aren't you going to get a divorce?

Although the filming process was stumbling, fortunately, there were not many scenes in Fulai Temple. A week later, the crew left there.

Before leaving, Rong Xia lagged far behind the crowd, turning her head three times slowly.

He looked at the mottled wall, then at the abbot standing at the door smiling and watching them, and smiled at them too.

The subsequent scenes were not as depressing as this one, but they were by no means easy.Rong Xia's mood has not been good. Kou Yajun often comes to accompany him, but the comfort brought by the company is always short-lived. For a long time, when Rong Xia is alone, he will fall into a complex emotion of confusion and powerlessness.

The shooting progress was about the same as expected. At the beginning of July, Rong Xia's role was almost finished.

In summer, the weather was hot and the sun was shining again. Rong Xia sat on the side resting listlessly, her face was flushed red.

He held a small fan in one hand, and Lin Ziwei and his assistant beside him also helped him hold two, but they couldn't stand the sun at two or three o'clock in the afternoon.

Said it was a rest, but didn't relax at all, Rong Xia even felt hotter.

A few minutes later, the staff trotted over to look for him and said, "Mr. Rong, we are going to continue shooting here, please get ready!"

Rong Xia nodded weakly, a drop of cold sweat dripped from the tip of his nose.

He turned off the small fan and returned it to Lin Ziwei, then got up and walked to the shooting location.

... Then, amidst the exclamation of Lin Ziwei and several staff members around her, she fell straight down.

His hands and feet were weak, and he couldn't use any strength.Consciousness was not far away from him, he just felt dizzy, his whole body was cold, and his heart was pounding.

The weather was hot, and the costumes were thick, Rong Xia didn't sleep well for several days, and got a bit of heatstroke due to exhaustion.

Not serious, just dizzy all the time.

There is no way, the scenes this afternoon and evening can only be temporarily cancelled.

He apologized and explained to Qin Heng again and again, and finally Qin Heng said dumbfoundedly: "I didn't say you were pretending to be sick, so don't be nervous! Take a good rest and relax for a day today."

Rong Xia nodded, feeling dizzy as soon as he moved.

Qin Heng hurried back to filming and didn't stay for long.He closed the door and left Rong Xia to rest in the room alone.

The temperature of the air conditioner was turned on just right, but Rong Xia couldn't rest at ease.

He is not in poor health, and it is common for him to reverse the day and night to film continuously, and he also has the experience of filming winter scenes in summer many times.But it was really the first time that I fainted due to heatstroke.

Rong Xia lay on the pillow in a daze, closing his eyes and trying to fall asleep.His ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear anything clearly. The crisp cicadas outside the window also changed their tune when they reached his ears, distorted like a weird human voice.

The physical discomfort magnified the fragility in her heart, Rong Xia didn't know what she was thinking, her eyes were tightly closed, and after a few minutes, her eye sockets were actually wet.

Transparent tears blurred a small spot of water on the pillow, Rong Xia wiped the corners of his eyes, took a breath, and buried his head in the quilt.

The surroundings were clearly dark, but the scenes of past events recalled in his mind were so clear.

He remembered when he was acting for the first time.At that time, he didn't know anything, he stumbled on his lines, his eyes wandered, and he didn't know where to move his hands and feet.

Reminds me of the first time I attended an awards ceremony.He sat under the stage and looked enviously at the men and women who received the trophies on the stage.

And the day when I took over Jiujiu from that student couple.The Samoyed was dirty all over, his hair was in tatters, and he couldn't even comb it. He broke down and cried loudly, and took a bath for the Samoyed while wiping his tears.

After that, things seemed to start to improve slowly.

He won an award, and with his masterpiece, more and more people know him, and he can finally perform well in every play he takes on.

He's still...he's married, and someone takes care of Jiujiu with him.

From a certain moment on, there was an existence by his side that people could rely on at ease, as if there was no need to worry if the sky fell.

Thinking about it, he began to feel sad for Han Yijun again.He himself has spent moments of loneliness without company, but he is much happier than the hero who has almost lost everyone around him.

Thinking of this, Rong Xia cursed Ke Ke in his heart through gritted teeth.

This person is really cruel, how could he write such a heart-wrenching plot!

Coincidentally, when Rong Xia was thinking wildly, Ke Ke knocked on his door.

"Rong Xia, Rong Xia? I'm Ke Ke." He whispered outside the door, "Are you asleep?"

Rong Xia struggled for two seconds whether to pretend to sleep and ignore him or go down to open the door, finally wiped his face, sniffed and opened the door.

His complexion has recovered a lot, at least he doesn't look so pale, but he just cried just now, and the corners of his eyes are still red, looking pitiful.

Ke Ke squeezed into the door and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

Rong Xia answered honestly: "I'm a little dizzy and want to vomit."

"I brought some mung bean soup here. Whenever you have an appetite, drink some to relieve the heat." Ke Ke held up the thermos in his hand and said, "The weather is a bit hot recently, pay attention to cooling down."

Rong Xia really didn't have the strength to take it, so he could only signal him to put it on the table with his eyes, while he lay back on the bed limply with his hands and feet to support his corpse.

He didn't say anything to drive Ke Ke away, so the man stayed behind.He sat awkwardly on the chair, looked at the unidentified object on the bed, and said in a low voice, "Do you drink water? Heatstroke should pay attention to replenishing water..."

As he spoke, he poured a glass of warm water and handed it to Rong Xia, with a slightly worried expression on his face.

Rong Xia glanced at him, sat up from the bed, reached out to take the water glass, and drank in small sips.

Seeing Rong Xia finish drinking the water, Ke Ke didn't know what else to say, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

He is not very talkative, even now that he really wants to repair the relationship with Rong Xia, he doesn't know how to talk to Rong Xia about the estrangement during that time.

Rong Xia saw that he hesitated to speak, and didn't want to keep him in the room anymore, but...

"You are so cruel, Ke Ke." Rong Xia looked at him and said quietly.

Ke Ke suddenly became nervous, not understanding why Rong Xia said such a sentence.He grabbed his pants and stuttered, "What's the matter?"

Rong Xia put the cup in his hand back on the bed, lay back under the quilt again, closed his eyes and said, "Does Han Yijun have a prototype?"

Ke Ke: "...?"

"Is it your enemy in real life? Or owe you money?"

"...Huh?" Ke Ke couldn't understand.

Rong Xia looked back at him abruptly, his eyes widened, "If not, why did you write him so badly?"

"So you're talking about this..." Ke Ke didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He scratched his head and explained, "The tone of this drama itself is quite depressing, so..."

Rong Xia didn't listen to this, the more Ke Ke explained, the sadder he became, and he started to cry again as he thought about it.

He snapped his fingers and counted the misfortunes that Han Yijun had suffered over the years: "I lost my parents since I was a child, and I was almost starved to death when I was a baby; I was finally adopted by a kind abbot, and I lived a happy life for a few years." , It was a time of war again; he wanted to serve the motherland and live a peaceful life, but, but!"

Rong Xia wiped his eyes, his chin puffed up, "The abbot, who was regarded as a relative, died innocently in the sea of ​​fire because of him, and Fulai Temple was gone. He has no home and no relatives. This is what he should do." Is it acceptable? The war is won, but he has nothing left!"

When the relationship with Rong Xia was not broken before, the drama they filmed was a typical urban cookie, without so many complicated and tangled plots, and he didn't notice Rong Xia's abnormality.

Later, I heard some rumors that Rong Xia was a bit difficult to play in the later stage of filming, but Ke Ke didn't like to hear too much about Rong Xia from others, and always avoided it subconsciously. I didn't know about those rumors until now. Probably true.

He tried to explain, but was interrupted by Rong Xia.

"Don't explain, you just have no conscience, you are too bad!"

Ke Ke complained all the time, "Rong Xia, about this drama..."

This time the explanation was still not finished, and the door of Rong Xia's room opened.

"Why are you sick?" The voice from Kouya County came before he came in, "I received a call just after the meeting, you..."

Halfway through the conversation, he suddenly stopped.

Kou Yajun looked at the tear-stained Rong Xia suspiciously, then looked down at Ke Ke who was sitting by the bed.

He walked up to Ke Ke with his hands behind his back, pressed his right hand on his shoulder, stopped him from getting up, and said in a bad tone, "What are you doing?"

Ke Ke was so frightened that he couldn't say anything, so he waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, no, I don't!"

Kou Yajun: "You don't have anything?"

"I didn't, I didn't..." Ke Ke stuttered and tried to explain, and he hurriedly looked to Rong Xia for help.

Rong Xia wiped away tears, and said in a nasal voice: "You lose your temper as soon as you come, you go."

This slightly complaining tone was undoubtedly taken by Kou Yajun as Rong Xia’s anger—it’s really not to blame for Kou Yajun’s misunderstanding. Rong Xia was bullied by him.

Fortunately, Rong Xia didn't let this person continue to make up some messy things, and said: "We are talking about the script, and we are talking about Han Yijun."

He pointed at Ke Ke, "I'm teaching him not to write such newspaper plots."

Ke Ke nodded hurriedly.

Kou Yajun's expression softened a little, he let go of Ke Ke, and said lightly: "Let's go, this is none of your business."

Ke Ke wiped the sweat off his brow, got up and said goodbye.Before leaving, he pointed to the thermos bucket on the table, and said, "Remember to drink mung bean soup. Take care of your body."

When leaving the hotel room, Ke Ke patted his head, feeling a little regretful.It's a rare opportunity to have a good talk with Rong Xia, but before he could explain what happened before, he was interrupted by Kou Yajun again...

He left dejectedly, thinking in his heart that he didn't know when he would have the next chance.

In the room, Kou Yajun pinched Rong Xia's chin and looked left and right, making sure that there was nothing unusual about this person before stuffing him back into the quilt.

He touched Rong Xia's forehead, then his neck, and helped him wipe off the thin sweat from his body.

I checked it myself before I felt relieved, and asked, "I was shocked, Lin Ziwei told me that you fainted."

Rong Xia raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then said without energy: "Heat stroke, it's fine."

Just as Kou Yajun breathed a sigh of relief, she heard Rong Xia add another sentence: "I just feel uncomfortable."

As he spoke, his eye circles turned red again.

Kou Yajun sighed softly, sat next to Rong Xia, lowered his head and rubbed his nose, and said, "Rest first, don't think so much."

He knew what Rong Xia was suffering from, and he also knew that it was useless for him not to think about it, so he could only bend down and embrace him with the quilt to comfort him.

It was rare for Rong Xia to be honest.He buried himself in Kou Yajun's arms silently, only occasionally wiping his tears on the man's clothes.

After a long time, he whispered: "He is really miserable... more miserable than anyone else before."

Kou Yajun lowered his head, kissed the top of his head, responded in a low voice, and quietly listened to him continue.

"There is no way to choose one's own background, no way to escape from the war. One cannot do it alone, and the departure of comrades is also for the final victory... These are all unchangeable. But..." Rong Xia said softly , "Fulai Temple was burned, it was really because of him..."

Rong Xia closed his eyes, his voice choked up, "Other things can't be changed, no matter how much he lost, he never complained... Only this matter, it's too painful..."

As he spoke, the corners of his eyes became wet again.He rubbed hard on Kouya County's shirt, and whispered, "I really want to help him."