Jing Zuohuai was still immersed in the play, and threw himself into Ke Huo's arms, crying silently. He held him tightly, as if he would never leave him.
Ke Huo got up from the bed, grabbed Jing Zuohuai and held him in his arms to comfort him. He was still immersed in the play, saying to Zhou Yuan, "Don't leave me..."
The director and staff were very sensible and gave them time to break away from their roles.
The first one to react was Jing Zuohuai. He patted Ke Huo on the back to comfort him.
The character of Zhou Yuan has suffered too much. It is rare for him to meet someone like Qin Zheng who treats him wholeheartedly. But the happiness is very short-lived. Zhou Yuan just became somewhat dependent on him, but he had to bear his own sharp thorns.
"Okay!" Jing Zuohuai said with a tearful voice, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes.
Ke Huo cried even more sadly than himself, hugging himself tightly and not letting go, "Alright! I can't breathe."
Ke Huo was still reluctant to let him go. He looked at his outfit and couldn't help but burst into tears again, "Wuwuwuwu, Zhou Yuan, my little Yuan wuwuwuwu..."
Director Kang looked at them and was amused. He was clearly very sad just now, but now he was able to get out of the role.
Sister Zhou was helpless. She shook her head. It was really speechless to see her own artist acting so silly.
Jiang Rui prepared medicine for him to take when he returned, while He Zhijin was concerned about his health.
"Can't I just not take this medicine?" He Zhijin frowned. Jing Zuohuai had been taking it too frequently recently. Although it was a tonic, it was still toxic, and he was worried.
Jiang Rui knew what it was, and he didn't want Jing Zuohuai to eat it, but if he didn't eat it, he would lose control.
"Wipe your tears." Jing Zuohuai helped wipe the tears from his face.
"They're all filming behind-the-scenes footage, and you'll be completely humiliated by then." He coaxed her, "A young master from the Beijing entertainment industry is crying so hard over a role. Do you think they'll laugh at you?"
Ke Huo slowly controlled his emotions, looked around as he listened to him, and sure enough, he saw that they were taking pictures of him.
His face instantly heated up, and he pointed at them, "Ah ...! No taking pictures! This is so embarrassing!"
"It's not shameful, it's so real!" the screenwriter teased.
Jing Zuohuai withdrew from the scene and returned to the lounge with the help of Jiang Rui. His scenes were finished, and he should be able to rest and recuperate from now on.
He Zhijin followed behind without saying a word. He watched Jing Zuhuai sweat profusely and saw with his own eyes that his condition gradually improved after he drank the medicine.
He had questions, but he didn't dare ask them. He was afraid that the worst thought in his heart was true, and he was afraid that something might happen to him.
After Jiang Rui comforted him, he went to the crew. In case there were any bad scenes, he would have to reshoot them himself.
At first, they wanted He Zhijin to go, but after Jiang Rui said it twice, he didn't respond, so Jing Zuohuai had to let him go.
After he left, Jing Zuhuai ran to the bathroom to vomit. He had vomited once before, and he had only eaten a little porridge for breakfast. His stomach was empty, and he retched for a long time.
Jing Zuohuai sat on the bed with the help of He Zhijin. He hesitated and said, "Senior, you don't look well."
He Zhijin ignored him, his eyes still fixed on him.
"Do you want to know why I am like this?" Jing Zuhuai sighed and spoke slowly.
"It's an old problem. I don't know if you know this common problem for actors? I'm very slow to get out of a role, and sometimes I can't. I'm too immersed in it, and sometimes it's like this."
"So this medicine isn't some kind of blood-tonifying medicine, right?"
Jing Zuohuai smiled and said, "It's a medicine to replenish qi and blood. I've been taking too much damage from filming, so the doctor prescribed it for me."
He acted coquettishly towards him, "Don't be angry, okay? I know you care about me. This medicine will make you feel sick if you take too much. I admit that I took a little too much recently. I won't do it next time, okay?"
"There won't be a next time, okay?" Jing Zuohuai rarely spoke in such a soft tone. He knew that He Zhijin would fall for it.
He Zhijin couldn't resist him, so he sighed and patted his head, "You never take care of yourself."
"I already have you, I know you will take care of me!"
Okay, Jing Zuohuai had eaten himself to death. He Zhijin said helplessly, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"
"Cantonese cuisine! I want to have Cantonese dim sum!" Jing Zuohuai said excitedly.
Cantonese food? The nearest restaurant is half an hour's drive away.
But the child wanted to eat, and it was rare to see him order a dish. When we got back from shopping, it was just dinner time, so we could eat together.
"Okay, I'll go buy it." He Zhijin rubbed his face. "Can you do it yourself? Do you need to call Jiang Rui over?"
Jing Zuohuai shook his head, indicating that he was fine. He Zhijin went out with some concern, and passed by the crew and said something to Jiang Rui. Jiang Rui nodded and went back to look after Jing Zuohuai.
After confirming that He Zhijin had left, he frantically ran to the bathroom. The nausea was getting stronger, more intense than ever. His body was cold and he couldn't stop shaking.
He felt empty inside, annoyed and irritated. Sadness washed over him, and all the unbearable things in the past flooded into his mind like memories.
His thoughts were complicated and he couldn't tell whether these were reality or fantasy.
Jiang Rui pushed the door open and did not see Jing Zuohuai. In panic, he immediately went to the bathroom to look for him.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Jing Zuhuai curled up in the corner. His anxious heart gradually calmed down, and then he was filled with heartache.
He knew that Jing Zuohuai had been troubled by inner demons. He wanted to help him, but he was powerless.
"Xiao Jing, why didn't you tell him?" Jiang Rui waited until he calmed down before taking him back to bed. He poured him a cup of hot water and said, "You can't keep it a secret if you keep hiding it."
"He is suspicious of me now." Jing Zuhuai sighed and clenched the water glass in his hand.
"and you......"
"I tell him the truth, then what?" Jing Zuohuai asked him, "What else can I do except add to his troubles? Telling him the truth will only make him blame himself, and he will take all the blame on himself."
"He Zhijin has a strong sense of responsibility. To put it bluntly, he's just an idiot. He only knows how to impose other people's misfortunes on himself. Even when it clearly has nothing to do with him, he always takes it upon himself to do so."
"He uses this pain to motivate himself, not daring to feel even a little bit of happiness." Jing Zuohuai sighed, "He will feel guilty, and he will live in self-blame for the rest of his life."
Jiang Rui didn't understand, he didn't understand this idea.
It was precisely because he knew this problem of his that he was reluctant to tell him. Jing Zuohuai knew that He Zhijin had doubts about him, but he had no choice but to deal with it.
"I can't control my emotions anymore. I'm afraid of losing control in front of him. I don't want him to worry about me."
Jiang Rui had never felt so powerless before. Jing Zuohuai was always full of energy. He had seen too many of his energetic side, but he had overlooked the fact that he had always been a patient.
He has a serious heart disease, so serious that no one can cure it.
"I beg you, Jiang Rui." Jing Zuohuai said weakly.
"Never tell him the truth, ever."
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