Qianzhou

Ye Congzhou hurried back to He's house, the nanny had already asked the guard room, and He Yan slipped out from the back door of the community wearing a pullover in the afternoon.He didn't bring his mobile phone, and he didn't know where he went.

Ye Congzhou calmly said: "I guess I went out to relax, and I'll be back later."

He Yan has been going around for a month, and there are always people around him. Now that he is busy with his funeral, it is normal to want to find a place to be quiet for a while.

The two waited at home until nearly eight o'clock in the evening, but they still didn't see He Yan.Ye Congzhou couldn't wait any longer, so he asked the nanny to contact the guard room at any time, and put on his coat to find someone.

Ye Congzhou went straight to the cemetery after leaving the house.He understood the mentality of his children when his father had just passed away. If He Yan wanted to find a place to sit for a while, he would only come to the cemetery.

Ye Congzhou found He Mingzhang's tombstone, looked around, but didn't see He Yan.He started to panic in his heart, and couldn't help but yelled to the surroundings, "He Yan!"

No echo was heard.

Ye Congzhou really couldn't think of where He Yan would go other than here, he didn't give up, so he looked up from the bottom of the mountain row by row.The owner of this cemetery is either rich or noble, each tombstone is taller than a person, and the cold wind pours into his collar, making Ye Congzhou sink more and more.

Half an hour later, Ye Congzhou walked to the top of the mountain. The trees were lush and swaying in the wind, blocking the light of the street lamps.Ye Congzhou couldn't see the way, so he turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and walked while looking for it. Accidentally, the flashlight took a photo of the owner of the tombstone. Ye Congzhou raised his eyes and was covered in cold sweat.

After searching inch by inch, he finally saw He Yan sitting cross-legged behind a tree on the top of the mountain.

Ye Congzhou stood up, heaved a long sigh of relief, kicked the phone back into his pocket, and walked slowly to He Yan's side.

He Yan lowered his head and remained motionless, staring blankly at the crushed leaves in his hands, like a sculpture.

Ye Congzhou squatted down, raised his hand to touch He Yan's face, it was rough and cold, and the protruding bones of his thin cheeks pierced his palm.Ye Congzhou looked down and saw that He Yan's hands were black and purple from the cold, and the color was very scary.He was startled, and quickly took He Yan's hands and put them to his mouth. While breathing on his palms, he rubbed them vigorously, desperately trying to restore the temperature of those hands.

He Yan raised his eyes slightly, looked at Ye Congzhou with an expression on his face that was about to cry, lowered his head and kept breathing, suddenly seemed to have consciousness, raised his arms, and hugged Ye Congzhou tightly into his arms.

Ye Congzhou was startled, but quickly calmed down, and raised his arms to hug He Yan back.

The two of them didn't speak. After a long time, Ye Congzhou felt a cold liquid slipping into his clothes along the back of his collar.

Ye Congzhou kept blinking, he never thought that He Yan would cry too.Ye Congzhou raised his hand and gently stroked the back of He Yan's head.

Suddenly, something seemed to flash across Ye Congzhou's mind, as if He Yan had hugged him and cried like this a long time ago.Ye Congzhou searched his memory subconsciously. In his previous life, He Yan had never experienced such a blow, nor had he shed tears in front of him.This feeling of déjà vu is really inexplicable.Soon Ye Congzhou had no time to think about these things, but hugged He Yan tightly.

"The last time I saw my dad, we had a quarrel." He Yan's hoarse voice rang in Ye Congzhou's ears, "Did you say that when he was leaving, he was still scolding me, did you say I should be damned... "

Ye Congzhou asked the nanny a few days ago that He Yan had quarreled with He Mingzhang before and didn't come home. He didn't show up until He Mingzhang entered the hospital, but He Mingzhang had been resuscitating after entering the hospital, and died without saying a word.

Ye Congzhou understands this irreparable sense of guilt better than anyone else. His father has passed away for a long time, but until now he is still tortured by it, unable to let go, unable to let go.

Ye Congzhou said softly: "Even if everyone, including yourself, thinks you deserve to die, your father will definitely not think so."

He Yan let go of Ye Congzhou, and the two cuddled face to face.He Yan wiped away the tears on his face, and said in a hoarse voice: "I thought about the situation before telling people that He Mingzhang is my father. At that time, I must have won the grand slam of the film industry, and I must be the most proud of Master." Apprentice, no one will define me with titles like "He Mingzhang's son", but instead call my father "He Yan's father". At that time, I will call him openly in front of everyone dad."

"I always feel that that day is not far away, and I always feel that my dad will definitely be able to wait until that day." He Yan said in a lower and lower voice, "If I knew that it would be the last time I talked to him, I would never talk to him Noisy..."

He Yan developed a high fever the night he returned from the cemetery, and gradually woke up after a few days of coma. When he opened his eyes, there was no light in his eyes, like a person who had lost his soul.Although He Yan's body gradually improved, he was completely devoid of energy.Sitting in the room for a whole day, he doesn't want to see anyone who wants to visit him.

The start-up time of "Headwind" has been delayed by a week because of He Yan, but who knows that He Yan will still be unable to go out to work after a week, Zhu Xiu can't let the project be delayed. If you can't act, then replace it.

He Yan didn't mean to embarrass the company on purpose, but his mental state is too bad now, even if he picks up the script, he can't read a word for a long time.

Ye Congzhou was grinding soymilk in the kitchen, and in a state of restlessness, he hung his fingers through the skin, wrapped a Band-Aid casually, and took the soymilk to the study.He Yan was sitting by the window reading the script, when he saw Ye Congzhou's hand, he pulled his wrist to look carefully, "Why did you hurt it?"

Ye Congzhou: "Accidentally rubbing against each other, it's okay."

He Yan put down the script, pulled Ye Congzhou into his arms and sat down, "These days you are so worried that you can't eat, and your chin is so thin. The project is delayed for a few days, but you will lose a little money. It depends on your urgency."

"I don't care if the company loses money or not." Ye Congzhou looked at him and said, "I'm worried about you."

He Yan said, "I just recovered from a serious illness, so I'm not allowed to be depressed for a few days."

Ye Congzhou knew that he was holding on. In the first month of He Mingzhang's death, He Yan was busy dealing with the funeral, but he hadn't realized it yet. Now is the time for him to truly experience the pain of the death of his relatives, especially He Yan. There is still a deep guilt in my heart.If you don't help him get out, he will definitely be left with deep psychological scars in the future, and he may collapse one day.

Ye Congzhou: "... If you are really out of shape, then I won't shoot. How about I accompany you to go abroad to relax?"

He Yan squeezed Ye Congzhou's hand and shook his head slightly.

"If I delay work because of personal matters, my dad will definitely be angry."

As soon as Ye Congzhou heard it, he knew that He Yan was determined. The more uncomfortable he felt, the more unwilling he was to turn down the play.But in his current state, he couldn't memorize a single page of lines in a day, so he forced himself into battle. When he joined the group, he might fall ill again in a few days.

Ye Congzhou's gaze fell to the side of the script, he thought about it for a few minutes, gritted his teeth and said: "He Yan, I will accompany you into the team. I will be your manager."

He Yan's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Ye Congzhou in disbelief, "Are you serious?!"

Ye Congzhou bent his lips: "Yes."

"Headwind" was filmed on an island in Southeast Asia in the first two months.There are a small number of aboriginal residents on the outermost edge of the island, and the crew's board and lodging needs to be settled in this residential area.

On the day of arriving at the island, the crew did not start work, so He Yan entered the room and began to read the script.The suite has two bedrooms, one large and one small, plus a living room. It was originally provided for families with children.Although He Yan already lived in the best suite, after all, the island's economy is not developed, the suite is larger in size, and the facilities are similar to domestic express hotels.Ye Congzhou took out the electric stove from the suitcase and plugged it in next to the sofa in the living room.Then he took out a pack of traditional Chinese medicine, poured it into the electric furnace and decocted it on low heat.

He Yan is always suffering from insomnia these days, and his spirits are listless.I went to see a Chinese medicine doctor last week, and after drinking a few medicines, I felt some effect. Ye Congzhou prescribed a course of treatment and brought them here.

The hotel is close to the sea. In the evening, the sea breeze pours into the room from the balcony, which is very cool on people.

Ye Congzhou looked at the time, lifted the lid and smelled it, and was about to pick up the pot after pressing the power switch.He Yan walked to his side, "I'll come."

He Yan poured the medicine into the bowl, Ye Congzhou wrapped the bowl wall with an ice pack to cool down, looked up at He Yan: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

He Yan: "I don't want to eat."

He Yan has been losing his appetite recently, Ye Congzhou forced him to eat every time.

"The hotel provides three meals a day. I'll go and order porridge. You drink Chinese medicine. You won't be able to eat the seafood that is abundant on this island."

He Yan pulled Ye Congzhou to his side, stared at his face, "I never thought you would have a day to take care of me."

Ye Congzhou raised his eyebrows, "I think you are pitiful."

He Yan blinked, hugged Ye Congzhou, rubbed his nose against his neck, and hummed, "Yes, I'm so pitiful."

...Why are you acting coquettish?

Ye Congzhou resisted the urge to push people, and said nicely: "The medicine is cold, drink it."

After dinner, He Yan went back to the bedroom to recite his lines.

Ye Congzhou knew that He Yan didn't show anything on his face, but he was also anxious in his heart. If he is such a proud person, if he keeps NGing in the first scene tomorrow, he will definitely be very frustrated.

Ye Congzhou sat in the living room and surfed the Internet, and after reporting He Yan's status to He Zhiqiu, He Zhiqiu sent Ye Congzhou the WeChat account of a psychiatrist, asking him to chat with the doctor and learn how to help He Yan resolve his emotions.Unknowingly chatting until late at night, Ye Congzhou glanced at the time, got up and went to the bedroom, intending to urge He Yan to sleep.

Opening the door and looking, He Yan had already fallen asleep leaning on the single sofa.Ye Congzhou took off his slippers, walked lightly to He Yan with bare feet, closed the curtains, covered most of He Yan's body with a thin blanket, then turned off the light and went out.He Yan hadn't fallen asleep at this time for a long time. Although the sofa was not comfortable, Ye Congzhou didn't want to wake him up.

Ye Congzhou walked into the small bedroom and went to bed after washing.He was very tired from the long journey today, and soon fell asleep.

Ye Congzhou woke up when the alarm clock rang for the first time in the morning. When he opened his eyes, he saw He Yan's arm on his chest. He turned his head slightly, and he was wrapped in He Yan's arms, and He Yan was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed. Shen.Ye Congzhou reached out to press the alarm clock, and gently raised He Yan's arm, wanting to get up.

He Yan's hoarse and deep voice sounded behind his ears: "Lie down for another 10 minutes, let's go downstairs for breakfast together."

Ye Congzhou: "How did you sleep last night?"

"Sleeping on the sofa and dreaming all the time, I fell asleep with you in my arms." He Yan tightened Ye Congzhou into his arms again, "Why don't you sleep in my room and come here?"

Ye Congzhou has been living in He's house since returning from the United States. He Yan is either busy with various things at night or keeps vigil in front of the mourning hall, rarely sleeping.After He's father was buried, He Yan remained ill. Ye Congzhou took care of him during the day and rested in the guest room at night.It wasn't until the first two weeks of coming to the island that He Yan gradually took on a human form.After his father passed away, He Yan lost those charming thoughts, and every night soon after he fell asleep, he would go to the guest room to find Ye Congzhou, and only then did he feel at ease while sleeping with him in his arms.

Ye Congzhou: "Seeing that you are asleep, I am afraid that something will wake you up."

He Yan stroked his hair with his lips, "I will only wake up if you are not by my side."

Ye Congzhou looked at the alarm clock and reminded: "It's time to get up."