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Chapter 422 He's crying, can I not comfort him?
An Xiaoyue was completely confused. "What kind of script is worth her wasting away like this?"
What script?
Putting aside the confidentiality agreement, it also involves the personal privacy of Sister Zhenzhen and Teacher Xingzi.
“It’s a script that’s very challenging for her,” Soybean replied ambiguously.
An Xiaoyue is such a smart person; as soon as she heard Da Dou's answer, she knew that Da Dou had asked a question she shouldn't have asked.
"I understand, I'll go there after get off work."
DouDou was incredibly grateful that Mrs. Fu was willing to come.
"Thank you, Mrs. Fu. I really had no other choice. Sister Zhenzhen listens to you the most, so I could only think of asking you for help."
An Xiaoyue returned to her desk, a vague unease creeping into her heart.
Zhen Zhen was so engrossed in her work that she forgot to eat and sleep.
She opened the "Four Seasons of Prosperity" group chat, and the chat history hadn't been updated in three days.
At that time, Zhong Lingxi posted a photo of herself in a wedding dress.
It is said that the wedding dress and jewelry were designed by a famous French designer.
The unique design is indeed stunningly beautiful.
After Lingxi put it on, she exuded a noble and elegant charm, and her temperament changed instantly.
With such a beautiful wedding dress, jewelry, and shoes, how could the beauty-loving Zhenzhen remain silent?
It's really strange.
Zhen Zhen's studio is still focused on New Year's Eve greetings to fans.
An Xiaoyue was even more curious: what kind of script could make Zhen Zhen so indifferent to life?
Zhen Zhen, who was usually very lively, suddenly became quiet.
Is he planning to secretly cultivate his skills to win an Oscar?
No, I'll go to Zhenzhen's house after get off work to find out what's going on.
An Xiaoyue put down her phone and sped up her typing.
She didn't want to leave work before finishing her ward rounds.
I'll have to stay and work overtime then.
In the office, everyone was busy with their own work.
Time flies when you get busy.
It felt like just yesterday that it was time to leave work.
While waiting for the elevator, An Xiaoyue sent a message to Fu Shengyang.
Honey, I'm going to Zhenzhen's house tonight. I'll be right back after dinner.
Fu Shengyang: [Remember to come back early. The dress and accessories have been sent to the house. It's a lucky dress; you'll have to help me pick one out. And... I need you, my darling wife!]
An Xiaoyue: [Okay, okay, I'm off tomorrow.]
Her internship in cardiac surgery is over, and she's going to switch to a new department.
Before I knew it, my semester-long internship was coming to an end.
From initial enthusiasm, torment, and thoughts of giving up, to the current tranquility.
Time, indeed, will dilute everything and soothe everything.
Ji Yubai and Zhong Lingxi's wedding was originally planned for the spring.
But Lingxi's belly was getting bigger and bigger, and she couldn't wait until spring when the flowers bloomed.
After discussing it, the two families decided to hold the wedding after the Spring Festival.
Therefore, compared to previous Spring Festivals, An Xiaoyue is full of expectations for this year's Spring Festival.
Moreover, both Teacher Zhou and Teacher Zhong will be coming to Beijing, so Mom will be able to meet her best friend, and the days of shopping and eating with her best friend will begin again.
We arrived at the entrance of Zhenzhen's residential compound after a series of green lights.
Today went very smoothly.
Just as she was feeling sentimental, An Xiaoyue suddenly realized that her right eyelid had stopped twitching.
She parked the car in Zhenzhen's yard, took two boxes each of cherries and stewed bird's nest from the trunk, and handed them to DouDou who was waiting at the door.
"You and Zhenzhen share it. Tell me when you're done eating, and I'll bring you more. There's plenty for you."
An Xiaoyue thought that since Doudou was taking care of Zhenzhen every step of the way, he needed to replenish his body with bird's nest.
Looking at the box in his hand, Doudou thought, "Mrs. Fu is so generous."
"Thank you, Mrs. Fu."
"Don't be so polite, just call me Xiaoyue."
"Okay, sure," DouDou readily agreed.
An Xiaoyue didn't see Zhen Zhen in the living room. "Where is Zhen Zhen?"
"Mrs. Fu, please come with me."
Zhenzhen's home remains as clean and simple as ever.
“When Sister Zhenzhen is thinking about her role, she likes to be in the sunroom.”
Pushing open the back gate, An Xiaoyue was captivated by the view before her.
Although the outdoor temperature is low, the sunset at the sea-view room is uniquely beautiful.
The sky was a dusky yellow, and the sea shimmered.
The bright lights reflected Zhenzhen's figure on the glass.
An Xiaoyue could tell at a glance that Zhen Zhen had lost a lot of weight.
Her defined jawline and long neck conveyed a sense of sorrow and numbness.
She rolled the script into a cylinder, held it in her hand, and muttered to herself.
They look like they're reciting their lines.
An Xiaoyue didn't go up to disturb her. "Doudou, you go ahead and do your work. I'll wait for her here."
She sat down on a deck chair and admired the beautiful sunset.
Time flies, and I travel back and forth between the hospital and Fuyuan every day, working day after day.
At this moment, there is a chance to watch the sunset.
An Xiaoyue felt a brief moment of peace.
The setting sun gilded the horizon with a layer of gold...
As dusk fell, the streetlights in the backyard came on.
The sound of the door opening reached An Xiaoyue's eyes, and she met the gaze of the person who came out of the sunroom.
Zhen Zhen walked up to her under her gaze.
"Xiaoyue, when did you arrive?"
"Not long after."
"You didn't even call me."
"I can't see such a beautiful sunset from my home, so I watched it a little longer."
Zhen Zhen smiled, not believing her words at all.
What could Xiaoyue, who is doted on by her whole family, not have?
"Why did you decide to come here?"
"Grandpa said your foot has almost recovered, so I came to see it."
She had just confirmed by observing Zhen Zhen's gait that Zhen Zhen had indeed recovered.
An Xiaoyue didn't say that she came over because Doudou called her.
Otherwise, Zhenzhen would definitely say soybeans.
From then on, DouDou dared not tell her about Zhen Zhen's situation anymore.
"Thanks to Grandpa Leng's unique recipe, my bones have healed and I no longer need crutches."
The two talked as they returned to the living room together.
"The fracture is healed, but how come you've lost so much weight?" An Xiaoyue asked, feigning ignorance. "Did all the nutrients go to your bones?"
Zhen Zhen laughed at her, "You talk as cutely as Xiao Huahua."
"I've been spending too much time with her, and I caught it from her."
"I'm about to join the film crew, and the role requires me to be very thin, so I have to control my appearance," Zhen Zhen explained casually, but it was true.
What role is it?
Zhen Zhen's eyes twitched almost imperceptibly, as if she had a fishbone stuck in her throat.
A few seconds later, she said:
"The story of a girl who was molested, went astray, returned to the right path, and gradually walked into the sunlight."
In just a few seconds, An Xiaoyue understood that the role was putting a lot of pressure on Zhen Zhen.
As for where the pressure comes from.
She didn't need to analyze it excessively; she could already tell from Zhen Zhen's expression.
Since Zhen Zhen didn't say anything, she pretended not to know.
An Xiaoyue cleverly changed the subject, "If you join the film crew now, will you still be able to attend Lingxi's wedding?"
“This role is very challenging. I don’t want to be disturbed by the outside world. I will not leave the film and television base until filming is over.”
"Okay, we'll wait for you to finish filming."
"Show me a picture of the lucky baby. I haven't seen him in so long."
An Xiaoyue took out her phone and shared videos of Lucky's recent period with Zhen Zhen.
Lucky is now over six months old. After he learned to roll over, he has a wider range of activities and is more active.
Until the end of dinner, An Xiaoyue did not say a single word to advise Zhen Zhen to take care of her health.
As she left, she sent a message to DouDou, who looked worried.
She just needs our support; let her do it. I know people who are psychologists and nutritionists; feel free to contact me if she needs anything.
DouDou was puzzled. "Didn't I say nothing? How did Mrs. Fu know that we needed a psychologist?"
How can the differences between people be so vast?
Even Mrs. Fu couldn't do anything about Zhen Zhen. All she could do was provide logistical support, ensuring that Zhen Zhen ate well, drank well, and slept comfortably.
When An Xiaoyue returned home, both father and son were on Lucky's bed.
Lucky is holding her baby bottle and drinking milk with her back to her father.
Fu Shengyang was looking at his phone, his brows furrowed.
An Xiaoyue quietly sat down on the edge of the bed and asked him in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
“Your son needs to get vaccinated, but look at his attitude towards his father.”
Fu Shengyang pursed his lips, clearly displeased that Xingyun had her back to him.
"If he cries tomorrow, can I not comfort him?"
An Xiaoyue's smile was full of helplessness.
Now that you're a father, why are you complaining about your son?