Brilliant

In the end, Mo Beicheng didn't finish playing the song "Empress Baitao".

When Mo Beicheng was halfway through the bomb, the two cats were scratching and howling crazily at the door. Gao Yue had no choice but to go out to coax the cats, holding one in each hand. Once he let go, the two cats began to behave differently. Meow meow.

After seeing off Qiu Zishan and the others, Gao Yue was about to go to bed after washing, when Oreo and Popcorn jumped onto his bed.

"You two have the nerve to come here," Gao Yue flicked the head of the popcorn, "If you two hadn't made trouble, I would have heard M's performance of "Empress Baitao" today."

The popcorn rubbed his head against Gao Yue's hand as if to please.

People say that everything has animism.

The behavior of the two cats was too abnormal today. Did they not want to let themselves get close to Mo Beicheng?

Oreo found a comfortable place to lie down on the bed, and yawned nonchalantly.Gao Yue was very resistant to pets sleeping on his bed before, but since raising these two cats, does he have any bottom line?

Seeing that Gao Yue didn't say anything, he also planed a piece of popcorn and fell asleep.

"Good night." Gao Yue whispered something, and then turned off the dim light by the bed.

Wen Mingyuan is sick.

Mo Beicheng discovered this.

Mo Beicheng has been busy writing songs for the past two days, and sometimes he doesn't go to bed until three or four in the morning. When Wen Mingyuan is not at home, it is even more extreme, and he stays up all night.If Wen Mingyuan was around, he would urge him to go to bed early.

But today is very strange, Mo Beicheng has been busy until one o'clock in the morning, and Wen Mingyuan didn't come to the piano room to ask him to sleep.

Opening the door, Mo Beicheng heard Wen Mingyuan's steady breathing. He closed the door carefully, then lifted the quilt and lay down next to Wen Mingyuan.As soon as he lay down, Mo Beicheng felt something was wrong, and Wen Mingyuan's body temperature was a little abnormally high.

Mo Beicheng quickly pushed him twice, "Wen Mingyuan, wake up."

But Wen Mingyuan didn't answer.

This scared Mo Beicheng into a cold sweat. He reached out to touch Wen Mingyuan's forehead and found that his forehead was terribly hot.

"Wake up quickly," Mo Beicheng was afraid that he would faint from the fever, so he hurriedly woke him up.

Fortunately, the situation was not as serious as Mo Beicheng imagined. Wen Mingyuan hummed twice, and slowly opened his eyes.However, he felt as if something was pressing on his eyelids, and after blinking a few times, he wanted to close them again.

Mo Beicheng went to the living room to mix mineral water and boiling water into a cup of warm water, and coaxed Wen Mingyuan to drink it.

"You have a fever," Mo Beicheng said, "drink some water, and I'll get you a cold compress with a wet towel. There's no antipyretics at home, so I'll buy them for you. Go to bed first, and I'll call you when the medicines come back later." .”

Wen Mingyuan was a little silly with fever, nodded mechanically, and then lay down obediently according to Mo Beicheng's instructions.

Mo Beicheng quickly put on his coat and went out.

Wen Mingyuan's illness this time was foreseeable.

The season described in the novel "Lily Boy" itself is the turn of spring and summer. Now this kind of film is being made in late autumn and near winter, and the actors have to wear very thin clothes.Relying on his good physical foundation before, Wen Mingyuan didn't pay attention when putting on his clothes, and often ran around the set in a thin long-sleeved T-shirt.A few days ago, Chen Ying said that she had put baby warmers on her clothes, and asked Wen Mingyuan if he wanted it. Wen Mingyuan still looked disgusted, but today she had a fever.

As soon as Mo Beicheng went out, he received a new message on his mobile phone. He didn't bother to read it, so he just put the phone in his pocket.Fortunately, there was a 24-hour pharmacy near the apartment, so Mo Beicheng hurried to buy antipyretics.

Wen Mingyuan was asked to drink it after returning home, and Mo Beicheng asked him to ask for leave, not to go to the set tomorrow, what's the point of going if it's all burned like this.

But Wen Mingyuan refused to agree. In the end, the two had no choice but to take a step back. If Wen Mingyuan's fever subsided tomorrow morning, he would go to the production team. If he didn't, he would stay at home and rest.

"If I had known earlier, I would have posted Nuan Baobao today," Wen Mingyuan said, "When Chen Ying gave it to me, I didn't want it..."

"What's that?" Mo Beicheng asked.

"It's something that can be attached to clothes to generate heat. In fact, many actors use it," Wen Mingyuan replied, "But I don't think it's that season yet..."

"Then let me buy some for you," Mo Beicheng took out his mobile phone, "Anyway, you will need it later."

Just at this time, Mo Beicheng saw the message that he had ignored when he bought the medicine before. There were three simple words written on it: Do you want to do it?

Mo Beicheng glanced at Wen Mingyuan, but Wen Mingyuan didn't look at him, but fiddled with the wet towel on his forehead.Mo Beicheng pretended to be looking for Nuan Baobao, and replied with four words: wait a moment.

"By the way, little brother, don't you know how to shop online?" Wen Mingyuan suddenly remembered.

"That's right." Mo Beicheng put away his phone like a child whose lies have been exposed, "What should I do then? Can this thing be bought in a supermarket?"

"I'll buy it myself. For supermarkets, some supermarkets have them and some don't." Wen Mingyuan folded the wet towel and placed it on his forehead. "It's more convenient to shop online."

"Yeah." Mo Beicheng replied absent-mindedly.

"It's getting late, little brother, go to sleep," Wen Mingyuan patted the bed beside him, "Go to sleep."

Early the next morning, Mo Beicheng took a thermometer to measure Wen Mingyuan's temperature. Fortunately, the fever had subsided, but Wen Mingyuan's whole body was sore and sore, and he walked as if he was stepping on cotton.However, Wen Mingyuan still supported his sick body and rushed to the crew to shoot. Before leaving, Mo Beicheng told him to come back early at night, and if he felt unwell during the filming today, he must go to the hospital.

As soon as Wen Mingyuan arrived on the set, he asked Chen Ying for a warm baby, and glued every corner of his body.

Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with the whole day of filming. After Wei Qiumiao found out about his illness, she quickly sent Wen Mingyuan a coat and hot water as soon as the director called out.

According to the agreement with Mo Beicheng in the morning, Wen Mingyuan went home early, lying on the sofa and watching the script Lu Siwei gave him, with a small blanket covering his body.

"Did you not have a fever today?" Mo Beicheng touched Wen Mingyuan's forehead as soon as he got home, "It seems to be fine."

"No," Wen Mingyuan shook his head.

"Reading the script again?" Mo Beicheng pulled out the script in his hand, "Huh? Is this about crime?"

He flipped through two pages and saw many words similar to "murder" and "corpse".

"Yes," Wen Mingyuan said, "and it's a movie. If I can act in this movie, I can transition to the movie industry. And I don't want to play affectionate roles anymore."

"Alright," Mo Beicheng nodded, "Where did you get this script from?"

"Lu Siwei," as soon as he said Lu Siwei's name, Wen Mingyuan regretted it, and quickly covered his mouth.

Mo Beicheng squeezed the script tightly, and then put the script behind his back: "I suddenly don't want to support your decision, what should I do?"

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