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Xia Zhitang curled up weakly on the bed, his head dizzy and unable to think, he could only feel his body alternating between hot and cold.
I don’t know how long it took, but with the sound of a card swiping, a warm and dry hand was placed on Xia Zhitang’s forehead.
"Why do you have a fever again?" Gu Zian sighed in her ear.
He turned on the night light and found the antipyretic medicine in Xia Zhitang's room. He filled it with warm water, helped her up and fed her the medicine. He then took out his cell phone and asked Lin Jingming to ask for leave for her before turning off the light and getting into bed.
"No, go back to sleep." Xia Zhitang pushed Gu Zian away drowsily, "You have to get up early to film tomorrow."
"I'll go back after your fever subsides." Gu Zian hugged Xia Zhitang and coaxed him softly.
Xia Zhitang pressed his hands weakly against Gu Zian's chest, but he was overwhelmed by a huge sadness.
In a daze, she dreamed that when they were editing "Dark Alley", Lin Jingming threw out the thing in his hand and it turned into a cage to trap her, then it turned into Gu Zian dragging her running in a long corridor, and then they pulled her from the left and right.
Finally, she fell into darkness alone. Lin Jingming appeared inexplicably in the darkness and kissed her. She didn't know whose tears were spreading on the tip of his tongue.
In the darkness, Gu Zian was awakened by Xia Zhitang's crying.
He turned on the bedside lamp and saw Xia Zhitang frowning and crying in his sleep.
Gu Zian was so scared that he jumped up from the bed, hurriedly packed up his documents and picked up Xia Zhitang by the waist.
"Zi'an." Xia Zhitang, whose face was red with fever, struggled to grab his collar, "Don't go to the hospital."
"Be good, let's go take a look." Gu Zian's voice was filled with tears.
"I'm really fine." Xia Zhitang buried his face in Gu Zian's arms, "Zi'an, don't, I don't want to go."
Gu Zian felt his clothes getting wet, froze in place, and compromised in the face of Xia Zhitang's tears.
Xia Zhitang cried heartily, broke out in a sweat, and his temperature gradually subsided.
Gu Zian quietly changed her clothes before lying down and having a good sleep.
Before dawn, my phone started vibrating.
He reached out to turn off the alarm clock, touched Xia Zhitang, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the fever had finally subsided.
When Xia Zhitang woke up slowly, he felt as if he was stepping on a ball of cotton.
She took out her cell phone, which was filled with a long string of messages.
The pinned message was from Gu Zian, who had someone buy porridge for her and put it at the door.
What remained were a series of condolences and some work messages. Xia Zhitang put down his phone, put on his coat and opened the door.
A bag and a bunch of yellow roses lay quietly on the ground, and she took the things into the room.
Xia Zhitang casually placed the flowers on the table, took out a bowl of white porridge and two side dishes from the bag, and attached a note on it to remind her to take medicine.
She drank the porridge while returning to work. The warmth of the food in her stomach gradually gave her some strength back.
She opened the work group and realized that today's progress was a little behind. She looked at the increasing number of work messages on her phone and sighed.
She thought about it, then got up, changed her clothes and prepared to go to the set. Before leaving, a message popped up from Gu Zian urging her to take medicine.
Xia Zhitang took out some medicine and took it before walking out the door with his body limp.
The assistant hurried back to pick her up, and there was a stack of documents requiring her signature on the passenger seat.
Xia Zhitang coughed as she signed the bill. Her assistant, Xiao Min, asked worriedly, "Sister Xia, should we take you to the hospital?"
"No need, it's just a cough from a fever." Xia Zhitang stuffed the processed documents into the locker in front of the passenger seat, "Buy me some cough medicine later."
Before I even got close to the filming site, I heard Lin Jingming cursing.
The crowd moved aside when they saw Xia Zhitang. She saw Lin Jingming sitting in front of the director's chair, with several cigarettes extinguished in the ashtray.
"What's wrong?"
When Lin Jingming saw Xia Zhitang coughing due to the smoke, he couldn't help but hand the ashtray to his assistant.
"Why are you joining in the fun when you're sick?" He looked at Xia Zhitang, whose lips had turned pale, and said sarcastically, "Go back and recuperate quickly, or you won't be hospitalized again later."
"Hurry up and finish the filming so I can go back to sleep without worry." Xia Zhitang noticed the dark circles under Lin Jingming's eyes and the stubble on his face, and still felt a little sad.
Lin Jingming stared into Xia Zhitang's eyes, and she looked back at him stubbornly.
"Okay, let's shoot scene seven now. The lighting keeps giving me problems." Lin Jingming called up the playback. "I want a hazy, cold, winter light."
Xia Zhitang grabbed the intercom and said, "Reduce the main light by 2 stops, and add three more soft lights on the front floor."
Lin Jingming thought for a moment and snatched the intercom from Xia Zhitang's hand: "Add more blowers to blow the characters' clothes away."
"Sister, why are you here?" Gu Zian finished his makeup and ran over hurriedly wearing a heavy costume.
"I couldn't sleep, so I just came over to keep an eye on the scene."
"Have you taken the medicine?" Gu Zian was still a little worried and stared at Xia Zhitang's face carefully.
"I ate it, and it's gone." Xia Zhitang saw the executive director looking at Gu Zian, "Okay, it's time to go on stage. I'll go back with you if you finish early."
Before leaving, Gu Zian specifically reminded him, "Don't resist if you feel uncomfortable."
After the filming, Xia Zhitang checked today's invoices while waiting for Gu Zian to remove his makeup.
Yi Song's assistant walked towards Xia Zhitang carrying a paper bag.
"Producer Xia, this is a small gift from our Brother Song. Thank you for your recent guidance." The little girl had a baby face and looked innocent and polite.
Xia Zhitang politely declined, but the little girl was almost crying. "Please accept it. It's just a scarf, not worth much. You've been so busy with the crew lately that you've gotten sick from exhaustion. This scarf is perfect for keeping you warm."
She saw the little girl's face turned red with anxiety, and after thinking about it, she accepted it.
The little girl immediately smiled and thanked him repeatedly, then skipped back to report.
"What is this?" Gu Zian, who had changed back into his regular clothes, came over, his hair still wet.
"It's a scarf given by the crew." Xia Zhitang stood up and said, "Let's go back."
On the way back, Gu Zian accidentally glanced at the note in the bag and took it out: [Thank you Producer Xia for your guidance, I wish you good health - Yi Song].
"Is this a gift from Yi Song, the guy who keeps pestering you to direct a movie?" Gu Zian took out a scarf from his bag and shook it. "It's bright red with a heart pattern on it?"
"I asked my assistant to bring it over." Xia Zhitang couldn't help coughing.
Gu Zian tucked his scarf back into her pocket and came over to pat her back: "I don't think he has good intentions."
Xia Zhitang recovered and stuffed a piece of licorice into his mouth before saying, "He's quite a sensible and polite person."
Gu Zian pursed his lips in disapproval: His sister doesn't understand men.
After returning to the hotel, Gu Zian took advantage of the fact that there was no one in the corridor and immediately walked into Xia Zhitang's room.
"Who sent these flowers?" he asked, pointing to the bouquet of yellow roses on the table.
"Isn't it you?" Xia Zhitang's surprised expression didn't seem fake. "I saw it sitting with the porridge when I opened the door this morning."
Gu Zian took out his phone and asked his assistant, "Xiaoyuan said there were no flowers at the door when he delivered the food."
"There's no card in here either." Xia Zhitang carefully flipped through the bouquet, "No one left me a message on my phone to send me flowers."
Gu Zian's mind flashed back to the time he asked for leave for Xia Zhitang and Lin Jingming last night. He gritted his teeth and picked up the bouquet. "I don't know who sent these flowers, so I'd better not keep them. What if there's a bug in them?"
Xia Zhitang laughed out loud: "How can it be so outrageous? I'll find a vase to keep the flowers in. They are quite beautiful."
"If you like me, I'll send you flowers every day, in different styles in turn." Gu Zian threw the flowers behind the door, "I'll help you deal with them later."
"Okay." Xia Zhitang covered her mouth and laughed secretly. Her little jealous buns smelled the aroma.
A message from Yi Song popped up on the phone. It was a normal chat, well-measured and impeccable. Xia Zhitang responded casually with a few words out of politeness.
Gu Zian came over and saw Yi Song’s profile picture, and became jealous again: “Why does he always pester you!”
"Just asking a question, a standard question between colleagues." Xia Zhitang was also helpless. "I didn't say anything out of line, but you can't just give me a cold shoulder, right?"
Gu Zian still looked angry, which made Xia Zhitang laugh and pinch his face: "You were more clingy than him back then."
She sat in Gu Zian's arms, put her arms around his neck and asked, "Who is it that calls you 'sister' all the time and ends up studying in my room?"
Gu Zian hugged the person in his arms, his ears red as he excused himself: "We are running in both directions, it's different."
He turned the person over and pressed him down on the bed: "How can anyone compare to me? I can handle both housework and cooking, with eight-pack abs and long legs..."
Gu Zian's voice became lower and lower, and their noses got closer and closer.
Xia Zhitang felt that his face was filled with the hot breath of Gu Zian, and he swallowed his saliva involuntarily: "My cough is not healed yet..."
"Sister, can you infect me?" Gu Zian's voice was as deep and smooth as a cello, and his eyes were as sweet as stringy fondant. "I am willing to die under the peony flowers."
Xia Zhitang couldn't help but curl up his toes. His whole body, even his breath, felt sweet and hot.
Gu Zian chuckled and interlocked his fingers with hers, then kissed her as she lowered her eyes and trembled her eyelashes in anticipation.
The alarm on his cell phone dinged, and Xia Zhitang reached out to turn it off. The people next door had already gotten up to film, and Xia Zhitang felt a bit too indulgent lately, and his back and legs were starting to ache.
She rubbed her sore waist, wondering whether she was getting old or whether young people were too energetic.
Xia Zhitang thought: How about going to the gym? I seem to have been lacking exercise recently.
Later, the crew discovered that the studio's gym had become very popular recently. From the director and producer to the lead and supporting actors, they would show up there whenever they had free time to work out and lift weights. Sometimes they would even talk about work and rehearse scenes while exercising. Their diligence was so intense that it frightened some people who came there just to relax.
Of course, there are also handsome male protagonists who are lifting weights and showing off their muscles there, which makes a group of girls in the crew very excited. They come to the gym under the pretext of exercise, making the small gym even more lively.
The first one who couldn't stand it was Gu Zian. He quickly ordered a set of fitness equipment for Xia Zhitang to put in the room. In the end, Lin Jingming tried to come to his house under the pretext of chatting about work and fitness to get some peace and quiet.
Gu Zian was so angry that he finally ordered a set for Lin Jingming, ending this wonderful farce.
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