During the afternoon shoot, Mu Zhouyi did not have to do a single NG. She seemed to have finally found the feeling, and as if possessed by the god of acting, her every move and gesture was like Ye Bing walking out of the script.
I finished all the close-ups that had been stuck for the whole morning in one go. Xu Heng's expression finally relaxed, and Shen Yan's frown slowly loosened.
After the close-up, Xie Yang prepared to leave with his violin.
"Jie Yang." Mu Zhouyi chased after him and stood in front of Jie Yang, saying with embarrassment and guilt, "Thank you for cooperating with me. I'm really sorry for wasting so much of your time this morning."
Xie Yang glanced at the staff members who were looking over here, smiled at Mu Zhouyi, indicating that it was okay, and moved away to leave.
"Wait a minute!" Mu Zhouyi suddenly reached out and shook Jie Yang's hand holding the violin.
Xie Yang didn't expect Mu Zhouyi to suddenly approach him in public. When he realized Mu Zhouyi's intention and wanted to avoid him, the skin on his wrist had already been touched by Mu Zhouyi's fingertips.
Strong and strange waves spread violently from the place where the skin touched toward the inside of the body. The brain suddenly became dizzy, the core of the supernatural power became clearer than ever before, the world in front of my eyes began to spin, and the feeling of nausea was so strong that it seemed like I would vomit as soon as I opened my mouth.
Mu Zhouyi only touched it once before withdrawing his hand, pointing at the violin and saying, "Sorry, this is a prop, I can't let you take it away."
Xie Yang's body tilted imperceptibly, then stood firmly again. He secretly took a deep breath, controlled the expression on his face with strong willpower, and turned to Mu Zhouyi, handed the violin to him, and said, "Sorry, I didn't pay attention for a moment. Thank you for reminding me."
"It's okay. Um, I want to explain to you what you said in the car yesterday. Do you have time later?"
How would the person who has been given the golden finger respond at this time?
Xie Yang managed to stay awake, nodded, and said, "When you have time, just come and see me when you're done with your work, senior."
"That's great, I'll come find you as soon as possible."
Mu Zhouyi took the violin and left.
Xie Yang put his hands in his pockets and clenched them tightly. He turned around and walked back to sit next to Long Shuyou, then took out his cell phone and called Wu Shui.
"boss?"
"Come to my place."
Xie Yang hung up the phone and pressed his forehead.
Long Shuyou looked towards Jie Yang and asked, "What's wrong with you? You look a little bad."
Xie Yang had a blank expression on his face: "I have diarrhea. After all, I just ate the poisoned apple at noon."
Long Shuyou: "..."
Wu Shui came over quickly.
Xie Yang stood up and said, "Accompany me to the toilet." Then he walked out.
Wu Shui was stunned for a moment, then nodded to Long Shuyou who had a frown on his face, and quickly followed Jie Yang's footsteps.
As Xie Yang walked out of the crowd, his body swayed and he reached out to hold onto the shelf next to him. Wu Shui was startled, and hurried forward to support Jie Yang, and asked anxiously: "Boss, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay... maybe it's hypoglycemia. Take me to the bathroom and I'll go wash my face. If anyone asks me where you are, just say I have a stomachache and I'm looking for a place to rest. Got it?"
Wu Shui nodded quickly, held Jie Yang's body and sent him to the toilet.
The toilet conditions on the set are okay, with cubicles. Xie Yang sent Wu Shui to buy coffee, and found a cubicle to enter and locked the door. Then he put down the toilet lid and sat on it, holding his head with his hands.
The feeling of awakening supernatural powers that I had experienced once spread throughout my body, with a swollen brain, weak limbs, dry throat, dizziness, and difficulty breathing.
Xie Yang knew very well what changes would occur in his body next.
In four hours at most, he will suddenly develop a high fever, and in serious cases, he may even fall into a coma. If you can hold on, you will have superpowers. If you can't, you will die.
He took a deep breath and wanted to vomit but couldn't. He couldn't help but use his other hand to grab the piece of skin that Mu Zhouyi had just touched and tighten it hard, trying to use the pain to suppress the strange fluctuations that were still continuing.
I can’t let Mu Zhouyi find out that something is wrong. I can’t hide here forever.
Hateful behavior...
He bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the taste of blood instantly filled his mouth.
The sharp pain suppressed the feeling of nausea. Xie Yang forced himself to sit up straight, widened his swollen eyes, and swallowed all the blood in his mouth with his Adam's apple rolling. His eyes were full of cruelty.
No one can control his life and likes and dislikes. No one can.
I don’t know how much time had passed before Wu Shui’s voice rang out outside the cubicle.
Xie Yang moved his eyes, stood up, opened the door of the box, walked straight to the washbasin, bent down, and splashed his face with cold water several times.
Wu Shui was startled by Xie Yang's appearance, and stepped forward and said, "Boss, you don't look right, is it really just low blood sugar?"
"It's okay." Xie Yang stood up and looked at himself in the mirror with red eyes and pale face. He turned around and asked Wu Shui for a tissue to wipe his face. He slowly adjusted his breathing. After making sure that no one could hear anything wrong, he said, "I guess it's because I'm not used to the climate. I'll be fine after a while. Have you bought the coffee?"
"I've bought it. Coffee is not good to bring into the bathroom, so I put it outside under the flower bed."
Xie Yang went out and sat on the flower bed, opened the coffee that Wu Shui bought, and took a big sip directly after opening the bottle. The unique bitterness and refreshing effect of coffee slightly alleviated the discomfort in the brain, and the strange fluctuations on the skin of the wrist were gradually weakening with the passage of time.
Xie Yang tried to focus on the pain on the tip of his tongue, ignoring the discomfort in his body, and asked, "How long have I been out?"
"About twenty minutes. Boss, let me take you to the hospital. You look really bad."
Twenty minutes, Mu Zhouyi's golden finger effect will last for a maximum of ten minutes.
That's enough.
Xie Yang finished the last sip of coffee, stood up and threw the coffee cup into the trash can, and said, "Let's go back to the set."
…
As soon as Xie Yang returned to the set, he was blocked by Mu Zhouyi, who was followed by Chen Yan.
"Jie Yang, what's wrong with you? Master Long said you're feeling a little unwell."
Xie Yang put his hands in his pockets, making sure only the skin on his face was exposed, and replied, "I'm sorry to have worried you, senior. I just have a stomachache."
Mu Zhouyi's tone became awkward, and he replied: "Then, do you want me to get you some medicine? Your assistant may not know where the pharmacy near the set is."
"It's okay. I'm not feeling bad now. Senior, is there anything you want to talk to me about?"
This was exactly what Mu Zhouyi wanted. She glanced at Chen Yan beside her and said to Jie Yang, "Let's find a quieter place to talk."
The three of them went to Shen Yan's dressing room, and Shen Yan once again asked his assistant to guard the door.
Xie Yang strongly suspected that Chen Yan had just been used by Mu Zhouyi using his favorability skill, otherwise why would he listen to Mu Zhouyi so much.
The three of them took their seats. Perhaps because the skill duration was about to expire, Mu Zhouyi sat down and started to explain: "Jie Yang, actually...actually I do have a crush on Qinglin, but I have always been concerned about his family background and have not dared to express my feelings for him. You were right in the car before. I shouldn't have taken care of him uninvited just because I liked him. It was too rude and unrestrained. And about the eavesdropping, I really didn't mean to do it. I heard a noise downstairs at the time, and I was worried about Qinglin's health, so I sneaked downstairs. I didn't hear a word of your conversation. I know I was wrong, and I'm really sorry."
Xie Yang looked at Mu Zhouyi in surprise.
He actually admitted his feelings for Feng Qinglin? What is this? If you can’t clarify it, just admit it and please your future boyfriend’s family?
Mu Zhouyi looked at Chen Yan again and said apologetically, "Brother Chen, I'm sorry for letting you hear this. I will be more careful in handling personal matters in the future. And I'm really sorry for not being in a good state this morning. I encountered some things when I returned to Huangtian this time, and I have been uneasy, so... I'm really sorry."
Shen Yan frowned for a moment, then relaxed his brows, shook his head and said gently: "It's okay, everyone has bad times."
Mu Zhouyi breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and said, "Thank you for your tolerance and understanding. Let's go out, Director Xu will be looking for us soon."
The short explanation meeting ended, and the moment he walked out of Shen Yan's dressing room, Xie Yang noticed that the strange fluctuations on his wrist had disappeared. He turned his head to look at Shen Yan who had stepped out from behind and asked, "How do you feel?"
Shen Yan looked at Jie Yang strangely: "What?"
It seems that this person is still affected by the skill.
Xie Yang shook his head to indicate that it was nothing, and returned to sit next to Long Shuyou.
In the following time, Xie Yang behaved as usual. Except that his complexion looked a little worse than usual, there was no sign of physical discomfort.
Two hours later, the full day's filming finally ended. Jie Yang followed the crew's car back to the hotel. After entering the door, the relaxation on his face disappeared instantly and he leaned against the door.
His brain felt like it was on fire. He touched his forehead and found that it was indeed getting hot.
It happened so quickly.
He forced himself to walk to the bed, threw himself on it, and stared at the ceiling with wide eyes.
He had to stay away from Mu Zhouyi for a while, and find a quiet place to spend the awakening period... He turned over, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and watched time pass quietly.
About an hour later, he finally moved, called Wu Shui, and said with his last bit of clarity: "Come to my room and take me to the hospital. Don't tell anyone. When we get to the hospital, inform Xu Heng separately about my illness and ask for a few days off for me. Remember, don't tell anyone other than Xu Heng where I'm in the hospital. I don't want anyone to visit me." After that, he let go of her hand and allowed himself to faint.
…
My body felt like it was placed in a steamer. I don’t know how much time had passed, but the temperature in the steamer finally dropped a little.
Xie Yang opened his eyes.
My body was still hot, the air smelled of disinfectant, the ceiling was unfamiliar, and there were medicines hanging next to it.
It's a hospital.
Xie Yang moved, and noticed out of the corner of his eye that there was a familiar figure standing at the door of the ward with his back to him, and there were also vague voices coming from the other side.
"Mr. Qiu, how is Xie Yang today?"
Qiu Xing's cold and mocking voice sounded: "What does he do to you? Wu Shui, send Miss Mu away."
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