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At this moment, the situation is extremely urgent. Rong Yuheng’s barren little brain circulates for a few seconds, and then he squeezes Wen Zezong’s big hand with sincerity, "According to the principle of game, we will fly east one by one and fly south. The chance of retention is greatest."

Wen Zezhen was not at all deceived by the false affection in Rong Yuheng's eyes, and his mind was very clear now.

Wen Zezheng's eyes were heavy, "Didn't you say that the wings fly together? How come you become a peacock flying southeast?"

Rong Yuheng corrected him, "The peacock flying southeast is not the implication..."

Wen Zezhen didn't listen or listened, hitting people's hearts directly, "You just want to abandon me!"

Rong Yuheng's sophistry was stuck in his throat. After a long while, he issued a semi-compromise question, "Then what do you want to do?"

Now they are all filming in the crew, and they can't even buy tickets and run away.

Wen Zezhen thought for a moment, then tentatively said, "Shall we go and admit a mistake with Qu Youhe?"

"..."

Rong Yuheng took a deep look at Wen Zezong—he discovered that every time this person made a mistake, he would cut into a pupil mode in seconds.

Rong Yuheng educates him, "Not all mistakes can be forgiven by apologizing...but what you said is correct, at least we have to correct our attitude first."

Wen Zezheng looked at Rong Yuheng's preaching appearance with the Eight Classics, his heart tickled: His little hamster is really good.

Wen Zezheng was sucking a hamster in his head, but Rong Yuheng suddenly grabbed him and moved to his ear.

A warm breath brushed over his ears, and Wen Zexuan's cheeks were lifted up with a blush, his heartbeat was sudden, before he had time to turn his head and chat with Rong Yuheng, he listened to the latter to say, " Come, I will teach you to sing."

Wen Zeleng, "?"

…

When Qu Youhe Shark came over, I saw Wen Zezheng and Rong Yuheng standing side by side, looking at themselves as if they were waiting for a long time.

Qu Youhe had already had a murderous intention. He was stunned when he saw this scene, and then he asked, "What are you doing?"

Rong Yuheng elbow lightly bumped Wen Zezheng on his side.

Immediately afterwards, the two raised their hands at the same time, their two knuckles interlocked, and they shook hands in front of their lower abdomen. The feet rustled and moved, standing in a T-step.

Qu Youhe: ...?

Rong Yuheng reported the curtain solemnly, "Winter and spring come, everything recovers, but the brains of Wen Zezhen and Rong Yuheng are still frozen and unable to wake up as promised. They have made a mistake that can be restored, and hope. Able to be forgiven-a song "Admitting Mistake" to Brother Qu."

As soon as Rong Yuheng's voice fell, he took a deep breath.

Immediately, a string of loud and high-pitched beauties flowed from his throat and echoed in the empty field:

"It's all mine~ wrong

Now is it useful to admit mistakes..."

After Rong Yuheng’s singing came out, Wen Zezhen vocalized after a two-beat delay. His voice was deep and melodious, overlapping behind Rong Yuheng’s singing, like a cello flowing silky in the air:

"...It's my fault~

...Is it useful...it is useless"

A high and one low duet lingered in Qu Youhe's ear, like two spider spirits building a silk hole in his mind.

The high and low voices of Rong Yuheng and Wen Zexang continue to sing, and these two creative actors even adapted the lyrics:

"I have lost-my own Weibo-

Just make one small mistake at a time. Oh~"

...

When the singing of the two people slowly fell, Qu Youhe still looked a little in a trance, he thought to himself:

Is this the sound of nature that can bring people to ascend? I'm afraid...

After Rong Yuheng sang, he buffered for a few seconds and poked out a little head obediently, "Brother Qu, Teacher Wen and I already knew we were wrong. We specially compiled this song to show our sincerity."

Wen Zizong nodded in agreement: Yes, our attitude is correct.

Qu Youhe gradually regained consciousness from his dizziness. He shook his head in an attempt to sway the pansi hole in his mind. "You..." His opened mouth closed again quickly, obviously not from just now. Slow down in that burst.

The two of them were not in a hurry, they just looked at him obediently.

After a long while, Qu Youhe's sanity finally returned. He stroked his chest whose heart rate was not stable, and said in a deep voice, "Brother Hun, you are really getting better and better."

Wen Zezhen lowered his head, with a humble posture, "People will always make progress."

Qu Youhe, "..."

Rong Yuheng, "..." He seemed to be unable to understand the irony.

Fortunately, Wen Zezheng kept his team off the court secretly without telling Qu Youhe, but it did not cause any bigger disturbances. After Qu Youhe gave him a long criticism and education, he turned the story over.

After Qu Youhe left, Rong Yuheng rubbed his warm feeder Shaomao, and made reasonable suggestions, "Sometimes, praise does not necessarily mean praise."

Wen Zezhen didn't understand, "Why?" He said, "Every time I praise you, it's true."

Rong Yuheng's long rhetoric instantly got stuck in his throat.

He suddenly felt that he was so complicated and sinful—Wen Zezheng was such a kind and innocent person, why must he see through the hypocrisy and sharpness of this world?

Rong Yuheng confided in him and said, "It's nothing, I was wrong, all those compliments to you are sincere. You deserve your name."

Wen Zizong bowed his head slightly, enjoying his little hamster's Bo Bo sweetly, "Well, I get it."

…

The filming of the crew is almost over, and He Zhou is almost back soon.

Rong Yuheng was a little worried. He was too blunt on the phone last time, and he didn't know if it would be embarrassing to play with He Zhou this time.

However, before Rong Yuheng could figure out how to face He Zhou, a phone call from Rong Congyan broke his calm and unwavering filming.

When Rong Yuheng received the call, it happened to be the end of the evening filming. The sky was getting a bit dark, and the people around could not see clearly. The crew who packed the camera equipment went back and forth around, and the reflective umbrella was moved to the side with a "squeak", mixed with the conversation of the crew.

The signal from the crew is not very good, Rong Congyan's voice came through the earpiece, and it was a bit intermittent, with uneven breath.

"Xiao Heng, come back. Dad is sent to the hospital."

For a moment, Rong Yuheng only felt that the surrounding voices were moving away from him.

He heard Rong Congyan report an address and said a few words about fainting. When the other person hung up the phone, he was still a little tranced.

Reporting to Shi Qiu, asking for leave from Qian Xinlei, booking a flight ticket for the latest night flight... Rong Yuheng didn't know how he did all these things, as if he followed his instinct to do it. Rong Congyan's phrase "Dad sent to the hospital" was all in his mind.

After finishing this, Rong Yuheng was about to get into the taxi when his wrist was suddenly buckled.

He turned his head and saw Wen Zezhen in the night pressing his lips tightly, the outline of his face looked a bit firm, but his eyes were soft.

"Rong Rong." Wen Zezhen called him, stretched out his hand to pull the person into his arms and hugged him, "You...you can call me if you have anything."

Wen Zezheng's chest was warm and firm, and Rong Yuheng was buried in his arms, hearing the meaning of the latter's words. His nose was sour, and his trance and confusion instantly settled down a lot.

Wen Zetong didn't say "you still have me". He could actually take the opportunity to show his sense of existence and enter Rong Yuheng's world, but he felt that saying this would make Rong Yuheng seem to have lost something.

So Wen Zexang only said "You can call me". He placed himself in a position where Rong Yuheng could see him when he turned his head, guarding him calmly and silently.

Rong Yuheng hugged him back, "I see."

Because they were still in a hurry, they only hugged him for half a minute, and Wen Zezhen let go of him and watched him get into a taxi.

"Land send me a message."

Rong Yuheng nodded. As soon as the window was raised, the red taillights of the car made two bright lines in the night, and drove away quickly toward the distance.

The flight took off at 2:40 in the morning and landed at more than five in the morning. Rong Yuheng got off the plane, called a car, and went straight to the hospital.

Rong Congyan only gave a general idea on the phone, and Rong Yuheng's mind was in confusion at the time, so he still doesn't know the specific situation of Rong Tianshen.

Because it is not clear, so afraid.

The lobby of the hospital is paved with white tiles, and there will be "click, click" footsteps when you step on it. The elevator jumped up one by one, and quickly stopped at the 5th floor.

Rong Yuheng got out of the elevator and looked all the way along the door number given by Rong Congyan. Turning around a corner, he saw Rong Congyan sitting at the door of the ward, his face a little tired.

"Brother--" Rong Yuheng called him, and hurried over, "Where is Dad?"

"The situation has stabilized." Rong Congyan put one hand on Rong Yuheng's shoulder, soothing his emotions, "I was in a coma for a while, but it was not too serious. I am now sleeping inside."

Rong Yuheng asked, "What did the doctor say?"

Rong Congyan said, "As people get older, their physical functions will decline. The doctor said that my father should have insufficient blood supply to the brain, and he didn't slow down. Fortunately, he found it in time. There is no problem now."

Rong Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words.

He leaned against the cold wall. Previously, his mood had been very anxious, and when he calmed down, he found that his legs had been trembling slightly.

After Rong Yuheng calmed down, his brain began to function again, "How come there is insufficient blood supply to the brain?"

Rong Congyan's expression was a little embarrassed when he heard the words.

Rong Yuheng, "?"

Rong Congyan pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Dad is reading history books recently..."

Rong Yuheng curled his eyebrows, "I read too little, don't fool me. Can you read history books even if you have insufficient brain blood supply?"

Rong Congyan continued to elaborate, "There is a story about Lian Po in the history books. I don't know if you don't know it clearly."

Rong Yuheng, "Well Jing, please?"

Rong Congyan, "No, it's the allusion of'Lian Po is old, he can still eat.'"

Rong Yuheng thought about it carefully... this allusion seems to be that after Lian Po was dismissed, in order to show that he could still be employed, he ate a bucket of rice and ten catties of meat for a meal. Later, the messenger reported back to Wang Zhao that Lian Po ran to the toilet several times after a meal, and Wang Zhao thought that Lian Po was old.

Rong Yuheng still couldn't find the logical connection between the two after thinking about it. He even had a slight doubt about his knowledge reserve-could it be that he remembered the allusion incorrectly?

After thinking to no avail, he asked without understanding, "What does this have to do with Dad fainting?"

Rong Congyan didn't open his eyes, and turned his gaze to the unnamed place at the end of the corridor, "...Dad also wanted to verify whether he was old, so he ate a bowl of rice and a few kilos of meat."

Rong Yuheng was unbelievable, "He was stunned!?"

"No." Rong Congyan tried his best to organize the words to make the whole story sound less ridiculous. "He ran to the toilet many times like Lian Po, and finally squatted in the pit for too long and got up too fainted."

"..."

Rong Yuheng felt that he had paid for this trip by mistake after all.

The author has something to say: Rong Yuheng: I unexpectedly squatted into a pit and fainted for a big scallop, so I rushed back from the crew overnight to see him! !

Big scallop: Help me up...I, I can still eat!