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The audience was very enthusiastic. Yao Sheng came back to the show several times. In the end, there was no way to continue due to the time limit of the venue, so he gave up.

The performance was a great success. While it was in progress, the backstage staff had been busy releasing related news.Because many people from the industry attended the performance, and the performance was very topical, on this night, many of the information streams available on Weibo were about the performance.

Before Ming Cheng took the stage, he posted a Weibo photo of himself and Yao Sheng, and it became a trending search after he left the stage.The fans cried and said that they missed the good show of their idol, and at the same time expressed their excitement and pride that their idol could cooperate with Boss Yao again.

Anyway, it's just a rainbow fart.

There is also La Lang Meng CP in the middle.

Everyone was overwhelmed by the beauty presented in the streamed video, and gave Yao Sheng the title of "Beautiful King".

This kind of praise is beyond the reach of everyone in the entertainment industry.

It was already late after the performance, Yao Sheng invited the staff to have a supper.Xie Shuangchen and others also went to the day after tomorrow, but they did not see Yao Sheng, but Feng Feiluan.

"Brother." Feng Feifei yelled, Feng Feiluan was packing up the instruments among the busy crowd, looked up and said with a smile: "Are you here?"

"Well, I came early and I didn't see you." Feng Feifei said, "Where are you?"

Feng Feiluan said: "In the band, I acted as a guitarist. But the position of the band is inconspicuous, you must not see it."

Feng Feifei's mouth moved, but she couldn't hear what she was saying.

Xie Shuangchen asked, "Where is Langweixian?"

"He went to see the old man at the door." Feng Feiluan said, "It's too late, he will send the old man away first, and then go to dinner with us." Xie Shuangchen nodded, Feng Feiluan approached Feng Feifei, and asked Said: "Is the performance good?"

Feng Feifei asked: "What do you mean?"

"All aspects." Feng Feiluan laughed, "Stage, lighting, performance, people."

Feng Feifei thought it looked good in his heart, but he felt that it was very embarrassing to explain to Feng Feiluan like this, so he turned his head to the side and reluctantly said: "It's okay."

Feng Feiluan smiled and said nothing.

"You're the best." Feng Feifei said suddenly, "Is it alright?"

Feng Feiluan patted Feng Feifei's head.

Yao Sheng came back from the outside while walking in a windy manner. He still hadn't had time to take off his makeup, and he was walking backstage like an old friend from time-travel.Seeing that everyone was getting ready, he hurried to the mirror and called a few young people to help him remove his makeup.

"Don't worry." Xie Shuangchen said, "Anyway, it's already this time."

"Go back to bed after dinner." Yao Sheng said, "I'll be back in Beijing tomorrow, and there are two more games in the future."

The door of the lounge was not closed tightly. Ye Ling looked out through the crack of the door. He noticed a problem just now, and now he remembered to ask Yao Sheng: "Boss Yao, you are so young in civil and military scenes."

"Well, they are all high-achieving students." Yao Sheng said.

Xie Shuangchen asked: "You don't use Master's old team?"

Yao Sheng said: "No, these young people are pretty good and lively."

Xie Shuangchen was a little surprised. He thought that according to Yao Sheng's character of perfection in everything, there was no need to say too much about the band, which one should not invite famous masters to the cultural relics scene?Surprisingly, he actually entrusted such an important occasion to this group of young people who had never heard of it.

Someone knocked on the half-closed door, and Yao Sheng said "Come in", everyone was surprised that someone came.

"Teacher Yao." Ming Cheng came in, followed by his manager and assistant, "You were not here just now, I came over to have a look and have a word with you."

"Oh, you sit down first." Yao Sheng was busy with both hands and didn't have time to greet him, but he said politely, "Thank you for coming here today, are you busy later? Do you want to have a midnight snack with us?"

"That's a good relationship, thank you, Teacher Yao." The agent answered first.Even if Ming Cheng has an announcement tomorrow morning, he still feels that this meal must be eaten tonight.He really wanted Mingcheng to get along with Yao Sheng more, not to mention anything else, no matter how popular Mingcheng is now, at best he is a traffic idol.His artistic strength is not enough to support his transformation, and he doesn't know how popular he can be for a few days.

Above the entertainment circle is the fashion circle, and above that is the art circle.The group of artists in the fashion circle haven't fully understood yet, the art circle is simply a fantasy.Yao Sheng's family is very important in Beijing's literary and political circles. His grandfather is a national treasure artist who goes to the Great Hall of the People for meetings every year.His father is a well-known figure in academia, and he himself is well-known in all circles.A famous family in the world, the little artist longs to be able to hug his thigh.

"I heard that the old man is here today?" Ming Cheng said suddenly, "I came too hastily, I haven't gone to say hello yet."

"Let's go early." Yao Sheng took off his makeup, cleaned himself up, turned around to refresh himself, and said with a smile, "Come on, let's go, don't waste time here."

They chartered a car and took a group of people to the place to eat.

Yao Sheng was so rich that he managed to secure the entire venue, and he ate cleanly.

Xie Shuangchen and Ye Ling sat together with the Feng family brothers, and Yao Sheng's manager Li Xinran and his assistants were also at the same table. They were all in the same circle anyway, so they could more or less speak a few words.

Ming Cheng's agent had a sharp eye, and told Ming Cheng to sit there, because he knew that Yao Sheng would also have to come and sit down later.

Sure enough, after having a drink with the staff at other tables one by one, Yao Sheng strode forward with a smile on his face, but there was no room for him at this table.

"Sit here with me." Ming Cheng took the initiative to stand up.

"No need, just add a chair at will, you are not an outsider." Yao Sheng kicked Feng Feifei beside him, "Go, get a chair."

"Why is it me?" Feng Feifei was angry.

"It's fine if you go or not." Feng Feiluan said, "Don't make trouble."

Feng Feifei was devastated, and angrily moved a chair beside her.In order to show that he was angry, he deliberately dragged the chair and made it very loud.

"He has the temper of a child." Feng Feiluan said helplessly to Yao Sheng.

Yao Sheng didn't care at all: "I'm used to it, don't I know him yet? Just teasing him." He sat down on the chair, with Feng Feifei and Feng Feiluan on his left, Ming Cheng on his right, and him next to him On the opposite side are Xie Shuangchen and Ye Ling.

Only Ming Cheng is an "outsider" in the standard sense. This person who can only be seen on TV and on the Internet suddenly appears beside him, which feels somewhat unreal.

Ye Ling moved closer to Xie Shuangchen's ear and whispered, "Don't you think this big star's enthusiasm is a bit too much?"

"People in Jianghu, don't they have to get along with everyone? Especially for princelings like Lang Weixian, it's very difficult to call him brothers and sisters." Xie Shuangchen turned his head and answered Ye Ling in a low voice, "That's me, with the group If you don't get along well, those who are squeezed can only shrink in a small garden and talk about cross talk."

"Aren't you also a princeling?" Ye Ling asked him with a smile, "What are you pretending to be?"

Xie Shuangchen jokingly said, "I am a phoenix in distress, not as good as a chicken."

The two of them whispered to each other and formed an aura of their own, as if no one could get in, and it didn't matter if anyone gave them.

"Teacher Yao." Ming Cheng asked Yao Sheng politely, "You haven't introduced these friends to me yet." His private speech was not as sunny and bright as on stage, but rather sticky.

"Hey, let me have a bite first, I've had breakfast today." Yao Sheng took a few bites, and casually pointed out people to Ming Cheng to know.He turned around, pointed to Xie Shuangchen last, and said, "Xie Shuangchen, this is my junior brother."

"Oh, Teacher Xie." Ming Cheng said naturally.

A table of insiders froze for a moment, wanted to laugh but couldn't, and didn't know what expression to make.Ming Cheng didn't know why, since this person is Yao Sheng's younger brother, he should also be an opera singer.

"Yes, it's the first time I've grown up to be a teacher." Xie Shuangchen cupped his fists and said, "Thank you!"

"Why are you teasing others?" Yao Sheng disliked Xie Shuangchen, and explained to Ming Cheng, "Don't talk to me, those who talk about cross talk are poor-hearted."

Xie Shuangchen said to Ye Ling: "Mr. Ye, look, Langweixian is running on us!"

Ye Ling smiled without saying a word.

"Eat, eat." Yao Sheng greeted.

He was really hungry. One night's performance was particularly exhausting. He didn't eat and had a few drinks with others. He was more likely to react to alcohol than usual.However, mobilizing the excitement can temporarily make Yao Sheng forget his physical fatigue.

The content of the chat at this table ranged from tonight's performance to all over the world. It was purely gossip between friends, but because of their different identities, especially Yao Sheng and Xie Shuangchen, they were full of Jianghu Spring Festival, and there was no confusion. After a few years, it is really the same as listening to heavenly scriptures, such as Ming Cheng.

Ming Cheng seemed out of place with them because his life was too young.Surrounded by data traffic, a gorgeous stage, and a crowd of fans, he stands in a star-studded place, covers up all the dark places, and becomes a flawless idol.He couldn't understand what the group of people said in front of him, he didn't know how to listen to operas, he thought it was too old-fashioned, and he didn't have time to listen to cross talk, it was very rare to be able to sleep for a while on the way to make announcements all over the world.

The song that I collaborated with Yao Sheng at the beginning was also the song that the music producer wanted to make. It has selling points and also caters to the main theme of the times, which is the best of both worlds.Ming Cheng made his debut just as an adult, and he hasn't finished reading the book. What can he understand at the age of his early twenties?As soon as he heard that he wanted to invite a famous Beijing opera artist to come over, he immediately felt a little resistant, and he didn't really want to cooperate with an old man.

The day of the recording was very cold, Ming Cheng came late because of the traffic jam, he had an arrogant temper, he didn't apologize to anyone when he entered the door, and Ming Cheng was surprised to see a stranger's face.

He looked at the stranger. The stranger was wearing a black turtleneck sweater and a pair of slender silver-rimmed glasses. Although he had a good-looking face, he looked extremely solemn and couldn't get close.

"Who are you?" Ming Cheng raised his eyebrows and asked.His manager then came in, saw the stranger sitting there, took two quick steps and said politely: "Yo, boss Yao is here?"

Only then did Yao Sheng smile, and said lightly, "I'm here early, we're all waiting, let's get started."

There are only two parts of his singing, and it came out within 5 minutes, because it was over once.On the contrary, Ming Cheng was left inside to die, recording over and over again, no matter how bad the recording was.

That was a quick meeting, and when we met again, it was time to record the MV.It was the first time that Mingcheng saw someone who was more airy than himself. There were only two or three people who served Yao Sheng's makeup, clothes and hair, let alone other odd jobs.

After all dressed up, Ming Cheng was dumbfounded.

The friend who introduced him to Yao Sheng smiled and asked him, how is it? Is it more beautiful than a woman?

This is a sentence that almost everyone who has seen Yao Sheng's appearance in Peking opera will feel sincerely.

Ming Cheng has long been immune to the so-called "prosperous beauty" rainbow farts from fans. He is good-looking himself. In the entertainment industry, full of handsome men and women, he is too tired of aesthetics.But as soon as he saw Yao Sheng, all kinds of exaggerated words that he thought he had almost lost consciousness popped out of his mind.

Yao Sheng is as gorgeous as a blooming peony, noble as a bright moon, Ming Cheng dare not imagine that he can cooperate with such a person.

He thought he was an old man...

After learning about Yao Sheng's background, Ming Cheng was even more frightened. It wasn't that he was a true follower of power, but that he had been in Vanity Fair for a long time, so it was inevitable that he habitually wanted to climb to the top.

Yao Sheng didn't notice much about this, he just went to other people's recording studios to check in for a few days just like going to work.He even forgot Li Xinran's evaluation of Ming Cheng at the beginning - don't look at him as a dog, be a fine one.

Although this supper is simple, it feels like a celebration. Although you can't get a hangover, it's not a big problem to drink two more glasses.People from the other tables came to toast Yao Sheng one after another, and Yao Sheng responded one by one.

"It's bloated." Xie Shuangchen said, "If you drink like this, will you still sing tomorrow night?"

The corners of Yao Sheng's eyes were red, and he said with a smile, "What's the point of this? I'm so drunk that I can still sing tomorrow."

"Hey——" Xie Shuangchen said in a subdued tone, "What a breath! Have you drunk too much?"

Li Xinran walked up to Yao Sheng's side, patted him, whispered something in his ear, and Yao Sheng took out his mobile phone to Li Xinran.

"What's the matter?" Feng Feifei asked curiously.

"It's nothing, our photographer sent a photo, and it went viral." Li Xinran said, "I'll use Boss Yao's account to forward it."

When she said this, everyone took out their mobile phones to watch.

That photo was taken casually by the photographer with his mobile phone. In the photo, Yao Sheng sat on a chair after dressing up, slightly raised his head, and Yao Fuxiang drew his eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil.Yao Sheng's side profile is very nice, and the way he looks at Yao Fuxiang can reveal a bit of a child's innocence, while Yao Fuxiang is full of kindness, his hair is already gray, the skin on his fingers is dry, and even his eyes are not very good You have to squint to see it a little bit, and you can't even see the demeanor of a famous actress from this old man.

But Yao Fuxiang took the matter of giving Yao Sheng his eyebrows so seriously, there was hope in his eyes.

The content of the photo is very simple, but looking at it can make people feel hundreds of thousands of complicated emotions.

The photographer may have realized the meaning of it after looking back after taking the photo, so he posted it. The accompanying text is what Yao Fuxiang said to Yao Sheng at that time.

"You are the best character in the world."

The pun is referring to the current Yao Sheng, and also referring to the Yao Fuxiang back then.Such an ancient art has been passed down from generation to generation. The grandfather draws eyebrows for his grandson, and waits for his little Jiaoer to appear on the stage full of hope. He comforts the little Jiaoer, but he is more nervous than the people on stage.

The fire of inheritance has never been extinguished.

Yao Sheng took the phone from Li Xinran's hand, he stared at the photo in a daze, and fell into silence.

"Teacher Yao, I also forwarded it." Ming Cheng whispered to Yao Sheng.

"Ah? Hmm...okay..." Yao Sheng replied perfunctorily, "Thank you." The constantly beating numbers in the background did not make him happy, even though he knew that tonight, this photo would be spread to every corner of the Internet .

It was Xie Shuangchen who first noticed Yao Sheng's absence, and jokingly asked him, "What's wrong? Did you really drink too much?"

"No." As if to prove that he was fine, Yao Sheng filled another glass and drank it all in one gulp, "Come on, drink!" He stood up and poured wine for everyone one by one. When he walked to Feng Feiluan, Feng Feiluan Feiluan stopped his hand and said: "Stop making trouble, you have to continue the performance tomorrow."

"Didn't I say I'm not in the way?" Yao Sheng laughed, "I'm so happy today! The acting is so successful, and now the Internet is full of news about praise and flattery, aren't you happy?"

"Happy." Feng Feiluan said calmly, "We deserve it."

"Well, that's good." Yao Sheng drank the wine in the quilt, turned the bottom of the cup, and sang as he walked, "The ice wheel on the island is turning, see the jade rabbit, and the jade rabbit has risen to the east..."

Ye Ling poked Xie Shuangchen with her elbow, and said in a low voice, "Did you really drink too much? Go and help him before he falls."

"Yeah." Xie Shuangchen got up, and before he walked to Yao Sheng with a smile, Feng Feifei stood up suddenly, grabbed Yao Sheng and said, "Why did you sing so well? Why are you so crazy? The wine is all on me!"

"I'm willing to sing, I like to sing, what do you care about?" Yao Sheng kicked the chair and sat down, but he didn't sit upright, with his legs crossed, and he held the cup in one hand and put it on the table, muttering and repeating, " I like to sing..." His expression suddenly became very tangled, his hands covered his face, everyone didn't know what happened to him, they could only look at him quietly.

After a long time, he said in a muffled voice: "I was very nervous before going on stage today. I was so nervous that I was scared. When I closed my eyes, I seemed to be able to see the scene that was blasted down by the audience that year."

The booing, booing, and ridicule of the audience filled Yao Sheng's ears, like a nightmare, no matter how good he was, it was just a black cloud covering his heart.

He panicked and ran off the stage crying, he failed the performance, not only the audience would scold him, the critics would laugh at him, and he would be beaten by his grandpa after returning home.

The 17-year-old Yao Sheng has no understanding of Peking Opera. He only knows that he has been learning since he was a child, and he has been learning it until now.The rebellious middle school boy seemed to have no emotion for the ancient drama. He never even liked this art, and once felt disgusted with the burden that his family put on him.

When he was frustrated on stage, the first reaction in his mind was: I don't like singing at all, I won't sing anymore!

After Yao Sheng returned home, he made a fuss for a long time, and his resistance was very tentative, because he felt that Yao Fuxiang would definitely beat him.It's useless even if his father came to stop him, at worst the father and son would be beaten together.

The whole family was turned upside down by him. If you want to die, you can only say a word. No child likes to sing. He sacrificed so much to sing. Why should the audience bully him?Now he is unhappy, he doesn't sing anymore, whoever loves to sing will sing.

"At that time, in order to show my firm stand, I threw away all the costumes." Yao Sheng pinched his temple with one hand, and said as if recalling, "I only found out later that my grandpa quietly followed me, and then Pick up the costumes I threw away."

"What are you drawing?" Feng Feifei was puzzled.

"Picture what?" Yao Sheng smiled, "I didn't know anything at the time, and I didn't like to think. All I knew was that I hated the stage and the audience. I sang a wrong line, and they laughed at me like a carnival. I was at fault, but was it so big that I needed to die? I was forced to sing. In such a family, I had no choice from the moment I was born. No one asked me whether I like to sing or not. Whether I want to sing or not, I'm really fed up."

Xie Shuangchen had heard about Yao Sheng's experience, but he had never heard Yao Sheng mention it.People who have studied art since childhood have faced a problem, that is, whether what they have learned is what they really like.

If the master tells you to learn it, you will learn it. If you are confused, it is like an arranged marriage in the feudal era. It doesn't matter if you don't like it. After getting along for a long time, you will naturally like it.

What Yao Sheng said made Feng Feifei empathize, he ran out because he didn't like the arrangement at home, and Feng Feiluan did the same.Feng Feifei glanced at her elder brother, then at Yao Sheng, and asked, "Then why are you continuing to sing?"

Yao Sheng was silent, smiled shallowly, and said: "I didn't listen to anyone at the time. My grandpa couldn't help it. He suddenly became very depressed and nervous. One afternoon he came to chat with me. I remember The sun was very sunny that day. He took reading glasses and wiped his head silently, taking care of each piece carefully, and then told me the history of them. After talking, he stopped talking and started crying. I asked What's wrong with him, he said that these things may be in the museum in the future. Now fewer and fewer people listen to operas, and he can't figure out why, in his era, there is obviously no one who doesn't listen to operas..."

Yao Fuxiang experienced the last glory of Peking Opera, but he will spend the rest of his life in its bleakness.

"I still remember what my grandpa said to me that day." Yao Sheng narrated calmly, "He said, Sheng'er, grandpa please, except not to sing, grandpa will promise you anything, if you don't If we sing, no one in our family will sing, and if young people don’t sing, Peking Opera will perish.”

After a word, he sighed.

Yao Sheng said to Feng Feifei: "Then I continued to sing, it's as simple as that. I didn't want to understand some great truth, but I was afraid that grandpa would cry."

Feng Feifei stared at Yao Sheng, unable to say a word.

"After singing for so many years, I suddenly discovered that I actually like singing, and gradually understand its charm. There were three ancient drama cultures in the world, ancient Greek drama, Indian Sanskrit drama, and Chinese opera. The first two It has become a piece of text in the history books, and only Chinese opera still maintains its style after experiencing the baptism of thousands of years." Yao Sheng continued, "I have sung so many plays, but in fact, it has not been until the last two or three years. Gradually figured out some ways, and only then did I really realize why my grandfather said those words to me. What my family gave me was not heavy responsibilities and shackles, but hope. I should do my best to let More people understand Peking Opera, instead of accusing the audience of being harsh."

"It's really difficult to become a role." He continued, "A role is always stared at by the audience. They always remind you that you can't make mistakes, and the price of making mistakes is too heavy. So after many years, I returned to the I will be very nervous when I go on stage in Tianjin, this is not just a bold and innovative performance for me, I am not afraid of those drama critics criticizing me, I am afraid of failing the people who have worked so hard for this performance.”

These words made everyone present have their own stories in their hearts.

Mingcheng didn't know that these people in front of him had lived a life like this for more than ten years, he couldn't understand, even though his practice career before his debut was extremely difficult, but after his debut, he had a large number of fans, and his life was different .Fans can tolerate him infinitely, it doesn't matter if his acting skills are average or his singing is average, as long as fans still like him, a lot of business cooperation is waiting for him.

He could only slightly notice, oh, learning to sing is really hard.But why it was bitter, he didn't know.

Because what he was facing was a huge group of fans, but the audience was very few.

Yao Sheng drank a little too much, and his walk was fuzzy, but he was very happy and kept talking.

When everyone walked out, Feng Feiluan half-supported Yao Sheng, Feng Feifei followed behind Xie Shuangchen and Ye Ling, without saying a word.When they got to the door, Feng Feiluan went to help get some things, and Yao Sheng stood at the door chatting with everyone.

"Teacher Yao." Ming Cheng came over and said, "I'm also in Beijing tomorrow, can I come back for you?"

"Returning? I've wronged you so much." Yao Sheng smiled and patted Ming Cheng on the shoulder, "Busy people, your time is precious. It's good that you come to cheer me up, come again, I can't even convince myself."

"What you said today makes sense and inspired me a lot." Ming Cheng smiled and said to Yao Sheng, "I think I should also make some contributions."

"Well, it's good." But Yao Sheng didn't say whether he agreed or not.

"I'm sleepy, I want to go back to sleep." Feng Feifei muttered.Their residences were all assigned by Yao Sheng, and they lived in the same hotel as Yao Sheng's.

"Back, back." Yao Sheng stretched out his hand, "Come, support me."

"Get lost!" Feng Feifei wanted to kick Yao Sheng with her feet.

Ming Cheng asked the manager: "Are we going back to Beijing overnight?"

The manager thought for a while and said, "It's too late, and it's not safe to walk at night, so let's go back tomorrow morning."

Ming Cheng asked Yao Sheng: "Mr. Yao, which hotel are you staying at? How about we go together?"

"Ah, together." Yao Sheng said, "Let's go."

It was already early morning when we arrived at the hotel, and everyone's exhaustion had already been revealed.Ming Cheng got off the car and was supposed to go into the hotel by himself, but he turned his head subconsciously and reached out to help Yao Sheng.

Yao Sheng would not refuse when someone rushed to serve him. He didn't care whether the other party was red or white, it made no difference in his eyes.

Anyway, not as good as him.

Just such a small action was photographed by someone with a heart and spread it among the fans, and the cult sprang up, as if the CP in the dream had come true.

This is not surprising.

"Oh my god." Xie Shuangchen threw herself on the bed, "I'm exhausted."

Ye Ling was also sleepy, and lay on the bed without taking off her clothes, and asked, "Do you think Boss Yao drank too much today?"

"Just drink until you're happy." Xie Shuangchen said with eyes closed, "He has his own measure."

"His words really surprised me." Ye Ling said, "I thought he..."

"He is a very ambitious person." Xie Shuangchen said, "As long as he thinks about it, he will do it, and he is never afraid of failure."

Ye Ling looked at Xie Shuangchen and said, "You too."

Xie Shuangchen opened his eyes, rolled over Ye Ling, and teased, "I can only fuck you."

"Stop making trouble." Ye Ling gently pushed Xie Shuangchen, "I'm too tired today, I'm still outside..."

"Well, don't make a fuss." Xie Shuangchen buried his head in Ye Ling's neck, "Kiss, kiss and go to sleep. We won't go with them in the morning tomorrow, and sleep until we wake up naturally."

"Where's Fei Fei?" Ye Ling asked.

"How would I know." Xie Shuangchen said, "He's already so old, why do I like to do what I want? Leave him alone."

"It's easy to say." Ye Ling said, "I feel that he may not sleep well tonight."

"You're really thinking about this and that." Xie Shuangchen said dissatisfiedly, "Please feel sorry for me."

Ye Ling said, "What's so distressing about you?"

Xie Shuangchen snorted, but said, "Ms. Ye, is today's performance good?"

"It's beautiful." Ye Ling said, "It's so beautiful, I feel happy for Boss Yao."

"When we have so many audiences, we will hold such a big event." Xie Shuangchen said, "I will bring you to Tianjin to hold the show."

Although Beijing is the birthplace of cross talk, Tianjin is the examination room for cross talk artists. This is the largest wharf in the rivers and lakes and the most important city for cross talk artists in their careers.

But Xie Shuangchen didn't think about these things, he just wanted to send Ye Ling back to his hometown in good clothes.

Ye Ling said: "Don't think about it so much, think about the things in front of you, it's better to be more down-to-earth..."

As he was talking, even breathing came from his ear, it turned out that Xie Shuangchen had already fallen asleep.

Ye Ling smiled helplessly, instead of calling Xie Shuangchen, she gently let him lie down, took off his clothes, and then fell asleep peacefully beside him.

How many nights like this, plain and gentle.

Xie Shuangchen's plan was very good, and he woke up naturally after sleeping, but the phone ringing suddenly in the morning disturbed his dream.