HuaYu: The most muscular director in history!

12 month 10 day.

There's one month left until Yifei wraps up filming, twenty days until the album goes on sale, and fifty days until the Spring Festival.

Unfortunately, Xiang Nan fell ill.

302, a building inside Jimen.

The cold wind, carrying snowflakes, darted about everywhere. When blocked by the balcony window, the snowflakes turned into tiny water droplets and dripped down. A faint musty smell lingered in the house, and it hadn't completely dissipated even after several months.

The bedroom was quiet, but some noises came from the living room and kitchen.

Xiang Nan lay on his back on the living room sofa with his legs bent, wrapped tightly in three quilts, with a hot water bottle between his two big feet.

He was pale, with a hot towel on his head and a flip phone clipped to his ear.

"Mom, I'm really, cough cough, really fine. I have an assistant taking care of me."

"Come over? No, no, it's too far away, and it's still snowing here in Beiping."

"The house's finished, and you want me to go back and inspect it? Cough cough cough, no, no need..."

……

Ten minutes later, Xiang Nan hung up the phone, still pondering the conversation he had just had.

Are you asking me to inspect it? Maybe you're thinking about the wedding house again?

Good heavens, by next year I'll be able to buy a three-courtyard siheyuan!

The old man's mind just can't stay still. He should go home for the winter vacation and celebrate the New Year. There's nothing much to do in Kyoto anyway.

"Brother Nan, get up and drink some hot water."

Feng Man's voice rang out, and she was holding a black thermos in her hands.

Xiang Nan finally got rid of that enamel mug, which he had bought from a convenience store for three yuan and fifty cents and had been with him for more than half a year.

He took the hot water and capsule, tilted his head back, and swallowed them in one gulp.

"Gulp, gulp..."

The hot water dispelled much of the chill in my body.

"Thank you, Feng Man. I'll have to trouble you to take care of me."

"What are you saying?" Feng Man took the cup, screwed the lid on for him, and said softly, "You're my boss, and you've been very kind to me. Speaking of which, I'm actually your older sister."

"Um……"

Xiang Nan hummed in response and then fell silent. He lay back on the sofa, staring at the stark white ceiling, and soon his eyelids began to droop.

Feng Man touched the towel on Xiang Nan's head and saw that it was still warm, then turned around and found a sofa to sit down.

Although Xiang Nan had a fever, it wasn't from Fei Dian; rather, it was from overwork that caused him to fall ill and then be exposed to cold air.

Fortunately, it's quite easy to treat; all you need to do is rest.

"Motorola--"

The phone rang again, and Xiang Nan woke up with a start. After realizing it was his phone ringing, he writhed in bed for a moment before moving the phone from the hot water bottle to his ear.

"Feed?"

"Big blockhead! Hehe, hehehe..."

As Yifei's clear, sweet voice rang out, Xiang Nan's eyelids twitched, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

"What brings you to call me?"

"Me? I've been hiding it from my mom... Wait, why is your voice so hoarse?"

"No...cough cough cough! I'm fine!"

The soft, childlike voice on the phone suddenly became urgent, "You call this nothing? You're coughing so loudly, do you have a cold, or...?"

On the other end of the phone, Yifei lay on the big bed in the RV, her eyes reddening as she spoke.

She remembers that she had a disagreement with Da Mutou because of her mother's wariness. Just as she was about to apologize to Da Mutou, he called her and told her to be careful about the epidemic!

Now Mom doesn't dislike Xiang Nan anymore, and she herself... Please don't be Fei Dian, you blockhead!

"I just caught a cold a few days ago, cough cough, I was exhausted from running around doing promotional events."

"Really?"

Yifei frowned slightly; she was a little incredulous.

Xiang Nan is a calm and composed person. Such people usually shoulder their burdens themselves and never complain.

"Really, Little Pudding, I..."

Send me a photo!

"what?"

Yifei held her phone in both hands, glanced at the car door, and repeated, "Take a picture for me, um... to prevent you from using old photos, you have to make a peace sign!"

"what?"

"What?! The peace sign looks great!"

There was a long silence on the phone before Yifei heard a faint "okay".

"That's settled then. You have five minutes. I'm hanging up!"

She hung up the phone after saying that.

As is widely known, phone calls and internet access cannot be used simultaneously.

"Beep beep beep—"

Before five minutes had passed, a new photo appeared in my QQ account.

"what?"

Yifei blinked, and after clicking on the photo, her face inexplicably turned red.

In the photo, Xiang Nan is making a "V" sign with his left hand, and the dim lighting makes his features look even more masculine.

But you can definitely tell that she's sick.

His face already had a somewhat British look, with deeper-set eyes than the average Chinese person. But after he fell ill, his eyes became even more sunken, making him look like he was on his deathbed.

"Why do you look so haggard?"

Yifei's face showed heartache, but seeing that Xiang Nan was indeed not in the ward, she felt relieved and immediately called him again.

"Feed?"

"Xiang Nan, did you take your cold medicine?"

"have eaten."

"Where's the hot water? My mom said to drink more hot water if I have a stomachache."

Xiang Nan's lips twitched in the living room, thinking to himself, "Do you have to tell me everything?"

He still replied to her, "I drank it, and now I'm snuggled up in bed. I believe I'll feel better soon."

He paused, as if remembering something, and took out his phone to check the time.

It's almost noon? Oh no! It's about to start!

"Little Pudding!"

"Huh?"

"Go find a TV and tune it to the movie channel."

"what?"

"obedient."

Yifei, on the other end of the phone, was stunned for a moment. It was the first time she had ever seen Da Mutou so serious.

"Sissi!"

Just then, Liu's mother called out from outside the car window. She chatted with Xiang Nan for a few words and then ended the call.

"Mom!" She quickly went to the car and told her mother what Xiang Nan had instructed.

Liu's mother was clearly thinking of Xiang Nan's words from half a month ago: "I will make you famous all over the country."

"Walk!"

Liu's mother pulled her daughter out of the film set. Ten minutes later, the two arrived at a restaurant, where the TV was playing a movie channel.

At exactly 12 o'clock, after the movie ended, it should have been time to call it a day, but today was a little different...

Another zero-frame start!

Almost exactly twelve o'clock, a burst of gongs, drums, suonas, and firecrackers rang out.

"Yay yeah yeah, yeah yeah oh, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah oh!"

"Congratulations on your fortune! Congratulations on your wonderful life!"

"Please bring over the best..."

Everyone in the room stopped eating and turned to look at the television.

Xiang Nan, dressed in a red overcoat, walked into the frame. Xiang Nan is on the left, and Liu Yifei is on the right.

The latter had her hair tied in two buns, and her big, bright eyes were very eye-catching. She held a couplet in one hand and swayed her head to the rhythm, looking very charming and adorable!

I wish—

Girls All Over the World

Marry a good boy

The two little ones will always be together.

Accompanied by the song, Xiang Nan and Yi Fei on TV even bowed to each other face to face!

A blush instantly crept up Yifei's earlobes. Her red lips parted slightly, her eyes widened, and when she turned her head, she saw that her mother had the same expression!

"Oh no!" Yifei's face fell instantly.

"I think, waaaaah, I'm really going to become famous all over the country!"

"It's still the literal meaning! Hmm..."