After My Ex-Boyfriend’s White Moonlight Proposed to Me

Chapter Seventy One

Zhuang Yan was really too busy, and hadn't even closed his eyes for several days.

On Xie Ning's side, he was still uneasy. Even if Xie Ning acted calmly, the message sent was nothing unusual, but Zhuang Yan still felt that his emotions were not right.

After contacting Uncle Zhong, what Uncle Zhong said confirmed his instincts, so while he was busy, he also asked Song Qingqing to take care of Xie Ning if he had the opportunity.

Of course he wanted to fly back to see Xie Ning as soon as possible, but he couldn't ignore so many people on the set.

Going back is not a matter of a day or two. At least one week must be spared. But this week's filming plan was disrupted again. He finished filming all that could be done in advance, and delayed filming the rest.

Time is compressed very tightly. Sometimes there is a night scene that night, followed by an early morning scene the next day.

Zhuang Yan simply spent the night on the set, shrinking into the director's exclusive chair, and covering a few clothes for one night.

When filming, he was attentive and full of energy. When it was time to rest, his whole body seemed to fall apart, and he could close his eyes in minutes by sitting in a chair.

But the rest time is usually only ten minutes. After a nap, I am woken up to take a picture. People are even more uncomfortable. My eyes are sour and it is better not to fall asleep.

Later, when he was resting, he would stand up and move twice, or wash his face with cold water in the bathroom to keep himself awake.

"You can't do this." Zhao Yang frowned. "The circle under the eye is as dark as a panda. Haven't closed his eyes for a few days?"

After washing his face, Zhuang Yan wiped his hands clean: "I'm fine."

Zhao Yang asked: "How do I think you are about to fall down at any time, or else this scene will be handed over to the assistant director first, and you go to the next rest?"

"No." Zhuang Yan shook his head, "The scenes in these days are more important. I don't feel relieved if I don't check it by myself."

Zhao Yang wanted to persuade me a few more words, and Zhuang Yan said: "If I am not satisfied with the filming, I must go back and shoot again. Only more time and money will be wasted then."

Zhao Yang had no choice but to say, "Okay, but don't tire yourself out."

Zhuang Yan waved his hand: "Don't worry, I have a sense of measure and nothing will happen."

Zhao Yang looked anxiously at his back, thinking that you don't seem to be all right like this.

After returning home, the rest time was not over yet, Zhuang Yan simply walked to Xie Ning to watch the tree where he always stayed, as if repeating the path he had walked.

To refresh his mind, he took a cigarette out, put it between his fingers, and took two sips, thinking about the appearance of Xie Ning.

He remembered that Xie Ning always likes to sit here and paint. Now when he sat down, he looked up and saw his director-only chair.

Xie Ning walked in a hurry and didn't bring much luggage. The sketches painted before were still in the hotel.

Zhuang Yan looked through it later, and most of them were what he looked like when he directed the show. He thought it was quite novel. He hadn't watched it before. It turned out that he was like this on the set.

Occasionally, there were two pictures of Sheng Shisong and other actors filming. Thinking of this, Zhuang Yan couldn't help but turn his gaze to the group of actors who were resting, staring at Sheng Shisong blankly.

His eyes quickly poke a hole in Sheng Shisong's back, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

Sheng Shi Song was seen from behind and felt cold: "How do I feel weird."

Luo Zixin was looking down at the script, and he didn't care too much and said, "What? Worried about being scolded by Director Zhuang later?"

When she said this, Sheng Shisong also sighed: "Director Zhuang hasn't known what happened in the past two days, and the whole person is very irritable."

Luo Zixin had a lingering fear: "Yes, my complexion has never improved, and I don't know who caused him."

Another actor next to me said: "I start to miss the beauty of the Lord now."

"Yes." Luo Zixin said, "The Lord hasn't come for a few days. If he is there, Director Zhuang's temper will be reduced a lot."

Everyone babbled another sentence, and they began to miss Xie Ning's days on the set.

Before they missed it for long, another staff member came to remind them to prepare for the next scene.

So each should make up the makeup and recite the lines.

Sheng Shisong casually glanced at the place where Xie Ning usually sits and paints. He didn't see Xie Ning, but saw Zhuang Yan smoking.

He froze for a moment, then shook his head and smiled.

...

The doctor said that Father Xie's condition is improving.

For Xie Ning, this is the best news I have heard recently.

But Xie Ning couldn't really relax his mind if he didn't wake up for a day.

Song Qingqing came to the hospital to see him almost every day, staying longer or shorter, sometimes just hurriedly greeted Xie Ning and left, sometimes she would chat with Xie Ning casually when she had a little free time.

Most of their topics revolved around "Zhuang Yan".

Xie Ning listened very carefully, as if she could get a glimpse of Zhuang Yan's life abroad from Song Qingqing's words.

Publicity, high-spirited, or difficult and lonely.

Zhuang Yan would not mention these things when chatting with him. Regarding the memory of his student days, he is more willing to discuss matters in Xia Ning with Xie Ning.

In this way, Shainin can also have a lot of common words to talk about.

Zhuang Yan is always very caring in this respect. Xie Ning doesn't like to talk most of the time. When chatting, he always keeps his eyes open and listens quietly.

But Zhuang Yan likes to tease him and guide him to speak slowly.

He and Song Qingqing had a very happy conversation, and Xia Wan was also happy to see the result.

She didn't know what the two talked about, only to see that Song Qingqing was the only girl Xie Ning was not so repulsive over the years.

So she was very pleased, and felt that Xie Ning was slowly getting on the right track.

And Xie Ning's condition is indeed gradually getting better. At any rate, she will not vomit completely after eating. After chatting with Song Qingqing, she can have a good sleep.

But the expression on his face became less and less, and his eyes became less and less warm.

Uncle Zhong had good eyesight, and he stopped talking for several days, and finally could not hold back Xie Ning.

"Young Master." Uncle Zhong said hesitantly, "Do you...need to see a doctor?"

Xie Ning was stunned: "I am in good health recently, and I am not sick."

Uncle Zhong said: "That's not what I mean... how to say it, what you give me now is very similar to the way it was when I first moved to the compound."

Xie Ning was silent for a long time, then went to the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror.

In the mirror, he cast his eyes down, his clothes were clean and tidy, his hands were on the sink, he looked very quiet.

It was so quiet that the slightest change in the outside world could no longer interfere with him.

Xie Ning washed her face in silence and took the time to call Ji Wenbin.

"Doctor Ji." He said, "My disease seems to have relapsed again."

Ji Wenbin's voice is as gentle as ever.

I have to say that Xie Ning thinks he is a very good psychologist, not only because it is a pleasure to chat with him, but also because he can respond to you whenever you find him.

Even if he is awakened by the patient's phone in the middle of the night, Ji Wenbin will still respond to you gently and politely with the voice he just woke up, but you can't feel the slightest irritation of being disturbed from his attitude.

He will give you a sense of peace of mind that I am always there anytime, anywhere.

So even if there is no time to chat in person, Xie Ning will still make time to call him.

On the other side of the phone, Ji Wenbin said, "Can you describe the specific situation?"

Fearing to quarrel with Mr. Xie, Xie Ning deliberately walked to the lounge when calling.

There was no one in the lounge at the moment, the chairs were empty, and Xie Ning did not sit down, walked to the window and looked out.

From here, you can just see the flow of people passing by the gate of this building.

His body felt dizzy for a moment, but the third floor was still within his tolerance. Xie Ning lowered his eyes and quietly looked at the flowerbeds that would surround the building, and then slowly described his feelings to Ji Wenbin these days.

"...I don't know how to describe this feeling." Finally, Xie Ning said, "The whole world has become strange and boring to me."

"The mood has become very weak. What made me angry before has happened, and I don't think it matters."

"For a moment, I feel tired, not physically, but mentally...a sense of exhaustion."

Ji Wenbin: "Did you come to contact me because you noticed the strangeness by yourself?"

Xie Ning shook his head: "In fact, I have never felt any change in myself. It is Uncle Zhong, my grandfather's housekeeper, who said that I am now... exactly the same as before."

"What do you think?" Ji Wenbin asked, "Do you feel that your current mentality is the same as that of the past?"

Xie Ning was silent for a while and said, "I don't know."

"Sometimes, I don’t remember the original feeling, as if it was a very distant thing. Those pasts are like a dream to me. I can remember what happened, but I can’t recall the dream. a feeling of."

Ji Wenbin smiled: "This is a good thing, it shows that you are gradually breaking away from the influence of the past."

"Then what's wrong with me now...?" Xie Ning asked.

Ji Wenbin thought for a while and said, "Your grandfather's illness was not prepared by you beforehand, so you were caught off guard and your emotions fell into a long-term loss."

Xie Ning replied: "Yeah."

Ji Wenbin also said: "This is normal. People's emotions will always fluctuate due to changes in the outside world. You have been in a bad mood during this period. It is not certain that your illness has relapsed."

In fact, whether Xie Ning ever suffered from emotional apathy, there is still a question mark.

"Is that so?" Xie Ning was at a loss for a moment.

Ji Wenbin changed his statement: "You don't have a psychological burden, and don't make your own conclusions easily."

"But..." Xie Ning cast a shadow on his eyelashes, covering his eyes, "I feel indifferent to everything now, it doesn't matter."

Ji Wenbin paused: "Are there no exceptions?"

Shainin fell into silence.

"Life is always full of light and love." Ji Wenbin said persuasively, "Is there such a existence that makes you feel warm and beautiful? Just thinking of it can make you laugh unconsciously."

"You can't be indifferent and indifferent to him, maybe very light and indifferent, but he has left such a trace in your heart."

The weather was very good today, and sunlight came in from outside the window, hitting Xie Ning's body, dragging a long shadow on the ground.

Xie Ning was bathed in the sun for a long time, his eyelashes quivered twice, and his hand slightly lifted, holding the edge of the window sill.

"Zhuang Yan." He uttered a name gently, and the corners of his lips twitched.

Xie Ning smiled unconsciously.

"What?" Ji Wenbin asked as if he didn't hear clearly.

Xie Ning pressed the window sill, and her tone became lighter: "I said, yes."

That person, just reading his name, made his emotions move little by little.

It seems that he lights up his world and makes his life colorful, vivid and interesting.

"Thank you, Doctor Ji, I think I..."

Halfway through the conversation, he looked down and paused when he saw a familiar figure from the back.

The man was tall and tall, dressed in a black coat, with pockets in his hands, and was walking forward with his head down. After a few staggered steps, the figure disappeared from the crowd.

Xie Ning was stunned for several seconds, and suddenly forgot what he was trying to say.

Looking out, there were people coming and going at the door of the building, but he didn't see anyone he knew well.

Seeing him stop abruptly, Ji Wenbin couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

Xie Ning rubbed his eyes, then dropped his eyes after a long while and said faintly: "It's nothing, my eyes are dazzled."

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