C212 Good Memories

When Meng Lang came back, the washbasin was already filled with hot water. Seeing that the person on the bed was still holding the thermos without moving, he went forward and snatched the food away, screwing on the lid, "If you don't want to eat it, then eat it later. Wash your face first. Look at your face, it's full of dust."

Meng Lang took a towel from the washbasin, wrung out the water, and carefully wiped Luo Mi's face.

He suddenly felt a tightness on his waist. He looked down and saw that Luo Mi was hugging him.

"You said you were going to leave on purpose just now, right? You just wanted to see my reaction. Don't think that I'll be grateful to you just because you did these things for me. Have you forgotten all the bastard things you did to me?" Luo Mi's voice was actually somewhat childish.

Speaking of bastard things, it was actually him who did them to Meng Lang first. Thinking about it, if Meng Lang did not notice that something was wrong with the wine and really drank it, he would implement his plan. The consequences would be unimaginable.

Now, in comparison, if he had really harmed Meng Lang for the sake of Han Dong, then he would really be a bastard.

Thus, he felt that he deserved to be taken revenge by Meng Lang.

"It's rare for you to be so smart. I don't expect you to be grateful to me. Alright, let me go first. Wash your face and eat obediently. I'm tired after working all day and want to sleep."

Luo Mi obediently let go of him, obediently washed his face, and ate. Then, he watched as Meng Lang went out to pour water and wash the thermos.

In a flash, Meng Lang had already climbed onto the bed and squeezed together with him. He got into the same blanket and put his arm around his waist from behind.

"What are you doing?" The effects of the medicine on his body had long dissipated, and Luo Mi no longer had the mood to do that kind of thing.

Meng Lang leaned his head on his shoulder, "I told you I'm not interested in injuries. I just want to sleep. I took good care of you in the cold. Do you want me to sleep on the ground?"

Luo Mi did not say anything else and let him hug him. Only when the breathing behind him became heavier and heavier did he close his eyes.

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After returning from the studio, Qiao Lin did not sleep well that night. In fact, it was more accurate to say that Qin Lang did not sleep well than Qiao Lin. The two of them slept in the same bed and covered themselves with the same blanket. Qin Lang seemed to be cold as he kept crawling into Qiao Lin's arms.

He got out of bed a few times and found a pair of pajamas for Qin Lang to wear. He even took the blanket from the bed next door and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner. However, the person in his arms was still trembling. Sometimes he shouted that he was cold, sometimes he shouted that he was hot. Even through his clothes, he could feel Qin Lang's high body temperature.

During this time, Xu Yun brought Yu back with her. Seeing that Qin Lang was not feeling well, Yu sensibly decided to sleep with Xu Yun in the next room tonight.

It seemed that Qin Lang had been too thin when he left the set. He had caught a cold from the cold in the sub-zero temperature.

It was not good to keep the fever going. He quickly changed his clothes and prepared to go to the pharmacy to buy some cold medicine.

Unable to sleep well in the first place, when Qin Lang heard the rustling sound coming from the room, he reached out his hand to touch the bed. When he realized that there was no one on the bed, he suddenly opened his eyes and saw Qiao Lin standing in front of the bed, folding a wet towel and placing it on his forehead.

The towel that had been soaked in cold water was pressed against his forehead, making Qin Lang feel comfortable. At this moment, he felt hot and wanted to lift the thick blanket on his body, but he was stopped by Qiao Lin, "Cover yourself with it. You have a fever and sweat from your cold. I'll go out and buy you some fever medicine. Tell me, where else do you feel uncomfortable?"

"How could I have a cold?" Qin Lang could not believe that he would catch a cold.

"Why don't you catch a cold? It's such a cold day, yet you're walking in the cold in your thin costume. It would be strange if you didn't catch a cold. No matter how good your body is, it's not made of iron."

Qin Lang moved his body and felt dizzy. His body felt light and weak as if he was sleeping on a ball of cotton. "My head is spinning, my body is weak, and my body is alternating between cold and hot."

He had to admit that he was really sick.

"Then lie down first. I'll go out and buy you some medicine. Don't worry, Yu. He came back before. When he saw that you were not feeling well, he went to sleep with his Aunt Xu."

Qin Lang nodded. His family's Yu was really considerate.

It was so cold outside at night that Qin Lang did not want Qiao Lin to go out. However, when he saw Qiao Lin worrying about him and rushing in and out of the house, he felt very happy and enjoyed it.

"It's cold outside. Wear more and be careful," Qin Lang reminded Qiao Lin.

"Got it." Qiao Lin turned around and walked out of the door.

The reason why Qin Lang caught a cold was because he was too worried about him and forgot about him.

In fact, Qiao Lin knew very well that he was not as weak as Qin Lang thought he was, especially after living alone outside for the past few years. His life had been rough, and his skin and flesh had become rough and thick. On such a hot day, despite the high temperature of nearly 40 degrees Celsius and wearing a thick costume, he had never suffered from a heatstroke before. It was a common occurrence to soak in cold water and mud in the winter, and the crew had taken good care of him today when they were afraid he would change the water to hot water.

The person who was so confident that he thought that he would not catch a cold was actually not as strong as him. Qiao Lin shook his head and smiled as his mind was filled with memories.

He still remembered the time when Qin Lang first came to the cinema city to act as an extra. In less than two months of living with him, he had already suffered from heatstroke three times.

Once, on a hot day in an ancient war scene, Qin Lang played the role of a dead general. Dressed in heavy armor, he lay on the ground for almost an hour. The motionless director thought he was dedicated to his work, but in the end, he fainted from heatstroke.

The second time seemed to be because the clothes were too thick in the hot weather.

Another time it was too hot at night, and they were in the same bed, and the only fan in the room was broken, so the kid fainted again, and in the middle of the night he carried someone to the hospital for first aid, and when he came down the stairs it was too dark, and he fell on the stairs with someone on his back.

Now that he thought about it, at that time, Qin Lang did not have the title of the Silver Screen King, did not have any popularity, and could travel freely. In less than two months, the two of them had left behind many beautiful memories.

Walking out of the hotel, Qiao Lin realized that the weather forecast for today was accurate. It was already snowing outside, and under the orange light from the street lamps on both sides of the road, he looked at the snowflakes that were like feathers flying all over the sky. It seemed that by tomorrow morning, the entire cinema city would be covered in snow.

Considering Qin Lang's current condition, perhaps they would be able to rest again tomorrow after just one day of work.

Qiao Lin put on his coat and walked into the snow, heading towards the pharmacy that was still open on the other side of the road.

When he returned to the hotel, Qiao Lin was not only carrying the medicine but also food in his hands. Inside the house, Qin Lang was already sleeping soundly.

He took away the towel from Qin Lang's forehead, took out a box of fever relief notes from the medicine bag, pasted one on Qin Lang's forehead, and distributed the cold medicine according to the instructions of the pharmacy doctor and the instructions on the medicine box. Then, he poured a cup of boiling water and woke Qin Lang up.

Qin Lang opened his eyes in a daze and was helped up to a sitting position. Then, a take-out box filled with porridge was stuffed into his hand.

"The water is still very hot. Eat some porridge to fill your stomach before taking your medicine."

Qin Lang took the spoon that Qiao Lin handed over in a daze and nodded. He carefully scooped up a spoonful of porridge and just as he was about to feed it to his mouth, his nose, which was not very sensitive after catching a cold, smelled a fragrance.

He turned around and saw Qiao Lin sitting on another bed, eating noodles.

"Darling, aren't you being too mean? I'm eating porridge while you're eating noodles? I want to eat too." The porridge was bland and tasteless. Looking at Qiao Lin's noodles, Qin Lang could not bear to eat it anymore.

"You're sick, so you have to eat something light." Seeing that Qin Lang was still staring at the noodles in his hand, Qiao Lin said as if he was coaxing a child, "Be good, be good. I'll buy you something good to eat when you're better."

"Yes, Sir." Seeing that there was nothing he could do, Qin Lang decided not to torture himself. He turned around and pitifully drank the porridge in his bowl.