The doctor had said that there was a small possibility that Lin Shicha may have tendencies towards self-harm and suicide. Although it was not visible on the surface, the four of them followed the doctor's instructions and made sure to have a fixed voice call with Lin Shicha every night to ensure she went to sleep peacefully. The microphone would not be disconnected midway and would continue until dawn.
In the black business car, the tall young man wearing sunglasses and a face mask, with wine-red hair and dressed in stylish black and white clothes, asked his assistant to open the door quietly.
The obedient assistant, Xiao Cheng, said, "Xiao Mo, you should rest a bit. Xing Jie has prepared snow pear stew with rock sugar for you." The person was none other than Shen Mo, who got on the car tiredly and nodded. His voice was dry and hoarse, and it hurts when he speaks.
Once in the car, he took out his phone from the bag, put on his earphones and kept the group voice call on WeChat open. It was now 2:30 in the morning, and except for the sounds of breathing, there was no other sound on the call.
Lin Shicha's cute snoring softly echoed, causing Shen Mo to subconsciously relax his body. He put on the earphones and leaned back, closing his eyes to listen to Lin Shicha's voice.
Xiao Cheng gently poked Shen Mo, who tended to fall asleep within two seconds, and woke him up. She pointed to the snow pear soup in his right hand, and he rubbed his head, took the soup, drank a few sips, and then sat back, holding the phone as if it were a treasure, and closed his eyes again.
Xiao Cheng noticed the dark circles under Shen Mo's eyes, sighed, and waved to signal the driver to start the car.
The next stop was the recording scene of the variety show under the Star East Group of Dingyu Building. Because Shen Mo's schedule was too tight, he had hardly any rest time. The only places where he could sleep were either in the business car or on an airplane.
Xiao Cheng doesn't understand why Shenmo is pushing himself so hard. He's still young, and the future is long. Is it too utilitarian to be eager to become famous? Besides, his mother is Shen Hanxing. Is there a lack of resources and support for him?
How can he endure damaging his body at such a young age?
Sighing, Xiao Cheng opened his phone and glanced at the upcoming schedule.
Shenmo had a dream, as usual, it always involved Lin Shicha. In fact, he rarely dreams, and he hasn't seen Lin Shicha for a week. He missed her so much that he woke up unwilling to let go.
Continuing to sink, a long-haired girl in a white dress floated barefoot above him, both of them falling.
"Tea, tea."
He reached out to embrace her. She showed him a pure and beautiful smile, with crescent-shaped eyes that were incredibly cute. Her soft arms approached, offering herself to him, drawing near to his embrace.
"Xiao Mo."
"Xiao Mo."
"We've arrived at the Dingyu Building."
Xiao Cheng's call pulled Shenmo out of his dream, just when he was about to hug her.
He was too tired, too exhausted, his body was almost unable to bear it.
Shenmo moved his hand, holding the phone, with the sound of Lin Shicha's breath sleeping deeply in his ears. In an instant, his eyes reddened, as if he had endured too much injustice, not understanding why things had to be this way.
He was just a 16 or 17-year-old boy, after all.
Crouched in the business car, crying in repression and endurance, next to him was Xiao Cheng, looking surprised and at a loss. "Xiao Mo..." She wanted to touch his shoulder, but didn't know how to start.
At that moment, Shenmo seemed like a pitiful child abandoned by the world. But she was just here to wake him up, hadn't she done anything wrong?
Or perhaps, people under pressure always suddenly break down over a very small thing.
The phone suddenly vibrated, Shenmo lit up his phone. It was a message from Chixing: "Come back if you can't hold on."
Just those short words.
Shenmo gradually stopped crying, sitting for a while, and wiping away his tears two seconds later. "Let's go."
He chose to continue working.
Chixing didn't ask Shenmo why he cried, just as Shenmo didn’t ask Chixing why he was still awake.
Their original intentions were the same, just that there was a girl standing in the backlight who didn't look back.
It seemed that overnight, everyone had grown up.
In fact, not only had Chixing not slept, including Shenmo, the four boys had not slept. In their WeChat group, three of them heard Shenmo's repressed crying.
Huoyinan paused, his hand holding the pen, wearing headphones with lowered eyelashes, before looking out the window. Bian Heng leaned on the balcony, gazing at the distant moonlight. As for Chixing, after hearing Shenmo's voice, he stopped flipping through the stack of books sent by Chihengguo, and quietly stood there for a while.
Naturally, the last line from Shenmo, "Let's go," and the sound of the business car door closing, fell upon everyone's ears.
There was silence in the group, in the quiet silver night, with only the sweet sleeping sound of Lin Shicha.
Huoyinan faced the light, turned a page of the scroll, the words were not written by himself; at the column for the name, there was a beautiful handwriting: Lin Shicha.
After a long time, Bian Heng poked Chixing: "Tomorrow, Tea and her friend are going to see a movie. Are you going?"
Chixing replied with a question mark.
Bian Heng: Bai Shenghe will be there.
Chixing: I'll go.
Bian Heng: [Agreement reached.jpg]
After a while, Bian Heng asked again: Why haven't you slept yet?
Chixing: My dad threw a pile of elementary school textbooks at me, almost killing me.
Bian Heng heartlessly sent a big string of laughter, and Chixing replied with a smiling face emoji, ending the conversation.
After a while, Chixing, unwilling to let it go, sent another sentence to Bian Heng: Tea said, if my total score can increase by a hundred points in this mid-term exam, she will give me a gift.
After sending the message, Chixing directly blocked him, preventing him from sending any further messages or cursing.
After turning off his phone, he lay on the bed and just said one word: Great!!
Bian Heng was really infuriated, finding it hard to swallow, so he specifically started a 4-person group, including Chixing, who was surprised to be pulled in: ?
Bian Heng then repeated his words.
Now Huoyinan also broke the silence: i am watg you/微笑 (I'm watching you/smile).
Bian Heng: What are you acting cool for with English - he doesn't understand it anyway!!
Chixing immediately exploded: I understood! Don't underestimate me!!
Chixing was inspired to fight back, and didn't plan on sleeping that night, so he decided to buck up and study vigorously. However, after two minutes, he became dizzy from trying to understand the complex symbols in the high school level math, and almost fell asleep.
He muttered to himself, "Is this a textbook or a sleeping pill?"
Lin Shicha woke up naturally, and while she was dressing, Lin Chunhua called her to breakfast, waking up the rest of the people in the wheat field. The first voice that was heard was that of Huoyinan.
He only said one thing: "Be careful on the road, something happened in the group."
Different from the daze that most people experience upon waking up, Huo Yinan's voice remained calm and indifferent as always.
Lin Shicha rubbed his eyes and replied in a nasal tone, "Hmm."
The next moment, the sound of his late-waking mother scolding him came in, "Late riser!!" It was a kind of almost shouting voice, and I don't know what exactly the late riser did to make his mother so angry.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't hit my face, don't hit my face!!"
"Ah!"
Lin Shicha laughed out loud, knowing without guessing that things must be chaotic on the other end.
After getting dressed, Lin Shicha closed the voice chat and went to have breakfast. Lin Chunhua had prepared a sumptuous breakfast, as she always did.
The steamed coarse grain lava bun, with a sweet filling that flowed out when bitten into, accompanied by sausages and eggs on the plate, golden on both sides, and a bowl of hot milk and soy milk, with a side bowl of Lin Chunhua's pickled vegetables, crispy and delicious.
Lin Shicha took a big bite of the lava bun, his cheeks puffed, his eyes full of happiness, and he praised Lin Chunhua with a sweet voice, "Delicious!"
Lin Chunhua couldn't stop smiling, "Eat more."
After breakfast, Lin Chunhua instructed, "Have a good time with your friends, bring them back home in the evening, I'll make delicious food for you."
"Okay," Lin Shicha agreed with a smile, and before leaving, he hesitated, raised on tiptoe and unexpectedly kissed Lin Chunhua on the cheek.
Lin Chunhua was stunned.
Lin Shicha smiled and waved, "I will try to be very happy every day from now on."
Lin Chunhua's lips twitched downwards, but then she controlled herself and lifted them up, "Okay." She raised her hand to touch the place where Lin Shicha had kissed her.
At her age, not being in touch with the outside world, and being reserved in expressing her emotions, she felt both embarrassed and warm inside after being kissed by her child.
The warmth was soon overshadowed by the sadness stirred up by Lin Shicha's words, and she didn't know how to express her feelings.
Chen Mei was waiting for Lin Shicha at the station. When Lin Shicha got off the car at the alley entrance, Chen Mei was surprised, "Not taking the bus?"
Lin Shicha shook his head, "He'er is coming to pick us up." Apart from their first meeting, Lin Shicha had never met with Baisheng He alone during vacation time.
Chen Mei nodded, "I see."
As they chatted and waited, a sleek and cool black motorcycle came around the corner ten minutes later. The motorcycle didn't make much noise, and its body had elegant and gorgeous lines, making it quite beautiful overall.
The rider wore a black helmet that covered his face, revealing only a sharp chin and a graceful jaw, with his fair neck being covered by a black jacket.
Chen Mei was momentarily stunned and nudged Lin Shicha, whispering, "There's a handsome guy."
Judging by his demeanor, it was clear that he was quite handsome. Chen Mei couldn't help but stare at him, trying to act casual while stealing glances at him from time to time.
Lin Shicha glanced at him and then curiously continued watching him.
The man probably reached their location, after looking in their direction for a while with the helmet on, he parked the motorcycle. He had long, straight legs, wearing black Martin boots. Chen Mei was whispering in excitement, "Look at his legs, look at his legs, look at his legs! Will I be rejected if I ask for his WeChat?"
Lin Shicha hesitated for a moment, feeling somewhat strange.
The next moment, the man gently took off his helmet, his stylish short hair swaying a bit, revealing delicate and handsome features. He had a high nose bridge, sharp eyebrows, and beautiful eyes. He raised his eyes to look in their direction.
Chen Mei was almost fainting.
Lin Shicha pulled her, "Let's go."
Chen Mei was suddenly panicked and repeatedly refused, "No, no, I'm just kidding." How could she dare to ask him for his WeChat?
Lin Shicha blinked, "She is He'er."
Chen Mei stopped in surprise, "Ah?"