Chapter 67: I want to go back

Chapter Sixty Seven
In the following days, Xie Ning discovered that his relationship with Zhuang Yan seemed to be well known to everyone in the art group.
It has become a well-known thing in the eyes of other staff on the set.
The reason lies in Zhuang Yan's undisguised attitude.
Xie Ning sometimes thinks that people like Zhuang Yan should come from a very superior family. Only an excellent family background and strong personal abilities can develop such a self-respecting personality and not caring about others’ opinions. .
Xie Ning didn't have much contact with Zhuang Yan's father, but I met Ms. Qiao several times. She was also a strong and confident woman. It is not surprising that Zhuang Yan can be cultivated.
Under this kind of pride, they do not easily despise others, and always give each other enough respect when getting along with approved people.
This makes Xie Ning feel more precious.
The number of his recent visits to the studio has also risen sharply, sometimes because of official business, and sometimes just idle and bored.
Xie Ning didn't want to interfere with Zhuang Yan's work. Most of the time, he looked at a quiet corner from a distance, like now.
He brought paper and pens, and would draw a few strokes when he caught inspiration.
When I went back to sort it out at night, I found that he didn't deliberately want to paint Zhuang Yan, but most of the paper painted his appearance.
Sheng Shisong commented: "This is probably the power of love. No matter how common his actions are, they have different meanings in your eyes."
Among the actors, Shaining is most familiar with Sheng Shisong. At this moment, he took advantage of his scene before filming, and touched Shaining to watch him draw.
Xie Ning smiled at him slightly embarrassed.
Sheng Shisong glanced sideways at the painting in his hand, and sighed: "I'm painting Director Zhuang again."
Xie Ning said: "Spread two strokes easily."
He has a solid background in painting, and even if he is just doing graffiti, he looks pretty decent.
Sheng Shisong enviously said: "Whenever someone can paint me casually."
Xie Ning was taken aback for a moment: "Then I take the time to draw a picture for you?"
Sheng Shisong glanced at him: "Forget it, I'm afraid Director Zhuang will tear me up."
Xie Ning laughed: "How can it be so exaggerated."
"It's not an exaggeration." Sheng Shisong said, "Every time I appear around you, Director Zhuang looks at me like he is going to swallow me alive, so jealous."
He also smiled at the end.
Xie Ning's gaze involuntarily leaned toward Zhuang Yan. Zhuang Yan was looking at the camera intently, frowning.
Frowning seems to be his special expression when filming.
But soon his expression calmed down. I don’t know when he discovered Xie Ning. He turned his head and whispered a few words to the person next to him. After a while, a staff member walked towards Xie Ning. Come, hand him a bottle of water.
Xie Ning blinked: "Thank you."
The staff should have other things to be busy, and hurried away after handing over the water. Xie Ning is not very used to this kind of special care.
"I'm here on the set, will it bother you too much." He asked Sheng Shisong.
Sheng Shisong: "No."
Xie Ning didn't believe it very much: "Is it?"
Sheng Shisong smiled: "Don't you know, in fact, everyone especially hopes that you can come to the set more."
Xie Ning shook his head: "I don't know."
Sheng Shisong: "Don't you find the staff are particularly enthusiastic about you?"
Xie Ning: "I thought it was because of Zhuang Yan."
Sheng Shisong laughed out: "You can make a mistake. No matter which crew you are in, the director has always been the enemy of the whole people."
Xie Ning wondered: "Why?"
"Because it is difficult." Sheng Shisong said, "If the director is dissatisfied with something, others will spend energy to make changes until he is satisfied. So whether it is the staff or the actors, the director is their private favorite. What to do."
Xie Ning thought about it for a while and found that it made sense.
Sheng Shisong said: "Especially your family, the degree of difficulty has to be doubled, and the crews I have worked with are not too few. Director Zhuang is the most picky kind, and I can't fool it at all."
Xie Ning's face turned red when she heard "This man of yours", and finally couldn't help but defend him: "He is just... picky and perfectionist."
"So it hurts us." Sheng Shisong complained, "Do you know how Luo Zixin described him in private?"
Xie Ning asked with great interest: "How do you describe it?"
"Ng crazy demon." Sheng Shisong said, "Every time he shoots a scene, he must open his mouth to be ng. You have to have a nervous breakdown before you can hear a ‘passed, next’ from his mouth."
Xie Ning couldn't help laughing.
"So everyone especially hopes that you can come to the set more."
Xie Ning was inexplicably: "What does this have to do with me? Is it because I'm here and he won't be able to?"
"No." Sheng Shisong said in a low voice, "As long as you are present, he will not call the actor an awkward rotten wood after ng, and he will rarely talk to you in a pleasant tone."
Luo Zixin was also shocked by Zhuang Yan's gentle tone for the first time. After the filming, he stroked his chest and asked Director Song Zhuang which strain was wrong.
Xie Ning choked with a mouthful of water, and said, "Is it... so exaggerated?"
In the prime of time, it was loose but smiled.
Xie Ning had nothing to do today, so he simply waited until Zhuang Yan finished work and planned to go back to the hotel with him.
When the last scene was filmed, Xie Ning put away the pen and paper in his hand, and Zhuang Yan walked to him as soon as he finished finishing it.
A shadow fell around him, Xie Ning looked up at him and asked, "Is it finished?"
"Yeah." Zhuang Yan said, "Today's play is quite dense, and I didn't spare time to come to you."
Xie Ning replied: "I just watch it here."
Zhuang Yan didn't speak, paused, and asked depressedly: "I'll send you a text message and ask you to come to me directly. Didn't you see?"
Xie Ning was taken aback for a moment: "Is there?"
He touched his pocket subconsciously and found that it was empty.
He remembered that he brought his mobile phone when he went out in the morning, recalled it, and said, "Maybe I left my mobile phone in the office when he came out."
Zhuang Yan nodded and accepted the explanation.
When returning to the hotel, Xie Ning first went to the conference room on the third floor to find his mobile phone.
At this time, all the art team members were gone. Fortunately, Xie Ning had the key and could open the door by himself.
It was not too late, he simply didn't turn on the light, and walked to his seat, and he saw that the phone fell on the table.
When he picked up the phone, he reached out and pressed it, and found that the screen was still black, and it was probably out of power.
Only if the battery of the mobile phone is so non-disabled?
He was puzzled for a few seconds and didn't think much.
After such a delay, when he went upstairs, he happened to meet Sheng Shisong again.
Seeing him, Zhuang Yan buckled Xie Ning's waist with a slightly possessive hand, and hugged him in his arms.
Sheng Shi Song shrugged helplessly and looked at Xie Ning again, as if saying, "I'm right, I'm so jealous."
Xie Ning held back for a while, did not hold back, and quietly flushed the tips of his ears.
The elevator stopped on the top floor. After saying goodbye to Sheng Shisong, the two walked to the door of the room. Seeing that Zhuang Yan didn't understand, Xie Ning went to find his room card.
As soon as he lowered his head, Zhuang Yan's body was pushed down on the wall next to him, and his whole body was enveloped.
Xie Ning blinked, and before he could speak, Zhuang Yan lowered his head and held his earlobe.
"Still out..." Xie Ning subconsciously wanted to push him away.
Zhuang Yan touched his forehead, the tip of his nose was about to touch, and the breathing of the two slowly intertwined.
"But I can't wait." Zhuang Yan whispered, "you didn't come to me all afternoon."
Xie Ning said: "I didn't see the text message."
Zhuang Yan snorted again: "And you still chatted with Sheng Shisong for so long."
Xie Ning: "It didn't take long."
Zhuang Yan said, "Isn't it long after talking for an hour and 15 minutes?"
Xie Ning was dumb for a moment, with nothing to say, and after a long while, he said, "You count this?"
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Of course."
Xie Ning couldn't, raised his head and kissed Zhuang Yan's lips compensatively.
"Then I will bribe you, can you let me in?"
Zhuang Yanyi licked his lips still, letting go.
After entering the house, Xie Ning hung his coat on the hanger. After a while, he remembered the dead cell phone in his pocket and took it back to the bedroom to charge it.
After charging for about ten minutes, Xie Ning kept pressing the power button, intending to see what news Zhuang Yan had sent him.
It didn't take long for the phone screen to light up, and several missed calls came out first.
Xie Ning looked at the notification that filled the screen, and an unknown premonition rose in his heart inexplicably.
He settled, and first answered the call to the person who called the most-Uncle Zhong.
Uncle Zhong picked it up almost one second after the bell rang.
His voice was a little distorted on the phone, with a sense of panic, but his words were still clear.
"Little Master, Mr. Xie fell down while going down the stairs today and was taken to the hospital. He has not yet woken up..."
With a buzz in Xie Ning's head, she couldn't remember anything for a moment.
Uncle Zhong's ethereal voice sounded in his ear: "...Can you come back as soon as possible?"
Xie Ning seemed to understand his meaning for a long time, and opened his mouth, but could not speak.
Uncle Zhong did not hear a response, and said anxiously: "Little Master?"
Xie Ning felt that his body didn't look like his own anymore. He leaned on the edge of the bed and barely recovered his own voice: "Grandpa, is he... okay?"
Uncle Zhong paused: "After all, the old man is old and his body has always been bad... The doctor said that the situation is not very optimistic, maybe he won't wake up, or maybe..."
Xie Ning squeezed the phone vacantly, feeling dizzy for a while.
When his consciousness came back again, he found himself sitting on the ground, but could not feel any pain.
All perception seemed to be stripped from him.
Zhuang Yan was not relieved when he heard the movement of the master bedroom, and was startled by his embarrassed appearance after entering the door.
"What's the matter?" He knelt down, trying to pull Xie Ning up.
Xie Ning's hand squeezed his arm, but when he stood up, his whole body was so weak that he fell directly into Zhuang Yan's arms.
Smelling the familiar aura on Zhuang Yan's body, he slowly absorbed An Xin's power.
He pressed against Zhuang Yan's chest and said incoherent voice: "I...I want to go back."
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