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    One and a half months passed in a flash, and the whole crew rushed to catch up and finally managed to control the last few scenes in mid-August.  The previous heavy rain disrupted all the plans. The team first filmed the part of Gao Kun who was seriously ill in the later stage of the script. In order to act in the play, he once lost his morbid figure of 120 catties. Later, when the time was about to wrap up, he came to make up for the previous scene. In addition to filming, he also worked hard to gain weight and keep fit.

    Xiao Luo took out the steak and hard-boiled eggs from the bento box, "Zi Heng's body is about to become a balloon."

    Zhou Ziheng felt disgusted when he saw these things, but he still had to continue for filming, "Forget it, I have motivation to exercise now, and it will be too late to work out after finishing the filming, and I can't shoot commercials or anything."

    "You're pretty good at comforting yourself." Xia Xiqing sat down beside Zhou Ziheng with his luxury lunch box, and happily ate his sweet and sour pork ribs and Kung Pao chicken in front of him.

    "Can you do me a favor and stay away from me when eating," Zhou Ziheng felt desperate when he smelled the aroma of Xia Xiqing's boxed lunch.

    ? In fact, in order to play Jiang Tong, Xia Xiqing's box lunches for the past few months were all fat-reducing meals, and he only had good dishes when he was about to wrap up.  He picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs with his chopsticks and brought it to Zhou Ziheng's mouth, "You can eat a piece secretly, it's fine."

    "Who said it's okay?" A powerful female voice came from behind.  Zhou Ziheng immediately sat across from him.

    Xia Xiqing also put away the chopsticks, put the meat into his mouth, and laughed while eating, "Sister Jiang Yin, you are too stern and selfless. He is your uncle."

    Jiang Yin also sat down, "He used to come here like this." After speaking, Jiang Yin glared at Xia Xiqing, "He won't be there if you don't recruit him."

    "All right, all right, I'll recruit him." Seeing Zhou Ziheng nodding behind Jiang Yin's back, Xia Xiqing also recognized it, "I'm done today, and I won't be able to provoke him again."

    As soon as this sentence was finished, Zhou Ziheng frowned at him, looking very unhappy.

    Xiaoxiao poured a cup of tea for Jiang Yin, Jiang Yin took it over and said thank you, then turned to Xia Xiqing and said, "Speaking of finishing, do the crew have to celebrate tonight? It's your first time acting  .¡±

    "Forget it." Xia Xiqing thought of Xihui contacting him the day before yesterday, and his grandfather was seriously ill, and he had to go back to Xi's house to settle the inheritance after the wedding.

    Although Xia Xiqing didn't have any thoughts about Mr. Xi's legacy, as Xi Hui said, he couldn't let what belonged to his mother fall into the hands of others.

    "I still have something to do in Beijing. I have to go back after I finish the film."

    Zhou Ziheng was so busy looking at Xia Xiqing that he didn't even bother to eat. Jiang Yin kicked him with the toe of her high-heeled shoe, and then she came back to her senses, "That's all right, I just have to go back at night, so I asked my assistant to buy an extra plane ticket.  Let's go together."

    Xia Xiqing's last scene was on a bench in the corridor outside the ward, and it was also the last scene in which the crew rented a hospital for filming.  He was wearing the clothes he wore for part-time work, and Guo Yang in a suit was sitting next to him. After the two of them exchanged their words for the last time, the camera was pushed over and aimed at Xia Xiqing's face.

    "The first shot of the 121st scene of "Tracking" is the first time, action!"

    "Have some coffee." Cheng Qiming handed the paper cup in his hand to Jiang Tong, and sat down next to him, "Just finished work?"

    Jiang Tong nodded, took a sip of coffee, but still wrinkled his face from the bitterness.

    Cheng Qiming saw a stainless steel thermos bucket next to his legs, so he asked with concern, "For him?"

    "Bought" Jiang Tong's condition is not good recently. His vocal cords have been using abnormal vocalization for a long time, and his voice is very hoarse. Cheng Qiming also felt pitiful after seeing it, "Drink something hot."

    Ever since Gao Kun was sent to the ICU, Jiang Tong quit his job at the convenience store and stayed with him in the ward every night. Occasionally, when he woke up, Jiang Tong could take care of him and talk to him for a while.

    Cheng Qiming looked at the black eyes under his eyes, turned his head and took out a folder from his briefcase and handed it to him, "Look, this is what I told you last time."

    Jiang Tong put the coffee on the floor, took the folder and opened it. It was full of materials about adult education. After reading it for a long time, he handed the folder back to Cheng Qiming, without saying a word, just bowed his head  pursed his lips.

    "You haven't looked carefully yet," Cheng Qiming sighed, "Don't you like painting? When Gao Kun recovers from his illness," Cheng Qiming felt a little inappropriate after saying this, and changed his words again, "I  That is to say, when his condition stabilizes, you can learn to paint. I have seen all these schools, you can apply for a bursary, and I will help you. You don't have to worry too much about money. And" He  His voice was a little lower, "Don't get me wrong, I really just think you are very similar to my brother.?As long as he couldn't see him, he didn't say a word.

    After returning home, Xia Xiqing nestled in his house and drew sketches for several days. When he was sleeping on the wooden table in the studio in the morning, the voice of WeChat woke him up. It was Zhou Ziheng's news.

    [Moral Model]: I landed, where are you?

    Xia Xiqing rubbed his eyes twice. He just woke up with weak hands and was too lazy to type, so he took the phone and sent a voice message.

    "I am home."

    Zhou Ziheng on the other end of the phone came out of the chaotic and noisy airport pick-up scene and finally got into the car. Then he put on the earphones and turned on the voice. Xia Xiqing's voice was much softer than usual, sticky as if he had just woken up.  Zhou Ziheng's heart was broken. After listening to the pronunciation of the four words more than ten or twenty times, he couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth.

    "Why is Ziheng so happy?" The driver brother glanced at the rearview mirror and asked Xiao Luo.

    Ronaldinho responded with a clear expression on his face, "Who knows?"

    "Where are you going, Ziheng? Back to the company?"

    "Go home, go to my apartment."

    In late August, the heat in Beijing has not completely dissipated, but it is not the humidity and heat in the south. Zhou Ziheng was still not used to it when he came back from Wuhan suddenly.

    As soon as he got out of the apartment elevator, Zhou Ziheng went straight to the door of Xia Xiqing's house. He rang the doorbell for a long time but no one responded. He leaned against the wall and sent a message, then opened the door of his house with his fingerprints.

    "Where did you go" Zhou Ziheng changed his shoes to himself, went to the sofa in the living room and lay down on his back.

    The room was very quiet. Zhou Ziheng sent several messages to Xia Xiqing in a row. When he heard the WeChat notification tone, he stood up and searched around, only to find that Xia Xiqing's mobile phone was actually on the sofa.

    "Where is the person?" Zhou Ziheng stood up and went upstairs to look for him while calling his name. Several rooms were empty, so he had to go back to the living room.

    "How old are you and you still play hide-and-seek with people?" Zhou Ziheng tentatively walked to the French windows, and pulled open the curtains, "Not here." He stepped back a few steps and leaned back against the pool, facing the French windows, "Hurry up  Come out, I know you're here"

    Before finishing speaking, a wet hand grabbed Zhou Ziheng's ankle and pulled it downward. Zhou Ziheng lost his center of gravity and fell backward into the swimming pool.

    Xia Xiqing came out of the water, wiped off the water on his face with his hands, pushed his hair back, pushed his palms on his chest, and pushed Zhou Ziheng, who hadn't reacted yet, to the edge of the pool, and pressed his shoulder forcefully and cunningly.  .

    Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing who came out of the water with his upper body naked. His fair and thin skin seemed to be covered with a layer of silk satin. The water shone, and the light golden sunlight penetrated through the floor-to-ceiling windows, covering Xia Xiqing's smooth shoulders inch by inch.  .  He was dripping with water, his skin was so thin that it was almost transparent, and he was so beautiful in the backlight that he was only short of a bright fish tail.

    "I'm dying of waiting for you," Xia Xiqing caressed the side of Zhou Ziheng's face, stared into his fiery eyes for a moment, and then pressed his chest intimately, his lips came together but not completely, and after a while,  With a subtle distance, Zhou Ziheng's soul was almost taken away by a slightly panting voice, "Hurry up and give me artificial respiration."

    Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hands, and turned over with a strong hug. The situation was immediately reversed. He grabbed both of Xia Xiqing's hands and pressed them on the marble floor outside the swimming pool, and kissed them.

    The moment the wet and soft tongues touched, the sky thunder caught the fire on the ground, and the fire could start a prairie fire in an instant.

    After the kiss was settled, Zhou Ziheng pinched Xia Xiqing's chin and kissed the tip of his nose, "Who told you to come in for a swim?"

    A pair of Bai Shengsheng's long legs were swinging in the water, hooking Zhou Ziheng's calf.  Xia Xiqing smiled and put his arms around his neck, tilting his head.

    "Who said I came in to swim?"

    Zhou Ziheng let him hug him, and said, "I heard the voice, and thought you were asleep?"

    Xia Xiqing rubbed the tip of his nose against Zhou Ziheng's chin, his voice was crisper than his voice, which made Zhou Ziheng's ears go soft.

    "I'm sleepy right now."

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