Chapter 19

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Chapter 19

Xia Xingcheng was ill. Everyone thought that he got sick because he was drenched in water in the film that day, but he thought that maybe he was under too much mental pressure and suffered a little cold. Even in the summer, he couldn’t bear it. So he first sneezed with a stuffy nose, then he felt dizzy, sleepy, and unmotivated, even got a fever.

The next day filming was suspended, and Xia Xingcheng was accompanied by an assistant to the hospital.

He was very sorry for his physical reasons affecting the shooting progress. He asked the doctor to give him infusion in order to get better faster.

Xia Xingcheng entered a separate ward in the hospital. He in a coma was without spirit or appetite.

He had always felt that he was in good health. Even if he had a cold, he could get better by sleeping after taking two pills. It seemed that he hadn’t had such serious physical symptoms for a long time.

At noon, He Zheng and two deputy directors came to see him.

He Zheng said to let him rest at ease and not think about the shooting.

Xia Xingcheng nodded and said he knew, but he was still worried.

He Zheng and others stayed for a while and left.

Xia Xingcheng was very tired. He disliked the assistant who always made a sound in the ward from time to time. He drove him out and slept deeply wrapped in the quilt with his eyes closed.

When he woke up, Xia Xingcheng noticed someone in the ward. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Yang Youming lean against the windowsill, looking at him.

Xia Xingcheng couldn’t tell whether he was dreaming or not.

The afternoon sunshine came in from the window. It’s the real light with the taste of the sun. It drew Yang Youming’s outline into a fine golden border.

“Are you awake?” Yang Youming asked him.

Xia Xingcheng moved his arm for a while, only to realize that he was sweating in the air-conditioned ward, so he pulled the quilt down a little and wanted to sit up.

Yang Youming sensed his movements and said, “Lie down, don’t get up.”

Xia Xingcheng saw a bunch of flowers put on the bed, which should have been sent by Yang Youming. The golden yellow mixed with pink white flowers looked warm and alive. He thought it must not be Yang Youming’s choice, but Li Yun’s help him.

“Are you better?” Yang Youming asked him.

“Much better,” replied Xia Xingcheng. That’s the truth. At least he didn’t feel dizzy or weak, and he didn’t want to go to sleep any more. He just felt his throat was dry when he started to talk.

He sat up and wanted to pour himself some water.

Yang Youming went to the bedside table, took the kettle and poured a cup of hot water before him, then he handed the cup to him.

Xia Xingcheng picked it up and said, “Thank you.” He took the cup and tried the temperature, then he began to drink.

Yang Youming sat down on the chair beside the bed.

After drinking the water, he put the cup back to the bedside table. He felt that there was water flowing from the corner of his mouth to the jaw, so he lowered his head and raised his hand to wipe it. In front of Yang Youming, it seemed that he was not comfortable to do anything.

Yang Youming didn’t speak. He leaned against the back of the seat and he stared at his face all the time.

Xia Xingcheng said, “I’m sorry for the delay.” Yang Youming’s time was much more precious than his.

Hearing this, Yang Youming gave a light smile, “No delay, I have no other plan after this movie.”

Xia Xingcheng looked at Yang Youming’s nose. It’s not that he didn’t want to look him in the eye, but that he unconsciously wanted to avoid. He asked a question he wondered a long time ago: “Why don’t you do much shooting in these two years? Because you have to take care of your family?”

Yang Youming didn’t answer this question directly but asked, “Do you like the drama I made?”

Xia Xingcheng was sitting on the head of the bed, then he immediately straightened up his back and said in a strong voice, “I like it very much. I’ve liked it since ‘Asking the Jianghu’ “.

“Asking the Jianghu” was a martial arts film made by Yang Youming more than ten years ago. He cooperated with a very famous director. At that time, he was neither the leading actor nor the most famous actor, but Xia Xingcheng thought his role was the most brilliant.

How old was Xia Xingcheng then? It seemed that he hadn’t graduated from primary school.

Yang Youming looked into his eyes and smiled.

Xia Xingcheng felt embarrassed for his excitement. He leaned back and explained: “I’ve always been a loyal fan of you. This time, I wanted to ask for your autograph, but I didn’t have a good time.”

Yang Youming suddenly stood up. He picked up the marker on the information record board from the end of the bed and said to Xia Xingcheng, “Where do you want to sign?”

Xia Xingcheng was stunned. He just said casually to ease the atmosphere. Unexpectedly, Yang Youming would take it seriously. Then he could only flurried to find something that could be signed by Yang Youming and preserved it.

It’s a pity that he didn’t bring anything but a wrinkled garment soaked in sweat.

Yang Youming sat down near his bed and reached out to him, “Give me your hand.”

Xia Xingcheng was slightly shocked and he obediently gave Yang Youming his hand.

Yang Youming held his palm and asked him to open it and signed his name in the palm with a marker.

Maybe Xia Xingcheng’s temperature was a little higher. He felt that Yang Youming’s palm on the back of his hand was a little cool, when the marker was sweeping in the palm of his hand, he couldn’t help but feel itching. He endured the itch and didn’t take back his hand.

Yang Youming signed a very neat name for him, then he held his hand to bend his fingers and gently put them on the bed.

Xia Xingcheng looked down at his empty right hand.

Yang Youming had stood up, put the marker back on the information board at the end of the bed and said, “I’ll go first. You have a good rest.”

Xia Xingcheng raised his head. For a moment he had a feeling of not giving up, but he soon realized that it was out of time. He smiled and said, “OK, brother Ming, please walk slowly. I’ll let Xiao Tang see you off. “

Xiao Tang was Xia Xingcheng’s assistant.

“No need,” Yang Youming said. “Li Yun is waiting for me outside. You can have a rest. “

Xia Xingcheng opened his hand and looked at the signature on it. Before Yang Youming left the ward, he couldn’t help but say, “Unfortunately, it couldn’t be saved.”

Yang Youming stopped and turned to him, “It doesn’t matter. I’ll sign it for you if it’s gone.”

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