"It's your turn, Dudu." Mo Yicheng reminded.
Yuan Suo suddenly came back to his senses, and blurted out: "Okay."
Mo Yicheng: "..."
"No... I'm... I mean I'm sorry, um, it's either that I'm sorry, or I'm sorry, I..." Yuan Suo completely confused himself, blushing.
Mo Yicheng laughed unkindly, reached out and tapped Yuan Suo's forehead, "Now it's your turn." Mo Yicheng used to do this action often, but through the screen, he could clearly feel it at this moment. With the temperature of his fingertips, Yuan Suo couldn't help shrinking his neck.
Looking at the long lines, Yuan Suo swallowed his saliva, his face was hot, and he didn't know if it was because of the mistake just now, or he wanted to "confess" to Mo Yicheng.
"First time... first time seeing you."
Mo Yicheng interrupted him, "Look into my eyes and imagine me as your favorite person in this world."
Yuan Suo raised his eyes and met his eyes.
In fact, there is no need to imagine, Mo Yicheng just wants to ask for the person he likes the most in this world!
Looking into Mo Yicheng's eyes, Yuan Suo seemed to understand the emotion in this line, and no longer felt that it was so empty that he couldn't handle it.
"The first time I saw you was at the beginning of school, during military training, my brothers and I walked through the playground, and saw the scorching sun casting shadows under your eyelashes..." Wishing Suo's voice was not as deep as Mo Yicheng's, with a boyish characteristic Sentimental, sincere eyes.
Mo Yicheng stumbled when he heard what he said, but he also felt that such a self-indulgent and youthful appearance might be more able to impress a person...
"So, can I... hold your hand? Keep walking." Yuan Suo finally finished the last line.
Mo Yicheng was also silent for two seconds, then coughed lightly, and said, "You played very well."
"Thank... thank you."
"Do you want to practice a few more times?"
"… it is good."
In the following "confessions" between the two people who came and went, at the end, Yuan Suo had already grasped the characters well. During the whole process of matching the lines, the two seemed to have discussed it. The last sentence "I'm sorry" was never said. Export.
Finish the lines.
May Suo get tired and go to bed, Mo Yicheng helps him tuck the quilt, and checks the time to ten o'clock.
He took out another mobile phone and sent a message to Chen Jiu, asking if he had a rest.
Chen Jiu replied immediately, but he hasn't yet.
Mo Yicheng sent a voice over, asking if he could send a demo of the ringtone song.
Chen Jiao put down his guitar and pushed his glasses. The original fitting T-shirt was changed into a large pajamas, and the two long legs sitting cross-legged on the stool were thin and white.
Three minutes later, Chen Jiu sent a demo of the song, marking it as "Xinghe"
Mo Yicheng was afraid that it would be so noisy that he would put on his headphones and click on "Galaxy". The soothing rhythm and clean voice make people find a short period of peace in this busy life.
Chen Jiao nervously waited for Mo Yicheng's reply. Today's phone ringtone was indeed just an accident. If he really wanted to play tricks, or hug Mo Yicheng's thigh, he wouldn't have stayed by Mo Yicheng's side for so long. But if Mo Yicheng really likes his music, even if it's just a random sharing, a word in the circle can change his fate.
The waiting time is especially long.
Chen Jiu bought himself a cup of hot water and returned to the bedroom. He was used to relying on plain water to soothe his hungry stomach on such a quiet and cold night.
Chen Jiu is 30 years old this year. At the beginning, he entered the entertainment industry with a dream, but his music career came to an abrupt end after a serious illness.
Sometimes he doesn't understand why he stays here, or it's the last trace of nostalgia for his dream, or the expectation for the unattainable love, but both of these are like high-spirited love to him. The stars hanging in the sky make my neck sore when I look up, but I can't touch them.
Even, he doesn't know why he has such a strong love for a person who has almost no intersection with himself, as if that person has already settled down in his life, rooted for tens of thousands of years, and the promise has already begun A flower came out, and he had to admit that the flower was just his own hallucination and wishful thinking.
He doesn’t seem to be able to find the answers to many things. He doesn’t know why he is so firm in his musical dreams, why he fell in love with Mo Yiyan at first sight, and where the inspiration for the song “Xinghe” that he created himself in college came from. …
Mo Yicheng transferred Chen Jiu's music demo to Jiang Ge. Jiang Ge is a very powerful music producer, and he is still very well-known in the domestic music circle.
Jiang Ge quickly replied to Mo Yicheng.
"The singing is average, the song is good."
Being evaluated as "good" by Jiang Ge means that the song has at least reached the level of excellent.
Jiang Ge sent another message: Who did it
Mo Yicheng replied: I am an assistant.
Jiang Ge: ...
Mo Yicheng: [smiles]
Jiang Ge: It can be said that it is really buried.
Mo Yicheng: [smiles]
Jiang Ge: Want to praise
Mo Yicheng: He deserves a chance.
Then Mo Yicheng directly pushed Jiang Ge's wechat to Chen Jiu tomorrow.
As soon as Chen Jiu's WeChat rang, he quickly opened it, only to see a push of a business card.
The profile picture on the business card was an abstract oil painting, and the name was a string of letters that he couldn't read very well, so it probably wasn't in English.
Chen corrected in doubt.
Mo Yicheng followed in with a WeChat message: Jiang Ge, add your name to the time.
Chen Jiao was taken aback, Jiang Ge? !
Chen Jiu's fingers were trembling, he sent a thank you to Mo Yicheng, and added Jiang Ge's WeChat. Jiang Ge passed quickly. Chen Zheng was thinking about how to say hello politely, Jiang Ge sent over a music symbol, and said straight to the point that he liked his music very much.
Throughout the conversation, Jiang Ge's more restrained temperament became the active one. Chen Jiu was afraid to speak, and the palms of his typing hands were stained with sweat from the beginning to the end.
At night, Mo Yicheng received Jiang Ge's WeChat message: Is Chen Jiu your brother's man
Mo Yicheng was taken aback, not knowing where Jiang Ge said this: Why did you say that
Jiang Ge: I randomly searched his circle of friends, but there was no photo of him, so I searched for your assistant on the Internet, and saw two recent photos.
With that said, I sent two photos. They were all taken by fans at the airport, and they were all recent photos when they were with Mo Yicheng.
Mo Yicheng was stunned again, and it took him a long time to recover and understand why Jiang Ge asked such a question.
At this time, Jiang Ge's reply was also sent: Brother Yi Yan moved around, his eyebrows and eyes are a bit like this, probably...my illusion.
Mo Yicheng paused for a while, and replied after a long while: Well, it's an illusion. He is just my assistant. How are you talking
Jiang Ge: Not bad, not a talented player, but has his own unique style. If the route is chosen well, it is not impossible to become popular.
Mo Yicheng: Good.
After the conversation with Jiang Ge was over, Mo Yicheng became sleepless, got up and stood by the window for a while, his handsome brows furrowed, as if something had condensed somewhere and couldn't be melted away.
Suddenly, lightning cut through the night like a sharp blade, thunder exploded overhead, and a heavy rain came.
The charging light of the mobile phone on the bedside table showed that it was fully charged. Mo Yicheng walked over with long legs and separated the mobile phone from the charger.
boom!
There was another thunder. The raindrops hit the floor-to-ceiling windows, making a crackling sound.
Mo Yicheng knew that the weather in the game was related to the player's real world, so he clicked on the game to see how Yuan Suo was sleeping.
Entering the game, Mo Yicheng hesitated for a moment, but chose the stealth mode, because he was afraid that his sudden appearance would scare the drowsy Yuan Suo.
There is a small night light in Yuan Suo's bedroom.
Yuan Suo, who was supposed to be sleeping in the middle of the bed, was curled up in a corner, with the quilt and pillows in his arms, and he could still be seen shaking in the dim light. Mo Yicheng frowned, Dudu is afraid of thunder
Marshmallow is not afraid of thunder, and sleeps much more peacefully than Yuan Suo.
The thunder sounded again, the rain outside the window became more urgent, and the howling wind broke the saplings with thick wrists. The dark clouds rolled, and a bolt of lightning struck down, with the potential to break open the ground. May Suo's eyes be red. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, when the thunder sounded, he would still feel that there seemed to be a huge beast that was devouring him with its teeth and claws. The cold battleship forced him to the corner, and he could not retreat Can retreat, can only struggle in despair...
"Beep." Mo Yicheng released his invisibility, and softly called Yuan Suo's name.
Yuan Suo was stunned for a moment, and looked over uncertainly, it was Mo Yicheng!
Mo Yicheng helped Yuan Suo turn on the light in the bedroom, and looked at it with concern. He must have woken up for a while, his eyes and nose were red, and his lips were bloodless.
"Mo Yicheng." Yuan Suo called out, terrified and helpless.
"Okay, it's okay, don't be afraid." Mo Yicheng comforted in a gentle voice.
Yuan Suo broke out in a cold sweat, and the broken hair on his smooth and full forehead was wet.
It was past twelve o'clock, which meant that Yuan Suo had time to go in and out of the game again, so Mo Yicheng called people out. After Yuan Suo came out, he realized that he was already in a cold sweat, and his pajamas were already wet.
"I... I'll go back and change it." It was still a nightmare, and he was still timid when he spoke.
"No need." Mo Yicheng said, then took the nightgown from his closet, and asked Yuan Suo to change it. Mo Yicheng's nightgown was too big, and wearing it on Yuan Suo made him look even thinner.
"Now, go to bed, don't be afraid, I'll be by your side." Mo Yicheng said softly.
After hesitating for a moment, Yuan Suo crawled awkwardly into Mo Yicheng's quilt, only showing his head. The bed under him was very warm, and the quilt also had the fragrance of sunshine. Although the wind was still raging outside, Yuan Suo felt an unprecedented warmth.
Mo Yicheng got up and boiled a glass of milk, tested the temperature, and asked Yuan Suo to drink a couple of sips.
"Drink some and go to sleep." Mo Yicheng's voice was very low, but it covered all the roaring outside the window.
Yuan Suo drank the milk obediently, with a small ring hanging from his mouth, and Mo Yicheng wiped it for him with a tissue with a smile.
"Go to sleep."
Yuan Suo lay down again, and Mo Yicheng was still sitting on the edge of the bed, blinking his eyes, and Yuan Suo's voice was muffled, "Well... Mo Yicheng, aren't you going to sleep?"