After falling into the shadow's trap

"Well, thank you for cooking..." Xi Heng lowered his head, poked the beef on the plate, and unnaturally skipped the topic.

Lan Xingyue didn't hold on anymore, she just said "you're welcome" and dismissed it lightly.

After eating, Xi Heng lifted the cake he brought to the table, untied the ribbon on the outside of the box, and took it apart.

"This, I just made it this afternoon," she brought out the cake shyly, "It's the first time I made a birthday cake, it doesn't look very good..."

A small cake, only about 6 inches in size.

It can be seen that it is made with care, the outer layer of cream is uneven but very thick, the mounting flowers are squeezed crookedly but arranged neatly, the top layer is filled with various fruits, and a piece of chocolate is inserted.

Seeing Lan Xingyue staring at her cake, Xi Heng curled up his fingers holding the cake and silently pushed it in her direction.

"Did Xiao Xi make it himself?" Lan Xingyue happily took it, and impatiently took the fruit knife beside her and cut a small piece, "Wow, it looks so good and delicious."

"Wait—" Xi Heng didn't expect her to move so fast, and a corner of the little cake was already missing, "I haven't made a wish yet!"

Lan Xingyue just took a bite of the cream, she was startled when she heard her words, and then smiled nonchalantly: "No need, my greatest wish is already by my side."

Under the dim light, her delicate face was covered with a faint light, full of happiness.

Xi Heng was taken aback for a moment, and an inexplicable feeling arose for no reason, as if a clear stream flowed slowly through his heart.

Lan Xingyue seemed to be very satisfied with the birthday cake. She took a lot of photos with her mobile phone and posted them on Moments and Weibo to show off. After a while, the comment area was flooded with all kinds of wishes.

@星月和你: I like your third year!Not only happy birthday, but happy every day!

@兰兰的小宝贝: Hahahahahahahaha, did Wuli Lanlan make this cake by himself!

@挑战不吃奶茶365天: What are you laughing at upstairs, the cake made by my sister is the most beautiful in the world

……

Lan Xingyue randomly flipped through the comment area, picked a fan with a good-looking profile picture and replied: Bixin, I didn't make the cake myself

Soon, her reply was pushed up.

The comment area turned into a discussion meeting in an instant, and they all began to guess who made the cake, which made Lan Xingyue so fond of it that she wanted to take a picture and post it on Weibo.

Xi Heng's phone vibrated, and a reminder to post on Weibo jumped out.

She clicked in and saw the fans' compliments on the cake, she couldn't help but get hot: "I didn't look good, why did you post it..."

"It doesn't look good," Lan Xingyue turned the cake around, "I like every angle."

Xi Heng didn't know what to say, and was too embarrassed to accept her compliments calmly, so he stood up awkwardly: "You, it's best if you like it...I'll go to the living room to get some air."

Lan Xingyue stared at her almost fleeing back, with the tip of her tongue on her palate.

Creamy, sweet.

Xi Heng wandered around the living room twice like a headless chicken.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the living room was turned a little low, and she shivered unconsciously.

Lan Xingyue's house is very big, maybe because of frequent cleaning, every corner is very clean.The floor is covered with plush carpet, which is soft to step on.

There is also a faint fragrance in the room, which makes people feel comfortable physically and mentally, and feels an unspeakable relaxation.

Xi Heng walked around to the window, then returned to the sofa.

There were a few pillows piled on the beige fabric sofa, and she saw Lan Xingyue's surrounding dolls inside.

Xi Heng couldn't help but walked over, hugged the doll and sank into the sofa.

This pillow was a souvenir of Lan Xingyue's third anniversary since her debut, and it was so rare that she couldn't get it.

After pinching and playing fondly for a while, Xi Heng casually glanced to the side.

There is a small round table next to the sofa, covered with a checked tablecloth, a glass vase with flowers on it, and a few books piled up.

Ok?

That seems to be...

Xi Heng rubbed his eyes, and couldn't help moving over there.

As they got closer, the spine and cover of the book became more and more clear, and Xi Heng opened his mouth wide in disbelief.

Among the books on the small round table, there was actually a book of her paintings? !

She took out the album and read it over and over several times before she dared to confirm that it was her own.

This is her first book of paintings.

but……

How could Lan Xingyue have this?

It stands to reason that at that time the two of them had no intersection at all.

Xi Heng flipped through the album, his eyes were empty, his thoughts had already drifted away.

Her mind was full of possibilities—

Other people's things left at Lan Xingyue's house?

Who gave it to her?

Got it in a lottery?

Picked it up on the road?

Xi Heng shook his head, leaving these unreliable guesses behind him, and finally there was only one outrageous conclusion——

It can't be... Lan Xingyue bought it herself, right?

No, no.

Xi Heng denied herself instantly, she was not a famous painter at that time, how could she be lucky enough to be noticed by Lan Xingyue.

"Xiao Xi? Did something happen?"

Lan Xingyue put the cake into the refrigerator, cleared the dining table casually, and saw Xi Heng shaking his head like a rattle as soon as he walked into the living room.

"Ah?" Seeing her coming out, Xi Heng subconsciously hid the painting album in his hand behind his back.

One glance at her expression knew something was wrong, Lan Xingyue walked over as if nothing had happened, the closer she got, the stiffer Xi Heng's body became.

When someone walked in front of him, less than one meter away, Xi Heng's heart beat uncontrollably.

bang, bang-

Watching the other party bend down, the long hair slid across his face, the thick eyelashes like a feather fan are close at hand, and even the folds of the double eyelids are so clear... Xi Heng felt his lips dry and swallowed nervously.

With a chuckle, Lan Xingyue straightened up, holding the painting album hidden by Xi Heng.

"Oh," she frowned in distress, "the secret has been discovered."

secret?

When Xi Heng saw the book in her hand, he belatedly felt that his hand was empty, and then he was attracted by her words.

"You..." She pointed to the painting album, and spoke slowly and hesitantly.

"Actually, it's not really a secret." Lan Xingyue raised the corner of her mouth, opened the album, flipped through it carefully and cherished, "I said it once before, I'm your fan."

I am, your, fan, ah.

strangeness.

Xi Heng knew every word in this sentence, why she didn't know what it meant when they were connected together.

"...You, what did you say?"

"I said, I'm your fan, Xiao Xi."

Lan Xingyue's voice seemed to come from a very far away place, sometimes far away and sometimes near, sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

Xi Heng only felt that his brain was frozen, and he couldn't turn it a bit.

As if she thought the impact of these words was not strong enough, Lan Xingyue sat down beside her, and said with a bit of pride in her tone, "I've been following you for a long time."

She looked down at the art collection again: "Not only this one, but all the published things, as long as there is your work, even if it's just an illustration in the book, I have it."

Xi Heng was completely dazed, his whole body turned into a mess, and he felt dizzy for a while.

Unable to bear the force of his fingers, he grabbed a pleat in the sofa cover. Xi Heng felt that his legs were numb, and his mouth was also numb. He opened and closed, but couldn't make a sound.

Could there be anything more fantastic in the world than this?

You are staying at the home of a celebrity you have loved for years, sitting on her soft and comfortable sofa.

I celebrated her birthday with her just now, and she said that she really likes the cake you made, even though it was your first attempt, it was horrible.

Then, you discover your painting collection at her home.

Not only that, but she also confessed that she has been your fan for many years.

what is this?

Xi Heng began to think wildly: this experience can be submitted to the article, and the title is "What is the experience of suddenly discovering that I am the artist my idol likes?"

Thank you.Very dazed, very exciting, feeling like being on a roller coaster, the kind that stops at the top and can't get off.

"Ah, that's right!" Lan Xingyue continued to show off, like a child who has mastered magic tricks: "I asked someone to line up for me at your signing event in the city square..."

boom--

Xi Heng's roller coaster fell rapidly from the top.

She blinked sluggishly, shame consuming her like a tidal wave.

Lan Xingyue took out the collection of paintings from the glass cabinet in the living room, opened the title page, and showed her the signature.

Xi Heng glanced at it.

Hey, it's still a to sign.

Although she signed many names that day, she really doesn't remember signing the words "Lan Xingyue", unless...

Xi Heng took another careful look.

It says - Tonyue.

Lanyue...

Staring at the name, a strange sense of familiarity welled up in my heart.

She remembered that Zhang Huajiang had mentioned this name when he was chatting with her before.

No, she had met nyue somewhere before that.

where is it...

"...I also followed you on Weibo, but I used a trumpet..." Lan Xingyue said unintentionally, as if to further express her love for her.

Weibo?

Weibo!

Xi Heng stood up abruptly, went to the table and picked up his mobile phone, boarded his tuba without hesitation, and began to flip through private messages, his lips stretched straight.

She rarely replies to other people's private messages, and she has the habit of deleting the chat box, so there are only a few avatars in the message column of Weibo.

It's over in two clicks.

At the bottom is a historical chat from a few years ago.

@nyue: Thank you, Brook.

"What's the matter, Xiao Xi?"

Lan Xingyue's voice sounded from behind, but Xi Heng rarely responded.

She remembered.

She was still in college back then, and she hadn’t run this Weibo for long, and in reality she was also faced with the pressure and confusion of what to do after graduation.

One night, while she was lying in bed, she suddenly received a private message from a fan.

The other party said that her closest family member passed away, and she felt that life lost its meaning in an instant.

Xi Heng happened to be unable to sleep, so he sent a long message of comfort and encouragement, and chatted with her.

From the silent late night, you and I sent messages one by one, until the east appeared pale and the sky suddenly appeared.

Xi Heng saw the last sentence he sent:

When one day you really achieve your goal, I believe your family will be very pleased, and I will be happy for you too.If we can meet then, I want to give you a hug.

"Xiao Xi."

Lan Xingyue called her again.

"Ah."

Xi Heng lowered her head, her loose hair covered her blank expression.

There was a dense pain in my heart, mixed with indescribable feelings.

In an instant, Xi Heng suddenly understood what fate is.