Extra five

Early in the morning, Song Yi sent Song Xiaoyue to the interest class. It was not yet time for class, and the door of the dance studio was half-open, so one could vaguely see the scene inside.

Wen Ci was stretching his legs on the horizontal bar.

He held the pole with both hands, and bent his back as much as possible to form a graceful arc. His left leg stood straight on the ground, his right leg was raised high and backward, almost touching his head, and his whole body was like a slender and fully drawn bow.

His body was wrapped in a black slim-fitting training suit, and from a distance he looked like an elegant black swan perched on the shore.

There was a "bang" sound, which was the sound of Song Yi loosening his grip and throwing Song Xiaoyue to the ground.

Song Xiaoyue was indeed a talented dancer. He jumped out of his brother's arms nimbly and landed steadily on the ground.

Wen Ci turned around in surprise, his cheeks flushed, his lips half open, and his eyes slowly widened: "Song Xiaoyue?"

Song Xiaoyue was as shameless as his brother. He ran to Teacher Wen and raised his backpack: "Teacher, I'll treat you to breakfast."

Inside was a sandwich made by Song Dashan.

"Teacher has already eaten." Wen Ci touched his head and looked at Song Yi: "Why are you eating so early today?"

Song Yi scratched his head, not knowing where to put his eyes. Song Xiaoyue was trying hard to wink at him. He stuttered for a while before saying, "I'm going to work, and I'll drop him off on the way."

Wen Ci nodded, and the loosely tied hair tie slipped off her hair as she moved.

The half-long hair was spread out, and before he could react, Song Yi picked up the hair tie first, held it in his palm and handed it to him: "It fell, it fell."

"Thank you." Wen Ci took the hairband away, put it in his mouth and tied his hair up again.

Song Yi only felt a slight itch in his palm. He suddenly put his hands behind his back, half clenched them into fists, and coughed into his mouth in an attempt to cover up his mistake: "Well...if there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

"Goodbye, brother." Song Xiaoyue shouted loudly.

Back in the elevator and going downstairs, the heat on Song Yi's face still hadn't subsided. There is a faint fragrance coming from the palm of my hand, but I can't tell what it smells like.

Song Yi put his palm to his nose and sniffed it again. When the elevator reached the bottom floor, he ran out in two steps and jumped down four or five steps in front of the gazes of Li Rourou and her sister.

"Song Dashan, you are crazy," Sister Li's eyes widened, "You are so happy on a Monday morning."

In the next few days, Song Xiaoyue became the first student to arrive in the classroom. He was not as noisy as other boys of his age. He ate his breakfast quietly and helped Wen Ci pack up his equipment.

Until one day, Song Xiaoyue was in a bad mood early in the morning. Wen Ci noticed that he was in a bad mood and called him outside the corridor during the break: "Xiaoyue, talk to the teacher. Are you unhappy?"

Song Xiaoyue pursed his lips and said nothing, looking like he was standing strong on his own. Under Wen Ci's patient guidance, he said, "My birthday is in two days, and Song Dashan said he would take me to the amusement park."

How could I not be happy going to an amusement park? Wen Ci waited patiently, only to see Song Xiaoyue's mouth curl down and his voice start to cry: "Then, then Song Dashan said he had to work and didn't take me with him."

Wen Ci can understand that you are busy with work, but if you are not sure whether you can go, you should not make a promise in the first place.

Song Xiaoyue looks careless, but he is quite sensitive. Just when Wen Ci was thinking about how to comfort him, he saw Song Xiaoyue groping in Stitch's backpack and pulled out two crumpled tickets: "Teacher, my brother gave me the tickets, can you go with me?"

Wen Ci: “…”

This was the first time he was invited by such a young child. He couldn't bear to refuse and grabbed Song Xiaoyue's short hand: "Teacher will go with you."

"Great!" Song Xiaoyue jumped up from the spot and threw himself into Wen Ci's arms, "Teacher Wen, you are fine!"

The compliments from children are always sincere and undisguised. Wen Ci unconsciously raised the corners of his lips: "Because Xiao Yue is also very cute."

On his birthday, Wen Ci picked him up at the address given by Song Xiaoyue.

Song Xiaoyue lived in an old alley and was left by his careless brother to wait at a breakfast shop at the entrance of the alley. He was wearing a pair of light yellow pants and a white shirt with a sunflower pattern on it. He sat there like a vibrant little yellow flower.

"The teacher is here!" Song Xiaoyue ran over and hugged Wen Ci's thigh, then turned around and waved goodbye to the breakfast shop owner: "Auntie, my teacher is here, I'm leaving first!"

The big and small held hands and got on the bus. Coincidentally, Wen Ci was also wearing a light yellow knitted sweater today. The auntie sitting behind them turned her head and said with emotion: "The child is so big, but you still look so young."

"I'm not Teacher Wen's child." Song Xiaoyue shook his head.

"Oh, no," the aunt turned her entire upper body and looked at Wen Ci with burning eyes, "So, young man, do you have a girlfriend?"

Wen Ci laughed and said, "No."

The aunt said: "My daughter is about your age, are you interested in meeting her?"

"No!" Song Xiaoyue stretched out his short hand to block Wen Ci and said anxiously, "Teacher Wen has to be my brother in the future, and can't be my boyfriend."

The child was anxious and spoke incoherently. The aunt thought that the child was very dependent on his brother and didn't want to be snatched away by his brother, so she smiled and said, "Okay, I will only be your brother."

He turned back and whispered to Wen Ci: "Young man, don't you really want to consider it?"

"No need," Wen Ci smiled and shook his head, using Song Xiaoyue's words to refuse, "Being his brother is very busy."

When the two arrived at the amusement park, children were already having fun everywhere. Song Xiaoyue was obviously also excited, but he didn't run around. He held Wen Ci's hand obediently: "Teacher Wen, what do you want to play?"

Wen Ci smiled and said, "Today is Xiaoyue's birthday, the teacher will play with you."

"Teacher, I want to ride that carousel, is that okay?" Song Xiaoyue raised his hand and pointed, jumping up and down on the spot uncontrollably.

After they rode the carousel and bumper cars, Song Xiaoyue's face was flushed and beads of sweat rolled down. The sun gradually rose higher. Wen Ci wiped the sweat off his face, led Song Xiaoyue to a shady place, and bought him an ice cream.

"There's ice cream and air conditioning over there." Song Xiaoyue looked at the VIP lounge not far away, "But I can't go there now."

Wen Ci followed his gaze and saw that the VIP room was usually provided to customers who bought a luxury package of the amusement park and theme hotel. He had been there once before when he was recording a show. If Song Xiaoyue really lived in the old alley, he should not have come into contact with such places.

Before he could figure it out, the parade dolls from the amusement park came over waddling, and Song Xiaoyue ran over holding an ice cream cone: "Teacher Wen, come and take a picture!"

The dolls not only perform, but also interact with the children. Winnie the Pooh, holding a bunch of balloons, attracted a group of children and parents.

Song Xiaoyue was standing in front and accidentally separated from Wen Ci. Wen Ci squeezed over and pulled him in front of him to protect him from being bumped into.

At this moment, a burly male parent cut in line and bumped into Wen Ci, causing him to stagger a few steps. However, with Song Xiaoyue in front of him, he did not dare to move forward to relieve the force and fell to the side with his body tilted.

A hand wrapped in a doll costume stretched out from the crowd, held him steadily, and used its round belly to support it, helping Wen Ci regain his balance.

Wen Ci looked back and saw that it was the big dog Pluto.

"Thank you!" he raised his voice, not knowing whether the people inside could hear him.

The big dog let him go, took two steps back, performed an elegant gentleman's salute, and then took off his hood...

The person in the doll costume turned out to be Song Yi.

"Brother!" Song Xiaoyue screamed and rushed over.

Wen Ci was also slightly surprised, and only heard him say: "I happened to be working part-time at the amusement park today."

The weather has not yet fully entered autumn, and the temperature at noon is still a little high. Song Yi has been active in his doll costume for the entire morning, with beads of sweat on his forehead and eyebrows. But this did not hinder his handsomeness. His eyes soaked with sweat became even brighter, and passers-by nearby took out their mobile phones and started taking pictures.

“The amusement park staff are so nice.”

"Ahh, Pluto just shook my hand."

Song Yi was calm when facing the camera, and it was obvious that this was not the first time he had encountered such a thing. But Wen Ci suddenly turned his head, took out his cell phone from his pocket with trembling hands, put on a mask, lowered his head and walked quickly to a place where there were few people.

"What's wrong?" Song Yi took off his clothes while walking. Song Xiaoyue was faster than him: "Teacher Wen, are you suffering from heatstroke?"

He sat on the bench and looked at Song Yi, his expression somewhat evasive: "Since you are free now and can spend Xiaoyue's birthday with me, I will leave first."

"How are you going to go back like this?" Song Yi was a little worried. Although he didn't know what Wen Ci was hiding from, he still said, "I'm worried about you leaving like this."

Song Xiaoyue noticed that the atmosphere was not right, and threw himself on Wen Ci's legs, not daring to speak loudly: "Teacher Wen, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No," Wen Ci touched his face, "Teacher is just... a little tired."

After being banned from the entire Internet, Wen Ci never appeared in front of the camera again. Just when he thought he might be able to start a new life, he suddenly found that he seemed unable to face the camera naturally.

He just wanted to record a dance video of himself, but he always filtered something when facing the camera, as if there were scolding and cursing lurking behind the black glass, making him subconsciously want to escape.

He couldn't believe what kind of bloody storm would be caused if someone took a picture of him and posted it online.

Song Yi ran to a small supermarket to buy some ice water, unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to him. His tall figure stood in front of Wen Ci, firmly blocking any prying eyes.

Wen Ci realized his own gaffe: "I'm sorry, I..."

"Do you feel better now?" Song Yi didn't ask him why he felt this way, but his tone was filled with worry. "Did you get carsick when you were playing with Song Xiaoyue just now?"

Wen Ci had already returned to normal. Not wanting to make Song Xiaoyue worry, he smiled and said, "Teacher is fine now. What else do you want to play, Xiaoyue?"

Song Xiaoyue rubbed his belly and said sensibly: "I'm a little hungry, let's go eat something."

After all, it was a birthday, so Song Yi took them out for a luxurious Western meal for the first time. Song Xiaoyue wore a small bib and skillfully used a children's knife and fork to cut steak. He also knew to eat more salad to supplement vitamins, and drank soup very properly without making any noise.

Wen Ci couldn't help but glance sideways. Unless a child had excellent family education since childhood, it would be impossible to develop such standard table manners.

Song Yi seemed to have noticed his gaze, shook his head and sighed: "Before the family fell into decline, our Xiao Yue was also a respectable child."

Song Xiaoyue looked up and said, "Song Dashan is also a decent brother."

Song Yi nodded proudly, and the two of them took over happily.

Wen Ci: “…”

The little incident at noon was swept away by the brothers' jokes. After dinner, the two accompanied Song Xiaoyue to play children's projects and had afternoon tea and cake.

Song Xiaoyue went crazy all day and finally ran out of energy in the evening. He fell asleep in his brother's arms.

Song Yi put his arm around him with one hand, let Song Xiaoyue hook his arms around his neck, and wandered aimlessly in the amusement park with Wen Ci.

Wen Ci pinched Song Xiaoyue's arm, which was as soft as if it had no bones, and said softly, "Why don't we go back today? Xiaoyue is tired too."

Song Yi scratched his head with his free hand, half-clenched his fist and then gently loosened it, as if he wanted to grab something, and finally negotiated: "Can you wait a little longer?"

Wen Ci nodded without comment, thinking that he was waiting for someone else. The sky slowly cooled from a gorgeous smoky purple to cobalt blue. The slender clouds were blown away by the wind, and more and more people gathered in the square.

Song Xiaoyue woke up, rubbed his eyes, and leaned over his brother's shoulder to see the stars as big as bowls. He suddenly shouted, "Fireworks show!"

Just as he finished speaking, with a muffled thud, the first firework shot up into the sky, exploded into thousands of golden lights, and then fell like rain. People around took out their phones to take pictures. Song Xiaoyue rode on Song Yi's neck, waving his two short arms: "Ahhh!"

The fireworks went off one after another as if endlessly, leaving no chance for people to breathe. Wen Ci couldn't help but look up. The castle in the amusement park looked like a magic kingdom in the smoke and fireworks.

A child ran past him screaming, and his clothes were pulled at the elbow. Song Yi approached him and said, "Be careful."

The voices were drowned out by the crowd, and Wen Ci could only nod to show that he understood, but he held his hand but did not let go. He looked back in surprise, and felt someone gently hook his finger, and then his fingertips were circled.

Although the hand holding his was broad, it didn't exert any strength at all, and the slightest movement would allow him to break free. Wen Ci felt as if half of his body had lost consciousness, and fireworks exploded above his head. He was startled reflexively and his fingers curled up subconsciously. Song Yi finally used some strength and held him tightly.

Song Xiaoyue was still yelling and screaming on his brother's neck and didn't see what was happening below. Song Yi moved closer and whispered, "Teacher Wen, are the fireworks beautiful?"

Wen Ci had no idea how to react. All he could hear was his pounding heartbeat, which merged with the fireworks above his head and exploded into a colorful mess in his mind.

Song Yi's ears turned red. He didn't hear a reply for a long time. Just when he was about to muster up the courage to speak again, he felt the fingers in his palm being pulled out.

He subconsciously clenched his fists, not wanting to let anyone go, and said in a low and urgent tone: "Teacher Wen, I like you. I have liked you since the first time I saw you. Can you, can you..."

"Give me a chance."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fireworks above his head began to fall, illuminating half of Wen Ci's face. He came back to his senses as if waking from a dream, and pulled his hand out abruptly, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice: "No, I..."

Song Yi immediately let him go, as if he had done something wrong: "No, I'm not going to force you."

Wen Ci didn't give him the chance to make up for it. He took two steps back tremblingly, turned around and left as if fleeing. He soon disappeared in the crowd.

Song Xiaoyue lowered his head in confusion: "Hey, where's Teacher Wen?"

Song Yi said bitterly: "Teacher Wen went back first..."

Wen Ci returned home in a daze, threw himself onto the sofa in the dark, and his pounding heart gradually calmed down.

Naitang was sleeping soundly on the carpet. He seemed to be able to sense his owner's mood. He circled around Wen Ci a few times and finally curled up on his legs and didn't move.

Wen Ci took a deep breath and buried his face in the fluff of the toffee. The kitten's belly was soft and warm, gradually soothing his troubled mind.

He was not a young boy who had just begun to fall in love, and he noticed Song Yi's cautious advances, but he knew that he was far from being as glamorous as he looked, and the old scars on his body reminded him of everything he had been through.

Maybe it was because Song Xiaoyue was too cute that he unconsciously let down his guard and forgot about his precarious situation.

Wen Ci fell asleep holding Naitang. It was not until dawn that he woke up rubbing his eyes and realized that he had been lying on the sofa all night.

Today is a workday and I still have to work in the dance studio.

Although he doesn't need to face the camera, he still pays great attention to his image. Wen Ci put on some light makeup and forced herself to go to work.

He was a little late, and when he arrived there were already some children waiting at the door. Wen Ci opened the door of the dance studio apologetically: "Everyone come in and warm up first, let's review the moves we learned last week."

"Teacher, why are your eyes a little red?" Li Rourou asked, looking up.

"Because the teacher stayed up late last night," Wen Ci stroked her pigtails, "If you stay up late, you will become ugly."

Sister Li looked around and asked in surprise, "Why didn't Song Dashan and Song Xiaoshan come? Aren't they always very active?"

Wen Ci paused, then realized that something seemed to be missing. Usually at this time, Song Xiaoyue would have accompanied him to wipe the equipment and start preparing for class.

"Maybe he asked for leave," he paused, "I'll go ask the attendance teacher later."

Not only that day, but Song Xiaoyue did not show up for the next two weeks. The attendance teacher was also confused and said that Song Yi did not ask to drop out of the class, but kept saying that he had something to do and could not come.

This semester's classes are about to end soon. Wen Ci has choreographed a graduation dance for the children, but Song Xiaoyue's seat has remained vacant.

Maybe he was afraid of being embarrassed if they met again. Wen Ci understood the momentary impulse of adolescent boys. Just like when he first signed with Wenhua Entertainment, he always fantasized about having a bright future.

But he still felt a little guilty. After thinking about it for a few days, Wen Ci took the initiative to find the attendance teacher and wanted to refund Song Xiaoyue's tuition at his own expense.

"Teacher Wen, what are you doing? If he doesn't want to come, then he doesn't have to come." The attendance checker was very disappointed, "He has to pay for going to work."

Wen Ci didn't explain why and insisted on returning the money. The attendance teacher opened the registration form and said in surprise, "Song Xiaoyue has clearly renewed for the next term. Why don't you wait a little longer? He may come in two days."

Sure enough, a few days later, when the second semester started, Song Xiaoyue appeared in the classroom again with his small schoolbag on his back.

“Teacher Wen!” He screamed and ran in from outside the dance studio, hugging Wen Ci’s thighs, “I miss you so much!”

The young child can tell crosstalk, and I don’t know who taught him. Wen Ci looked towards the door: "Brother didn't come?"

"Song Dashan sent me downstairs and left," Song Xiaoyue laughed, "He said he was too ugly and was afraid of scaring the teacher."

"Ugly?" Wen Ci didn't understand.

"Teacher, let me tell you something," Song Xiaoyue waved his chubby little hand at him, asking Wen Ci to bend down, and whispered, "Song Dashan was beaten by his father."

"He was beaten?" Wen Ci opened his eyes wide. This was the first time he heard about his parents from Song Xiaoyue. He couldn't help but half squatted down and asked, "Why did you beat him?"

"I don't know either," Song Xiaoyue couldn't say, but he imitated the words vividly, "They also said they wanted to lock up Song Dashan."

Wen Ci asked nervously, "What are you going to do now?"

"Song Dashan is very powerful," Song Xiaoyue waved his hand maturely, "He has a way to bring me back."

After not seeing each other for nearly a month, Song Xiaoyue became a bit clingy. He would follow Wen Ci after class, and Li Rourou laughed at him for being a little follower.

Song Xiaoyue was not afraid at all: "Teacher Wen is going to be my brother!"

Children are easily bribed. Li Rourou said, "I have changed my mind now. I want my sister to pursue the art teacher, so I won't compete with you for it."

The competitor changed his attitude so quickly that Song Xiaoyue was unable to react and almost cried out of anger: "Why don't you like Teacher Wen anymore?!"

Li Rourou shook her head and said, "I don't, I just like both Teacher Wen and the art teacher."

"Song Dashan and I both only like Teacher Wen!" Song Xiaoyue stamped his feet anxiously, "Song Dashan said that in front of Dad!"

Wen Ci heard this and turned back in shock: "What did you say?"

Song Xiaoyue quickly covered his mouth and muttered softly: "It's over, it's over. Song Dashan said that we can't tell anyone why he was beaten."

"Xiao Yue," Wen Ci said seriously, "What happened? Is Song Yi injured?"

After a long while, Song Xiaoyue finally nodded, put down his hand covering his mouth, and pointed to his forehead: "Song Dashan is injured here, he said it doesn't look good, so he can't come to see you."

Wen Ci laughed, but still a little worried, and coaxed softly: "Can you let your brother come upstairs to pick you up after school? The teacher is a little worried about him."

"Great!" Song Xiaoyue jumped up on the spot, "Song Dashan must be so happy!"

When it was time to get out of school, Song Yi didn't come on time. He was probably late from working somewhere again. Wen Ci first sent the other children home from school. When the door of the dance studio was opened, in addition to the students' parents, there were actually several reporters carrying cameras.

"What's going on, Teacher Wen?" Li Rourou's sister asked, "The downstairs has been blocked. They said they want to interview you."

Wen Ci stood stiffly at the door, the blood in his body seemed to turn cold. Taking advantage of his distracted few seconds, the media swarmed over:

"Mr. Wen Ci, may I ask what happened during the months you disappeared?"

"Are you not going to return to the entertainment industry?"

"Why hasn't the plagiarism incident been clarified? Have you thought about how to explain it to your fans?"

The questions were more incisive than the last, and they came crashing down on us like a recurring nightmare turning into reality.

Wen Ci couldn't understand how these media found him, and he took a few steps back in panic. The reporters thought he was trying to avoid them, so they crowded forward and pushed a child to the ground.

The crying sounded immediately. Wen Ci didn't care about himself and hugged the child into his arms to comfort him: "Did you fall anywhere? It doesn't hurt anymore..."

"Can you guys get out!"

A childish voice rang out in front of him. Wen Ci looked up and saw Song Xiaoyue standing in front of him with Stitch's schoolbag on his back. His face turned red as he yelled, "This is a classroom! You are not allowed to come in without permission!"

When the farce just happened, the parents present led their children away one after another. The remaining few also reacted at this moment. Sister Li shouted: "Have you filed your interview? It is illegal to trespass into a private residence!"

Wen Ci taught well and charged a reasonable fee. Parents who approached him basically renewed their children's subscriptions. Gradually, some people stood up and said, "What if we disturb the children's classes? Will you pay for the tuition?"

"You even knocked the kid down. Check to see if he's hurt anywhere."

The reporters finally hesitated. They saw a video of Wen Ci teaching dance on a local public account, and thought of the sensational retirement incident a few months ago, so they wanted to seize the opportunity to take advantage of the popularity. Unexpectedly, they didn't capture any useful information.

Song Xiaoyue took the initiative to walk to Wen Ci, held his hand, looked up and said, "Teacher, don't be afraid."

"Teacher, teacher, please don't... cry..."

Song Xiaoyue, who was fearless just now, quickly lost his expression, and his lips pursed and tears fell out: "The teacher is crying, and I want to cry too, wuwuwu..."

Wen Ci then touched his cheek and felt it was icy cold. Tears started to flow out without him noticing.

As if there was a chain reaction, the children started crying one after another. Li Rourou turned around and hugged her sister's thighs: "Sister, just go chase the art teacher, woo woo woo..."

Song Yi called Song Xiaoyue's watch phone, and when the call was connected, he heard a cry. Song Xiaoyue hiccuped and complained, "Song Dashan, why did you come just now? Teacher Wen and I were bullied..."

The elevator entrance was crowded, and Song Yi couldn't get up, so he called to inquire about the situation. He didn't expect it to turn out like this. He knew that Song Xiaoyue couldn't explain it clearly, so he hung up the phone without hesitation, turned around and opened the door of the stairwell.

After running up the nine-story stairs, the crying had become much quieter. The children were taken away by their parents one after another, but the media were still blocking the door and refused to leave.

"What's going on?" Song Yi strode over, with a band-aid on his oil-stained face, looking a little funny. The words "Senior Technician" on his work clothes made him look extremely tough.

Without waiting for anyone to react, he came up and covered one of the cameras, then asked in a stern voice, "Which unit are you from? Do you have a pass to enter the building?"

The reporters didn't expect that someone would dare to fight under the camera. Some of them turned around and left, while the rest said in dissatisfaction: "We are conducting a legal interview. Do you want to hit someone?"

Song Yi smiled and rushed over: "I'm going to hit you!"

The reporter was so scared that he took two steps back with his camera in hand and tripped himself to the ground.

"Get lost now, don't force me to call the police!" Song Yi took out his cell phone, "I just got beaten up by the old man, and I have nowhere to vent my anger."

The reporters who had gathered around him were finally dispersed, and he suddenly opened the door of the dance studio: "Song Xiaoshan!"

Song Xiaoyue stood beside Wen Ci, still crying and hiccuping: "Brother, why did you come just now?"

Wen Ci held his hand tightly: "Sorry..."

"It's none of your business," the boy rushed over, his steps loud and clear, carrying the smell of gasoline and sunshine, as if filling the entire empty room.

He picked up Song Xiaoyue and didn't talk about what happened before, nor did he ask about the current chaos. He just asked, "Teacher, can I treat you to a meal at McDonald's?"

Wen Ci was shocked and frightened, and shook his head. Just when Song Yi thought he was going to refuse, he heard him say, "It's not appropriate for me to appear in public now. If you don't mind, come to my house."

In the cozy one-bedroom apartment, two figures, one big and one small, appeared on the linen sofa in original color. When Naitang saw the stranger, his hair stood on end. He arched his little body and bared his teeth at Song Yi.

Song Yi didn't take this threat seriously at all. He lifted Naitang up by the scruff of his neck and stroked him with his big hands, making the whole cat meow. When Wen Ci came out of the kitchen wearing an apron, he saw Naitang lying unwillingly on Song Yi's legs, letting him touch her all over.

Song Yi was very perceptive. When he saw someone coming out, he turned around and said, "Teacher Wen, let me help you."

He had asked the same question three times and was rejected three times. Even Song Xiaoyue couldn't stand it anymore and reached out to hold Naitang on his lap: "Song Dashan, hurry up!"

Wen Ci took the plastic fruit plate and returned to the kitchen. As expected, Song Yi followed him in happily: "Teacher Wen, I can cook too. I'll help you."

There were vegetables on the chopping board as Wen Ci was making a curry beef brisket. He was concentrating on cutting the vegetables while thinking about how to start the conversation. In the past few years, he could talk freely in front of the camera with a fixed persona, but now he was a little overwhelmed by the boy's undisguised pursuit.

Before he could think it through, Song Yi spoke first: "Teacher Wen, Xiao Yue and I actually ran away from home secretly."

Wen Ci looked up in surprise, and tilted his right hand, letting the blade brush past his fingers and cut past them.

Song Yi hurriedly grasped the handle of the knife and pulled it out of his hand, continuing, "I left without saying goodbye two days ago because my dad found out where I was living and took me back."

In Wen Ci's growing environment, family has always been missing. He has never been exposed to it, so he does not judge and just listens silently.

As if seeing through his doubts, Song Yi said, "My mother died a long time ago, and the new woman he found didn't like me and Song Xiaoyue, so I ran away after I went to college, and slowly I was able to support myself."

He took a step closer and stared into Wen Ci's eyes: "I'm not saying this for your sympathy, but to tell you that no matter how difficult some things are, I will insist on doing them."

Wen Ci subconsciously asked, "What's the matter?"

"I told you last time at the amusement park and you ran away," Song Yi hooked that thin wrist again, not too hard, just like a claw holding a candy, "If I tell you this time, will you hide from me again?"

Wen Ci moved, and the force on his wrist tightened immediately. He lowered his head in panic: "You don't understand me."

After understanding it, you might not like it anymore.

"Who said that?" Song Yi whispered, "I've seen every drama and variety show you've starred in since your debut. You're very suitable for the big screen and the stage."

Just a few words were like dropping a bombshell: "Why don't you continue?"

Wen Ci opened his eyes in disbelief, his shaky self-esteem collapsed, but he was held in Song Yi's arms. A voice without any doubt came from above his head: "I don't think such a gentle teacher would do that in front of children. What misunderstanding happened? Can you tell me?"

Wen Ci gave up struggling and stood there frozen. The two of them were very close to each other, but they seemed to be confronting each other: "It has nothing to do with you."

"Is it because of Wenhua Entertainment?" Song Yi suddenly said, "Some time ago I saw that Wu Xianyong, the actual controller of Wenhua Entertainment, was awaiting trial, and I found some clues."

So before going to the amusement park, he realized the trick and decided to confess his feelings to Wen Ci, which also meant that he was ready to accompany him through the difficult times.

If he had not used his family connections to investigate Wu Xianyong's case, the old man would not have discovered their whereabouts so quickly and sent people from thousands of miles away to capture him and Song Xiaoyue.

Hearing that person's name, Wen Ci could no longer hold back, his eyes suddenly turned red, tears blurred his vision, he lowered his head, the back of his neck was erect, looking embarrassed and pitiful.

Song Yi knew that he had guessed right, and said with a pained heart: "Wu Xianyong has been convicted, don't punish yourself with the mistakes of others, okay?"

His cheeks were wet, but Wen Ci didn't bother to wipe them. Xiao Ziyu showed Wu Xianyong's confession letter to him. Among the several charges, one was "inducing prostitution." The cancer of Wenhua Entertainment was completely eradicated, and countless artists left the stage before they could make a name for themselves.

Yuantai Culture signed contracts with some of those who still wanted to develop in the entertainment industry, but Wen Ci knew that from the moment Wu Xianyong used his father to force him to plagiarize, he was destined to never become an actor.

No one except Xiao Ziyu knew about this old injury, but it was unexpectedly dug out by a seemingly reckless teenager.

He didn't know how to give an explanation to his fans. He didn't even have the courage to look Song Yi in the face. He didn't know whether to say to him or to someone else: "I'm sorry, I let you down."

Song Yi only felt a pain in his heart. He had seen Wen Ci dancing a long time ago. At that time, he was shining on the stage, with countless people cheering around him, and he was just an inconspicuous one among them. What he couldn't see was that Wen Ci was standing on the stage elegantly and calmly, his feet already scratched and bleeding by the thorns beneath his feet.

He finally plucked up the courage to hug the person in front of him and held him tightly in his arms. His strength was not enough and it hurt both of them, but the touch was clear.

"I'm late." He said softly, "I apologize to you. Can I stay with you for the rest of my life?"

He didn't consider whether it was too early to decide his future life in his early twenties. He just hated that he was not born a few years earlier so that he could pull that scumbag behind him when he bullied Wen Ci.

The curry beef brisket on the pot was already in the final stage of drying up, bubbling. Song Xiaoyue smelled the aroma, ran over with candy in his arms, and pushed open the kitchen door: "Huh?"

His brother lowered his head, with a tenderness in his eyes that he had never seen before, while Teacher Wen had his back to him, his whole body buried in Song Dashan's arms.

He couldn't help but prick up his ears, and after a long while he heard Wen Ci whisper, "Okay."

Then, Song Yi's wet and red eyes lit up, and he stroked Teacher Wen's long hair on the back of her head with his big hands, with no intention of lifting them up at all.

The two brothers looked at each other, and Song Xiaoyue only heard his brother raise his voice and order: "Song Xiaoshan, turn off the fire and serve the rice!"