Shadow of Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 106 Stiff Neck Point

Maybe it was because I took An Xiaoqian out for a whole night last night, and the night gliding tour consumed too much energy.

After staying in the car for less than half an hour today, she started to catch up on her sleep.

At first, he just slept in Liu Xiaoli's arms, but later he stopped pretending, took off his shoes, and lay down on the back seat.

Fortunately, she is not Da Mimi, so Hu Xiaobei does not have to open the window for fresh air.

(PS: I personally think that the problem occurred because she changed into shoes that were infected with fungi while filming a movie or a commercial. This kind of situation is not uncommon for people in this profession, and the treatment is relatively quick.)
It was still early for lunch, so Hu Xiaobei took out his laptop and started typing to pass the time.

He sat with his back to the car window at a 45-degree angle. On the one hand, it could make some space behind An Xiaoqian, and on the other hand, it could block everyone's view, making it easier for him to use the typing mode later.

When using the coding mode, one can easily code 30,000 to 50,000 words per hour. Of course, the specific number of words that can be typed depends entirely on whether he has a writer's block.

If you type with your own hands, it would be quite impressive if you could type three to five thousand words in an hour.

There is a transparent pad on his laptop keyboard, which not only prevents dirt but also has the effect of reducing noise when typing.

But the laptop's battery only lasts for three or four hours, barely enough to last until lunch time.

In cars of this era, the function of using a car inverter through a cigarette lighter is not yet popular.

Not to mention USB ports, even if they are available, they usually cannot meet the charging needs of laptops.

Fortunately, I can charge the battery at the service area during lunch time, and with An Xiaoqian waking up, it is not realistic to continue typing.

During the time in Jiuzhaigou, eight volumes of "Dialogues with Ancient and Modern Masters' Biographies" totaling 8 million words have been completed.

It lists 24 historical figures:
1. Shang Yang (Warring States Period)
2. Sima Qian (Western Han Dynasty)

3. Cai Lun (Eastern Han Dynasty)
4. Zhang Zhongjing (Eastern Han Dynasty)

5. Wang Xizhi (Eastern Jin Dynasty)

6. Gu Kaizhi (Eastern Jin Dynasty)

7. Zu Chongzhi (Southern and Northern Dynasties)
8. Sun Simiao (Tang Dynasty)
9. Xuanzang (Tang Dynasty)
10. Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)
11. Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
12. Han Yu (Tang Dynasty)
13. Yan Zhenqing (Tang Dynasty)

14. Ouyang Xiu (Northern Song Dynasty)

15. Bao Zheng (Northern Song Dynasty)
16. Su Shi (Northern Song Dynasty)
17. Li Qingzhao (Northern Song-Southern Song)

18. Xin Qiji (Southern Song Dynasty)

19. Wen Tianxiang (Southern Song Dynasty)

20. Zheng He (Ming Dynasty)
21. Shi Naian (late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty)
22. Luo Guanzhong (late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty)

23. Wu Cheng'en (Ming Dynasty)

24. Cao Xueqin (Qing Dynasty)

Although this book has been completed, it is not yet ready to be released to the public, and even the publisher is unaware of it.

Hu Xiaobei has not started writing the novel "Xiu Xian" yet. It's not because he doesn't have time, but because he simply can't put pen to paper.

Anyone who has ever thought about writing a book knows that the hardest part of writing is the first step.

It may keep you stuck for a day, a year, or even a lifetime.

Hu Xiaobei's eyes were blank as he stared out the window. More than two hours passed like this.

Then, as if he was suddenly struck by something, he came to his senses and started typing quickly on the keyboard. It took him only a few dozen minutes to finish the outline of more than 10,000 words.

Before he could show his skills, the battery icon on the laptop screen began to flash, sending an emergency signal that the battery level was less than 40%.

Hu Xiaobei expressed deep regret for this, a hint of relief in his eyes. He could only sigh helplessly and leave the writing task for the afternoon. Just then, An Xiaoqian whimpered and slowly opened her eyes.

She straightened up slightly, rubbed her sleepy eyes with her delicate hands, then touched her neck, frowned slightly, and muttered uncertainly in a half-asleep state, "Hiss... I think I have a stiff neck."

Liu Xiaoli on the left pursed her lips slightly, with concern on her face and a hint of worry in her eyes.

She quickly stretched out her right hand and gently placed it on An Xiaoqian's neck, rubbing it gently while asking softly, "Is it here?

"Yeah, it hurts a little." An Xiaoqian subconsciously shrank her neck, the corners of her mouth trembled slightly, and a look of pain appeared on her face.

Hu Xiaobei didn't bother to turn off the computer and quickly put down the laptop in his hand.

He stretched out his hand, pointed to the Wailaogong and Zhongzhu points on the back of his hand, and said gently, "Use your thumb to rub and stimulate these two points.

It can dredge the meridians, harmonize qi and blood, and relieve neck pain and limited mobility caused by stiff neck."

As he spoke, he slowly demonstrated the key points of the movements, rubbing his fingers rhythmically on the back of his hand.

An Xiaoqian tried a few times but couldn't get it right. She looked at Hu Xiaobei with some suspicion, a hint of anger in her eyes, but she put her hand directly into his arms.

Hu Xiaobei let out a breath helplessly from his nose, shook his head slightly, and then gently held An Xiaoqian's hand.

He gently placed his fingers on the back of her hand, found the Wailaogong and Zhongzhu acupoints, and began to rub them gently.

His movements were slow and with moderate force. As he rubbed, he patiently explained: "Look, this is the spot. Rub gently, preferably with a certain rhythm."

His voice was low and gentle, like a father's concern, and like a spring breeze blowing past An Xiaoqian's ears.

Looking at Hu Xiaobei's focused expression and feeling the warmth from his fingertips, An Xiaoqian felt inexplicably at peace.

She closed her eyes comfortably, enjoying the two people's meticulous care.

After a long while, Hu Xiaobei looked up at An Xiaoqian.

Seeing that she seemed to have relaxed a lot, he asked softly, "How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"

An Xiaoqian slowly opened her eyes, revealing a hint of surprise. She nodded slightly and said softly, "Well, it seems to be much better. Keep going."

Hu Xiaobei patted the back of her hand lightly and said impatiently, "Do it yourself. I've been teaching you for so long, let me see if you've learned it."

At this time, Liu Xiaoli smiled and joked, "This is the first time I've heard of Xiaobei's method. It seems you've studied medicine a lot." There was a hint of curiosity and teasing in her eyes.

While helping An Xiaoqian rub the Zhongzhu acupoint, Hu Xiaobei gestured to her to rub the Wailaogong acupoint herself.

Then he smiled a little embarrassedly and said: In fact, as long as you know more about Chinese medicine, it can help with these small problems.

I'm just learning for fun, and I can't compare to Professor An's family background."

Hearing Hu Xiaobei's words, Liu Xiaoli shook her head slightly, and a complicated look flashed in her eyes.

For some reason, his tone deepened a little: "He only learns theory, it can't be considered a family background."

Having said that, Hu Xiaobei didn't know what to say next. Fortunately, An Xiaoqian interjected and the situation did not become awkward.

After a while, Hu Xiaobei patted the back of An Xiaoqian's hand, released her hand and said, "Okay, it should be almost done. Try moving it again."

An Xiaoqian also let go of her hand and gently turned her neck. A look of surprise appeared on her face, and her eyes sparkled with excitement. "It's really much better. It's amazing."

Hu Xiaobei looked at her happy expression and reminded her, "You haven't developed a stiff neck yet. Rub it yourself after a while and it will probably be almost healed."

"Ah."

Looking at Hu Xiaobei who was about to turn off his phone, An Xiaoqian's eyes lit up. She blinked her big eyes at him and asked, "Hey... are you writing a book? Can I take a look?"

(End of this chapter)