Zhang Guozhong guessed that the two lead actors would be unable to get out of character for a while, so he gave them some quiet time to get out of character before he and the staff prepared to wrap up filming.
Unexpectedly, when they turned around, the two of them were embracing and kissing!
Hey!
Zhang Guozhong immediately pulled out his phone and started snapping and recording frantically, while the cameraman quietly zoomed in.
Everyone in the room was dumbfounded.
As time passed, everyone gradually realized that something was wrong.
Um...
It's normal for actors to have trouble getting out of character, and it's also normal for them to lose control of their emotions. Zhang Guozhong had also guessed that Wen Jiu would cry.
But how did she manage to cry for half an hour straight?
"Oh dear! My little darling, don't cry." Zhang Guozhong hurriedly tried to comfort her, "It breaks my heart to see you crying like that!"
How come I never realized you were such a crybaby before?
Wen Jiu pouted, ashamed, and buried her face in Feng Chi's arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
Zhang Guozhong, quick-witted, then said, "How about I treat you to hot pot?"
The boy shook his head, holding Feng Chi tightly and refusing to let go.
Zhang Guozhong slapped his thigh and called Yu Qing over, "Take a look, what should we do with this child?"
Yu Qing glanced at it, tilted her head and smiled, "Let's remove our makeup and change clothes first, then go back to the hotel to rest. There's a wrap party tonight."
Zhang Guozhong: "Oh right, right! Feng Chi, hurry up and take him back."
Wen Jiu was utterly humiliated; she felt ashamed and couldn't stop crying.
" Feng Chi..."
Feng Chi gently lifted the person into his arms, letting out a silent sigh, "I'm here."
Wen Jiu turned her face inward and called out to him in a muffled voice, " Feng Chi."
"I am here."
An hour later, Feng Chi tucked his wife, who had cried herself to sleep, back into bed, tucked her in, and watched her quietly.
Wen Jiu's eyes were a little swollen, but her face was clean and fair after removing her makeup. She sank into the soft pillow, as if sinking into her heart.
Feng Chi leaned down and gently kissed her lips. "Sleep now, I'll wake you for the wrap party."
Wen Jiu nodded gently, reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes, and looked at him silently.
Feng Chi couldn't resist and kissed him again. "I'll stay here and watch over you."
Wen Jiu heard the sound of waves crashing against the shore, the sand and gravel repeatedly washing over the man's feet and wetting his body.
A patch of bright red spread across the sea.
It's Feng Chi.
The Feng Chi is covered in scars.
The man was covered in blood, and his once fair and handsome profile was now scarred. He sat there quietly, his eyes filled with broken sorrow.
Wen Jiu carefully walked over and stood in front of him. Moonlight pierced through his body and reflected in the man's dark eyes.
" Feng Chi?"
The blood-stained fingertips rose and passed through the body.
Wen Jiu suddenly had a bad feeling.
" Feng Chi, where are you going?"
He instinctively chased after him, his body moving at will, easily floating in front of the man.
But he could only watch helplessly as the seawater rose above his chest.
" Feng Chi!" Wen Jiu shouted hoarsely, reaching out to desperately pull him away. "What are you doing?!"
"Come back! Come back, don't you hear me?!"
" Feng Chi --!!!"
Suddenly, her hands grasped at empty air, Wen Jiu staggered backward.
Before me stretched a vast blue sea.
Countless Star·Light rushed towards him, cheers rose from the audience, and glow sticks were waved, creating a flowing, shimmering picture like fireflies dancing in the air.
Wen Jiu instinctively gripped the microphone tightly; in the darkness, no one knew the panic and helplessness in his heart.
As the music began, he heard his own voice, singing gently yet firmly:
Maybe I've always been afraid of having an answer.
Perhaps love is quietly swirling in the wind...
The music gave him a calm and gentle power, and gradually, Wen Jiu also immersed himself in his singing, a smile spreading across his lips.
It was just a dream.
That was the power of tears.
I don't want to resist anymore.
Facing hope against the light
Where love exists
She's always been right beside me...
The boy stretched out his arms, the tassels on his epaulets shimmering in the light, gently trailing a streak of light.
The soothing high notes slid in smoothly, and the boy opened his eyes, smiling as he looked at the audience below the stage.
Like sunlight breaking through the fog, it brought courage and warmth, clear and bright.
Until the crowd started to stir--
After singing two lines of lyrics, Wen Jiu realized that his in-ear monitor had stopped working. He took it off and turned around, following the gaze below.
A video is playing on the huge screen.
A video he had never seen before.
The man was dressed in a suit and tie, his clothes neat and tidy. In contrast, the boy in the video was naked, letting leather shoes step on his shoulders as he knelt at the man's feet.
Neither of their faces could be clearly seen, but the boy's back seemed strangely familiar.
Wen Jiu stared blankly at the screen, her blood running cold, and a chill quickly crept up her spine.
This isn't him...
" Wen Jiu! It turns out what people online were saying was true!"
" Wen Jiu, what exactly happened?"
"So this is what you're like in private!"
Some excited fans screamed, but their screams were quickly drowned out by more voices. Several voices urged her to calm down and to trust Wen Jiu.
But this happened so suddenly, and the visual impact was so strong, that few people could remain calm.
Wen Jiu picked up the microphone, put it to her lips, but couldn't utter a single word.
His hands were shaking.
"I..." Wen Jiu gripped the microphone tightly, offering a feeble explanation to the fans below the stage, "That wasn't me..."
Before he could finish speaking, another voice, identical to his own, rang out behind him, trembling as it called out, "Master."
With a "buzz," Wen Jiu's mind went blank.
The audience erupted in cheers.
Wen Jiu felt a moment of dizziness. He subconsciously looked down, and the dark stage beneath his feet seemed like a bottomless whirlpool, pulling him down.
A feeling of suffocation gripped his lips and tongue, and for a long while, he couldn't utter a single word.
Was it a dream?
It should be, right? Just like the dream I had about the Feng Chi.
But why does it hurt even in dreams?
And who is Feng Chi...?
Wen Jiu's pupils trembled, her heart clenched violently, and the pain felt like it was about to explode from inside.
The sleeping boy suddenly began to convulse, his body covered in a cold sweat. Feng Chi immediately hugged him tightly, his voice growing more urgent as he tried to wake him.
" A-Jiu! A-Jiu, wake up! Can you hear my voice?"
" Wen Jiu!!!"
The wrap party was about to begin, and Zhang Guozhong happily came to the hotel to find his beloved lead actor and main character, humming a song as he did so.
The elevator dinged as soon as it opened, and a figure rushed in, bringing with it a gust of cold air.
Zhang Guozhong shivered, and was about to yell at the man when he looked up and saw that his eyes were practically popping out of their sockets!
Feng Chi was only wearing a black sweater, not even having time to put on a coat. He came out in the dead of winter, dressed in such a disheveled state, and was carrying someone in his arms.
The plush blanket wrapped the boy tightly. Zhang Guozhong subconsciously leaned closer to look and could only see his wet black hair and his smooth forehead soaked with cold sweat.
Feng Chi freed one hand to press the elevator button and went directly to the basement level.
What are you standing there for?
The man's voice was deep and cold, like a poisoned blade, ready to draw blood when drawn.
Call a private hospital and request an emergency room visit.
Zhang Guozhong was startled and hurriedly took out his phone.
"Wait." Just as my finger was about to press a key, I heard him recite a string of numbers, "Call this."
Zhang Guozhong's fingers flew across the keyboard, and the other party answered quickly, their voice casual and aloof, "Who is this?"
Feng Chi: "Me."
There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a casual remark, as if confirming something. "Rare."
"You actually know my phone number?" The man's voice faded into the distance; Zhang Guozhong guessed he was talking to someone else. "You told him?"
The elevator doors opened, Feng Chi, carrying the person, hurried forward. "I heard you can hypnotize."
"... You've heard a lot."
"Could you do me a favor? I'll send you the address later. Come find me at this hospital."
Feng Chi carried the person into the car and asked the director, "Can you drive?"
Zhang Guozhong, who hadn't even thought about the wrap party, nodded, his slightly overweight and clumsy body quickly climbing into the driver's seat, only to be grabbed by the back of his collar.
"Forget it, I'll do it myself." Feng Chi pulled the person down, closed the door, and fastened the seatbelt in one smooth motion. "Director, we won't be going to the wrap party."
Zhang Guozhong nodded blankly, too intimidated by Feng Chi's imposing manner to utter a single word.
Only after the car started and sped away did Zhang Guozhong belatedly realize, " President Feng, you haven't returned my phone yet!"
How will he contact people if he doesn't have a cell phone?
We still don't know which hospital they went to!
Zhang Guozhong was so anxious he was jumping up and down. Suddenly, he slapped his forehead and remembered something. He rushed back to find Yu Qing.
On the other side, Feng Yuan had just hung up the phone when he received an address from Feng Chi.
Feng Yuan got up to get his clothes, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, Shen Qianshan wrapped his arms around him from behind. "What's wrong?"
" Xiao Wen Jiu has gone into shock." Feng Yuan hastily grabbed a windbreaker and put it on, his tone serious. "I need to get there as soon as possible."
Shen Qianshan paused, then sat up as well. "Shock?"