A month and a half passed in a flash, and the entire crew rushed to control the last few scenes to mid-August. The previous heavy rain disrupted the plan. The group first filmed the part of Gao Kun's serious illness in the later stage of the script. In order to act, he lost a sick figure of 120 kilograms. He was about to finish the filming and then made up for the previous scene. In addition to filming, Zhou Ziheng also had to work hard to gain weight and exercise every day.

Luo took out the steak and boiled eggs from the bento box, "Ziheng's body is almost a balloon."

Zhou Ziheng was disgusted when he saw this, but he still had to continue filming. "Forget it, now you have motivation to exercise. It will be too late to get the final shot and then exercise. There is no way to shoot advertisements or anything else."

"You are quite good at comforting yourself." Xia Xiqing sat next to Zhou Ziheng with his luxurious lunch box, and happily ate his sweet and sour pork ribs and Kung Pao chicken in front of him.

"Can you be good? Stay away from me when you eat?" Zhou Ziheng was desperate, smelling the fragrance of Xia Xiqing's lunch box.

In fact, in order to play Jiang Tong, Xia Xiqing's lunch box was also fat-reducing meals for the past few months, and it was about to be finished before he got some good dishes. He picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs with chopsticks and sent them to Zhou Ziheng's mouth, "You can eat one secretly, it's okay."

"Who said it's okay?" A female voice with a strong aura came from behind. Zhou Ziheng immediately sat opposite him as soon as he heard this.

Xia Xiqing also put the chopsticks in his mouth and chuckled while eating, "Sister Jiang Yin, you are too selfless. He is your dear brother-in-law."

Jiang Yin also sat down, "He has come here like this before." After that, Jiang Yin glared at Xia Xiqing, "He wouldn't have to be if you don't recruit him."

"Okay, okay, I'll recruit him." Seeing Zhou Ziheng nodding behind Jiang Yin, Xia Xiqing also admitted it, "I'll finish the film today and can't provoke him anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zhou Ziheng frowning at him, looking very unhappy.

Xiaoxiao poured Jiang Yin a cup of tea. Jiang Yin took it and said thank you. He turned around and said to Xia Xiqing, "When it comes to the filming, do the crew have to celebrate you tonight? It's your first time acting."

"Forget it." Xia Xiqing thought that Xi Hui contacted him the day before yesterday, and that his grandfather was seriously ill. After killing Qing, he had to go back to Xi's family to solve the problem of inheritance.

Although Xia Xiqing had no idea about Mr. Xi's legacy, as Xi Hui said, things that originally belonged to his mother could not be allowed to fall into the hands of others.

"I have something to do in Beijing. I have to go back after killing Qing."

Zhou Ziheng was just watching Xia Xiqing, but he didn't even have time to eat. Jiang Yin kicked him with the tip of his high heels, and then came to his senses, "Okay, I'll have to rush back tonight. I asked the assistant to buy an extra air ticket, let's go together."

Xia Xiqing's last scene was on the bench in the corridor outside the ward, and it was also the last scene of the crew renting a hospital scene. He was wearing clothes for working at mealtime, and Guo Yang was wearing a suit sitting next to him. After the two of them talked the last time, the camera was pushed over and pointed at Xia Xiqing's face.

"The first shot of the 121st scene of "Stalking", action!"

"Get some coffee." Cheng Qiming handed Jiang Tong the paper cup in his hand, and sat down next to him, "Just finished the work?"

Jiang Tong nodded and took a sip of coffee, but his face was still so bitter that he wrinkled.

Cheng Qiming saw a stainless steel insulation bucket on his legs, so he asked with concern, "For him?"

"Buy......" Jiang Tong's condition has not been good recently. His vocal cords have been using abnormal vocal methods for a long time, and his voice is hoarse. Cheng Qiming also felt very pitiful when he saw it, "Drink some hot."

Since Gao Kun was sent to the ICU, Jiang Tong quit his job in a convenience store and accompanied him in the ward every night. Occasionally, he was a little more awake, so Jiang Tong could take care of him and talk to him for a while.

Cheng Qiming looked at Wu Qing at his current moment, turned his head and took out a folder from his briefcase and handed it to him, "Look, this is what I told you last time."

Jiang Tong put the coffee on the floor, took the folder and opened it. It was full of information about adult education. Not long after he read it, he handed the folder back to Cheng Qiming, without saying a word, and just lowered his head and pursed his lips.

"You haven't looked carefully yet," Cheng Qiming sighed, "Don't you like painting very much? When Gao Kun's illness is cured," said this, Cheng Qiming felt something was wrong and changed his words, "I mean, when his condition stabilizes, you can go to learn painting. I have seen all these schools and can apply for scholarships. I will also help you. You don't have to worry too much about money. And..." His voice lowered, "Don't get me wrong. I really just think you are very similar to my brother. I feel guilty about him in my heart, and I feel very distressed when I see you. That's all."

After hearing this, Jiang Tong hurriedly took out the post-it notes and wrote a sentence and handed it to Cheng Qiming.

[You helped him, I am very grateful to you.]

Cheng Qiming couldn't help but feel a little angry when he saw it. He told Jiang Tong about his future prospects, but he couldn't listen to it. "I said everything, I will help him, but you have to know that this is not an ordinary disease. Gao Kun can almost be said to be the worst case now. Some things cannot be solved by spending money."

His tone was a little anxious, and he forgot to take care of Jiang Tong's mood. He regretted it as soon as he finished speaking, but he could not take it back even after he heard it.

Jiang Tong nodded twice, covered his entire face with his palms, and curled up and bent down like a thin shrimp.

"You...you are, I know you are friends," Cheng Qiming tried to find a suitable wording, "but you have to think about it for yourself."

It took a long time before Jiang Tong raised his head, holding back tears in his red eyes.

He rubbed his nose, took out a convenient sign and wrote a sentence, his shoulders were shaking, and his handwriting was crooked, and he couldn't read it anyway. After enduring it for a long time, he finally shed a tear on the convenient sign.

[He said that after meeting me, he didn't want to die, and I thought so too.]

Cheng Qiming took the paper and looked carefully for a long time. Finally, he could only nod.

"Okay. Then wait until he stabilizes and we will talk about these things." Cheng Qiming stood up and said, "I'll leave first, I'll ask someone to send some fruit supplements tomorrow."

Jiang Tong stood up in a hurry and bowed deeply to Cheng Qiming. It was not until he walked for a long time that Jiang Tong stood up. He had been busy all morning without eating and felt dizzy. He quickly sat down with the wall and took out a lollipop from his pocket.

Before, he forced Gao Kun to quit smoking, so Gao Kun could only go outside to buy lollipops that cost one dollar each and put them in his mouth, and occasionally buy some for him.

Jiang Tong lowered his head, his mind full of his health before, and was full of energy. He repaired his bicycle and followed him to take him to the night shift. He slowly peeled off the candy paper and stuffed the crystal clear candy ball into his mouth.

Somehow, the tears couldn't stop. Jiang Tong glanced at the nurse in the corridor and raised his hand to wipe the tears quietly. But not long after, the tears poured out again. Jiang Tong wiped them with his palm, but he couldn't control them. He bit the sugar balls into pieces like Gao Kun. The sugar was too sweet and bitter.

With a mouthful of candy in her mouth, Jiang Tong sat alone on the bench, crying so hard that she couldn't raise her head.

The camera gradually moved away, covering the entire hospital corridor. A long shot put a small world of joy and sorrow.

"Pass!"

This crying scene was filmed five or six times, and the last time it was in a very good condition, so the director even changed a long shot.

"Okay, this one has passed. Thank you for your hard work in Jiang Tong." Kuncheng went over from the other end of the monitor and patted Xia Xiqing on the shoulder, "Thank you for your hard work in Xiqing, and finally finished the filming."

Many of the female staff on the set were infected by Xia Xiqing's emotions and went up to hand him paper.

"Xi Qing is so pitiful, I want to cry."

"That's right, I don't dare to watch the main movie anymore. This is the most abused group I have ever followed."

She cried too hard and couldn't breathe. Xia Xiqing took a deep breath. When she turned her head, she saw Zhou Ziheng. She was startled. He was holding a large bouquet of red roses in his hand and walked towards him with a smile.

This scene made him return to the day he had filmed magazines with Zhou Ziheng.

Xia Xiqing was stunned, "Where did you buy it..."

"Congratulations on the finishing of the film." Zhou Ziheng smiled gently and handed him the flower. Such a big bouquet of flowers was so embarrassed that he took it. Xia Xiqing took it and immediately gave Xiaoxiao beside him. Unexpectedly, this guy hugged him directly. It was originally finished, and these were normal things in the eyes of outsiders, not to mention that the whole crew knew that they had a good relationship.

With the help of hugging, Zhou Ziheng leaned into his ear and whispered.

"My heart is broken by Brother Xiqing's crying."

Come again, "You..."

"I want to kiss your eyes."

Xia Xiqing had no choice but to wipe all tears on his shoulders.

In addition to Zhou Ziheng, several other main creators of the same group also came forward to hug him one by one. Everyone knows that Xia Xiqing has something to deal with, and the crew is very time-consuming, so the final banquet can only be spared. Xia Xiqing paid out of his own pocket and ordered the takeaway for the entire crew at the most famous meal place in the local area, bought another big cake, and then left.

When the plane landed in Beijing, Xia Xiqing had a good sleep. When she got up, she was fine with herself. When she was not with Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing was quite thoughtful about her appearance. After all, she was an art student and in the gay circle, and her face and figure were all important.

It looks no surprise after the hair is styling. All the hair in front is blown up, and there is a small beauty tip on the forehead, which is not in the middle, but is tilted to the left, which is in line with Xia Xiqing's unaccurate temperament.

Xi Hui drove the car to pick him up. Xia Xiqing exchanged a few greetings with him on the road, but didn't say much. Xi Hui has been a golden bachelor all his life, has no marriage or children, has no interest in art, just wants to do business, so he has had a long time ago affair with Mr. Xi. His youngest son is unfilial and his daughter dies prematurely due to bipolar disorder. Relatives from the sidelines are eyeing the two elders' collections throughout their lives, and they just want to divide up the difference until they are gone.

When he arrived at Xi's house, Xia Xiqing followed Xi Hui upstairs and went outside Mr. Xi's room. Several young children stood at the door, and most of them were children brought by their relatives. Xia Xiqing rarely came to Xi's house. The last time he was before studying abroad, there were very few relatives who knew him, so there were no need to mention these children.

But he has been one of the online traffic recently. None of these children don’t know him. When they saw Xia Xiqing, they were stunned at first, and then whispered to each other.

Xia Xiqing lowered his head halfway, tidied up the shirt buttons on his cuffs, and just pretended that he didn't hear anything. When the doctor inside came out, he walked straight into the room.

Mr. Xi's bed seemed to have become a family hospital bed. His old face was covered with gullies, but his clothes were still very particular. Even if he was lying in bed, he still had a ventilator mask on his face. In such a mess, he still had the last character of an old artist.

Next to him was a man about forty years old, dressed in precious clothes. He glanced at Xia Xiqing with a squint, and said bluntly, "Who is this coming in? Housekeeper, please invite him out."

Xia Xiqing smiled, turned her head to look at Xi Hui. Before she could speak, Xi Hui explained, "This is my father's cousin."

"Cousin?" Xia Xiqing's eyes floated over and his tone was leisurely, "I thought I had another uncle."

The other party was obviously stabbed hard by these words, and his eyes turned around in front of Xia Xiqing and Xihui. Xia Xiqing was too lazy to give him a face, so he pulled a chair and slowly walked to the window, and sat down openly.

The old man who was lying in bed seemed to hear the sound. He opened his eyes and saw Xia Xiqing's face. In a trance, he seemed to see his daughter.

"Xin'er...Xin'er is back?"

When Xia Xiqing heard his grandfather calling his mother's nickname, he felt sad and reached out to hold his grandfather's hand.

Xi Hui looked around, then turned his head to look at the cousin who was not aware of himself, "Cousin, if you have nothing to do, just go down and have some tea. Thank you for your hard work in these days."

"You! You are trying to find the property of the family!"

"Miss?" Xia Xiqing looked up, "I am my grandfather's grandson," he turned his head and looked at Xi Hui, "This is my only son, who are you?"

After being criticized by Xia Xiqing, the man's face turned pale and could not say a word for a long time.

Xi Hui called someone and came up to invite all the irrelevant and unwilling relatives out.

Mr. Xi’s lawyer also arrived at home. While they were awake, they counted all their collections, working capital and real estate.

Xia Xiqing knew Xi Hui's purpose very well, "I only have the collection and art museum, and give you other funds and real estate." Seeing that he was so direct, Xi Hui stopped hiding it. Until the day when Mr. Xi left, Xia Xiqing had been with him in front of his bed. He had never been with an elder for so long, and he didn't expect that the only chance would be like this.

On the day Mr. Xi left, Xia Xiqing asked him to push a wheelchair and take him to a room with a plaster sculpture inside. He was a woman with a beautiful face and holding a beautiful baby.

"This is...my own hands...when you were born..." Grandpa coughed several times, panting and barely continued, "I should have given it to you..."

Xia Xiqing's nose felt sore and his fingers touched the sculpture.

In these ten days, he seemed to feel the warmth of his family for the first time.

Even though it was too late.

After handling all the matters, Xia Xiqing temporarily kept the collection in Xi's vault and was preparing to wait until the art museum opened before making plans. On the day of the funeral, Xia Xiqing, as his grandson, stood in front with Xi Hui and carried the coffin for Mr. Xi, and Xia Yunkai also showed up, but Xia Xiqing only thought he could not see him and said nothing.

After returning home, Xia Xiqing stayed in his house and drew sketches for several days. When he was lying on a wooden table in the studio, he woke him up from the sound of WeChat. It was Zhou Ziheng's news.

[Moral Benchmark]: I landed, where are you?
To be continued...