Chapter 27 The Wind Rises Why are you back again?
The medical team's RV was behind the "factory". The doctor first disinfected Chen Xing with alcohol, and then simply bandaged him with sterile gauze.
The wound was originally painless, but after applying alcohol, Chen Xing almost cried out in pain. In the end, he grabbed Xia Huanming's sleeve and gritted his teeth to hold it in.
Although it had been rinsed before, a bloodstain could still be seen.
Xia Huanming never thought that something like this would happen to them just a few minutes after he left.
It's also his fault. If he had discovered it earlier, there wouldn't be so much bleeding.
The doctor cut off the excess gauze and said, "Okay, go home and don't get it wet. It should be healed in a few days. There will probably be some scars left, but they're very light, so don't worry."
Chen Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief and moved his legs slightly. The strange and tight feeling of being wrapped around him always felt a little uncomfortable.
“Who told others before that it didn’t hurt?”
After hearing Xia Huanming's words, Chen Xing remembered that he was still holding onto his clothes, so he quickly let go and sighed, "It seems that adrenaline can only protect me once, not a second time."
"That's not adrenaline," the medical staff pointed out mercilessly, "It's just that the injury is minor and you can endure it, so you don't feel any pain."
Xia Huanming turned his face away, and Chen Xing heard a "puff" sound.
"Thank you, doctor." Chen Xing stood up and Xia Huanming's hand supported his elbow.
It seemed like a natural move.
It turns out that the captain is reliable and caring.
Chen Xing thought.
They returned to the filming location, and Zhao Xingyu left the people he was chatting with and ran over: "What's going on?"
"I just disinfected and bandaged it," Chen Xing pulled up his pants, exposing his calves. "By the way, do I have to take it off for filming later?"
Zhao Xingyu said: "No, I asked Director Yu, and then we won't be filming scenes involving the lower body."
Chen Xing felt relieved.
"Oh, that's so pitiful," Zhao Xingyu rubbed Chen Xing's face with both hands, pinching his eyes until they were deformed, "Brother Qi and the others will make you something delicious to comfort you when we get back."
Chen Xing was about to speak when Xia Huanming next to him said, "The shoot isn't over yet. If your makeup is messed up, you'll have to touch it up later."
"Oh." Zhao Xingyu withdrew his hand.
Chen Xing looked at Zhao Xingyu and said, "I want to eat Cantonese food."
Zhao Xingyu pouted at Xia Huanming and said, "If you want me to do it, then you might as well ask Xia Huanming to do it."
Chen Xing glanced at Xia Huanming and asked, "Have you eaten it?"
Zhao Xingyu leaned close to Chen Xing's ear and said, "I haven't eaten it either, but I think Xia Huanming's cooking should be pretty good."
Chen Xing nodded: "I think so too, so I'll take this opportunity to let him do it."
Zhao Xingyu praised: "Smart, a free cook."
Xia Huanming heard it clearly: "...why don't you two speak louder?"
"Is it okay?" Chen Xing and Zhao Xingyu blinked at him.
Xia Huanming glanced at the two of them casually. Chen Xing's eyes were big to begin with, and the light quenched the edges of his irises into golden lines, making his eyes appear even more sincere.
Even though what these two people said did not require "sincerity" at all.
Xia Huanming looked away and said, "We'll see when the time comes."
Chen Xing's eyes lit up: "So you agree?"
Zhao Xingyu said happily: "That's great, I got another meal."
"Yeah." The two of them high-fived.
When Chen Xing was feeling happy, Huang Canni came over to comfort him, but Chen Xing waved his hands and said it was okay.
If you say he was unlucky, then he was unlucky, as there were only a few protruding branches on the road and he bumped into one; if you say he was lucky, then he was lucky, as he spent the rest of the scene sitting on the chair.
It was already 7:30 in the evening when Chen Xing finished filming these scenes. The moment the fill light was pressed, it indicated that his role in this scene was completely finished.
The two-day shoot was a brand new experience for Chen Xing. It was interesting and novel, but also had the pressure of "carrying the responsibility of dozens of crew members not to work overtime."
In short, Chen Xing still wants to shoot again.
Back in the dormitory, Zheng Peiya and Xue Si Nian saw Chen Xing's injured leg and asked about his health in various ways; Zheng Qi gave him whatever he wanted, almost putting the food right in front of his mouth; Wang Baiyue said that drinking hot water is good for the body, so he poured him some hot water and asked him to drink it and refill his cup like a waiter.
Except for Zheng Qi, everyone is about the same age, but they just love to take care of Chen Xing like a child. If you don't know, you would think he is seriously ill or has a broken bone.
Xia Huanming, who knew what was going on with Chen Xing, shook his head and went upstairs alone, ignoring the noise made by the group of people.
"How about you guys?" Chen Xing leaned back in his chair and asked Zheng Peiya, "How's the script going? Have you got any inspiration?"
Zheng Peiya and Xue Si Nian looked at each other, and finally they chuckled.
Zheng Peiya smiled very gently: "Are you still worried about us? Think about how to take a shower later."
"Then..." Chen Xing ran into the kitchen and took out a roll of plastic wrap, "Use plastic wrap to wrap around it."
Everyone widened their eyes.
Wang Baiyue gave a thumbs up: "Awesome."
Zhao Xingyu was the first to accept this setting and asked cooperatively: "Do you want help?"
Chen Xing resolutely refused: "No, I can do this myself. I always came here by myself before."
He sat on the sofa, rolled up his trouser legs, and began wrapping his calves with plastic wrap.
Halfway through wrapping it, Zheng Qi said, "But if you wrap it now, the plastic wrap will fall off again when you take off your pants later."
Chen Xing paused: "...Yes."
Zheng Qi: "I have a way to avoid wasting plastic wrap."
Chen Xing: "What?"
Zheng Qi: "If you stick the extra ones on your phone, it will become a phone screen protector."
...? It's so cold.
Chen Xing was so speechless that the corners of his mouth twitched upwards twice.
Wang Baiyue and Zhao Xingyu couldn't hold back their laughter. One knelt down and pounded the floor, while the other pounded the sofa.
Zheng Qi’s joke was not funny; they were laughing at Chen Xing’s speechless expression.
“Hahahahahaha what a nerve hahahahaha—”
"Look at the piglet's expression, hahahaha—"
"Oh, you two..." Zheng Peiya tried to restrain her outrageous behavior, but the more she thought about it, the funnier it got, so she turned her head and started laughing.
Chen Xing said nothing. He finished wrapping the plastic wrap and stood up, shivering while covering his arms. "It's too cold here. I'm going upstairs to keep warm."
"Go ahead, go ahead. I'll go back to my room and turn on the air conditioner." Xue Si Nian followed him and escaped.
Only three people who loved jokes were left and continued to listen to Zheng Qi telling jokes.
When Chen Xing returned to the bedroom, he heard the sound of running water in the bathroom.
Chen Xing sniffed his clothes. Although he had changed into his own casual clothes, he had been running around on the set, and there was a performance in which he fell to the ground, so they must have smelled of sweat.
Since becoming roommates with Xia Huanming, his procrastination problem has been completely cured.
Xia Huanming has a very regular time for washing. Unless he comes back in the early morning and has to wash the next day, he takes a shower as soon as he gets home. In order to avoid their schedules colliding, Chen Xing will take a shower in advance as long as he is in the dormitory.
No wonder Wang Baiyue said, "Living with Xia Huanming can help me experience military training life," but he still doesn't hate it.
While waiting, Chen Xing sat on a chair and sent a message to Lu Qing. After that, he went to find Xiao Wu to report today's situation.
Xiao Wu took a picture of the dinner she made for him. He could smell the color, aroma and taste through the phone. After dinner, Chen Xing felt a little hungry again.
Anyway, he has already finished filming, so there is no need to worry about swelling, and it’s okay to eat a few snacks at night.
Chen Xing convinced himself and prepared to go downstairs to get some snacks.
While Chen Xing was making plans, he heard the sound of water in the bathroom gradually getting smaller, and guessed that Xia Huanming should have finished his shower. He stood up, prepared his clothes, and put them on his lap.
New messages kept appearing on his phone. He didn't know who had spread the news of his injury. Qi Yinrui, Li Mu and others came to ask him how he was.
In the end, he simply copied and pasted the sentence "The wound is not deep, it will heal in a few days" and sent it to more than a dozen people.
As a result, the message was sent so smoothly that I accidentally sent it to Xiao Wu.
"Ah, it's over." Chen Xing quickly withdrew.
He least wanted Xiao Wu to know about this, because once Xiao Wu knew that he was in trouble, he would be extremely anxious.
Unfortunately, he withdrew too late and the other party had already become anxious.
【Xiao Wu】: What? !!! Are you injured? !
【Chen Xing】: It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt, just a broken skin (=u=*)
【Xiao Wu】: Let me see!!!
【Chen Xing】: It’s really okay!
Just as Chen Xing finished sending the message, a video call popped up on the screen. After he hung up, Xiao Wu called again, and Chen Xing had no choice but to accept it.
Xiao Wu's huge eyes occupied the center of the screen, like an emoticon that said "I will always spy on you". Chen Xing laughed with his head tilted back.
Xiao Wu was not happy: "He was injured and still smiling! Also, who uses this perspective when making a video call?"
Chen Xing didn't pay much attention to the camera, his right hand was placed casually, and the shooting angle was from bottom to top, so only his chin and two nostrils could be seen.
After hearing Xiao Wu's reminder, he adjusted the lens. In the blurry lens, Chen Xing has a matte soft light effect, but from the pimples under his eye bags, it can be seen that he definitely did not turn on the skin resurfacing.
Xiao Wu admired the face with satisfaction: "Well, that's right, pleasing to the eyes."
Chen Xing sat sideways, his elbows resting on the back of the chair, half of his hand covering his mouth, and said with a smile: "When the show is broadcast, you will be able to see me. The living room will play the single cut on a loop every day, which can also increase my traffic."
Xiao Wu nodded: "That's what I thought. I'm going to turn on all the video machines in my house and play them in an endless loop 24 hours a day."
Chen Xing was amused and laughed with his head tilted back.
There was a sound of the bathroom door opening. Chen Xing knew that it was Xia Huanming coming out, so he said, "Oh, our captain is fine. I'm going to take a shower."
Xiao Wu knew that his captain was Xia Huanming, so he quickly said, "Then let me see his legs."
When Xiao Wu gets anxious, his voice becomes loud.
So Xia Huanming changed into pajamas, and the first words he heard after coming out of the bathroom were from a strange man: "Look at your legs."
Xia Huanming:?
He stood at the door and saw his roommate really pull up his pants and scan his calves with his phone: "Look, you see it."
Xia Huanming: ...
Xia Huanming pretended to know nothing, walked past Chen Xing, and glanced at the man through the small window.
He has a round face, wears glasses, and looks young.
Xia Huanming sat down on the edge of his bed, picked up the script and started reading.
Chen Xing turned his head and greeted first: "Captain, I think I took a picture of you just now, are you okay?"
The warm light illuminated the unwiped water marks on Xia Huanming's brow, and the water droplets slid down his neck into his collar.
Xia Huanming was wearing a long-sleeved shirt with a blue background and green squares. When he sat down, the hems of his pants became nine-point pants, revealing his ankles.
"It's okay." Xia Huanming didn't look up, and his tone sounded indifferent.
Chen Xing made sure everything was fine before continuing to chat with Xiao Wu: "So I was right, it's just a small wound, it's really okay."
Although Chen Xing didn't seem to mind, Xiao Wu was still worried: "But don't you have a scar-prone physique? What if you get a scar here?"
"It's okay, just apply some foundation and it will be fine," Chen Xing said clearly, "and it's normal to get injured in this line of work. If I were to worry about such a small injury, how would I be able to act in martial arts scenes in the future? I'm sure I'll get more injuries then."
Xiao Wu always listened to Chen Xing's words, and since they made sense, he was convinced.
"That's right... Then you should try to be more careful." Xiao Wu reminded him earnestly before hanging up the phone, "Since you have a fight scene later, you should usually not do those dangerous actions, such as suddenly jumping down the stairs."
Chen Xing: "...Uh, you're too late."
Xiao Wu: "...You are really fast."
After the call, Chen Xing prepared to take a shower.
Xia Huanming's voice came: "Are you going to take a shower like this later?"
"I wrapped it with plastic wrap," Chen Xing lifted up his trouser legs again and showed Xia Huanming his masterpiece, "It's airtight, and I guarantee not even a drop of water can get in."
Xia Huanming looked down and saw that Chen Xing's calves were wrapped tightly.
Forget about water, it's wrapped so tightly that blood circulation won't be possible.
Xia Huanming waved his hand: "Go wash quickly, or your legs will become numb before you finish washing."
"No." Chen Xing picked up his clothes and pants and ran into the bathroom.
Chen Xing didn't pay much attention to the condition of his calves when washing. After washing, he found that the gauze was dry after being wrapped with several layers of plastic wrap.
Chen Xing walked up to Xia Huanming as if to show off: "Look, it's completely fresh."
Xia Huanming nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, yes."
After receiving the affirmation, Chen Xing turned around and left. Xia Huanming pointed at the script with his finger: "What are you going to do now?"
Chen Xing opened the bedroom door and answered as a matter of course: "Get some snacks, and go find Xingyu to play games. He and I still have a few games to play. Do you want me to bring anything for you?"
Xia Huanming shook his head and said, "No, you go ahead."
Chen Xing turned and left.
Xia Huanming was reading the script again. He could hear laughter coming from downstairs.
Zhao Xingyu seemed to be happy about something, maybe he finished the game?
Who knows?
Xia Huanming had no interest in understanding. He stared at the words that were as uneven as mountains, and all the sounds sank into the ground.
He hadn't even finished reading a page when he heard footsteps approaching in the corridor. The sound became clearer and closer, and finally stopped.
Xia Huanming's fingers suddenly paused. He knew who it was without even looking.
Sure enough, a familiar voice sounded: "I'm back again."
Only then did he raise his head.
The wall lamp in the corridor gently covered the ends of Chen Xing's slightly curled hair, flowing down from his shoulders, dragging a slender amber river on the wooden floor. His fingertips rested on the door frame, and his relaxed posture was like an unfinished silhouette.
There were a few more bags of snacks in his arms.
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