After being reincarnated, he joined a top boy band and then lost it

"In fact, sacrifices were usually held in the afternoon before." Ye Lianshi was standing beside her while Song Shengshi was putting on makeup and mentioned casually.

"Then why are you here so early this time?" Song Shengshi glanced at Ye Lianshi and yawned.

"Well," Ye Lianshi turned his eyes away, "because the Xiaohe Valley is the most beautiful at this time."

The sun was about to rise, a ray of light leaked out from between the mountains, and the mountain stream was shrouded in mist, like a fairyland.

"Don't worry. Li He is at the shrine from the hour of Yin to the hour of You. He occasionally goes there at night. Generally, you can find him during these time periods."

I work 16 hours a day from am to pm, and occasionally I have to work night shifts. The salary is meager, and I can't even get reimbursement, so I have to pay for it myself.

No wonder Li He went crazy.

Song Shengshi lowered his head in deep thought. The girl who was putting makeup on next to him had a dazed look in her eyes. She mechanically put a few strokes on her forehead and then stopped moving.

Ye Lianshi took a closer look and praised, "The little girl has a good idea. You are right. Too much makeup on your face would be a burden and look tacky. It would look best if you simply decorate it like this."

Song Shengshi looked up at the mirror and felt as if he had traveled back to ancient times.

The person in the mirror looked like myself and yet not like myself. In a trance, a person wearing a luxurious white robe with gold patterns and a long black hair shawl appeared in the mirror.

Song Shengshi wanted to see clearly, but the man's face seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.

As if he was trapped in a mysterious state, Song Shengshi raised his hand and wanted to touch the mirror. The person in the mirror also raised his hand, and his wide sleeves slipped down.

Song Shengshi noticed that there were several light pink lines about two fingers wide on the man's arms. They looked like scars or birthmarks, intertwined with each other and spreading into the sleeves.

I wanted to take a closer look, but the mirror shattered into pieces the moment my two fingers touched it.

Song Shengshi suddenly came back to his senses and looked up at Ye Lianshi beside him.

Ye Lianshi also looked at him and tilted his head: "What's wrong? Is there anything unusual?"

"I see someone in the mirror."

Ye Lianshi looked at the mirror, walked closer to confirm, shook his head, and returned to Song Shengshi.

"There is no fluctuation of spiritual power. Either the person in the mirror is far more powerful than me, or he does not exist at all. There is only you in the mirror." Ye Lianshi's synesthesia is rare in a century (certified by Li He himself), which may be related to the experience of her soul in childhood.

"Me?" Song Shengshi raised his arm, rolled up his sleeve to reveal his fair arm with sparse hair, and smiled.

"How could it be me?"

Ye Lianshi stayed for a while and then left. Before leaving, he removed the magic from the made-up girl and left a lotus flower behind.

I don’t know where I found such beautifully blooming lotus flowers in this season. There are even dewdrops hanging on the pink petals.

Ye Lianshi said that this is the medium for communication between humans and the lotus god.

The little girl had just been untied and was still dizzy. When she saw Song Shengshi looking at her with a smile, her breath stopped, her cheeks turned red, and she suddenly lowered her head, even stuttering when she spoke.

"Xiaoxiaoxiao Brother Song...I've finished my makeup..."

Then he walked out quickly, thinking that there was some ferocious beast in the house, and naturally did not notice the lotus flower that suddenly appeared in Song Shengshi's arms.

As soon as the makeup girl left, Wen Junhui poked his head in. It seemed that his makeup artist also adopted the same strategy - weakening the traces of makeup, highlighting personal features, and using simple patterns to enhance divinity.

Song Shengshi liked it very much and took several photos with Wen Junhui. They also helped each other take a few photos and uploaded them to the platform.

After a while, the makeup artist from Pledis came over and called the two children over to check if there was any problem with her makeup.

Song Shengshi took a few steps outside, but found that Wen Junhui did not follow him, so he turned around and looked at him in confusion.

Wen Junhui looked calm and told him to go first and he would follow right away.

Strange, he seems to be talking less today, is he angry?

Song Shengshi thought about it while glancing up and down, and after roughly confirming that there was nothing unusual, he nodded and went to solve the problem with the makeup teacher first.

As soon as Song Shengshi walked away, Wen Junhui seemed to have lost all his strength. He took a few steps back and leaned against the dressing table.

His heart was beating fast, and Wen Junhui covered his mouth. God knows how he resisted the urge to hug Song Shengshi in his arms just now...

And a simple hug was not enough, she wanted more... something more outrageous... something more excessive... to bully him.

Moisture surged in his nose, and Wen Junhui put down his hand. He actually had a nosebleed? ? !

I had a physical examination not long ago, and everything was normal. It can only be...

Wen Junhui's face turned red with embarrassment. He wiped it with the tissue beside him, crumpled it into a ball, threw it into the trash can and walked out.

"Wait a minute, kid," an old but powerful voice came from the side. It turned out that there was an inner room in this house. Song Shengshi's great uncle Lin Wenxuan had been staying in it before, and no one knew when he came out.

"If you like someone, just say it. If you hide it, you will miss it in the end."

This one sentence made Wen Junhui's ears turn red and he almost crawled into the ground in embarrassment.

"Grandpa, how did you know..."

Lin Wenxuan smiled when he heard this, but his words were slightly bitter: "Because I, like you, once liked a boy. We are of similar age and interests. We both think that we are each other's best soul mates. Nothing can separate us."

"I didn't expect the worldly resistance would be so great. With just a slight push, we broke up. I didn't even have time to say what I wanted to say, and there was no way I could convey it to each other anymore."