After the rebirth of the idol, he started to lose weight and became the best actor

Lu Rong pulled up all the curtains and turned off the lights in the room.

Even at noon, when the sun is at its strongest, only a few beams of light can be seen through the gaps, and the dim environment makes people feel uneasy.

He placed a large full-length mirror opposite the bed, took off his slippers and walked barefoot. The cool touch of the ground went straight up to his heart through the soles of his feet.

Lu Rong stared fixedly at the huge mirror. His eyes began to become unfamiliar. The person in the mirror seemed to be examining the person opposite. The silent confrontation entangled them across the two worlds.

Who is he? He is... Huai Yunjian...

He always huddled alone in the corner of the dim room, his body as thin as a fallen leaf that could be blown away by the wind at any time.

The messy hair covered his eyes, but it could not hide the complex look of desire and loneliness deep in his eyes.

He often stared at the paintings silently, his eyes empty, his soul wandering to a corner where no one could reach.

In the dead of night, he would hug a tattered doll and whisper words that no one could understand. The doll was his only "companion", but it could not fill the huge void in his heart.

Sometimes, he would even suddenly burst into laughter, and the laughter would echo in the silent room, becoming even more creepy.

The person in the mirror was also laughing at him, and seemed to be raising his finger to break through the mirror and poke his eyes.

He walked among the crowd, always looking at the people around him with a vigilant and eager look. Whenever someone gave him a kind smile, he would instantly become nervous and excited.

He wants to get closer but is afraid of being rejected. That contradictory mentality makes his behavior weird and unpredictable.

He would secretly collect small items discarded by others and hide them in an old box as if they were treasures, as if these worthless things could give him a little comfort for what he was missing.

On lonely nights, he would look in the mirror and make all kinds of strange expressions, crying, angry, trying to find signs of being loved on his face, but he could only see a heartbreaking desolation.

This was the scene Jing Xian saw when he opened the door.

The room was so dark that one's attention was drawn to the mirror reflecting the light source almost instantly. The boy in front of the mirror was kneeling on the ground with his snow-white feet curled up.

He was hunched over, and was about to stick to the mirror. The faint beam of light illuminated half of the boy's face, flickering.

When he heard the noise outside the door, he subconsciously shuddered and turned his head, his eyes filled with a frightening silence.

Jing Xian's heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by a huge hand. He couldn't breathe. He said a word and without caring about anything else, he strode over and hugged Lu Rong tightly.

“Huihui…?” The young man who was being held felt the airtight control and finally shifted his attention from the mirror to the person next to him.

He grasped Jing Xian's arm with one hand, and groped his way up to the back of the man's neck with the other hand:

"Please don't leave, take me with you. You are the only one here, why not?... You treat me like a dog, I will follow you and watch you, and you can touch me when you are happy, okay...?"

Just now when the boy looked at the mirror, he did not cry no matter how desperate he was, but now he curled up in Jing Xian's arms, his body shaking constantly.

The cries were broken and mournful, each one seemed to be torn out from the depths of the soul.

Tears burst out, flowing freely on his pale, tear-stained face, dripping onto his clothes, leaving traces of despair.

An inarticulate whimper emanated from the boy's throat. The words were so fragmented that it was difficult to piece them together, but one could clearly feel the endless pain and distortion contained in them.

The air around him seemed to be infected by his sadness, becoming heavy and depressing.

Jing Xian was so heartbroken that he couldn't speak. He also knew that Rongrong was preparing for a new role, so he could only watch silently and took out the handkerchief from his pocket to wipe away his tears bit by bit.

Jing Xian had a vague impression of the protagonist Huai Yunjian, but was still shocked by the deep pain expressed by Lu Rong, but he didn't know how to soothe his already broken heart.

He could only hold on to providing insignificant companionship. At this moment, all truth and falsehood were forgotten. He simply couldn't just stand by and watch.

I don't know how long it took, but the faint light from the gap in the curtains completely disappeared. The two of them were so close that they could clearly feel each other's breathing.

Lu Rong's eyes gradually became clear, and his emotions gradually withdrew from the bizarre world. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body became listless.

"Are you hungry? I'll make some midnight snack for you to eat together." The man keenly noticed the change in Rongrong's temperament and asked cautiously.

"Okay." After counting, this was the first midnight snack Lu Rong had eaten since he started losing weight. Normally, he would never do such an indulgent thing, but today he had an absurd feeling that he didn't have the energy to sleep.

Jing Xian touched the boy's fluffy head, hiding the pain in his eyes, but he was worried about leaving the child alone in the room.

He suddenly stood up and quickly opened all the curtains. The warm light illuminated the warm light-yellow sea-based cloth on the wall. The mirror was also turned over. In an instant, the room became as bright and clean as new.

Jing Xian squatted in front of the boy, his face serious, holding a handkerchief soaked with tears in his big hands, and said word by word:

"Rongrong, you can be him, but you will never become him. There are countless people in this world who love you, care about you, and like you. Remember, light yellow is hope, and we will always be behind you."

He threw the handkerchief representing despair into the trash can with a flick of his hand.

Jing Xian took a psychology class when he was studying abroad. He intuitively felt that something was wrong with Rongrong's emotions, so he tried to give the boy a mental anchor.

"Heart anchor" is a psychological concept.

Simply put, a heart anchor refers to a conditioned reflex psychological connection or reaction that occurs when a person is stimulated by something.

This stimulus can be an action, a sentence, a smell, a scene, etc. When this stimulus appears again, it will trigger specific emotions, feelings or behaviors associated with it.

By setting positive mental anchors, it can help them better cope with stress and stimulate positive emotions and behaviors.

Although the conditions were reluctant, Jing Xian still wanted to let Rong Rong know that there were too many people standing behind him.

Almost as soon as Jing Xian finished speaking, Lu Rong felt as if a hammer had hit his chest heavily. The surrounding tender yellow space replaced the dim hut, and his body felt warm.

Looking at Jing Xian's tolerant eyes, something was quietly changing.