Raising You This Small Stuff

In 2009, Christmas.

Snow fell on the shoulders, Santa stickers hung on the windows and doors of the street shops, the lights flickered, large and small Christmas trees...

Chen Jiao finished his part-time job in a restaurant near the school and trot back to the dormitory with two hot buns.

There was no one in the dormitory. Two roommates went out to accompany his girlfriend, and the other asked a friend to go out.

Chen Jiao's parents died early, and many festivals after his teenage years were celebrated by himself.

I thought that Christmas this year would be lonely.

But two months ago, a small game suddenly appeared in the phone changed everything.

Chen Jiao took the carefully protected midnight snack buns out of his coat arms and leaned in front of his nose to smell them. They were the last two beef xiaolongbaos left in the shop. The aroma was alluring.

Chen Jiao took out the phone, opened the lid, and said to the screen: "Tuan Tuan, I have supper."

What is displayed on the screen of the mobile phone at the moment is the "Elves Rebirth Mobile Game".

In a small room, in front of a small desk, sat a three-headed q-shaped figure.

The villain is wearing black home clothes, a meticulous hairstyle, and his back is straight, banging in front of a mini computer.

The elf called Tuantuan took a hold, turned his head, and glanced at Chen Jiao with a serious expression.

"Um... I'm sorry." Chen Jiao grinned, "I made a slip of the tongue, Mr. Tuan... Mr. Tuan. I brought home a supper. It is your favorite beef stuffed buns, do you want one?"

Mo Yiyan stared at Chen Jiao again, then sighed without a trace.

The name Tuan Tuan was obtained by Chen Jiao, and I only blamed myself for not being able to stop it at the time, and he pressed the confirmation button. According to the system's regulations, he could not change it at will.

Later, Chen Jiao explained that the reason he thought of Tuantuan for the first time was because when he first saw him, he felt like a serious little rice ball.

Serious, walking little rice ball...

"Today is Christmas." Little rice ball... Mr. Tuan jumped off the chair.

Chen Jiao nodded, "Yeah, so there are a lot of guests. I'm back late. Are you waiting in a hurry?"

Mo Yiyan watched Chen Jiao hurriedly take off his coat, but he was sweating in the cold weather outside, and he couldn't help frowning.

Chen Jiao saw it and asked, "Are you hungry?" As he said, he sent one of the buns in.

Mo Yiyan has been working on a dissertation tonight, preparing to take credits ahead of time. He hasn't eaten anything until now.

Two people are eating.

A message entered the phone.

Mo Yiyan did not take the initiative to turn off the "read phone information" function, so he can also see the content of Chen Jiao's information.

The one who sent the message was when the school started, a student whom Chen Jiao helped, named Wu Hang, had a harmless face with humans and animals. He was from a good family background and was quite popular in the school.

Chen Jiao clicked to view the information.

[Senior, tomorrow is a carnival night, the people in the club want to go out together, come on too! I will pick you up tomorrow! ]

"Tomorrow the literary and art club will go out and play together." Chen Jiao habitually said to Mo Yiyan after reading the information.

After Christmas is a three-day carnival night, many KTV entertainment venues around the university have been booked in advance.

Mo Yiyan didn't look up, "Tomorrow is my birthday."

"Huh?" Chen Jiao was stunned. "Aren't you on the same birthday as Wu Hang?" Wu Hang invited him to celebrate his birthday more than a month ago. As a result, he collided with Mo Yiyan's birthday. Have to miss the appointment.

Mo Yiyan bit on the bun with one bite, one side of his cheek was swollen, "That is my birthday in the solar calendar, but my birthday in the lunar calendar will be celebrated too."

"This...like it." Chen Jiao made a difficult case. The Chinese really must pay more attention to birthdays on the lunar calendar.

Putting down the buns, Mo Yiyan jumped out of the chair, short hands and feet, but with a serious look, "Cough cough... Gifts, don’t need to prepare, you will fulfill the basic obligations of the player and accompany me to finish the meal. , And then wait for twelve o'clock together."

In order to satisfy Mr. Tuan, Chen Jiao had to refuse Wu Hang's invitation and stay in the dormitory to accompany Mo Yiyan on his birthday.

Mo Yiyan's "birthday" day.

Chen Jiao packed a few dishes from outside and bought a small cake for two.

Mo Yiyan was in a good mood all day. Although both birthdays were bad days, they were happier than the birthdays of the previous twenty years.

Chen Jiao put a candle on top of the cake, "I will pass the cake in."

Mo Yiyan stopped, "Wait, just cut it in half and pass in."

"Ah? Not good." How can you blow candles on half of the cake on your birthday?

"What's wrong, do you want me to do this kind of rough work?" Mo Yiyan said bluntly, but fortunately, he has a cute and cool face, which makes people laugh.

Chen Jiao shook his head helplessly, "Well, I'll cut it."

"Huh~" Mo Yi turned his face away with disdain. In fact, what he was worried about was that Chen Jiao passed the cake in, and he would no longer be willing to take it out with money. He would probably find an excuse for his toothache and stomach discomfort to leave the cake to him.

Chen Jiao cut the cake and passed half of it into the game.

Two people guarded half of the cake inside and outside the screen, and candles were lit on the cake.

"Wait!" Chen Jiao ran to turn off the light in the dormitory, except for the light shining through the window, a small candle became the only light source.

The heating in the dormitory is very good. He only wears a white shirt, two buttons on the collar are unbuttoned, and the white neck and the deep and slender collarbone are looming.

Mo Yiyan's eyes changed, and then quickly closed his eyes.

"Have you made a good wish?" Chen Jiao rarely celebrated his birthday since he was a child, so he always looked forward to this wonderful sense of ritual in his heart.

It’s not a real birthday anyway, just pick one at random, right? Then I hope that Chen Jiao can stay in his life after he leaves the game in the near future... As for why, through two months of observation and his keen judgment, Chen Jiao is particularly suitable as an assistant. For this reason.

Mo Yiyan nodded, indicating that he had made a wish.

"Let's blow the candles together!" Chen Jiao was looking forward to this session most, his mouth was already bulging, and when he was about to blow out the candles the next second, the door of the dormitory was suddenly opened.

"...Senior, I'm sorry, but when I watched the lights outside, I thought there was no one, so I pushed it subconsciously." It was Wu Hang who came in.

"Ah... it's okay! Chen Jiao was startled by Wu Hang who suddenly bumped in, grabbed the phone leaning on the book, and buckled it on the desk.

From Mo Yiyan's perspective, the screen on the wall was pitch black...only the conversation between two people outside could be heard.

"Senior, are you celebrating your birthday today?" Wu Hang saw the half of the cake on the table that hadn't blown out the candles.

Chen Jiao was taken aback for a moment, and could only smirk, "Ah, yes, it's birthday."

A hint of surprise and ashamed flashed across Wu Hang's face, "I thought senior, you are your birthday in June, I'm so sorry." He had learned some information about Chen Jiao, but that was only official information, and some mistakes were possible. .

"It's okay, no need to apologize, I... I have my birthday on the lunar calendar."

Wu Hang:...

Wu Hang was speechless, knowing that Chen Jiao might be hiding something from himself, but now it was not the time to explore, his eyes fell on the cake with candles again and found that the cake was only half. The candle on it hadn't been blown out yet, obviously Chen Jiao hadn't eaten it yet.

"Senior!" Wu Hang's voice suddenly went hoarse, his eyes were red, and he looked sad and depressed.

"Um..." Chen Jiao was a little confused.

"You... are you... did you buy the leftover cake from others?" Wu Hang staged a drama in his heart at this moment. He had known that the parents of Chen Xuechang whom he admired had died of poor family status, but he did not expect to be so miserable...

Chen Jiao only wanted to keep the secret of the elves, and followed him without thinking, "Haha, it's... cheap."

"Senior!" Wu Hang exclaimed distressedly, and then vowed to take Chen Jiao to the most romantic birthday in history.

Chen Jiao refused for a long time but failed, and was finally dragged out for dinner.

Wu Hang still has to go to the movies and go to the square to go carnival.

Chen Jiao repeatedly said no.

The little guy in the game will definitely be angry, so what if he doesn't go back sooner?

Chen Jiao went back to the dormitory and clicked on the game.

As expected, Mr. Tuan sat with his back to the screen. The cake on the small table did not move at all. The candles on it had burned out, and tears were spread out on the cake.

"Mr. Tuan, Mr. Tuan." Chen Jiao didn't have time to take off his jacket, clicked on the game, and called twice to the little figure.

Mo Yiyan didn't turn his head, he didn't hear the same.

"round and round?"

"..."

"Dumpling?"

"..."

Chen Jiao nodded the small figure on the screen of the phone, "Okay, I apologize. But I was really worried that you would be discovered just now, so I was in a hurry."

The stubborn little figure still refused to answer.

I've apologized, can't you? Chen Jiao took off his jacket and sat down, preparing to fight a protracted battle with his little team.

Unexpectedly, he didn't speak for two minutes, folded his clothes, and Mo Yiyan turned around, with a fierce face and accusation.

Chen Jiao suddenly felt more guilty.

"Let's eat the cake together, okay? It will break after a long time." Chen Jiao patiently coaxed.

Mo Yiyan glanced at the cake on the table. In fact, he doesn't like sweets at all. Before he became an elf, every time his birthday was held by Mo's mother, he barely had a bite or two even if it was the most advanced birthday cake customized.

But a month ago, Chen Jiao bought a bowl-sized panda cake, but he ate it all. He could feel that Chen Jiao was doing his best to give him the best.

Chen Jiao usually goes to work. He does not take the subway. He has to walk for more than ten minutes on two buses. He only saves two dollars. His shoes and clothes are of the styles of a few years ago, and the vest inside has already been washed. It's transparent. It is such a person, but he is willing to put his years of savings out, helped him pay 10,000 yuan in tuition, and bought a customized small suit as a gift on his birthday.

Every dime is accumulated by his hard work, and so is this little cake.

Chen Jiao saw that the expression on his little elf's face eased, and smiled: "Come on, I forgot to pass in the lower fork just now. Look at this little fork, there is a picture of a red panda on it, it looks like you... ...Cough cough...I passed it in, ha..."

The fork is transferred into the game.

Mo Yiyan clenched his hand, suddenly raised his head, "Chen Jiao."

"Huh?" Chen Jiao dug a piece of butter and was about to stuff it into his mouth.

"I'll raise you in the future." Mo Yiyan stood at the dining table, his big eyes revealing seriousness and deepness that did not match his appearance.

Chen Jiao was startled.

Mo Yiyan continued: "I will raise you in the future, and I will never make you unable to afford cakes and be bullied by others."

"Ah, good!" Chen Jiao was stunned, his eyes were a little hot, and a warm current flowed slowly in his chest. Although he was talking only a different-dimensional life in a mobile phone, it was still a q-version dumpling, but it gave him unprecedented Of comfort and security.

June 2010.

Mo Yiyan has reached level 52. Because of the system's restrictions, he cannot meet with his family and reveal his identity, but he can enter and leave the game freely. With a strong business acumen, the use of the game's item transfer function achieved the first pot of gold in the logistics industry, and then began financial investment. Really support their own players.

Of course, the worries after the full level have increased with the increase in the number of levels, but recently there is a biggest practical problem that has always plagued Mo Dashao. That is, after he can freely enter and exit the game, the system automatically arranges his identity in the three-dimensional yuan. The names on his valid documents such as his household registration book and ID card are all-Chen Tuantuan.

Chen Tuantuan!

For this, Chen Jiao expressed his sincere apologies several times, but Mo Yiyan clearly saw his shaking shoulders after turning around.

Reluctantly, he could only stare at the opponent coldly with dead fish eyes every time he saw his name after being checked with his documents, until the opponent swallowed the smile that crawled to the corner of his mouth.

"Tomorrow there will be activities in the club. Today we are going to rehearse in the auditorium. Would you like to come and see?" Chen Jiaohuai held the guitar inside and leaned on Mo Yiyan.

The two had just finished their dinner and they were blowing air on the balcony of the rental house.

After Mo Yiyan returned to his original appearance, he was half head taller than Chen Jiao, shoulders wide, and a full circle bigger than the thin Chen Jiao. He changed his posture, circled the person in his arms, and flicked the strings with Chen Jiao's hand.

"The one named Wu Hang, too?" Mo Yiyan asked.

"Yeah." Chen Jiao never knew why Mo Yiyan was particularly hostile to Wu Hang, but he still stood on Mo Yiyan's side in his heart, so he added: "We are not a show. I play and sing on the guitar, he is a A stage play."

Speaking of this stage performance, Mo Yiyan couldn't help but frown. Had it not been for him to pretend to be sick 15 times a month, Chen Jiao might have been dragged into the show.

"I happened to be fine today." Mo Yiyan decided not to give the kid the slightest chance. "You were fine the day you performed."

As a result, on the day of the official performance, an actor in Wu Hang's stage play suddenly got dysentery and was taken to the hospital to hang water. There was really no way to insist on performing.

"Senior, you have read this script before, and this character adds up to three lines. The rest of the time is in a coma. Would you please help out a guest appearance?" Wu Hang looked sincere.

Chen Jiao hesitated, "But I haven't rehearsed."

Wu Hang hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's okay, you just need to remember the lines and follow my emotions."

Chen Jiao had no choice but to agree, took the script and turned it over. It was true that the unconscious protagonist had grown up, and finally awakened smoothly at the end of the story, and then hugged the protagonist deeply...

Mo Yi carried a box of fruits to the backstage to look for someone. As a result, he saw Chen Jiao holding a script and looking at it seriously. He was practising something with gestures in his hands. A bad premonition arose in his heart. .

The lights dimmed...

The protagonist who was in a period of confusion in his life finally found his way forward. He must bravely step out of his safety circle and pursue the true belonging in his heart. He loves music and he wants to embark on this sacred path!

The twists and turns of the storyline shocked and moved many people in the audience.

At the last moment, the piano genius who fell into a coma at the beginning, the protagonist grew up with his best friend, seemed to be summoned miraculously, and slowly opened his eyes...

"Luo Feng!" Wu Hang trembled, and walked step by step to the hospital bed that was just pushed onto the stage. There was a person lying on the bed. The person who had promised to chase the dream of music since childhood was about to wake up!

His heart was beating violently, he didn't know if he was really immersed in the story, or he could finally hug Chen Jiao openly. Wu Hang firmly believes that this hug will become a turning point in their emotions!

The person on the hospital bed moved, perhaps to make it more tense and shocking. Luo Feng turned his back to the audience when he slowly got up.

"Luo Feng, you are awake." Wu Hang said his lines, his eyes fell on the back of the patient gown, faintly feeling that something was wrong.

Luo Feng spoke with his back to the audience, his voice was low and hoarse after a long sleep, "Yes, your dream has also woke up."

"No, it's our dream that woke up." The voice is also weird... Wu Hang feels that there is a problem more and more, but he can only reluctantly convince his senior that his acting skills have changed his voice.

Wu Hang walked towards Luofeng.

Suddenly, Luo Feng turned around!

The audience who was moved and held their breath in the audience was a small commotion in regular script.

"Oh my God, so handsome!! This is our school? Why haven't I seen it before?"

"Which department, who knows?"

"Looks older than us, seniors from other colleges?"

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Wu Hang was no less shocked than the audience. The senior who wanted to hug him turned into a rival who warned him many times not to get close, and his emotions instantly sank to the bottom.

According to the plot, the next two people should embrace affectionately, and then say the line "Long time no see" together. This line is a pun, symbolizing goodbye brothers and the dream of goodbye.

Wu Hang, who should have taken the initiative, was dumbfounded.

Mo Yiyan's expressionless face raised the corner of his mouth slightly, stretched out his long arms, pulled the person over, circled his neck, and viciously moved into his arms.

From the audience's point of view, the two people are brothers and embrace each other closely. In fact, Wu Hang has been strangled to breathe.

Mo Yiyan whispered in his ear: "People are mine, don't even think about touching them in your life or your next life."

Wu Hang wanted to get angry and retort, but found that the opponent's arm was almost like a steel bar. He was strangled so that he could not breathe.

The audience in the audience thought that Wu Hang was too involved in the performance, and gave warm applause to tears.

"Mmm..."

Mo Yiyan's eyes were dangerous, "Do you understand what I said?"

"Ming...cough cough cough...understood...cough cough cough..." Wu Hang felt a huge shock, and asked for a breath of fresh air.

Mo Yi smiled and relaxed, patted Wu Hang's back vigorously, and said, "Long time no see."

Hear the ending line.

The curtains on both sides slowly closed...

There was thunderous applause from the audience.

Chen Jiao also clapped desperately on the side of the stage, Mo Yiyan played really well!

The man on the stage is so dazzling, there are so many people on the stage, but he is the only one in my own eyes...

The performance is over.

The two walked back to the rental house.

I don't know who took the initiative, and the two hands that frequently touched each other were tightly held together.

Back to the rental house.

Mo Yiyan gently circled the person in his arms, and the foreheads of the two people were pressed together. The room was very quiet. You could hear each other's breathing and feel the heat between the breath.

The stars dotted outside the window adorned this songful night.

"From now on, only I can hold you."

"it is good."

March 2011.

The peach blossoms are blooming.

Chen Jiao got up and found that it was already bright.

Wanting to get up, he pulled the muscles on his body, the soreness made him fall back again.

Mo Yiyan has always been restrained in bed matters and took great care of his feelings. Chen Jiao is also shy in nature, so there are rarely situations as absurd as last night.

"It's eating." Mo Yiyan approved the breakfast and came to ask Chen Jiao to get up, as if he knew he was inconvenient, he immediately picked up the person from the bed, held him and went to the restaurant.

Chen Jiao had half a bowl of hot porridge, his stomach was warm and his strength recovered.

Mo Yiyan ate something by himself, then stared at Chen Jiao as if he couldn't see enough.

After breakfast.

The two originally planned to go out and play. However, considering Chen Jiao's reality, he decided to watch a movie in a bed.

There are movies that Chen Jiao likes on the TV.

Chen Jiao has a principle in the definition of "good" movies. No matter how tortuous the process, the ending must be he. This is also his expectation of his life.

"I put everything in the drawer of the bedside table, you can see it when you open it." Mo Yiyan hugged the person in his arms, feeling the man's thinness like never before, and he even began to regret his decision.

"Good." Chen Jiao's gaze stayed on the TV, and he knew that Mo Yiyan had been preparing for the transfer of property these days.

"I have kept our group photos in many places, but it is likely to be destroyed by the system, but I have firmly engraved your appearance in my heart, I swear, I will never forget it."

"……it is good."

"We will definitely find each other."

"I know."

Looking out the window of the rental house, the peach blossoms in the community are blooming.

Chen Jiao felt as if he had forgotten something...

Open the drawer, there is nothing in it except a stack of lyrics and music written by his hand.

It seems, what is missing...

2020, Christmas.

Wu Hang, the vice president of a media company, clicked on Weibo.

Today’s headlines are the news that the new original singer Chen Jiao has come out, and it turns out to be the young master of the Mo family.

The photo of two people holding hands and appearing in front of the public is so dazzling and right. Suddenly, Wu Hang was a little envious, and even his chest bulged for a faint quarter.

In fact, Wu Hang has always wondered why the eldest of the Mo family who suddenly awakened after a year of sleep for so many years always targeted him everywhere.

Wu Hang recalled his past very carefully, and did not find that he had offended him, or even had any intersection with him.

Could it be that I forgot something?

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Thank you for your company all the way, see you in the new article!

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