597
Jiang Ran’s condition worsened in the afternoon. He kept coughing incessantly.
In my opinion, this was his karma for sneak-kissing me.
Despite saying so, I still fed him medicine. I even worried that he would kick the bucket if he couldn’t breathe properly, getting the doctor to bring a ventilating machine in.
Jiang Ran spent half of it barely conscious and the rest of it asleep. After making sure that his condition had stabilised, I then sprawled across the table, dozing off.
598
When I awoke, Jiang Ran was still in a deep sleep.
I stared at the even white mist dispersing on his oxygen mask for a moment, unwittingly recalling the details of the days that we knew each other.
And something important suddenly occurred to me.
Three months had passed. Which meant that laozi’s confinement in the little black room was about to expire.
Yes, that’s right! I, Mo Shuyao, number 1 famous parody mashup bro of the broken platform, am about to return to glory!
Warsong, rise up!
599
I hurriedly logged into my alternate account. Sure enough, my millions of sand-sculpture fans had already started celebrating in great fervour.
Wahahaha, let Old Mo lead the charge with my heroic comeback~
600
As the saying goes, where you fall down is where you have to climb back up from.
I, Mo Shuyao, will never trip up on the same person twice.
Since I was reported by Jiang Ran’s bastard fans, then I have to find a way to enlist their hearts.
This time, I won’t make parody mashups; I will analyse the work that had turned Jiang Ran into a film emperor—no one can hate on me for that, right?
Hehe, I’m really such a cunning little devil~
601
I got my agent to help me bring all my equipment over.
He was doubtful. “Brother Shuyao, did you accept a commission?”
“Not really, just cutting a video.”
My agent didn’t let up. He came up close to ask me, “Is it a video for our President Jiang?”
I helplessly nodded my head.
Yet, he was beyond excited, pulling my hand. “That’s great. Brother Shuyao’s so talented and skilled. With you as his exclusive editor, all other stars are crying in envy.”
“……” I was speechless.
602
As a qualified industry insider of film and television, it was only natural that I had watched the work that had shot Jiang Ran to fame, even contributing to the box office with my second and third rewatches.
It was because his acting technique was too damn dope.
So much so that it came as no surprise to me when he was eventually crowned as the film emperor at last year’s Golden Awards.
603
I opened the video.
The film was called A Fair Wind, about going against organised crime.
Jiang Ran acted as a character who was brought up by his father. In the course of repeated life-and-death encounters, he gradually moved from learning about the truth to cooperating with the police. During his conflict with his father, he found that his father actually had no choice but to get involved in the triad, and was in fact being manipulated by someone else. To gain the trust of the big boss, he resolutely shot his own father, ultimately infiltrating the triad to take down the enemy at the cost of his own life.
In terms of plot, the film was of the highest calibre, and Jiang Ran further raised its quality, acting out the protagonist’s life in shackles with utmost finesse.
As a parody mashup granny who has cut three years of trash films and swallowed down all its poison, watching this film moved me to tears.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
This is the ray of hope for the domestic film industry!
604
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…Why did his tone sound as sour as grapes.
I didn’t want to agitate a patient, so I firmly shook my head. “No, I’m watching the film that made you famous.”
Jiang Ran’s gaze jolted. “Mine? Are you talking about The Fair Wind?”
“Yeah.” I turned the screen towards him. “I’m making…”
Geez, I spoke too fast and almost gave myself away.
I paused for a beat, finding an excuse, then said with a straight face, “I’m learning from you.”
605
A smile suddenly emerged on Jiang Ran’s pasty pale face.
After staring at me for a few seconds, he slowly said, “Do you think it’s a good film?”
“Nonsense, I, Mo Shuyao, never watch trashy films.”
The moment the words left my tongue, I felt my face ache.
I dedicated three years to cutting trashy films on the broken platform.
My eyes have almost gone blind.
606
Jiang Ran looked somewhat in a daze as he stared at the screen. He mumbled in a low voice, “This was the first film I starred in. There are many places where I was lacking, I didn’t expect to win an award for it.”
“Don’t be so humble. I can see the entire crew’s sincerity throughout the whole film.” I picked up the laptop and moved to the bedside. I pulled the progress bar to the end. “Especially in the final showdown. Your emotional outburst was very nuanced.”
He chuckled. “Thank you.”
“How old were you when you shot this?”
“Around 22.”
I stared at the screen for a long time. “So young? Did someone owe you a few hundred million dollars for you to be able to act out such a deep resentment?”
“No,” Jiang Ran sighed. He leaned against the bed, looking at me quietly. “Actually, I have a lot of similarities to the role that I was portraying. Only, when I acted in this film, there was already a wind that had sent me away from that place.”
His gaze was calm, like the surface of an untouched lake, tranquil and far-reaching.
I unplugged the earphone cord and pushed the laptop between the two of us. “Let’s watch it together.”
607
Time passed in this manner. All of a sudden, his agent rushed in. “What are you two doing? I called so many times but you didn’t answer, I almost died of anxiety!”
At this, I raised my head only to find that the sky had already turned to dusk.
He stomped up in a furious rage, looked at Jiang Ran, then at me. He gathered his composure. “Oh! You’re watching a movie! Sorry for intruding, really, pardon me.”
Before I could react, he already placed the plastic bags down on the table.
“I brought dinner. Once you eat your fill you will have the energy to do proper business. However, President Jiang is still sick, so don’t hold it against him, Brother Shuyao.” With that, he slinked away like he had butter smeared under his feet. I could even hear him mumbling, “How troublesome, they didn’t even hang up a ‘please do not disturb’ sign.”
Huh??
Buddy, what on earth is your mind thinking?
608
Nevertheless, I started to feel hungry at the smell of food, getting up to pounce towards the stack of food.
His agent had prepared fish and meat for me, whereas Jiang Ran only had a bowl of congee.
“Are you only having this?” I frowned. “You’re already in such bad shape, don’t you know how to give your body the proper supplements?”
Jiang Ran took the congee, sighing gently. “I don’t have much appetite now, I won’t tire of it.”
“That’s true, after all, your fever hasn’t gone down yet.”
My heart twinged slightly when I said this. With him in such a state, who knows when he’ll get better.
I swiftly polished off the food, then went out to find a doctor to hang another IV bag to replenish his nutrients for him.
609
After watching the movie, I got up to cut the video.
Jiang Ran pinched my waist. “I want to watch another movie.”
“No way, you’re a patient, it’ll give you a migraine if you stare at the screen for too long.” I righteously slapped his paw away. “Sleep.”
“I’ve already slept the whole day. Or you could chat with me?”
I turned my head over to look at Jiang Ran. His complexion did look much better.
But I wanted to work on the video and didn’t have the leisure to accompany him.
I adjusted the bed down to a horizontal position, opening NetEase Music to pick a bedtime playlist for him, lowering the volume, and placing it by his pillow.
“Listen to music and go to sleep.”
It was all Japanese songs in this playlist. Jiang Ran surely wouldn’t be able to understand a word of it.
I had self-taught myself Japanese. When it reached my wife’s song, I couldn’t resist crooning along.
Jiang Ran smiled. “Alright, I’ll listen to you.”
610
I started to write the skit.
“Only, when I acted in this film, there was already a wind that had sent me away from that place.”
As I worked, Jiang Ran’s words suddenly surfaced in my mind.
I stared at the cluttered text of the skit, recalling the look that Jiang Ran had given me at that moment.
It was very quiet, and very restrained.
My curiosity was suddenly piqued as to what that wind was referring to.
“Jiang…” I whipped my head back towards the sickbed, but he had fallen asleep, his chest undulating in rhythmic motions.
I instantly silenced myself. When I finally turned my head back, the screen had already turned dark.
I eyed myself in the reflection. My hand jolted, the mouse clattering against the table.
Luckily, it didn’t wake Jiang Ran up.
611
After a few days, the video was cut and I got ready to record the voiceover.
Unfortunately, the hospital had too much background noise. Despite scouring around, I was unable to find a suitable place for me to do the recording.
It appeared that I could only do it in the ward.
I was afraid of waking Jiang Ran, so when I recorded, I kept my voice down. Along with the sensational copywriting, I almost cried while reading it.
Hohohoho, was there anything that I, Mo Shuyao, couldn’t do?
I proclaimed myself the sensational little prince; if I’m number 2 in the broken platform, no one would dare claim number 1.
I was just that good!
612
After finishing the whole process, I sent a Weibo to announce to my sand-sculpture fans that I, Mo Shuyao, was back!
Due to the stupidity of the way I dropped my vest the last time, I double and triple checked the account this time, making sure there was no mistake before sharing the video, even taking a few photographs of the process.
Inky Old Mo loves parody mashups √ : You might not believe me if I say this, but I’m actually a content-creator granny for the film section~ I didn’t have any malicious intentions by making the previous parody mashup of Jiang Ran. This time, I’ll use my own method to express my sincerest apologies. An online review by spicy hot Old Mo, because you’re worth it! [image] [image]
Hurhur, bastard Jiang Ran fans, why don’t you quickly scale the wall and surrender to laozi’s charms?
613
After posting the video, as always, I swiped through the comments.
As expected, my fans were going insane:
> Protect our Granddaddy Mo! With his comeback, my barren days are over, we’ll leave no stone unturned!
> Old Mo, you’re actually doing a proper review? Do you intend to expand into the movie camp?? No matter what, we’ll always be your sand-sculpture fans!
Jiang Ran’s fans also flipped over the wall:
> It’s actually my President Jiang’s claim to fame! As your anti turned true love fan, I’ll like, comment, and share this!
> Granny, granny, are you intending to play nice now? JR’s fan club warmly welcomes you!
And so on, so forth.
See that? My reputation white-washing technique is first-rate. Scandals in showbiz turn to dust in my hands.
614
There were also fans who private messaged me:
> TT__TT Old Mo, you’ve changed. Your voice actually sounds so warm and sweet [sobs] Spit it out! In these three months, did you get some lovey-dovey affair behind our backs?
Erm. A lovey-dovey affair is impossible, but being gayed by Jiang Ran until my sexual orientation did a 180-turnaround is real.
Sigh… every time I think of this distressing truth, I can only shake my head at that disappointing, weak lil’ Yao.
What’s so good about Jiang Ran?
In any case, I myself can’t tell.
615
His agent came by again, bringing us stuff for washing up this time.
He asked me, “Brother Shuyao, will you be returning to the guesthouse tonight or accompanying President Jiang?”
Seeing that Jiang Ran still looked unwell, I shrugged. “Stay and accompany him I guess. Laozi is personally certified by the Red Cross, I’m much more capable than you guys.”
His agent was over the moon with joy. He warmly patted my shoulder. “I’ll count on you then. Brother Shuyao is such a good, handsome, and kind man!”
Piss off, what’s with this sweet-talking.
616
I called Jiang Ran up, bringing him to wash up in the washroom.
When we returned, his agent was beaming from ear to ear. “Then, I won’t disturb you anymore. Thanks so much, Brother Shuyao.”
There was a foldable bed that could be pulled out from the cabinet by the bed. This was the only place I could sleep tonight.
When Jiang Ran saw that bed that was short and narrow and solid as rock, he said in a low voice, “Shuyao, will it be comfortable for you to sleep on this tonight? I remember you mentioned that you have an old injury on your lower back?”
“It’s nothing.” I lounged on it. “It’s because I’ve got a bad waist that I need to sleep on hard beds. Otherwise, it’ll be easy to aggravate it.”
Jiang Ran turned over, peeking over at me from the sickbed. “Is the back injury bad?”
“It was still okay at first, but sitting for prolonged periods of time when doing screenplays and writing novels caused it to worsen.”
I felt awkward being stared at by him, so I got up to press him back into the quilts and went to turn off the lights.
While walking back, Jiang Ran helped me turn on the phone flashlight to guide my way.
I could hear the worry in his voice. “I’ve contacted a doctor for you. In another month when we go to Germany to do the scar-removal surgery, shall I bring you by the orthopaedics along the way?”
“Huh?” I was a little touched at first, but when I heard that Jiang Ran wanted to bring me to the orthopaedic department, I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.
“Why are you laughing? I’m being serious.”
“We can discuss this another time.” I was getting a little sleepy and laid back down on the small bed. “Call me up if you’re feeling uncomfortable.”
Jiang Ran turned off the phone flashlight. “I know. Goodnight.”
The author has something to say:
Mutual doting (evenly-matched love) never fails to get to me.
[t/n. Random whim to do a mass update. With any luck I’ll be able to finish this project before my birthday, touch wood. Happy reading~]
MSY laughed when JY mentioned orthopedics, because “German orthopedics” is Chinese net slang for incest.
Thanks for translating!
Ah I see, thanks so much I was wondering about that (bows)
You’re welcome! =)
suddenly remembering the story behind it
😓🤦🙃
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thank you for the mass update! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
Goodnight~
Thank you for the chapter 🤍
yes mutual doting is the best
Thanks for the mass release. ♡
Thank you for the update ❤️
Mo Shuyao got his defense lower and lower, huh?
thanks for the mass update!! mutual pampering with tsundere Mo in the air (♡ω♡ ) ~♪
thanks for the chapter <3