Chapter 32: Rub the summer solstice point and the pain will go away.
Chen Xing wanted to laugh, but he was facing the sun and could only half-close his eyes and speak: "Why didn't you leave?"
"I chatted with Teacher Zhang for a few words." Xia Huanming seemed to notice his discomfort, and quietly took a step to the side, directly blocking the sunlight.
Chen Xing smiled, put his phone back into his pocket, and asked loudly, "What did he want to talk to you about?"
"I gave some suggestions on acting." Xia Huanming's eyes were like torches, staring at him again and again, and then he said, "Let's go back."
They passed the path with the tassel trees again.
The tassel tree was still covered with white snow. This time, Chen Xing squatted in front of the weeds and watched the tassel flowers fall into the ant hole.
A group of ants surrounded the blocked hole and worked together to move the flowers.
Chen Xing called Xia Huanming over to take a look. Xia Huanming was obviously not as curious as Chen Xing, but he still squatted with him.
Chen Xing poked Xia Huanming's knee and asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Xia Huanming shook his head, leaned his shoulder towards Chen Xing, and replied in a gentle voice: "That was just a very strong force, I don't feel it anymore now."
After hearing what Xia Huanming said, Chen Xing felt completely relieved and his mood improved a lot.
The two of them didn't leave until the ants returned to the nest.
When Chen Xing returned to the villa, he only saw Zheng Peiya and Xue Si Nian, who were printing the first few pages of the script.
Chen Xing walked over and asked, "Can I give you a spoiler?"
Xue Si Nian folded a few pages of paper together and shook them off. "Sorry, I can't spoil the story. Besides, this is not the final version. It may need to be significantly revised."
Zheng Peiya nodded.
"Well then," Chen Xing said regretfully, "Have you had lunch yet?"
"No, I'm still working on the script," Zheng Peiya walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. "There's some pickled mustard greens in the refrigerator. Let's have some pickled mustard greens and shredded pork noodles."
"I think it's okay," Xue Si Nian pointed at herself and then at Chen Xing, "We two will help out, so I'll leave it to you and Xia Huanming, the two chefs."
The four of them got down to work. Chen Xing and Xue Si Nian were in charge of setting the bowls and waiting for the noodles, while Zheng Pei Ya and Xia Huan Ming were in the kitchen chopping vegetables and cooking noodles. The two had completely different tastes and cooking methods, so the four bowls of noodles had two different flavors. Zheng Pei Ya's noodles had chili sauce in them, which tasted salty and spicy; Xia Huan Ming's noodles had the original aroma of snow vegetables and meat, and added a few slices of mushrooms.
Chen Xing first tasted the noodles made by Xia Huanming and praised it highly as soon as he took a bite; he then tried the noodles made by Zheng Peiya, and as he loved spicy food, he immediately chose Zheng Peiya's bowl of noodles.
Chen Xing, the master of keeping things balanced, expressed his feelings about the taste of noodles: "First of all, I chose Peiya's noodles because of my personal taste. It's not that Ahuan's noodles are not delicious. After all, everyone has different tastes. Ahuan's noodles are also very good, but I want to eat Peiya's noodles today. Peiya's noodles are moderately salty and spicy, which is very suitable for me. I like it very much."
After Chen Xing finished speaking, he motioned for Xue Si Nian to speak. Xue Si Nian held the chopsticks and after thinking for more than ten seconds, he said, "Ditto."
Chen Xing: “…”
Zheng Peiya: “…”
Xia Huanming was the only one who didn't look speechless, because he didn't listen to Xue Si Nian's words at all. All he could think about were Chen Xing's compliments.
Although he felt a little regretful that Chen Xing didn't choose him, he was in a good mood after being praised so many times.
They ate while chatting. After they were full, Chen Xing and Xue Si Nian started to clean up. They washed the dishes and took out the trash together.
But the restaurant was cleaned up in just twenty minutes.
Chen Xing and Xue Si Nian put away the mop and broom, and after passing by the dining table, they stopped, turned around at the same time, and high-fived each other.
Xia Huanming and Zheng Peiya next to them: "..."
Xue Si Nian unconvincedly took Zheng Peiya's arm and said, "What are you looking at? We can't even encourage each other."
Zheng Peiya nodded in agreement: "Okay, okay, well done, let's continue writing the script."
The corners of Xue Si Nian's mouth drooped suddenly: "Alas... I have to start using my brain again——"
After saying hello to Chen Xing and Xia Huanming, the two returned to their room and started writing the script.
The living room fell into a brief silence, and Chen Xing turned around and went to the kitchen to get a Coke.
Chen Xing asked Xia Huanming by the way: "Do you want it?"
Xia Huanming shook his head: "No need."
Chen Xing had just closed the refrigerator when the phone in his pocket rang.
Xia Huanming reached out to help Chen Xing get the Coke and opened the lid, only to hear Chen Xing answer the phone and say, "Uh-huh... OK, OK... Are you guys ready? I'll be there in a minute! OK! Should I bring anything? Oh, OK! See you later then."
Chen Xing ended the call and found that Xia Huanming had already opened the bottle for him. He quickly thanked him in a long tone: "Thank you - our handsome guy -"
Xia Huanming smiled and looked at him: "What's wrong? Where are you going later?"
Chen Xing took a sip and said cheerfully, "Go to Brother Rui's dormitory to get a small cake."
Hearing this, Xia Huanming immediately put away his smile and looked at Chen Xing with a stern face.
It's Qi Yinrui again. Why are these words everywhere?
Chen Xing did not notice Xia Huanming's brief displeasure, and thought that his silence was due to his curiosity about where the cake came from, so he patiently explained: "Their screenwriter Yaya makes delicious cakes, and several of us have eaten them. You were away a few days ago, do you want to try it? If you want, I can get you a few too."
As he spoke, he pulled Xia Huanming's sleeve.
This coquettish action unintentionally brought a silencing blow to Xia Huanming.
What kind of cake? It's hard to have time for the two of us to be alone, why go to someone else's place? He can also learn to make cakes. Isn't it just whisking egg whites and adding egg yolks? What's so difficult about that?
Although Xia Huanming was mumbling a lot in his heart, he still spoke briefly: "I don't need it."
"Okay, I'm leaving now." Chen Xing didn't think much about it and walked towards the entrance with a Coke in his hand. "I'll be back later."
"Yeah." Xia Huanming stood where he was, watching the door slowly close.
Two hours later, Xue Si Nian, who could no longer continue typing, went into the living room to take a breath.
The lights in the living room had been turned off, leaving only a few cameras with red lights on.
Xue Si Nian staggered to the kettle and poured herself a cup of warm water.
She was leaning against the low cabinet, still thinking about the next plot line in her mind, so when she saw a man in black whose face she couldn't see clearly standing in front of the sofa, her body trembled.
"puff--"
A mouthful of water spurted out directly.
From Xia Huanming's perspective, Xue Si Nian came in from behind, drank water, and then inexplicably started spraying water.
Xia Huanming: "...Did you choke?"
He didn't understand Xue Si Nian, and Xue Si Nian didn't understand him either.
"You standing there motionless really scared me to death," Xue Si Nian held her chest and relaxed for a few seconds, "Why are you the only one here? Where's Xiao Zhu?"
Xia Huanming came over and threw the rag to Xue Si Nian: "He went to play somewhere else."
When Xue Si Nian heard this, she knew that Chen Xing went next door to eat cake. In the past few days, they went there every day to eat and drink.
She wiped the table clean and joked, "So he just left you like that?"
Drop it. These two words made Xia Huanming tremble.
The sound of sticky water stains after the rag was stirred dry expanded in his ears. The space twisted like a whirlpool, and Xia Huanming could hear no sound except his heartbeat.
After Xue Si Nian rinsed the rag, she turned around and found Xia Huanming leaning on the dining table with both hands, his brows furrowed. His eyes were like a dark river containing a glacier. All the warmth had been drained away, and his body was trembling slightly.
Xue Si Nian hung up the rag and walked over with concern: "What's wrong with you?"
Xia Huanming shook his head: "Nothing."
The sound didn't sound wrong, but it didn't seem to be in a good condition.
Xue Si Nian thought about how they came back late at night and got up early the next day, and immediately said, "Oh, maybe they are too tired from filming these few days. Why don't you go sit for a while."
After sending Xia Huanming to sit on the sofa, Xue Si Nian said again: "If you feel dizzy again, go see a doctor."
Xia Huanming frowned and replied, "No, I'm not dizzy."
"Ouch, you and I are not allowed to have sex, I'll ask Xiaozhu to come back and check on you," Xue Si Nian stopped holding her phone, "What did you just say?"
"..." Xia Huanming looked at Xue Si Nian and nodded firmly: "I feel dizzy, ask him to come back quickly."
"beep--"
“Beep—”
Chen Xing heard the phone ringing and said to the others at the table, "I'm going to answer the call."
He put down his half-eaten butter cake, left the table and went to the front door.
The layouts of the villas are all the same, the only difference is that the theme color has changed to yellow and green. It is precisely the difference in color that makes Chen Xing feel unfamiliar.
Although the people in Team 3 are pretty good, I just don’t feel that familiarity.
I really treat that place as my home.
Chen Xing couldn't help but smile and asked the other party: "Miss you, what's wrong?"
"Little Pig, come back soon. Brother Huan seems to be in poor condition... Oh, I feel dizzy." Xue Si Nian felt that he had said it too harshly and slammed on the emergency brake.
"What do you mean by dizzy?" Chen Xing straightened up and hurried over to the sofa to pick up his coat. "I'll be right back."
Qi Yinrui noticed that something was wrong with Chen Xing and walked over to ask, "What's wrong?"
"Okay, I'll hang up first," Chen Xing hung up the phone and frowned, "Xia Huanming is dizzy, there are only two girls left at my place, I have to go back."
Qi Yinrui had a flash of doubt, but still nodded and said, "Okay, go back quickly. Take those little cakes with you."
Screenwriter Yaya quickly put a few small cakes into a plastic bag and ran over to hand it to Chen Xing.
Chen Xing thanked him repeatedly and ran away holding the plastic bag.
After Chen Xing left, Du He asked curiously, "Could it be that he hit me with the stick? But that shouldn't be the case. The piglet isn't that strong, and the dog is calling out to a tall and strong man."
"Why do you care?" Qi Yinrui calmly returned to his seat, scooped up a spoonful of cake, and reviewed what happened today. Suddenly, a guess popped into his mind.
This conjecture made him laugh.
"What's wrong with Brother Rui?" Du He looked at the captain who was so happy that he kept poking at the cake, "Don't tell me you are acting out a script again. Which scene? Let me check it with you."
"It's not a play. I just have a guess and I'm going to verify it." Qi Yinrui said as he took out his mobile phone and typed leisurely.
[Old Fox]: I sent the person back to you.
[Old Fox]: Now it all depends on your acting skills.
【Xia Huanming】: ...
[Old Fox]: Please don’t embarrass us professional actors.
The sunlight was blocked outside the blackout curtains. The bedroom was dark as if filled with dark brown air. The table beside the bed was piled with heavy books and open medicine boxes. It was eerily quiet.
Xia Huanming sat on the edge of the bed, the fluorescent light from the mobile phone screen spread over his tall nose and all the way to the bluish-gray ceiling.
"Old fox." Xia Huanming snorted coldly and threw the phone aside.
He lay down in the thin quilt, staring at the pitch-black ceiling. The darkness was like a heavy curtain that would fall down at any time, and countless shadows were slowly wriggling like insect eggs.
This was a scene he often saw during his long insomnia, and he was no longer surprised by it.
It's just that today is a little different.
Words that he had not heard for a long time broke out again from the memories he wanted to forget, forming new vines that entangled his hands and feet, as if to trap him in the small, decayed room once again.
"Just stay here from now on, you can't go back anyway!"
"They didn't just leave! They abandoned you! That means they don't want you anymore."
"You still expect him to come back? He already abandoned you to your grandmother! Just treat them as dead!"
…
These voices tugged at him again and again until...
Until there was a knock on the door.
Xia Huanming suddenly came back to his senses. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and said in a low voice, "Come in."
Light gushed out from the crack in the door, creating a crack in the darkness.
"Why is it so dark?" Chen Xing said as he turned on all the lights.
The sudden dazzling feeling made Xia Huanming close his eyes subconsciously. As a result, Chen Xing thought he was going to faint, so he quickly rushed over and grabbed Xia Huanming's arms and lifted them up.
Xia Huanming: “…”
Xia Huanming felt like a fish that had just been caught, and his whole body was lifted up.
He knew that Chen Xing was strong, but he didn't expect him to have such strong explosive power. He was a good candidate for fitness.
Xia Huanming opened his eyes and met Chen Xing's anxious gaze.
Chen Xing sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the man in black in front of him, and asked solemnly: "Didn't you say you were fine? Why are you still dizzy?"
He wanted to look at the back of Xia Huanming's head, but was stopped by Xia Huanming.
Xia Huanming originally wanted to pretend to be sick using the "being hit" incident as an excuse so that Chen Xing would stay by his side, but when he heard Chen Xing say this, his heart melted.
How can you put the blame on Chen Xing? That's too inhumane.
"It really has nothing to do with you," Xia Huanming held Chen Xing's wrist and gently placed it on the quilt, "Am I not taking medicine? Maybe it's an adverse reaction, which is a common thing."
Chen Xing asked doubtfully, "Really?"
"Really." Xia Huanming gently held Chen Xing's palm, as if to tell him not to be nervous, "But it still hurts a little, can you rub it for me?"
After saying this, Xia Huanming lowered his head obediently.
Xia Huanming's voice was as light as a wisp of smoke, a little hoarse, yet incredibly gentle.
Tsk, no wonder Xia Huanming's fans always talk about "嗵唤" and "straight men's tricks". They are indeed straight men's tricks, Chen Xing thought.
Chen Xing did as he was told, and used his other right hand, which was able to move, to gently stroke the back of his head. Xia Huanming's hair was softer than he had imagined, like fine silk that swayed slightly with his movements, flowing through his fingertips and then across his wrist.
"Here?" Chen Xing asked.
Chen Xing's attention was only on the back of his head, and he didn't notice where the man in front of him was looking.
Xia Huanming had mixed feelings. One second he felt sorry for pretending to be sick, and the next second he felt that he was right to pretend to be sick.
Otherwise, he would have no legitimate reason to get so close to Chen Xing. The distance of less than half a meter allowed him to hear Chen Xing's thin breathing.
Even if he were to stagger and fall, he could have an unexpected kiss.
Xia Huanming was enjoying himself when the touch on the back of his head suddenly disappeared. Chen Xing withdrew his hand and stood up.
Xia Huanming held the air and raised his head hurriedly: "What's wrong, are you leaving?"
"Yes, since you are dizzy, you should just lie down and rest. I am of no use here. At most I can help you get a glass of water."
As Chen Xing spoke, he closed the medicine box on the table. When he put it back in the drawer, he saw the "confiscated" notebook. He glanced at it and closed the drawer again.
"I'm reading the script in the living room. If you feel something is wrong, just call me and I'll come right up." Chen Xing patted Xia Huanming's shoulder, "Lie down for a while."
Xia Huanming: “…”
Chen Xing looked at Xia Huanming with a frown on his face, his originally deep eyes now drooped.
He thought to himself: Look, there is no light in his eyes, it seems that he is really feeling uncomfortable.
Chen Xing raised his hand and swore, "Okay, okay, I promise I won't come back halfway. Now you can lie down and rest assured."
Xia Huanming: “?”
No, he was just stunned for a few seconds, why did he suddenly disappear?
Xia Huanming quickly said: "But..."
Chen Xing looked at him: "But what?"
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