Chapter 20: Don't Go
Fortunately, she has also been a practitioner since she was a child, and it was more than enough to help Chi Yan up, and the man staggered and was put on the bed by her.
The beige bed cover sank into a tired man, a little abrupt, but it melted a little cold because of illness, but it was another harmony.
After covering him with the quilt, I touched his forehead and had a high fever.
I wanted to get him a wet towel to compress it, but I slipped out of the bed and grabbed her with one hand.
Chi Yan opened his eyes and said weakly: "Don't go." ”
Rong Qi's heart collapsed.
Squatting, leaning next to him, comforting him: "I'm not leaving, I'll go get you a towel and cold medicine." ”
Because of the squatting posture, the fabric on the chest slipped down a little, and the alluring white was clearly visible.
Chi Yan closed his eyes fiercely and said in a muffled voice: "Then you go." ”
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officially entered the crew for filming, and two days ago I said that the filming location was Akiyama, which is near the North Pole. The people in Jingzhou were talking about not coming to a heavy snow to cover the mountains or something, and Rongqi rewarded a scolding emoji.
Later, though, she really wanted to give each of the crows a mallet.
As soon as the crew entered the mountain, the heavy snow was wanton, and then, a group of people were sealed on the autumn mountain.
Defenseless.
Last night's snow curtain was obviously full of energy, living up to expectations in exchange for a beautiful scenery, light gray clouds overlapped layer by layer, the plane trees planted on both sides of the long street covered with snow, the sound of the wind that can only be heard in the forest rises and falls, the mountain is cold and the water is cold, and the avenue is silent.
Rong Qi thought of the ink painting hanging in the corridor, and he didn't know who gave Rong Shiyu as a gift, which was similar to the one in front of him.
The end of the south is beautiful, and the snow is floating in the clouds.
Akiyama is a famous scenic spot, and there are not a few people who come to visit these days, so the hotel is full, and the price has doubled.
Lin Wei is responsible for the arrangement of the entire crew, and this kind of thing is trivial to her.
Rong Qi held a thermos cup and stood under the ancient wooden corridor, hiding from the mountain wind blowing from high in the sky, half of his face buried in a fluffy scarf.
Stretching out her hand, the fluttering snowflakes landed on her palm, stayed for a few breaths, and turned into ice water.
It was almost dark, twilight was rising, and there was a cold wave in the air.
Rong Qi stepped on the snow under his feet, and the scattered snow particles rattled in the forest.
The snow has stopped, and many people on the road come out to enjoy the snow, and there is a little fireworks.
She looked for the sign and came to Nanyin Temple, which was hidden in the mountains and forests. The yellow wall and vermilion tile stand majestically, making people feel respect, the sound of bells and drums echoes in the air, and the mountain is bright and pure.
In the scent of Buddha, Rong Qi saw the beautiful man again.
He was alone, standing in the main hall, looking at the Bodhisattva sitting on the top with kind eyebrows, the hall leaned on the incense candle palm lamp, very bright, the surrounding ink swallowed his back, lonely and boundless.
Rong Qi greedily wanted to look at those eyes again, just wanted to see ......
The figure moved, stepped over the threshold and walked in, the candlelight flickering a little.
She didn't rush to speak, but knelt on the fan first,
After getting up, I looked back at him, "Does Mr. also believe in Buddhism?" ”
Getting closer, Rong Qi finally saw his appearance clearly, the three thousand in the world are stunning, but he can't reach the person in front of him, an inch of autumn waves, there are not many pearls in Qianhu, and his eyebrows are picturesque.
We've not seen it.
This sentence stuck in her mouth, she was not sure, but the man in front of her always gave her the feeling of an acquaintance.