Nowadays, it is easy to daydream, but you should not indulge in it too much as nothing is more practical than drinking more water and eating more rice.
Yan Huan had left them many scripts. Together with Luo Lin, they had picked out one script and was ready to begin shooting. No matter what happened, the company must not stop here. Fortunately, Yan Huan had left so many scripts behind that they could still churn out productions for the next four to five years.
However, what she did not know was that those scripts were indeed intended to last for a few more years. Based on the current filming situation, everything should run smoothly, at least within these few years. As for a few years later, Lin Lang would already have its own capability to produce its own scripts.
“How’s today?” Opening the door, Yi Ling put her bag aside and went straight to the sickbed to put her hand on Yan Huan’s forehead. Fortunately, Yan Huan’s body temperature was not very high and still considered normal. After making sure of that, only did she withdraw her hand. The thing she was most afraid of right now was Yan Huan coming down with a fever.
Even a normal person will be helpless in the face of the cold, let alone an invalid. Not to mention that Yan Huan is currently far from a mere invalid, as there is not much difference between her and the living dead now. Mess up just once more, and she will be as good as gone.
“Quite good.” A nurse came over to scribble something on the medical record while answering Yi Ling’s question. There was nothing that warrants immediate medical attention, as both her heartbeat and body temperature were stable.
That’s great. Yi Ling let out a heavy sigh. She sat down to rest her feet, which were so tired that they would give out at any time. Initially, she had wanted to wait until Little Lei turned three years old before returning to work, but now it appeared that she did not have time to wait for that to happen.
“That Lu Qin is really despicable.” After sitting down, she wasted no time in conversing with Yan Huan, and of course, it was full of complaints. “He really thought that Linlang belongs to him now that Lu Yi is gone. I can see that he is just waiting for someone to deliver Linlang into his waiting hands. There were people who asked him about his work arrangements after taking over Linlang, and he actually dared to speak about that.”
Yi Ling recalled Lu Qin’s face when he was having the interview on television, and suddenly had the urge to throw up.
“He said something about not changing the general workflow of Linlang, but he will be inclined to invest in high quality films and also boldly use the new talents in the industry and such. There is no need for him to say these out loud.”
Yi Ling sulked unhappily. Most of the actors and actresses that Linlang had been employing were originally fresh talent in the industry. As for those veterans like Liang Chen, who was already an international actress, they were just working for Linlang for the sake of showing respect for Yan Huan. As for Lu Qin… So sorry to say this, but who are you? Nobody cares about you.
“Huanhuan, seriously, I have seen so many shameless people before, but it is nearly impossible to find someone as shameless as Lu Qin.”
She sat there and ranted for a long time, jabbering on and on. She rambled on for nearly one hour and a half, as she would not feel tired of talking anyway. As for her listener, who was not actually capable of hearing what she said; it was impossible for that person to give her a response even if she was annoyed by the constant babbling.
Yi Ling gently caressed Yan Huan’s hair. “Your hair has grown long, I think you need a haircut. Let me help you trim it so that you will feel more comfortable. Yup, tomorrow then. We’ll wait until Lu Yi’s final seventh day of mourning is over, and I will come here again to give you a haircut.”
Oh, time really flies. Even Lu Yi’s final seventh day after his death is almost over. Once that day is over, it means that the person has really left us forever.
“Huanhuan, you have to wake up soon. Go and visit him, okay?” Yi Ling’s heart ached to see Yan Huan like this, she also felt the same for Lu Yi. “Do you know that he’s alone inside that ice-cold grave, and yet his remains aren’t even buried there?”
“I think you’re the person that he wants to see the most. Can you wake up soon and visit him?”
She kept on talking, not knowing whether or not Yan Huan was capable of hearing her. The response she received in return was still the same, Yan Huan was just breathing as usual. There was no change in expression, movement or sound, there was nothing. She was just a woman who was asleep, but also a woman who would die in her sleep soon.
“I’ll wash your hair first. Your hair is so oily.” Yi Ling ran her hand through Yan Huan’s hair, and could feel the grease accumulating on it. She then stood up and rolled up her sleeves, heading out to get water.
Now that her voice was no longer resounding around the room, silence fell. The setting sun from the distant horizon was still crimson red, and the glow of the sunset had spread over half the sky. Even the sunlight appeared to be red.
The woman who was lying on the sickbed remained motionless. She was still breathing, but she had no thoughts.
As the minutes ticked by… her eyelashes seemed to be fluttering slightly. Tears rolled out from the corners of her eyes and dripped into the pillow, never to be seen again.
Nobody knew, and nobody saw it as well.
In their minds, she was still in a coma, a living dead who did not have any thought and was just waiting for her death.
The door opened again, and Yi Ling came in with a basin of water. After placing the basin on a nearby chair, she once again rolled up her sleeves. As she felt that it would hinder her movements, she decided to take off her outerwear. Then, she did some stretching to help loosen her tense shoulders.
“Okay, Huanhuan, we will start washing your hair. Don’t worry, I know you love your hair the most, so I will make sure that not even one strand of your hair will be shed.”
Just when she was about to call for a nurse to come over and help, someone came in.
It was Ye Xinyu.
“Just in time. Xinyu, come over here and help me.” She waved at Ye Xinyu, gesturing for him to come over. “I want to wash Huanhuan’s hair. It’s getting dirty.”
“Okay.” Ye Xinyu put the flowers that he brought along on a table and promptly came over to help out. He was a well-built guy and had great strength. Recently, he would come over every day to watch over his cousin’s wife when he had nothing else to do. Thus, he was the one who did all the dirty and heavy work, as he did not mind getting dirty or tired either. He had certainly matured so much in a short period of time.
Yi Ling ordered Ye Xinyu to hold Yan Huan up as she placed the basin on a chair. She washed Yan Huan’s hair with lots of care, even using the hair shampoo that Yan Huan had liked the most.
Ye Xinyu’s eyes turned red again, as he felt the sadness well up within himself. Yi Ling patted his shoulder and said, “Alright, stop crying. You are a real man, why are you crying all day long?”
“Men only weep when deeply grieved.”
Ye Xinyu wiped his face and held back his tears, but he was still very sad. A cousin who had grown up together with him was already gone, while that cousin’s wife who had saved his life before ended up like this. How could he not be sad?
Although Ye Xinyu and Lu Yi were only cousins, they were actually closer than any pair of biological brothers. In fact, Lu Yi was practically his biological brother.
“You need to grow up first. You are not even a man now, aren’t you?” Yi Ling chided as she washed Yan Huan’s hair carefully. “Right, it’s time for you to grow up, as both the Ye and Lu families will be dependent on you in the future. How can you expect people to respect you if you’re frequently behaving like a sissy who likes to throw tantrums and cry? You are not even as manly as I was back then.”
