When Miya came over with the photo album, Ouyang Guang's eyes widened in surprise. The album was full of photos of him when he was a trainee. Some were blurry, and some only showed half of his face, but they were carefully marked with the time and place.

"Guang! This is a photo album made by all the fans of the cafe. It contains photos of you before you came out." Miya pointed at the photos and laughed out loud.

Ouyang Guang looked through the photos and felt a little sore in his nose. Those days of obscurity and sweat were now carefully treasured by someone.

"I love it and will treasure it! Thank you to all the noonas in the fan site. Thank you very much for your continued support and love!"

Ouyang Guang drew the sun and sunflowers in the album and wrote "I will work hard to become the shining sun!"

Shin Hye kept her head down as she walked to the table. After handing the album to Ouyang Guang, she whispered, "Guangxi... do you prefer someone older or younger? Although he's the youngest, he feels like an older brother to me."

Ouyang Guang winked at Shin Hye: "Noona, do you like older men? My oppa is fine too! I will be satisfied!"

"Really? Kwang oppa!" Shin Hye was so happy that she was about to burst into bubbles!

"Of course it's true. In exchange, you can't like anyone else, you can only like me!" Ouyang Guang stretched out his hand and pulled.

"Promise!"

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"SUN, you are still growing. You seem to be taller than when you were young~" a female fan wearing round-frame glasses said with a smile. "I want to know SUN's secret to growing taller!"

Ouyang Guang was stunned for a moment: "Really? I didn't even notice it myself..." He straightened his back like a tall poplar, his eyes curved into crescents, "If you get more sleep and drink more milk, you can grow as tall as me."

As he spoke, he also made a gesture of drinking milk, holding an imaginary glass with his slender fingers, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down with the "swallowing" action. This impromptu performance caused a burst of laughter from the fans around him.

"But being too tall also has its troubles," Ouyangguang lowered his voice, as if sharing a little secret, "I can't sleep at night because of cramps." He gestured what it looked like to have a cramp, and his expression was exaggerated and cute.

"Oh my god, our SUN really grew up under the eyes of his fans~" Kim Junmyeon joked, drawing good-natured laughter from the audience.

Ouyang Guang drew a growing sapling next to his signature and wrote below: "Thank you for witnessing my growth~"

When the girl took the autograph, he suddenly bent down so that his eyes were level with hers: "Nuna, please witness my growth." This gentle gesture made the girl's eyes red instantly.

…

"Why do you want to be a trainee and an idol? Will you be lonely in Korea? Will you miss home? Have you ever wanted to give up..." A Chinese fan wearing a bow hairpin asked softly, her fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of the album.

Ouyang Guang's hand, which was signing, suddenly stopped, and the tip of the pen spread a small ink dot on the paper. Memories of the practice room came flooding back like a tide, the reflection of the practice figures on the mirrored wall in the early morning, and the nights when I could only video chat with my family late at night.

"At first... I just wanted to give it a try." He raised his head, his eyes became soft and distant, "But as time went by, the desire to stand on the stage became stronger and stronger..." His fingers gently turned the signature pen, and the metal pen body glowed faintly under the light.

"As for the time when I feel lonely and homesick..." His voice softened, his eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly. "It will definitely happen, but once I choose this path, I will not give up..."

Ouyang Guang smiled, his eyes sparkling: "Besides, you guys have always supported me, I am not alone."

Soobin, who was holding a camera in the back row, quietly pressed the shutter to record the boy's gentle smile in the light. That smile hid the pain of growing up, but was also full of light.

As time went by, more and more girls brought surprises. One gave her a comic book she drew by hand, telling her story of how she went from a trainee to a debutant; another brought her own potted plants, saying, "I'm growing as hard as you."

"Last ten minutes!" the staff reminded.

The signing event ended and the girls left reluctantly. Ouyang Guang held a pile of letters and gifts, feeling his heart was filled.