ught his own container for his meal. 

The two of them didn't speak to each other.
Ji Xiaotao felt a bit awkward and asked Yuan Ye, “Brother Ye, have you eaten? Do you want a biscuit? He has a bit of a cold, so drinking soup will help him sweat it out.”

Yuan Ye nodded and said, “I've already eaten, don't worry about me.”

Ji Xiaotao then said, “Brother Ye, give me your things.
I'll arrange a room for you.”

Yuan Ye glanced at Fang Shaoyi.
He did seem to have a cold, with a slightly red nose.
He asked Ji Xiaotao, “Are you guys staying here for the night?”

“Yeah, we've been staying in the village.
It's too far from the city, so we didn't bother.”

Yuan Ye handed his luggage to Ji Xiaotao, who took it.
Yuan Ye had nothing else in his hands, so he stood to the side and watched Fang Shaoyi drink his soup. 

The scene was a bit comical.
All three of them were standing there, but no one was really talking.
Ji Xiaotao would occasionally say a few words, but the other two didn't even make eye contact. 

Yuan Ye didn't even know why he was there in the first place.
He hadn't thought much about it before coming, but since he had to film the show tomorrow, he couldn't keep coming from two different places every time. 

Since he was already here, he might as well act the part.
But now that he was standing next to Fang Shaoyi, he felt like he shouldn't have come at all.

When there was a camera in front of them, pointed right at their faces, they could still say something.
But without that layer of lens, they had nothing to say to each other. 

Halfway through the pot of soup, Fang Shaoyi couldn't drink anymore.
He had already had two cups of hot water and his stomach was full.
That afternoon, Fang Shaoyi had a performance to shoot.
If there was no performance, he would just sleep in the car. 

Yuan Ye squatted next to the director, listening to their heated debate with the screenwriter.
Fang Shaoyi had worked with this director before, and Yuan Ye had followed the crew then.
They were both familiar with the director and screenwriter. 


The two of them held different opinions, discussing whether the ending for the male character should be one where he died or not.
Yuan Ye squatted next to them, smoking and occasionally passing them a cigarette.
It was quite interesting to listen to. 

“Little Yuan, what do you think?” The director suddenly called out to him. 

Yuan Ye was taken aback and laughed, “What can I say? I haven't even read the script, I don't know the background.” 

Director Xin looked at him, raising an eyebrow in dissatisfaction.
“You were always the first to read the script for Shaoyi's plays.
What are you afraid of? Tell me, I want to hear your thoughts.”

Yuan Ye paused his smoking motion and shook his head seriously.
“Director Xin, I really haven't seen this one.”

Shaoyi's last collaboration with Director Xin was four years ago.
At that time, they had to improvise and change the script on the spot every day, and Yuan Ye was often involved.
He and the director often had the same ideas but would argue with the screenwriter.
Yuan Ye was straightforward and said whatever was on his mind, not afraid to offend anyone.

The screenwriter laughed on the side.
“Hey, you two, don't mess around.
You don't seem to be getting along.
Behave yourselves and don't cause any trouble.” 

In this circle, everyone is a savvy person.
Those who can't see through things won't survive in this circle.
Fang Shaoyi has no free time this year, he lives on the set and never goes home.
They also don't see Yuan Ye come over to visit him.

Director Xin and Screenwriter Liu have been working together for almost twenty years.
Fang Shaoyi's father has a close relationship with them, so whether it's for Fang Han's sake or Fang Shaoyi's own, these veteran screenwriters and directors look at Fang Shaoyi and Yuan Ye like they would a younger relative.
They would speak to them like this, but would never do so if it were another young couple.

Yuan Ye nodded and said, “Okay, I'm listening, Liu-laoshi!”

The director smiled and said to him, “Liu-laoshi is doing this for your own good, don't resent it.” 

“No way, no way,” Yuan Ye quickly shook his head.
“How would I ever?”

Ji Xiaotao put Yuan Ye's things in the room next to theirs, another room in the same courtyard, but it only had space for things, no bed.
Normally, he and Fang Shaoyi each had a single bed, but that night he gave his bed to Yuan Ye and went to squeeze into someone else's room.

Yuan Ye looked at the two rooms and didn't say much.
He couldn't possibly go out and sleep with someone else, that would make people think all sorts of things.
Who knows, they might even say that the assistant was trying to push him out of his position. 


There was no need to be so pretentious and insist on going back to the city to stay.
Everyone was tired, so there was no need to fuss around at this hour.

So Yuan Ye nodded and said, “Okay, thank you, Xiaotao.” 

At night, Fang Shaoyi and Yuan Ye lay on their respective beds, not saying a word.
Yuan Ye could hear Fang Shaoyi coughing with a muffled voice, coughing so much that his throat became hoarse.

Yuan Ye reached for his phone and sent a WeChat message to Ji Xiaotao: “Did he take his medicine tonight?”

Ji Xiaotao replied: “I gave it to him, but I don't know if he took it or not!”

Ji Xiaotao added: “Why don't you ask him!”

Yuan Ye replied: “Okay.”

Yuan Ye put down his phone and tucked it under his pillow.
He turned over and faced the wall, not looking towards Fang Shaoyi's direction.
He cleared his throat and spoke up: “Brother Yi, did you forget to take your medicine?”

“I took it,” Fang Shaoyi replied after a few seconds of silence.
His voice was hoarse as he asked, “Did I disturb your rest?” 

In the darkness, Yuan Ye furrowed his brow and rested his arm on his head.
“No, I just feel like you're uncomfortable,” he said. 

After that, the room fell silent.
No one spoke, and no one coughed.
Yuan Ye couldn't hear Fang Shaoyi coughing anymore.
He wanted to turn over, but it was too quiet, and he didn't want to make too much noise. 

A long time passed, or maybe it just felt like a long time but had only been a few minutes, when Yuan Ye heard Fang Shaoyi speak again.
His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of mocking laughter. 

In the darkness, it grated against Yuan Ye's ears like sandpaper, wearing away at his heart. 

“Can you still feel how uncomfortable I am?” 

“Can you?”

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