Can't fly

The scene inside could not be seen clearly from outside the ICU. Fang Fei could barely make out the small red light on the instrument next to Yang Yuanyi's bed through the small glass on the door.

He has never seen Yang Yuanyi get sick, and the other party rarely even catches a cold. Friends joked that it was because he had the genes of a fighting nation.Yang Yuanyi himself is quite proud of this. He once said that the last time he came to the hospital was when he was in high school for vaccinations. Since then, his minor illnesses have been resolved by a private doctor prescribing some medicines, and he has almost never been hospitalized.

Unexpectedly, the world is unpredictable and does not depend on anyone's will.

"A Fei, have you eaten yet?" Wang Hongyu asked, "Let's go have a meal first."

Fang Fei didn't want to leave.

Wang Hongyu: "To be serious, it's useless for you to be here, and the ICU can't accompany you. You must have worked hard on the early morning flight when you came from Hongshi. Take a good rest first... Have you booked a hotel yet?"

"No, I don't want to stay for a long time." Seeing the other party's surprised eyes, Fang Fei paused, and explained, "I was thinking... to see how he is, and I will leave if there is no serious problem. Director Zhang is still waiting." After filming the final scene, we can't delay everyone's progress because of my personal affairs."

Seeing that he didn't seem to be planning to eat, Wang Hongyu sighed: "I can't persuade him anymore, Brother Jue, do you want to go back? You were here early in the morning too."

Shen Jue shook his head: "I'm not sleepy, if there are any documents later, I have to sign them."

Wang Hongyu said with emotion: "That's right, I've worked hard for you these past few days. Hey! I usually don't think that Dao Yang is sick, and he doesn't even have a relative who can sign for him."

He didn't mean anything when he said it, but Fang Fei's heart sank slightly, and he was stung by those words.

"Where's Director Yang's family?"

"It was notified, but I didn't seem to be planning to come now after hearing that his life was not in danger, so I filled out a power of attorney and asked me to sign it." Shen Jue's tone was exceptionally calm, but there was a sense of desolation, "How is his relationship with his family? Should know about it."

Fang Fei said "hmm".

My sister loves him, but cares more about enjoying life with her young boyfriend; my father is obsessed with art, although he cares about him in a tactful way.As for his mother Xing Xiang, even if Yang Yuanyi mentions it occasionally, she always looks indifferent.In addition, guessing that there is a high probability that Xing Xiang did something wrong when he went to college, Fang Fei can imagine the relationship between mother and son without asking, of course it is impossible to be close.

It’s just that he lives in a not-so-wealthy but caring family, and it’s hard for him to accept that “my son is injured in the ICU, and a parent doesn’t even want to come and see him.”

If it was him who was lying inside at the moment, Fang Fei had no doubt that his parents would immediately buy air tickets from Yeyang to a strange city, even though they always thought that the plane was too expensive.

Seeing his melancholy expression, Shen Jue comforted again: "It's okay, maybe Yang Yuanyi doesn't want them to come either."

"……Right."

"Was there any media outside when you entered the hospital?"

He nodded: "I haven't seen too many reports, and I heard that it's not a big deal..."

"Public relations worked overtime last night." Shen Jue rubbed his temples, "If you are hit by this news again, I am afraid that Shuotian's stock price will plummet. Many people want to visit, we decided to wait for Director Yang's condition to stabilize. Doctor's appointments—by the way, you don't know yet, do you?"

"Ok?"

""Falling Water" has been cut in half."

Shen Jue spoke calmly, but Fang Fei's eyelids twitched: "What?"

"There is no way." He said as if he was out of the way, "The staff is highly unstable, the leading actors are changing, and the pre-processing is not very good... Director Yang is still fighting, hoping to use a few high-quality In exchange for 'to be restarted', now that he is injured, he should have no chance."

Fang Fei was speechless.

"It's a pity." Shen Jue said regretfully, "I quite like this character."

First-class staffing, first-class script, when it was started, everyone thought that they would work together to complete a beautiful work.

But now, this work will never be finished.

Fang Fei knew that this was a decision to maximize profits, and it was reasonable to try to recover the losses as much as possible.But to him, following Shen Jue's words, he felt something in his body flowing away like water.

"If..." Fang Fei said with difficulty, "If the leading role hadn't been changed at that time, would it be possible—"

"Don't blame yourself."

Shen Jue looked at him: "If Yang Yuanyi was awake, he would 100% say that. Right?"

Fang Fei remained silent, looking at the narrow glass window again.

The little red light flickered at a fixed frequency, like someone whose breathing soundlessly but lightly signaled life, and blinked at him: Don't take everything on yourself.

Fang Fei stared there, breathing for a long time before slowly calming down the rhythm.

Fang Fei didn't stay in Rong County for too long.

The injury needs nursing care, and Yang Yuanyi will probably be in the ICU within a few days.

After Fang Fei was sure that he would not see anyone, he left as lonely as when he came, and returned to Hongshi on the night flight. After a short rest, he went back to the final filming of "Fledgling".

This modern urban series was successfully completed on the last day of May.

At the celebration banquet, Fang Fei only showed up briefly to take a group photo, then said hello to Zhang Shunlin and went to Rong County again.This time it was different from the abruptness before, Xiao Ai wanted to follow with a sullen face—she had a good reason, saying that she was a life assistant, and Fang Fei would help with chores if she didn't want to go around.

Fang Fei couldn't resist her, thinking of the bleak scene Shen Jue described that day, he also felt it was convenient to bring someone along.

It's only been a week since the last time it landed in Rong County, but the fate of "Falling Water" is certain.

Shuo Tian announced that the filming of "Falling into the Water" will be suspended, but it is still undecided whether it will resume or not.In other words, Shuotian almost chose to give up this project, even though it invested a lot of money and expectations in the beginning.

Except for Wang Hongyu whose home is in Rong County, the film team has left the city, and Shen Jue is also away from China because he is going to attend the Southern France Film Festival.

Although out of the ICU, when Fang Fei arrived at the ward, the outside room was still deserted.

It is not yet midsummer, when the sun sneaks into the corridor, it is stained with the color of the clouds, and it is so bright that it is white.Fang Fei stood at the door of the ward with a large pile of inexplicable supplements that Aisai gave him, wondering if he wanted to go in now.

He wasn't ready to meet Yang Yuan, and he couldn't think of what to say.

After a few breaths, Fang Fei pushed open the door of the ward.

Dazzling sunlight briefly flashed in his vision, and he saw the furnishings in the ward clearly, but Fang Fei didn't hear the "A Fei" who was a little surprised when someone saw him in his imagination.

On the hospital bed by the window, the man was lying facing the outside, the quilt was only covered to the waist, and the gauze bandage almost covered the entire back under the easy-to-wear and take-off hospital gown.There is only a water glass above the bedside table, and flowers, fruit baskets, even lunch boxes and daily necessities are gone.

The temperature today is close to 30 degrees, standing here, Fang Fei feels a little cold for no reason.

Yang Yuanyi may be sleeping.

He slowed down, walked over lightly, put the supplements he brought on the bedside table to fill the gaps against the wall, thought for a while, lifted the stool and sat down in front of Yang Yuanyi.

"Internal hemorrhage, mild concussion, back burn..."

These words and sentences are repeated continuously, and at the first hearing, there is no concept other than shock and surprise, but it is more intuitive than Yang Yuanyi's bloodless face.

Yang Yuanyi is always rational and calm, even breaking up is so decent that there is no trace of collapse, and he rarely loses his composure, let alone losing control and abnormality.He is insulated from the pain, until now lying on the hospital bed, it is hard to believe that he has injuries all over his body, he is just asleep, frowning slightly, not very stable.

It was this same sleeping face that was the same as usual, but it made Fang Fei feel as if his heart was being tightened for a while.

Yang Yuanyi put his hands in front of him, gently tugging at the pillow with his fingertips.

He slept restlessly, and the frown between his brows became deeper after a while.Yang Yuanyi seemed to know that no one would comfort him, he tightened his fingers holding the pillow to endure the pain, his breath was short of breath, and he didn't make a sound, after a while it seemed to be better, he let go again, his thin eyelids trembled twice Next, still did not wake up.

Yang Yuanyi will not be wronged, let alone say "I am in so much pain".

But in those creases, he suddenly faced Yang Yuanyi's fragility.

It turns out that Yang Yuanyi will also have a moment of breaking with a single blow.

Worked hard, edited all night, and regarded myself as a 24-hour machine.

What is he running from?

Or what are you suppressing?

If Yang Yuanyi was a piece of porcelain with a perfectly maintained exterior, there would already be a crack in the inside, which would keep expanding and extending, and might self-destruct at any moment.

What's frightening is that with Yang Yuanyi's harshness towards him, Fang Fei couldn't tell whether he did it on purpose or not.

The labor pain struck again, violently impacting every cell and every nerve in the whole body. Yang Yuanyi couldn't stand the pain that was about to convulse, a muffled groan dragged him into a half-dream and half-awake state, and he had to open his eyes.

The sun was shining brightly at three o'clock in the afternoon, and the white curtains couldn't block the hot sky.

Yang Yuanyi was shaken so hard that he closed his eyes suddenly, he habitually wanted to raise his hand to block it but forgot and couldn't move, touching the wound on his back, he let out another uncontrollable muffled groan.

"Swipe-"

The blackout curtains on the outside were drawn, and suddenly I felt much better.

It was only then that Yang Yuanyi realized that there was someone else in the ward. He thought it was Shen Jue, or some staff member in the group. He said "thank you" first, his mouth was dry, and his voice was as unpleasant as a piece of metal was cut.He couldn't help being annoyed for a while, and he wanted to make up for something to support himself and wanted to change his posture, but someone held his shoulders down.

"What are you going to do?"

The voice was cold and hard, but it was so familiar that it suddenly awakened a certain memory.

Yang Yuanyi looked forward in disbelief: "A Fei..."

"Drink water, or change the medicine?" Fang Fei ignored his hidden excitement, and pointed to the bell on the bedside table, "Do you need to call the nurse for you?"

Seemingly recalling the current relationship between the two, Yang Yuanyi frowned: "No need."

Fang Fei said "hmm", let him go and sat back where he was.

The warmth of his palms still remained on his shoulders, Yang Yuanyi reminisced for a moment, and looked up to see Fang Fei sitting on the escort chair with a calm expression, concentrating on playing with his mobile phone.He avoided it, so Yang Yuanyi stared at Fang Fei more intently for a long time, and even the lingering pain in his mind suddenly improved a lot.

Why come here now, is... to see him?

Yang Yuanyi still couldn't ask.

After a long time, he said cautiously, "Can you pour me a glass of water? I can't turn over."

"Okay." Fang Fei said.

There is a thermos cup by the bedside, Fang Fei tested the temperature on the back of his hand, poured it into a small cup, and handed it to him.

Yang Yuanyi didn't take it with his hands, he lay still in a half-paralyzed posture, raised his face, and looked at Fang Fei with those gray-blue pupils, and there was a rippling light inside.

"I can't sit up, and my back hurts when I try hard." Yang Yuanyi seemed embarrassed and said, "Can you help me?"