Dinner should be light and avoid greasy meals.

Mingwei made a plate of wild rice stir-fried pork and winter melon pork ribs soup, and ate warm and cozy food alone in a warm apartment on a rainy day.

After cleaning up the kitchen, it was only 7pm. Listening to the continuous sound of rain outside the window, Mingwei suddenly wanted to play the zither for a while.

Lin Nuan's interest and occupation are both in Hanfu. During the renovation of the apartment, a spacious and bright studio was left, which was decorated with high-end solid wood furnishings in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. When she learned that Mingwei could play the guzheng, Lin Nuan happily packed up half of the studio for her.

She was flying a kite, with four landscape screens placed in the middle, creating a unique artistic conception in the room.

Although Lin Nuan didn't mind her playing the kite at any time, and even often urged Mingwei to play it for her, Mingwei would try to stagger the time so as not to disturb Lin Nuan's drawing.

She was alone tonight. Mingwei put on her nails, thought about it, and started to play the strings.

She played the guzheng soundtrack in "The First Assistant of the Ming Dynasty". Princess Minghua played the guzheng several times in the play. Mingwei played the guzheng in person, and she also played the official soundtrack. The crew wanted to give her another guzheng.

Ming Wei didn't ask for any music remuneration. She had feelings for the crew and there was no need to discuss money in everything.

In the early stage, Princess Minghua was carefree and the tune was cheerful and lively. In the middle period, Princess Minghua got married and the tune turned sad. When Princess Minghua became a mother, her mood changed and the tune became peaceful and comfortable. Only by listening carefully can you hear a trace of regret.

Missing. Finally, there is the ending song tailor-made for Princess Minghua, which is gentle and sad.

After talking about several songs in a row and going through the plot in her mind, Mingwei turned off the music and stared blankly out the window, feeling a little sorry for the princess.

Fortunately, "Nancheng" has a happy ending.

After getting addicted to the kite, Mingwei did a set of yoga. Before practicing, she habitually checked Weibo. Mingwei didn’t particularly run the Weibo she registered in her freshman year, but she liked traveling and food, and almost all of her posts on Weibo were

It's scenery, food photos, and occasionally a few live-action photos. After a few years, I actually have thousands of fans.

Chen Zhang wanted to pay attention to her, but Ming Wei asked him to wait until the official stills came out and keep a low profile first.

The last Weibo post was a travel photo of Italy posted in March. Mingwei opened the photo album and posted a rainy scene taken today, along with Li Qingzhao’s words: First try on thin clothes, new taste of green ants, gradually a wind, a

Some rain, some coolness.

Not long after I sent it, several messages popped up, including fans from strangers and college classmates, mostly men...

Ming Wei looked at it with a smile. She had just swiped out a familiar profile picture of a beautiful woman, and the call came. It was the owner of the profile picture, her college roommate Han Xiaoya.

Mingwei hesitated for a few seconds and answered cautiously.

"Weiwei, I haven't contacted you for a long time. Are you still working as a translator?"

A voice full of joy came from the phone. She guessed that her roommate was in a good mood, but Mingwei was even more curious. There were four people in the dormitory, and she and Han Xiaoya were both beauties. Mingwei didn't want to compare, but Han Xiaoya kept comparing with her.

It's better than gossiping behind each other's back. You can imagine the relationship between the two, but they live in the same dormitory. They don't look up and down, so the superficial relationship has to be maintained.

After reminiscing for a minute, Han Xiaoya finally explained the purpose of her phone call: "Weiwei, I'm getting married on October 6th at the Hongyuan Hotel. Come over too. Xiaofang and Xiuxiu are here. It's been a long time since we've been in the same dormitory.

Gathered."

Ming Wei was a little hesitant. Should she go to the wedding of her embarrassing roommate whom she had not contacted since graduation? Judging from Han Xiaoya's performance, if she hadn't just posted a Weibo post to show off her presence, the other party would never have thought of inviting her.

"Come on, come on. When we graduate, we all agreed that no matter who gets married, he will ask the other three to be bridesmaids. I have prepared the bridesmaid dresses for you and will send you pictures later. Okay, let's do this for now. , my husband called me."

After the call ended, Mingwei looked helpless. She found the other two roommates from the WeChat list, exchanged them with each other, and sure enough they all went.

Go ahead, you won't miss anything for a meal.

"Ah, look at the hot topics, Mu Tingzhou had a car accident!"

A familiar name appeared in an unrelated WeChat circle. Mingwei's heart skipped a beat and she immediately checked Weibo.

#MUTingzhouCar accident#, a topic that was not available half an hour ago, has climbed to the top of the trending list in a blink of an eye. Mingwei clicked in and saw a chaotic video. It was pouring rain, raincoats and umbrellas were everywhere, and no human faces could be seen at all. But the camera showed a close-up of Mu Tingzhou's luxury car, a black Porsche, the license plate number...

Ming Wei felt cold all over. How could it be possible? She had just met Mu Tingzhou in the afternoon. He was such a good person. Why did he get into a car accident?

After staying there for five minutes, Ming Wei called Shen Su.

Shen Su knew more than she did, and confirmed that Mu Tingzhou had indeed been admitted to the hospital, but did not know the specific situation. Shen Su advised Ming Wei to remain silent and not to forward Mu Tingzhou-related information on Weibo, including praying for safety. Ming Wei Wei was not in the mood to play on Weibo right now. An acquaintance she had dealt with had a car accident. She just hoped that he would be safe.

After calming down for five minutes, Mingwei sent a message to Xiao Zhao, which was also her only contact with Mu Tingzhou. Knowing that Xiao Zhao must be very busy now, Mingwei said concisely: I saw the news, I hope Mr. Mu is safe, you Busy first, I will pay attention to the latest reports.

Xiao Zhao didn't see the news about Mingwei. When he received the notice of Mu Tingzhou's car accident, he called the studio assistant and Mu's parents respectively. Then he turned off his cell phone and rushed to the hospital as soon as possible. He waited outside the operating room with a heavy heart. The hospital has been sealed off and no unrelated personnel are allowed to enter. Mu Tingzhou’s mother, Dou Jing, was the first to arrive. The famous director Mu Chong was filming outside, and the earliest flight would arrive here early tomorrow morning.

"Have you seen Tingzhou?" Seeing Xiao Zhao, Dou Jing burst into tears and wanted to know what was going on before her son went in.

Xiao Zhao and Mu Tingzhou grew up and have always respected Mu Tingzhou's elders as relatives. He hugged Dou Jing who was about to collapse. Xiao Zhao calmly said: "Auntie, don't worry, the nurse said that Tingzhou has no skin trauma. Now he is doing various tests." Check it out, it’s definitely fine.”

How could Dou Jing calm down when her son's condition was unknown, but there was nothing she could do except wait.

~

At around four o'clock in the morning, Mu Chong rushed to the hospital in a hurry.

Mu Tingzhou's spleen was slightly injured, but the problem was not serious. CT and other tests found no hidden dangers, so his life could be ruled out. However, Mu Tingzhou remained unconscious, and the doctors could only continue to observe and wait.

The danger was over, and Xiao Zhao was finally in the mood to deal with the media.

After learning that Mu Tingzhou's life was not in danger, the Internet cheered, and several videos of fans crying with joy outside the hospital were circulated.

Inside the apartment, Mingwei leaned back in her chair and breathed a sigh of relief in front of the laptop screen.

Not serious is good.

There was a "ding" message on WeChat, and Mingwei grabbed her phone.

Xiao Zhao: Thank you for your concern. I will inform Tingzhou after he wakes up.

Mingwei smiled and responded with a "hug" emoticon: I wish him a speedy recovery and all the best.

Xiao Zhao: Yes.

Putting down his cell phone and looking at his close friend who seemed to be sleeping soundly on the hospital bed, Xiao Zhao frowned deeper, not as relaxed as he said.

Two days later.

Mu Chongxian went back to the Tibetan area for filming, while Xiao Zhao and Dou Jing stayed in the hospital to take care of Mu Tingzhou. At eight o'clock in the morning, the autumn light outside the window was bright. Xiao Zhao took a walk outside and brought back several flower baskets, all given by fans.

The flowers were in full bloom. Dou Jing forced a smile and arranged them one by one. Then she returned to the hospital bed and massaged her son according to the doctor's instructions while talking to Xiao Zhao: "What happened in Tingzhou recently?"

She knew her son well. His IQ was far above ordinary people. He was very strict in everything he did and held himself to high standards in everything he did. Under normal circumstances, his son would never make such a low-level and dangerous mistake as driving distracted. In the past two days, she was worried about her son and had no time.

After thinking about this and calming down a little, Dou Jing finally thought of asking about the cause of the accident.

Xiao Zhao looked at his best friend, was silent for a moment, and said: "Just like him before, he hasn't completely come out of the drama yet."

Having a father who is a director, Mu Tingzhou debuted at the age of six. As he grew older, his acting skills became more and more mature, and his difficulty in acting became more and more serious. At the age of twenty-five, Mu Tingzhou filmed

A crime-themed movie, that one was the most serious. Mu Tingzhou was still affected by the role after half a year. But that time was also a turning point. In recent years, the time it took Mu Tingzhou to get rid of the role has begun to shorten. Given time, he will be able to achieve a real role.

flexible.

Dou Jing secretly wiped away tears. Her son was a drama addict. He devoted most of his energy to filming and had no time to talk about love.

"Tingzhou is thirty, and you are only two years younger than him, so you are not too young. When Tingzhou gets better, you both can take a year off and find a girlfriend first. There is no rush for filming." After calming down, Dou Jing said:

said in a commanding tone.

Xiao Zhao touched the bridge of his nose and was about to fool him when he suddenly saw the man on the hospital bed opening his eyes at some point.

"Auntie, Tingzhou is awake!"

Dou Jing's hands shook and she looked up. Her son was really awake!

"Tingzhou, how are you?" With a trembling voice, Dou Jing leaned over and asked, staring at her son intently.

Who is Tingzhou?

The Taifu thought silently. He heard the woman speak, but his eyes still stayed on the snow-white roof above. After living for thirty-five years, and traveling down to the south of the Yangtze River and to Mobei, this was the first time he saw something like this.

The room. His eyes slowly moved down, scanning all the strange things around him one by one, including the flower baskets, before finally turning to the woman beside the bed.

The woman looks to be in her forties, has strange short hair, and is wearing strange clothes.

"Tingzhou?" Her son had a strange expression, and Dou Jing subconsciously covered her chest, feeling inexplicably panicked.

Hearing the name "Tingzhou" again, Taifu frowned imperceptibly.

What kind of place is this? The late emperor passed away and had just been buried in the imperial mausoleum. On his way back to Beijing, he took a rest for a night at Huguo Temple. Why did the guest room in the temple change when he woke up? His heart was in turmoil, but the Taifu won the first prize at the age of fourteen.

Having been an official in the imperial court for more than twenty years, I have already practiced the mentality of not changing my expression even if the mountain collapses in front of me. I know that the situation is not right, so I will remain calm and watch the changes.

Xiao Zhao called the doctor over.

The attending physician first checked the actor's physical condition, and then asked the actor kindly: "Do you remember your name?"

Dou Jingxin raised it and Xiao Zhao looked solemn.
Chapter completed!