True Star 《巨星 》 Ju Xing
True Star Volume 1, Rebirth of the Superstar, Chapter 108: The warm wind
Chen Ming Xu went to the TV station every Wednesday to record the show, and as usual, he plays the role of a cheerful and pleasant host in the show.
At the end of the show, some second- and third-tier starlets would always come over and chat with Chen Ming Xu, and usually Chen Ming Xu would occasionally reciprocate, but he wasn't in the mood or strong enough today, and the assistant had a sense of humor to keep some starlets out of the lounge with the reason of illness.
Being sick is a reason, not an excuse.
When the popular host was able to have his own lounge, sitting in a room by himself, the young man glared at himself in the mirror.
"Knock, knock." There was a knock on the door outside, followed by the assistant's voice, "Ming Xu, I'm coming in?"
"Yeah, you come in."
The assistant opened the door and poked her head in, "Would you like some medicine or hot water?"
"No, I'll just go home later and get some sleep."
"That...someone is looking for you." The assistant is a bit stammering.
Chen Ming Xu frowned suspiciously, "Who?"
Most of the stars who don't matter just want to come and pull strings with him are blocked out by his assistants and rarely show the hesitation that they do now.
Is it some big star? Nope, he remembered that there weren't any big names on TV today and there weren't any big stars coming.
"It's Tang Feng." The assistant had just finished speaking when a man poked his head in and unstintingly flashed Chen Ming Xu a big smile.
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"What are you doing here?" Still sitting in the same position, although the tone of voice has a barbed taste as before, Chen Ming Xu did not dare to look directly at Tang Feng's eyes again, lowering his head and pretending to play with his phone, the microblogging page remains unrefreshed.
"Came to see how the show is without me." Tang Feng stood next to Chen Ming Xu and suddenly leaned down and poked his head over, "What are you looking at?"
"Twitter ah." The man's faint breath suddenly sprayed on his face, Chen Ming Xu suddenly had a hot face and replied in a bad mood, "What can we do without you in the program, the program is fine."
"Huh, I guess so, the audience is coming for you, by the way, I listened to your album last night and it was great, why not continue as a singer and instead transition to host?"
"Being a singer is at best a second line, I'm a first line in hosting." Looking up and glancing at Tang Feng, he accidentally bumped into the man's wet black pupils that were always penetrating with tenderness, Chen Ming Xu felt that he was so sick that his head was slightly dizzy.
"Why are you so red-faced and really sick?" A hand reached over and gently touched the young man's forehead, Tang Feng frowned indifferently, "It's hot, you have a fever."
"None of your business!" The place that had been touched, felt even hotter, and Chen Ming Xu kept his head down, his hands clenched tightly on his phone.
"Fine, fine, I don't care, just sit here and wait to be burned to a crisp, I've heard that the fever will burn your brain if it's too hot....."
"You--" where is this kind of talk that someone else would say when they're sick and still be around, Chen Ming Xu glared angrily, "Roll out!"
"I'm not a ball, how do I roll?" Tang Feng couldn't help but smile, reaching over and rubbing the young man with an angry face, "Looking sickly, cursing people is quite spiritual."
Chen Ming Xu blushed even more, wanting to go and push away Tang Feng's hand that rubbed his face was a bit hesitant again, such a gentle, mature, man who made people want to snuggle up and even lean on, was too different from the Tang Feng he remembered.
It was more like a dream, a dream that only comes out of dreams, which would care for him and be gentle with him, Tang Feng.
"Hey, don't you cry, why are you crying again." Only after rubbing Tang Feng twice, he found that Chen Ming Xu actually cried.
Wiping his face with his sleeve haphazardly, Chen Ming Xu pushed Tang Feng away and lowered his head, his voice suffused with choking: "You are sick, somehow that is the reason for treating me well."
"It's not me who's sick, it's you."
"You're the one who's sick!" When Chen Ming Xu looked up, he saw Tang Feng with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly his chest was warm and he couldn't help but "puff" and laugh.
Yeah, the one who's really sick is obviously him.
"You should go be a host with a mouth like that." Wiping away the tears, Chen Ming Xu glared at Tang Feng with somewhat red eyes, a look that reminded Tang Feng of a bunny.
Tang Feng laughed softly, "As a host, I'm at best a domestic first-rate, but if I'm acting, I'm an international first-rate, or even super first-rate."
"Xsshole."
"Hehe, then this first-line host, if you don't take your medication anymore, you'll really become a brain-burning host." No matter whether the other party wants to or not, Tang Feng came up and took the person out of the door, Chen Ming Xu also did not struggle, two people who did not seem to get along in the TV station actually came together, seeing that the staff of both people were a bit surprised, Chen Ming Xu actually let Tang Feng carry him away?
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"The temperature has dropped a bit, congratulations on not having to go to the hospital." Taking out the thermometer and looking at it, Tang Feng shakes it hard and then puts the thermometer on the clips of Chen Ming Xu, who is lying on the bed, and then passes a glass of warm water to the young man, "Drink more water, get a good night's sleep, cover the quilt and sweat, then you'll be fine."
Chen Ming Xu took the water glass with both hands and drank it with his head down in small sips, he could no longer remember how he had listened to Tang Feng's words and told the man the address of his home, and how he had been pressed into bed by Tang Feng and covered with the covers, taking medicine, drinking water, resting, and waking up to find Tang Feng still sitting next to him without leaving.
This feeling, so subtle.
He has always lived alone, even when he was sick and went to the hospital with an assistant, but when he came home, he was still alone, and every time he woke up in the middle of the night there was no one at his bedside.
Used to being lonely, used to being home on the weekends and eating by myself, used to being sick by myself.
Suddenly, there was an extra person who bought medicine for himself, poured water for himself, and picked the horns for himself, and Chen Ming Xu wanted to cry again.
"I used to go to the hospital every time the sick assistant would let me, never seen you like that, taking people to their homes is not going to the hospital." After drinking half a cup, Chen Ming Xu stopped to catch his breath slightly.
"I don't like hospitals." The man with his legs crossed and one hand on his head, smiled faintly, "And you just have a little fever, you'll be fine with a little sleep at home."
"It sounds like you're a professional." Keep your head down and continue drinking.
Tang Feng nodded, who had him deal with the hospital since he was a child, he was all mixed well with the doctor and nurse, if one often chat with the doctor and nurse and if this goes on for many years you will also become half a doctor, the big illness dare not talk about, the small illness Tang Feng can still solve them himself.
For this, Tang Feng has always been proud.
"No one likes going to the hospital, no matter where they go, it still feels best to be home, warm and cozy." Seeing Chen Ming Xu drink the entire glass of water, Tang Feng thoughtfully helped carry the glass over, he glanced at his watch, the time was now 9:30 pm.
"That I agree with." Chen Ming Xu pulled the quilt over himself and covered his mouth as a muffled voice came out of the quilt, "You hurry back, thank you for today."
Putting the cup away, Tang Feng walked over with a smile, ''You think I look at my watch because I think it's too late to go back? It's now 9:30 and you can go to bed, and although it looks like you're okay, isn't there a saying that goes 'Send Buddha to the furthest of the West'? I'll be good to the end and stay here with you today." [1] 'Send Buddha to the furthest of the West'= Finishing something you started and not give up in the middle.
"Don't you still have the Superstar training program?" The man’s eyes lit up.
"One of the lessons in the class was socializing, and what the teacher taught was to make more friends, both in and out of the circle, you see, isn't that what I'm doing now? Da-host, you'll just be good and owe me one." Squeezing the tip of Chen Ming Xu's nose, Tang Feng pushed the man backward.
Chen Ming Xu moved back while staring at the man and said, "What are you sitting up for?"
"You don't want me to lie on the bedside and watch over you all night, do you? It's too much of a loss if you're well and I'm ill, and your bed is so big anyway, lend me a seat." The man took off his shoes and lay on the bed, Chen Ming Xu's large bed was more than enough for two people, even four.
Chen Ming Xu of course had no reason to refuse, he was sick and it was Tang Feng who took care of him, no matter what conflicts they had before, those past memories were becoming more and more distant as if they had fallen into the deep sea, more and more blurred, clear and profound only the man who turned off the lamp in front of his eyes and closed his eyes seemed to fall into sleep.
Perhaps the empty large bed and he was no longer lying alone, Chen Ming Xu quickly fell asleep under the hypnosis of the cold medicine, occasionally waking up in the middle of the night in a daze, looking at the white shadow that was some distance away from him in front of him, was drawn to come over, his cheek gently pressed against the man's ridge back, the warm touch made him unable to resist reaching over and hugging.
When he woke up the next day, Chen Ming Xu was pleasantly surprised to find that he was no longer sick except for the fact that his body was a little soft.
I think he's gone, right?
The young man stayed in bed and looked at the place where Tang Feng had lain last night, and by the time he realized what he was doing, his hand had gently touched the bed that seemed to still have a temperature.
"Woke up just in time, I just made breakfast." The door was suddenly opened.
Chen Ming Xu stared dumbfounded at the man who walked over and watched as Tang Feng touched his forehead and heard the man chuckle and say, "The fever is gone."
The sound was warm like the wind blowing in through a crack in the curtain outside the window.
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~ True Star ~
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