Raising You This Small Stuff

"It's up to you, Dudu." Mo Yicheng reminded.

Yuan Suo suddenly recovered and blurted out: "Okay."

Mo Yicheng: "..."

"No... I am... I mean I'm sorry, um, it's either that I'm sorry, or I'm sorry, I'm..." Yuan Suo completely confused herself, blushing.

Mo Yicheng laughed unkindly, stretched out his hand and nodded Wishso's forehead, "Now it's you." This action Mo Yicheng used to do before, but through the screen, he can clearly feel it at this moment. Yuan Suo couldn't help but shrink her neck at the temperature of her fingertips.

Looking at the long lines, I wished to swallow, his face was hot, and I didn't know if it was because of the mistake just now, I still had to "confess" to Mo Yicheng.

"The first time... the first time I saw you."

Mo Yicheng interrupted him, "Look into my eyes and imagine me as your favorite person in this world."

Willing to raise his eyes and face each other.

Actually, you don’t need to imagine that Mo Yicheng is willing to ask for the favorite person in this world!

Looking at Mo Yicheng's eyes, Yuan Suo seemed to understand the sentiment in this line, and no longer felt that it was so empty and unable to be grasped.

"The first time I saw you was at the beginning of school. During military training, my brothers and I went through the playground and saw the shadow of your eyelashes under the scorching sun..." Yuan Suo's voice is not as deep as Mo Yicheng's, with a youthful characteristic Sentimental and sincere.

Mo Yicheng stumbled upon hearing what he said, but he also felt that such a self-heating and young appearance might even move a person...

"So, can I... hold your hand? Keep going." Yuan Suo finally finished the last line.

Mo Yicheng was also silent for two seconds, then coughed lightly, and said, "You played well."

"Thanks...thank you."

"Do you want to practice a few more times?"

"……it is good."

The "confession" of the next two people you come to me, in the end, Yi Suo has mastered the characters well. During the whole process of talking to the lines, the two of them seemed to have discussed, and the last sentence "I'm sorry" was never said Export.

Finish the lines.

Wish to go to sleep when Suo was tired, Mo Yicheng helped him tuck the quilt and looked at the time at ten o'clock.

He took out another cell phone and sent a message to Chen Jiao, asking if he had any rest.

Chen Jiao immediately replied not yet.

Mo Yicheng sent a voice over and asked him if he could send a sample of the ringtone song.

Chen Jiao put down the guitar and pushed his glasses. The T-shirt that fits was changed into a wide pajamas. The two long legs sitting on the stool were thin and white.

Three minutes later, Chen Jiao sent a demo of the song over, with the name "Star River"

Mo Yicheng was so afraid that he would put on his headphones and click on "Galaxy". The soothing rhythm and clean sound made people feel short-term peace in this busy life.

Chen Jiao waited nervously for Mo Yicheng's reply. Today's mobile phone ringtone is really just an accident. If he really wants to play some tricks or hug Mo Yicheng's thigh, he won't be able to stay with Mo Yicheng for so long. But if Mo Yicheng really likes his music, even if it's just a casual share, a word in the circle can change his destiny.

The waiting time is particularly long.

Chen Jiao got himself a cup of hot water and returned to the bedroom. He was used to relying on white water to comfort his hunger-stricken stomach in such a quiet and cold night.

Chen Jiao is 30 years old this year. He entered the entertainment industry with dreams and his music road came to an abrupt end after a serious illness.

Sometimes he doesn’t understand why he’s staying here, or the last touch of attachment to his dream, or his expectation for the unattainable love, but both of them seem high to him. The stars hanging in the sky can make your neck sore when you look up, and you can't touch it.

He even didn’t know why he had such a strong love for someone who had almost no intersection with him, as if that person had already settled in his life, rooted for tens of thousands of years, and his promise had already been made. Out of the flower, and he had to admit that the flower was just his own illusion and wishful thinking.

He can’t seem to find the answer to many things. He doesn’t know why he is so firm in his musical dreams, why he fell in love with Mo Yiyan at first sight, and he doesn’t know where the inspiration for the "Galaxy" he created by himself in college came from. ...

Mo Yicheng transferred Chen Jiao's music demo to Jiang Ge. Jiang Ge is a very powerful music producer, and he is well-known in the domestic music circle.

Jiang Ge quickly replied to Mo Yicheng.

"Sing well, good song."

Being rated as "good" by Jiang Ge means that this song has at least reached an excellent level.

Jiang Ge sent a message again: Who did it?

Mo Yicheng replied: My assistant.

Jiang Ge:...

Mo Yicheng: [Smile]

Jiang Ge: It can be said that it is really buried.

Mo Yicheng: [Smile]

Jiang Ge: Want to hold it?

Mo Yicheng: He deserves a chance.

Then Mo Yicheng directly pushed Jiang Ge's WeChat to Chen Jiao tomorrow.

When Chen Jiao's WeChat rang, he quickly opened it, only to see a push of a business card.

The head on the business card is an abstract oil painting, and the name is a string of letters that he doesn't look big enough. It should not be in English.

Chen corrected in doubt.

Mo Yicheng followed in with a WeChat message: Jiang Ge, please note your name in extra time.

Chen Jiao was taken aback, Jiang Ge? !

Chen Jiao's fingers were shaking and sent a thank you to Mo Yicheng, and then added Jiang Ge's WeChat. Jiang Ge passed quickly. When Chen Jiao was considering how to say hello politely, Jiang Ge sent a music symbol and said straightforwardly that he liked his music.

Throughout the conversation, Jiang Ge's relatively introverted temperament became the active one. Chen Jiao never dared to speak, and the palms of his typing hands were sweaty from beginning to end.

At night, Mo Yicheng received Jiang Ge's WeChat: Chen Jiao is your brother's person?

Mo Yicheng was startled, not knowing where Jiang Ge started with this: Why did he say that?

Jiang Ge: I ran through his friends circle without any photos of him. I searched for your assistant on the Internet and saw two recent photos.

With that, I sent two photos. They were all taken by fans when they were at the airport, and they were all recent photos when they were with Mo Yicheng.

Mo Yicheng was stunned again, and it took him a long time to recover, and he also understood why Jiang Ge would ask.

At this time, Jiang Ge's reply was also sent: Brother Yi Yan changed around, his eyebrows were a bit like this, probably...my illusion.

Mo Yicheng paused, then replied for a long while: Well, an illusion. He is just my assistant. How are you talking?

Jiang Ge: Not bad, not a talented player, but he has his own unique style. If the route is chosen well, there is no possibility of fire.

Mo Yicheng: Good.

After finishing the conversation with Jiang Ge, Mo Yicheng became completely sleepy, got up and stood by the window for a while, his handsome eyebrows frowned, as if something condensed and couldn't melt away.

Suddenly, lightning cut through the night like a sharp blade, thunder blasted overhead, and a heavy rain came.

The charging light of the mobile phone on the bedside table indicated that it was full. Mo Yicheng walked over with his long legs and separated the mobile phone from the charger.

boom!

There was another thunder. The raindrops hit the floor-to-ceiling windows with crackling noises.

Mo Yicheng knew that the weather in the game was related to the player's real world, so he clicked on the game to see how Yuan Suo sleeps.

After entering the game, Mo Yicheng hesitated and chose the stealth mode because he was afraid that his sudden appearance would scare the wish to sleep in a daze.

There was a night light in Yuansuo's bedroom.

Yuan Suo, who was supposed to sleep in the middle of the bed, was curled up in a corner, with the quilt and pillows in his arms, and he was still trembling in the dim light. Mo Yicheng frowned, dudu, is this afraid of thunder?

Marshmallow is not afraid of thunder, and sleeps much more peacefully than Yuansuo.

The thunder sounded again, and the rain outside the window became more urgent, and the saplings with thick wrists were broken by the roaring wind. The dark clouds rolled, and a bolt of thunder and lightning smashed down, with a great momentum of breaking the ground. I wish to see red eyes. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, when the thunder sounded, he would still feel that there was a giant beast invisibly, swallowing it with teeth and claws. The cold battleship forced him to the corner, and he retreated. Retire, can only struggle in despair...

"Dudu." Mo Yicheng unlocked his invisibility and whispered the name of Yuansuo.

Yuan Suo was stunned for a moment, and looked over with some uncertainty. It was Mo Yicheng!

Mo Yicheng helped willing to turn on the light in the bedroom and looked at it with concern. He should have woke up for a while, his eyes and nose were red, and his lips were not bloody.

"Mo Yicheng." Yuan Suo called out, helpless after panic.

"Okay, it's okay, don't be afraid." Mo Yicheng comforted.

I wished to get out of a cold sweat, and the hair on his smooth and full forehead was wet.

It had already passed twelve o'clock, which meant that Yuan Suo had time to enter and leave the game again, so Mo Yicheng called out. I only found out that I was in a cold sweat, and my pajamas were already wet.

"I...I'll go back and change it." It's still a nightmare, and I'm still timid when speaking.

"No." Mo Yicheng said, and then took the nightgown from his closet and asked Yuansuo to change it. Mo Yicheng's nightgown was wide and worn on Yuansuo's body to make him look thinner.

"Now, go to bed, don't be afraid, I'll be on the side." Mo Yicheng said warmly.

After hesitating for a while, Yuan Suo crawled into Mo Yicheng's quilt, only his head leaked out, the bed under him was warm, and the quilt also had the fragrance of sunshine. Although the wind was still strong outside, Yuan Suo felt warmth like never before.

Mo Yicheng got up and boiled a cup of milk, tested the temperature, and asked Yuansuo to take two sips.

"Drink some, then go to sleep." Mo Yicheng's voice was very low, but it overwhelmed all the roars outside the window.

I wish Suo obediently finished drinking the milk, with a small ring around his mouth, Mo Yicheng smiled and wiped him with a tissue.

"Go to sleep."

Yuan Suo lay down again, Mo Yicheng still sitting on the side of the bed, blinking, Yuan Suo's voice was dull, "Um...Mo Yicheng, don't you sleep?"