The tenth year of actor Xie He

It happened that Wen Zhiyuan returned home from the hospital at 09:30. While turning on his laptop to finish the PPT for the year-end report that was not finished at noon, he called Xie Lingyun. The phone rang for a long time and was finally connected.

"Hey."

Wen Zhiyuan heard something wrong with Xie Lingyun's voice: "Why is the nasal sound so heavy? Have you caught a cold?"

"Well, I have a bit of a cold." At this moment, Xie Lingyun had already left the hotel where Tang Le was staying, and was standing on the side of the road in the cold wind.

"Have you taken medicine?"

"have eaten."

"What did you have for dinner?" Wen Zhiyuan asked again.

"Eat..." He didn't eat at night. Hearing Wen Zhiyuan's voice, he felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't even make up a lie. He wiped his nose and said, "I miss you."

Wen Zhiyuan was silent for two seconds: "I really can't get away these two days, let's wait for the weekend, I will go to see you on the weekend."

"it is good."

Then give yourself another two days, wait for him to finish his work, and confess on the weekend, Xie Lingyun thought desperately.

There were only scattered cars on the street after eleven o'clock at night. Under the dim street lights in the distance, two sanitation workers were eating in the cold wind. The smell of food wafted over, attracting Xie Lingyun's attention.

On the other side of the phone, Wen Zhiyuan said while typing: "If you are not feeling well, please ask for leave. Things on the Internet have been settled, and it should be calm for a while." He didn't say anything, and almost found out who was behind the black post He did it, but he was cut off before the deal was completed.

"Things on the Internet... Oh, I didn't even read Weibo." Xie Lingyun said, maybe it would be a luxury to listen to Wen Zhiyuan talking to him again in the future, so even though he was shivering from the cold, he still wanted to Talk to him a few more times.

Really heartless, Wen Zhiyuan sighed in his heart, and said: "Drink more water when you catch a cold, is your voice hoarse?"

"Well, my throat hurts a bit." Xie Lingyun said, "Wen Zhiyuan, I want to ask you something." Although he had already sentenced himself in his heart, he still didn't give up and couldn't help asking.

Wen Zhiyuan glanced at the mobile phone with the speaker turned on next to the computer, and continued typing on the keyboard with both hands: "What's the matter?"

"You used to say that you will be lenient when you confess. If I make a mistake, will you forgive me as long as I say it?"

For no reason, Xie Lingyun suddenly mentioned this, which is a bit strange, but Wen Zhiyuan did not take it seriously. He clicked the enter button, moved his fingers from the keyboard, and held the mouse: "That's it!" Let’s see what’s going on, some mistakes can be forgiven, and some mistakes can’t be forgiven.”

"Oh." Xie Lingyun muttered, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Wen Zhiyuan heard his voice weakly: "What's wrong? What mistake did you make again?"

Xie Lingyun immediately denied it and said, "It's nothing, just ask casually."

"Tang Le hasn't been looking for you recently, has he?" Wen Zhiyuan suddenly remembered the last visit to the class, and asked again.

Xie Lingyun gripped the phone tightly in a panic: "No, no."

"Okay, I still have some work to do. Go to bed first. If the room is too dry, turn on the humidifier. Remember to fill the humidifier with water before turning it on."

"Well, I see, good night."

Xie Lingyun felt very guilty, listen carefully, his voice was a little trembling.

However, Wen Zhiyuan's mind was on his work. He found that there was a problem with a certain data provided to him by the sales department. After exiting the PPT, he went to check the original file. With his eyes fixed on the screen, he simply said: "Good night."

Xie Lingyun stood in the cold wind for a long time, until the sanitation workers in the distance came over after eating supper, the old man took a look at him, and asked kindly: "What's wrong, young man?"

Xie Lingyun hurriedly shook his head: "It's okay, I'm waiting for the car."

The old man said again: "It's so late, it's not easy to take a taxi."

Xie Lingyun took out his mobile phone: "I'll try calling a car with my mobile phone."

The old man walked forward with the broom.

Xie Lingyun stared at his hunched back for a while, then suddenly remembered something, took out a pair of gloves from his pocket and chased after him: "I don't need these, give them to you."

The old man pushed and refused to accept.

"I can put my hands in my pockets. I really don't need them." Xie Lingyun patted the pocket of his down jacket.

The old man barely caught it, and was a little embarrassed when he thanked him.

It was already midnight when we returned to the hotel, Xie Lingyun fell asleep without taking a shower.

After an unknown amount of time, the phone rang. Xie Lingyun lifted the quilt and picked it up nervously. The call was from Su Ying. He was relieved and felt disappointed.

"The producer called just now and said that the filming of the show will not be filmed for the time being." Su Ying's voice was even hoarse than the day before, and she could not speak clearly.

Xie Lingyun didn't ask why he didn't shoot anymore, let alone what he was going to do if he didn't shoot. He just said in a muffled voice, "I know."

"Is your cold better?" Su Ying cheered up and asked.

"It's not serious, don't worry." At this moment, Xie Lingyun really wanted to hold Su Ying and cry, but Su Ying was not by his side, and he thought that with Su Ying's character, if he knew that he had done something wrong, it would be so outrageously wrong , will definitely want to smoke him.

"My flight tonight will arrive early tomorrow morning. If you're not feeling well, you can stay at the hotel." Su Ying said again.

"Does that mean we can go back to City A tomorrow?" Xie Lingyun's nose was severely congested, he rubbed it a few times, and the more times he wiped his nose, the more painful it was to touch his nose.

"The producer still needs to hold a meeting. Let's talk about the details when I arrive. You should rest well."

"Okay, take your time on the road." After putting away the line, Xie Lingyun took a pack of tissues from the bedside table and opened it, and wiped his nose a few times, not daring to use force, as it hurt to touch his nose.

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A few hours later, Tang Le has been transferred from the debridement room to the ward. The wound on his head looked terrible, but the CT result showed that everything was normal. The nurse put salt water on him and told him to lie down for six hours before getting out of bed. After the assistant Xiao Zhou settled him down, he brought him home to buy breakfast, and he was the only one left in the ward.

After the incident last night, he did not call the police, but contacted Li Wenbiao as soon as possible. He is a public figure, and calling the police would only hurt both sides. Since Dashu is unreliable, he only wants to get actual benefits.

When Xiao Zhou came back with a thermos, he ran into Li Wenbiao who came overnight at the door of the ward.

"Give it to me." Li Wenbiao looked at him and said.

Xiao Zhou remained silent, handed over the things, and sat down on the chair at the door.

When Li Wenbiao entered, Tang Le was leaning on the pillow and looking at his phone. His head was covered with gauze, his face was pale, and he looked haggard.

Li Wenbiao unscrewed the thermos cup: "Let's eat first."

"I heard that the filming of the drama has been suspended?" Tang Le put down his phone.

"Yes, I asked the producer to stop. The two of you are in this state, and it is not suitable for filming anymore." Li Wenbiao said as he put down the lid of the thermos cup, picked up the spoon, and there was no emotion on his face .

"I'm not hungry now, let's talk about things first."

"Alright."

"Is he really your illegitimate son?"

"He is my child, but I have never been married. It is not appropriate to say that he is an illegitimate child." Li Wenbiao's tone was very calm, with the arrogance of a superior in his expression.

Tang Le lowered his gaze and smiled wryly: "If I had known earlier, I might not have come to where I am today. I am just too afraid of losing it."

After drugging Xie Lingyun, Li Wenbiao called. He guessed Xie Lingyun's possible identity, but at that time he had no choice but to stop. On the contrary, he needed some bargaining chips to intimidate Li Wenbiao.

Li Wenbiao looked at him with deep eyes: "Give me the things, and I will give you what you want."

……

When Su Ying arrived at the hotel, Xie Lingyun was still sleeping.

Su Ying knocked on the door but couldn't open it, and no one answered the phone, so she swiped the door with her room card and walked straight to the bedroom. Seeing that Xie Lingyunmeng was still sleeping under the quilt, something was wrong, and her forehead burned when she touched it. Su Ying was taken aback. She had always prepared ibuprofen because of dysmenorrhea, so she quickly found it out of her bag and gave Xie Lingyun two pills to reduce the fever.

"Didn't you say it's not serious?" Su Ying found a down jacket from the closet and wrapped it around him, planning to take him to the hospital.

"At noon, I also felt that I had a fever. I was afraid of being photographed, so I didn't go to buy medicine." Xie Lingyun's voice was hoarse, his lips were bloodless, and he was extremely emaciated.

"Do you still want to drink water?" Seeing that his lips were peeling, Su Ying dressed him and picked up the cup again.

Xie Lingyun shook his head, stared at Su Ying for a few seconds, then suddenly bent down and hugged her.

He was in pain all over his body, especially uncomfortable, but his heart was more uncomfortable than his body. Just now he dreamed that Wen Zhiyuan didn't want him, turned around and ran away with Su Kuang. He didn't catch up and fell. Sad to die.

Su Ying froze for a moment, then patted him on the back lightly: "It's useless to act like a baby if you feel uncomfortable, go to the hospital."

The words lingered on his lips, Xie Lingyun finally held back his words, stood up straight, bowed his head in agreement with Su Ying, and walked out.

The security guard and the driver were waiting downstairs, and there were fans outside who were not afraid of the severe cold. Su Ying wrapped him up tightly and sent him to the car, Yao Yao waved at the fans, and also got into the back of the car.

When they arrived at the hospital, the nurse took their temperature and asked them to wait outside the clinic. It took about half an hour before they called his number. Su Ying took him into the consultation room together. The doctor asked him to take off the mask. Xie Lingyun cooperated Take off the mask and open your mouth to show the doctor your throat.

The doctor asked about the situation and ordered him to take a blood test.

After drawing blood and getting the report card, he struggled for another hour and returned to the consulting room. The doctor only prescribed medicine for him, saying that combined with his symptoms and the test report, it was flu. According to his constitution, he might still have a fever at night, which made him He brought his own antipyretics.

After taking the medicine, the two returned to the hotel. It was already five o'clock in the afternoon. Su Ying ordered takeaway for him, settled him down, and rushed to meet with the producer for a meeting.

Xie Lingyun's fever had subsided by now, he was sitting and drinking porridge, he had no appetite, after two mouthfuls he didn't want to eat anymore, picked up his phone, stared at Wen Zhiyuan's profile picture for a while, then put down the phone again.

After a while of silence, the phone rang suddenly, and he saw that it was his mother Xie Lirong, so he picked it up.

"When will you come back?" Xie Lirong's voice was very different from usual, hoarse and weak.

"Where are you going?" Xie Lingyun's mind was in a mess, and he no longer had the ability to think about any problems.

"Go back to City A, didn't you stop filming that scene?"

Xie Lingyun asked blankly, "How do you know?"

"Don't worry about how I know. After you come back, don't go to the Splendid Garden, go to your grandfather's house. I have something to tell you."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Xie Lingyun saw a WeChat message displayed on the screen.

After opening the software, Xie Lingyun saw Wen Zhiyuan's profile picture lying on the top. Xie Lingyun's eyes were sore and he almost cried.

[I'm on a temporary business trip to Guangzhou, are you better? 】

Xie Lingyun looked at that line and read it many times. He had a lot of things to say in his heart, but he didn't say anything in the end, so he gave a brief reply.

【much better. 】

[I can't see you on weekends. 】

【It's ok. 】

At this moment, Wen Zhiyuan was sitting in the back of the car, the flight was delayed, he had just come out of the airport, his intuition made him feel that there was something wrong with Xie Lingyun, but then he thought that maybe Xie Lingyun was still filming, and he had already experienced how cold the winter set was. It's over, it's normal to not want to type when it's too cold.

[Let's not talk about it, I still have something to deal with. 】

【good. 】Xie Lingyun locked the phone screen, put it aside, and picked up the porridge again. After a while, the porridge was no longer very hot.

Su Ying didn't return to the hotel until ten o'clock in the evening. She was not worried about Xie Lingyun. She swiped her card and entered the door. The thermometer woke him up.

Xie Lingyun opened his eyes and said vaguely, "Are you back?"

"Well, why don't you go to bed and sleep?"

Su Ying threw down the mercury column of the thermometer and handed it to Xie Lingyun. Xie Lingyun was confused and was about to put it in his mouth when Su Ying interrupted.

"This is for the armpits."

Xie Lingyun opened the collar of the sweater, and clamped the thermometer under his arm: "When shall we go back?"

Su Ying poured him a glass of warm water, found the medicine and put it next to him: "You can go back tomorrow."

"What did you say in the meeting?" At that time, Tang Le was hit in anger. Looking back now, Xie Lingyun was a little worried. He was too angry at the time, and he didn't know how serious he was. No matter what, it was a human life after all. He wanted to inquire, but he didn't dare to ask directly, because he was afraid that Su Ying would become suspicious, so he could only go around like this.

"I didn't say anything. At the meeting at night, I just checked which scenes were not filmed. It seems that there may be re-shoots in the future, but those people are very tight-lipped and did not disclose any key information."

Xie Lingyun nodded, took a sip from the water glass.

"However, there is something strange. Neither Tang Le nor his assistant went." Su Ying glanced at the time on the phone and said again.

Xie Lingyun is very sensitive to Tang Le's name now, and immediately turned to stare at Su Ying when he heard it: "Did no one else ask?"

Su Ying wondered, "Ask what?"

"That's right, ask him why he didn't go."

Su Ying shook her head: "Someone might ask, but I went late, and when I arrived, the meeting had already started, and no one was chatting."

When the time was up, Su Ying signaled Xie Lingyun to take out the thermometer. When he saw that the temperature was over 38 degrees again, Su Ying gave him two more antipyretics, watched him drink the medicine, and asked, "You take the medicine for tonight?" Already?"

Xie Lingyun thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I don't remember."

Su Ying was very speechless, so she had to take out the medicine box, check the dosage on the board, and sighed after checking, "I didn't take it."

Xie Lingyun used to complain about taking medicine, but this time she didn't say anything, she finished eating quietly, and asked, "How about the advertisement?"

"Maybe it's yellow. I fell before taking off, but don't be discouraged. Take your time." Su Ying glanced at her phone and stood up: "It's getting late, I'm going back to rest , get up early tomorrow, and I'll come and pack your luggage for you."

"it is good."

Xie Lingyun sent Su Ying to the door, closed the door, and went back to the bedroom. He had been sleeping for most of the past two days, but now he was not sleepy anymore. After sitting for a while, he finally couldn't help sending Wen Zhiyuan a message.

[Go back to the hotel? 】

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