When meeting the idol who influenced his entire childhood life and career choice, Yan Chuyang was unexpectedly calm.
Yes, very calm, nothing more than spilling half a cup of coffee with shaking hands, talking nonsense about a lot of idol cartoons, and then pulling out a notebook to ask for an autograph.
well!
No way, this kind of excitement, people who haven't chased idols, can't understand it.
Yamashita Keijiu was more approachable than Yan Chuyang imagined. He was fifty-two years old, but his age did not conceal the wisdom in his eyes.
The conversation between the two has always revolved around the comics, as well as Yan Chuyang's excited nonsense and words of worship, and the atmosphere is very harmonious.
In the end, the translator of Yamashita Huijiu said to Yan Chuyang very seriously: "Yamashita-kun is going back to Japan the day after tomorrow, Yamashita-kun asked me if Mr. Yan would like to go with him and go to his animation studio for an internship , As for your temporary suspension of school, there will be a special person to help you handle it."
Yamashita Keijiu echoed in his unproficient Chinese: "I am looking forward to working with Mr. Yan."
Just this one sentence, Yan Chuyang was defeated, looked at the idol's amiable face, nodded without hesitation and said: "I am willing to go to Japan with you."
Once some words are spoken, they cannot be taken back.
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At seven o'clock in the evening, at the dinner table.
Yan Chuyang kept breathing, counting rice grains with chopsticks with his head down, without even touching a bite of the food that Wei Qing had picked up in the bowl.
No way, I'm really in the mood.
"What are you doing?" Wei Qing saw his running spirit, frowned, raised his chopsticks and knocked on the side of the boy's bowl, "I can't roll my eyes anymore, does the rice look good?"
Yan Chuyang sighed and put down his chopsticks, looked up at Wei Qing and said seriously: "I want to tell you something."
"Say it." The man said casually while sipping the soup gracefully.
"Stop eating first." Yan Chuyang said with some difficulty, "This matter is very important."
Wei Qing sighed slightly, put down the spoon, wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, looked up at the boy's eyes and said, "Okay, let's talk."
"I'm leaving the day after tomorrow."
Wei Qing's expression froze, his eyes flickered and he said: "Have you already made a decision?"
"Yes." Yan Chuyang lowered his head, fiddled with the glass in his hand and muttered, "I've been thinking about it for more than a week, and Mr. Yamashita urged me many times, I don't want to make him wait any longer."
"Oh." Wei Qing nodded expressionlessly, "That's pretty good, congratulations, you've taken a step towards your dream."
Yan Chuyang's heart was stabbed, and he said softly: "I will miss you, when I go to Japan, I will send you postcards, special products there and so on."
"No need." Wei Qing lowered his head, "You can just take care of yourself, don't worry about me, I'll be fine anyway."
Yan Chuyang felt sad: "Wei Qing, don't be like this, do you think I'm too much?"
"What's too much?" The man raised his head, chuckled and said, "It's just that he chose to give up his marriage for his own dream during the wedding period, it's normal, everyone has his own choice. "
"I didn't give up." Yan Chuyang said anxiously, "It's just... just giving up temporarily! You also said that I will come back in half a year, and nothing will change."
The man's lips were drawn into a line, and the hands hanging on his legs were clenched into fists.
It is really difficult to accomplish this kind of thing.
It is others who let go, and it is yourself who is trapped.
"It's nothing." After a long time, Wei Qing let out a breath, and said with a blank expression, "The words just now don't mean that I don't want you to go. It's just that I'm busy with work recently and I'm in a bad mood. Don't get me wrong. Since you have already decided Yes, then I must bless you, as I said, I respect any decision you make."
"Wei Qing..."
"Are you all right?" Wei Qing looked up at Yan Chuyang, wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue and said, "I'm done eating, if it's all right, I'll go wash up first, you eat up all the food in the bowl Go to the bathroom."
Yan Chuyang hummed, "I see."
After that, the two of them didn't speak a word again.
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The next day, Fang Zheyu asked Yan Chuyang for the relevant documents, and said that he would help him with his air ticket and his suspension of school.
Yan Chuyang gave him the certificate. Fang Zheyu was very efficient, and called that night to say that the ticket had been booked.
It's the flight at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon.
Looking at the flight information sent by Fang Zheyu, Yan Chuyang was in a state of confusion.
It was already nine o'clock in the evening.
Wei Qing hasn't come back from get off work yet.
This was the first time he worked overtime without notifying him. Aunt Wang didn't come to cook, and Wei Qing didn't leave him food in the kitchen.
Yan Chuyang wanted to do something by himself, but when he thought about leaving Wei Qing tomorrow, he felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't do anything, so he could only lie on the sofa and wait for him to come back.
At ten o'clock, the door rang, Wei Qing came back from the outside with a briefcase, saw Yan Chuyang on the sofa and said in surprise, "Why are you still awake at this hour?"
The boy stood up from the sofa helplessly: "I'm a little worried that you didn't get off work so late, so I'll wait for you here."
Wei Qing gave a hum, and after slipping on the slippers at the entrance, he raised his hand and pulled his tie, while looking at the boy, he said casually, "Have you had dinner yet?"
Yan Chuyang snorted, and nodded quickly: "I've eaten it, I've eaten it at school after school."
Wei Qing hummed and said, "I'm sorry, a client from the company came to discuss a contract temporarily, and I was done with work, so I didn't have time to call you and say I couldn't come back to cook."
"It's okay." Yan Chuyang lowered his head and said, "Even if you don't come back, I will make something to eat myself."
"That's right." The man flashed his expression, "You're going to Japan soon, and you'll have to cook this meal yourself."
Yan Chuyang felt sad, lowered his head and said softly, "I, I'm leaving tomorrow."
"So fast?"