Yan Zixiu had no recollection of these two messages. The time was six o'clock in the evening, and it was impossible that he was sleeping at that time.

He read it several times again, then sat up and turned on the desk light.

Only then did Yan Zixiu realize that he was not sleeping in the bedroom with Jing Shaoci, but in the guest room.

There has always been only one person who could move him while he was sleeping.

Yan Zixiu's eyes dimmed for a moment, he raised his hand and touched his chest, and then the corners of his mouth pulled up an arc that was uglier than crying.

"Very good... very good."

If Jing Shaoci could stay away from him, it would be considered to stop the damage in time.

He said good over and over again, but the dull pain in his heart made his throat so sour that he couldn't breathe.

Yan Zixiu curled up his legs, then hugged his hands and buried his face in them.

The moment he turned on the desk light, Jing Shaoci saw it from the control interface on his mobile phone.

He looked at it silently for a moment, and after retracting his gaze, Jing Shaoci finally did not choose to go to the guest room.

Yan Zixiu didn't know how long he had been sitting there until the door was pushed open by a big hand.

When Jing Shaoci walked in and saw him in this posture, he immediately put down the bowl in his hand and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable somewhere?"

Yan Zixiu's body stiffened for a moment, and then he raised his head little by little like a machine.

It was still the familiar pair of black eyes, but they were filled with anxiety and worry.

The big hand holding his arm brought a warm touch, which made him feel at ease and painful.

Yan Zixiu didn't say anything, but just stared at him without blinking.

"Yanyan." Jing Shaoci's big hand tightened slightly, "If you don't want to talk to me, can I call my parents over?"

Yan Zixiu's pupils moved, and after a long while he spoke: "You clearly heard what I said, why are you still obsessed?"

Jing Shaoci's big hand trembled, and then loosened from his arm.

He didn't leave as Yan Zixiu thought, but got up and picked up the bowl he had just put down from the side, and then sat back down.

"You've slept for a whole day, and your stomach must be hungry. This is red bean dumplings, I just learned it this afternoon."

Yan Zixiu was never picky about food, but Jing Shaoci knew that he liked sweets.

Whenever there is something sweet, this person will eat a few more bites.

He picked up the spoon with his slender fingers, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it a few times, and passed it to Yan Zixiu's mouth.

Seeing that he was reluctant to open his mouth, Jing Shaoci looked at him and said, "It's not hot, it's very sweet."

Yan Zixiu turned his head away and didn't look at him. His voice was flat and he said, "What's the matter with the message on my phone?"

Jing Shaoci took back his hand and put the spoon back into the bowl.

"I sent the message."

He looked down at the white and plump glutinous rice balls soaked in red bean paste in the bowl, but his throat was full of bitterness.

"I know you deliberately let me hear those words." Jing Shaoci laughed self-deprecatingly, "I also know that you absolutely disdain to coax me."

He raised his eyes and looked at Yan Zixiu, "So I coaxed myself for you."

[Pulled sweet potato, I was wrong.]

[I will not practice anymore, and I will never leave you in the future.]

Yan Zixiu thought of the two messages and couldn't help but close his eyes.

He couldn't imagine what kind of mood Jing Shaoci was in when he sent these two sentences to him, and he couldn't imagine how much love a person had to have to deceive himself in this way.

"If you hate it, I will never send it again."

Yan Zixiu clenched his fingers, took a deep breath and said, "Jing Shaoci, you have to keep some dignity in your life."

Jing Shaoci was so upset that he almost went crazy when he heard his words.

But when he looked at Yan Zixiu, his eyes were still filled with indulgent tenderness.

"Who doesn't want dignity, but I really can't do it." There was endless sadness in his tone, "Because I chose to love you myself."

"I am willing to suffer grievances, pain, or even to shorten my life." Jing Shaoci's voice was choked with a hint of uncontrollable sobs, "As long as I can be with you, it's worth it no matter how hard it is."

Yan Zixiu was panicked and couldn't say a word.

Because of his heartache, he couldn't tell the person in front of him at all.

He was so cruel, but this person just wanted to hold him tightly, and would not let go even if his fingers were broken.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Zixiu opened his slightly red eyes and looked at him and said, "Jing Shaoci, what did I give you to make you feel that you are qualified to grow old with me?"

"You gave me everything." Jing Shaoci looked into his eyes and answered word by word, "You gave everything you could, everything you could do."

Ever since Yan Zixiu decided to extend his life, whether it was merit or the longevity lamp, or the thing he couldn't name last night.

Jing Shaoci always knew clearly that Yan Zixiu was doing his best to keep him alive.

So even if this person resisted him and was unwilling to admit that he loved him, he would not let go.

In the end, Yan Zixiu still didn't eat the bowl of red bean glutinous rice dumplings.

The next day he found out that the reason Jing Shaoci carried him to the guest room was because the original bedroom they were living in could no longer be lived in.

Since a divine object like the Emperor Liujing can prolong life, it can naturally cleanse the meridians and marrow.

Jing Shaoci took three baths in an afternoon before he could barely wash off the black stuff on his body.

But the smell in the room was so bad that even though a professional cleaning company was called that day, Jing Shaoci was still afraid that the stink would disturb Yan Zixiu.

"You asked for three days off from the crew, why are you going back today?" Li Fengzhi asked while driving on the way to the airport.

Yan Zixiu turned his head to look out the window and replied calmly, "I want to read more of the script."

Li Fengzhi glanced at him with his peripheral vision and did not ask any further questions.

After the third script reading of "Asking the Dao at the Sky," the director approached Yan Zixiu alone.

"Xiao Yan, you have a good grasp of other aspects, but the screenwriter and I feel that you have not grasped the feeling of Luo Junshi for Lin Xingran."

The roles that Yan Zixiu took on before, Feng Shuxuan and Xu Jingkong, had no love scenes at all. Although Chu Zhuo in Moon and Shadow had love scenes, he expressed them in a very extroverted way, and there was also close physical contact as support.

But Luo Junshi's feelings towards Lin Xingran are very contradictory. He loves and hates her, and there is also a kind of madness of wanting but not getting her.

But Luo Junshi has been Guangfeng Jiyue's senior brother from the beginning, and later he became the head of Taishang Xianzong. Even if he loves Lin Xingran to death in his heart, he cannot show it at all.

In the original book, after Luo Junshi's true face was exposed, everyone thought that he was jealous of Lin Xingran's talent and opportunities.

But only Luo Junshi himself knew the reason why he didn't want Lin Xingran to become strong, just because in this way he could protect his junior fellow apprentice for a lifetime, and the other party would always hide under his wings and never dare to leave him.

The director talked to Yan Zixiu for a long time, trying to use various angles to make him understand how to express this feeling more accurately.

But Yan Zixiu was always silent more than he spoke, and the director didn't know whether he understood what he meant.

After the director left, Han Xiangchen floated out from inside.

"Sir."

Yan Zixiu was in a bad mood these days, and he had seen it a long time ago.

He avoided other topics and started talking about the role.

"I have read the book "Zhi Tian Wen Dao" in its entirety. Luo Junshi is indeed not easy to play, and it is a challenge for you."

Although Han Xiangchen always called him "sir", he could be said to have always acted as a teacher in terms of acting.

Han Xiangchen had also seen all the plays that Yan Zixiu had performed before. Not only did he have no acting skills, but he was also exaggerated and embarrassing.

But now Yan Zixiu's acting skills have made great progress. For example, when he had to act out a stomachache before, the 21-year-old Yan Zixiu would only hold his stomach and whine, but now Yan Zixiu can force the veins on his forehead to show and grit his teeth to look for medicine everywhere.

"Your weak point in emotional scenes has always been your weakness. When you played Chu Zhuo before, many of the delicate expressions were completed by me."

Han Xiangchen looked at him and said, "But my lord, I will leave one day. Only you can master acting skills and truly understand what the character has given you."

Yan Zixiu was still understanding the role with the help of Han Xiangchen, while Jing Shaoci drove to Zhuyuanzhai.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Yin Jue lazily leaning on a recliner, with three fingertips on his right hand holding an ancient smoke pipe with a thin long pole.

After seeing him, Yin Jue exhaled a thin puff of smoke from his mouth, and then knocked the smoke pipe at his feet, "I knew you would come."

Jing Shaoci looked at him expressionlessly, waiting for him to stand up from the recliner slowly.

"Mr. Jing, you came here to ask me about Master Yan Tian, ​​right?"

Jing Shaoci's cold eyes showed no emotion, and he just nodded indifferently.

He could say nothing about what he had done for Yan Zixiu, but he wanted to know everything Yan Zixiu had done for him.

Yin Jue took a deep breath, then looked at him and said, "Then I'll tell you."

Jing Shaoci said coldly, "Don't ask me for money." Yin

Jue raised his red lips, smiled charmingly and said, "He has already given me something I have been longing for."

After that, he went upstairs and took down an ancient book, and it seemed that he had prepared it in advance.

"Looking at your aura, I think he didn't keep any of the Emperor's Flowing Mist that he stole that day."

Jing Shaoci frowned slightly, "Emperor's Flowing Mist?"

"Yes, that cool thing he gave you that day is called this."

He opened the ancient book and placed it in front of Jing Shaoci.

"After reading the explanation in this book, you will probably understand how precious Emperor's Flowing Mist is."

Jing Shaoci immediately lowered his eyes to read it, and when he saw a line of records, his pupils shrank instantly.

Yin Jue had been observing his expression, and after seeing his reaction, he smiled with satisfaction.

"Taoism has three thousand small worlds, and the place where we are is just a tiny world among them."

Yin Jue moved closer and continued, "Master Yan Tian said that he wanted to give up everything and practice diligently, but this Emperor's Plasma can increase your cultivation by a hundred years, but he gave you all of it without hesitation. Mr. Jing, if he drinks this Emperor's Plasma, plus his original cultivation, he will be able to break free from the shackles here and roam freely in the three thousand worlds."

He lazily supported his chin with the back of his hand, and asked knowingly, "I'm curious, why is he so persistent in extending your life?"

He knew the answer to this question in his heart, and Jing Shaoci would know it better than him.

Jing Shaoci didn't speak for a long time. His eyelids were slightly lowered, hiding all the emotions surging in his eyes.

Yin Jue raised his eyebrows and continued: "If you change your mind and don't want to marry him in the future, you must remember to inform me. I will be the first in line to marry."

He rolled up a bunch of his long hair and sighed with admiration: "You don't know how handsome he was when he fought with Emperor Liuli that night. There were thousands of monsters..."

With a "bang", Jing Shaoci stood up suddenly and overturned the stool behind him.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Yin Jue. The cold and cruel eyes made Yin Jue shudder subconsciously.

A moment later, the door of Zhuyuanzhai was slammed shut.

Yin Jue looked at the shaking door frame, crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, saying, "Tsk, what a pity, such a handsome Heavenly Master will definitely have to work as a lover in the future."

Here, Han Xiangchen picked two scenes to compare with Yan Zixiu.

"It still feels wrong." He frowned and said, "Although Luo Junshi must be extremely restrained in his heart, the love for Lin Xingran must be felt by the audience through his eyes, otherwise it will be called facial paralysis."

Yan Zixiu thought about his words carefully and read the script description again.

Han Xiangchen glanced at his expression from the side for a while, then tentatively said, "Actually, if you want to see the eyes that conceal love, there is someone you can observe."

Yan Zixiu glanced at him indifferently and asked, "Who?"

Han Xiangchen curled his hands on his knees and said cautiously, "Mr. Jing."

Yan Zixiu's eyes turned cold in an instant, Han Xiangchen immediately stood up and said: "I am sorry for talking too much, sir, please take your time to read the script, I will go in first."

About ten minutes later, Li Fengzhi's mobile phone rang.

"Zixiu, what's the matter?"

"Recently," he pursed his lips, his voice became a little low and said: "Do you have any announcements in City B?"

Li Fengzhi was stunned for a moment, and when he was about to confirm the itinerary again, he suddenly stopped.

"Yes, there will be a brand business event the day after tomorrow."

Yan Zixiu was silent for a while, then said: "Well, then we will go back tomorrow."

"Okay."

After ending the call, Yan Zixiu sat on the sofa for a long time.

He kept telling himself in his heart that he was not missing that person, but going back just to play the role well.