Chapter 66: Flowers Are Ending Chen Xing scolded Xia Huanming until he cried.
The rain that night poured down like broken glass, leaving only the pale moonlight and the shrill sirens of the ambulance.
Xia Huanming ran in the heavy rain and stumbled into the hospital. The pungent smell of disinfectant was like a line that was about to explode. At the end of the line was the operating room with a green light.
When those people saw him, they roared with rage, and countless scoldings filled his eardrums. The moment his father, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, saw him, the light red on his forehead turned dark red, and he grabbed him by the collar and threw him heavily against the tile wall.
"It's all because of you! I think you're the one who should be damned!"
"Speak up, kid! Why are you still alive?! Why is she dead?!"
Xia Huanming felt a burst of pain at the back of his head, as if ice had cracked, and his ears started to tinnitus. The next second, a heavy object hit his forehead.
As he screamed, warm liquid flowed along his brow and into the corners of his mouth. He forced open his eyes that were stung by the blood, and crawled towards the object that was thrown at him, ignoring the ridicule of others.
Even though it was soaked in blood, he could still recognize every edge and corner - it was the butterfly specimen he had mentioned to his grandmother.
Amidst cursing, he knelt on the cold tile floor and wiped the blood off the specimen over and over again with his sleeve.
But blood gushed out from his forehead. The more he wiped, the more blood flowed, forming a river of blood that drowned him.
He finally got ashore, wearing only white cloth and white clothes. The flags of the funeral procession were fluttering in the air. The team passed through the path that he was very familiar with, stepped on the withered weeds, and came to their home.
The word "甸" (meaning in Chinese) is hung on the lintel wall in black and white. When you step through the door, the four pillars of the tent ruthlessly hit the cabbage field planted by grandma. The photo in the center of the lobby is a black and white photo.
His memory was hazy, he only remembered that the smell of incense that day was more pungent than disinfectant, and the cries and shouts were heard one after another.
He had a blank expression on his face as he stared at the offerings in front of the portrait and thought - Grandma didn't like eating peaches because she thought it was troublesome to peel the peach skin.
She doesn't like kiwis either. She says they are neither sour nor sweet and are not as delicious as the plums picked from the mountains...
She doesn't like eating mung bean cakes either, because they choke her throat. Grandma doesn't like drinking water, so every time he has to act like a spoiled child and beg her to drink before she will drink a few sips.
His grandma is not such a boring old lady. She likes things that young people play with.
She said the texture of the marshmallows was like the square date cakes she made, which were chewy; she hoped to see songs that were a fusion of opera and pop music. She didn't like sad music, but preferred songs that could make her dance.
But no one cares.
The funeral procession continued its sad song, and the sound of ancient suona pierced the sky.
They cried and shouted that the sky was blind and the King of Hell was emotionless. The people in the Buddhist temple chanted the Heart Sutra to pray for the salvation of the souls under the tent, and the scraps of paper money were blown away by the wind.
He thought about it for a long time and finally plucked up the courage to suggest to the parents who were smoking and playing cards at their doorsteps after dinner that they replace the offerings.
Those people poked his head and said he was crazy and stupid, saying that he couldn't even cry at this time but wanted to order them to do things, and that he was an ungrateful and ungrateful person.
Those relatives who only visited once every few years cried and said they missed the kind old lady.
They shed hideous tears, like monsters, like ghosts, those evil spirits would come to him every night to claim his life, asking him why he didn't die.
Yes, why couldn't he be the one to die?
"The doctor said that grandma slipped at the entrance of the Natural History Museum and rolled down the stairs. The impact caused a skull fracture and brain hemorrhage... If it weren't for me, grandma wouldn't have died. If I hadn't quarreled with her, she wouldn't have gone there. She fell down the stairs because of me... It's all because of me. I can't do anything. I can't even do what she liked when she died..."
Xia Huanming groaned in pain, and liquid seemed to flow through the hand that covered his eyes.
The healed wound on his forehead seemed to have festered again, and it felt dully painful after the bandage was torn off. Hundreds of eyes were squatting in the towering steel frames, looking down at him and his every move.
In a trance, he heard someone calling him, different from the scolding voices.
The sound was very light, as light as a feather falling.
"Ah Huan..."
"Ah Huan..."
The voice was getting closer and closer, and finally there was an urgent voice: "Xia Huanming!"
Xia Huanming's shoulders were violently grabbed by a pair of hands, his body was twisted forcefully, and his mask was pulled off.
Xia Huanming's sweat-soaked eyelashes trembled, and white light gradually seeped into his blurred vision. He raised his eyes and met those clear eyes - that gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into his beating heart.
The owner of those eyes tightly grasped his shoulders and spoke in a soft but powerful voice: "Don't think about it. No matter how you look at it, your grandma's death was an accident and has nothing to do with you."
Xia Huanming slowly raised his hands that were hanging at his sides, and finally wrapped them around Chen Xing's lower back. His cheek was pressed tightly against Chen Xing's soft belly through the cloth, and he sniffed the scent that belonged to Chen Xing.
I like it so much...
The faint scent of laundry detergent mixed with a hint of citrus was like a tranquilizer, which gave his violently beating heart a little relief.
Chen Xing froze for a moment, his hand suspended in the air paused before gently landing on Xia Huanming's trembling back.
Xia Huanming just kept repeating like a possessed person: "It's my fault", which really scared him.
Chen Xing was facing the cashier behind the glass, and the cashier asked him with his mouth: "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
Chen Xing continued to pat Xia Huanming's back and shook his head to indicate that it was okay.
Then, he heard the person in his arms sobbing, "I only dreamed of her on the day she was buried. Since then, I have had countless dreams, but she has never appeared in my dreams. Is it because I didn't cry? But a month later, I looked at the bowl of vegetable noodles she used to make, and I cried... I cried. Why hasn't she come yet? Is it because she hates me too?"
Chen Xing's heart trembled as he listened to these murmurs.
Xia Huanming never said so many words. These were just to vent his emotions.
Chen Xing quickly held up the face of the person who was about to collapse in his arms and said hurriedly: "Oh my God, why do you think so? She doesn't hate you, but loves you too much."
Xia Huanming looked at him: "What?"
That is the look that only someone who has been abandoned hundreds of times can show.
Chen Xing stroked Xia Huanming's hair and explained slowly, "I heard that if you do good deeds and accumulate virtues during your lifetime, you will be sentenced to a good place where the dead souls will no longer be troubled and concerned by the world. If you force yourself into the dreams of living people, it will cause an imbalance between yin and yang, and make the people in this world suffer. She didn't come to find you because she loved you."
Xia Huanming cast a skeptical look: "Really?"
"...Well," Chen Xing brushed back Xia Huanming's bangs, stared into those eyes, and smiled faintly, "It's true."
Although some of it was fabricated by him, the meaning is basically the same.
Xia Huanming suddenly buried his face in his arms again, and the hot breath he exhaled burned Chen Xing's skin through the clothes. After a few minutes, Xia Huanming's mood became much calmer, and his broad back rose and fell evenly.
He didn't mind being held by Xia Huanming, but there were too many people entering the convenience store, which was not a good thing.
Chen Xing stroked Xia Huanming's hair and said, "Okay, grandma doesn't want you to be sad in such good weather, so don't think about sad things."
"Well..." Xia Huanming's voice was soft. He let go of her hand and put his hat back on. "Thank you."
The brim of his hat covered Xia Huanming's eyes, and there was no sign that he had just collapsed.
Afterwards, Chen Xing returned to his seat, and the two of them tacitly avoided the previous topic, pretending that nothing had happened, and talked about other things to change their mood.
After Chen Xing finished eating the oden, they went back.
Halfway through the walk, Chen Xing was thinking about where to go for lunch when he heard Xia Huanming whisper beside him, "Sorry, I ruined your good mood."
"It's not ruined. I'm so happy that I can help you solve the problem." Chen Xing took Xia Huanming's hand and approached him with a smile, "Don't apologize. This will ruin your good mood. Do you understand?"
Xia Huanming probably didn't expect him to say that. He was stunned for a moment before slowly nodding.
They returned to the accommodation and stayed in the lobby for a while. The team members who had uncovered lunch boxes went downstairs one after another, and some of them sat on the sofa and chatted.
A few minutes later, it started to drizzle outside, and raindrops rolled down the banana leaves.
Xue Si Nian counted the clicks and said with a smile, "You two are so lucky. It rained when we got back."
"Yeah, I'm very lucky." Chen Xing looked at the scattered raindrops outside the window and hooked Xia Huanming's finger. "Maybe it's just like what Brother Li Mu said, you are really a very lucky person."
Xia Huanming stared at the finger that was holding him, his eyes heavy.
Is he...lucky?
Maybe it's lucky.
Otherwise, how would he have the opportunity to come here, meet such a group of people, and be cared for by Chen Xing.
"Looking at the rainy day, I thought of a song." Xu Yuancai looked out the window and said thoughtfully.
Chen Xing asked: "Singing in the Rain."
Xu Yuancai snapped her fingers: "You still understand me."
When Chen Xing was chatting with others, his calves would always accidentally touch his trouser legs. Xia Huanming did not move away, but sat closer to Chen Xing.
Zheng Peiya pondered, "When it rained before, we were treading water outside. Now that I think about it, it would have been very romantic if we had sung some songs at that time."
Chen Xing was about to nod when Zhao Xingyu interrupted him: "No, it's a bit dark at that time and the lights are not bright. Let's sing again..."
Zhao Xingyu rubbed his shoulders.
"It turned out so scary, it could be included in a horror special."
After Zhao Xingyu said this, everyone had a sense of the picture and laughed at the same time.
They chatted and laughed, and then the cafeteria opened for lunch. Everyone went to eat first, and then went to the practice room to rehearse together.
The drizzle lasted for a long time and didn't stop until three in the afternoon, just when they finished rehearsing in the practice room and went to the front stage theater for a tryout.
The theater was empty. In front of the four center seats in the first row, there was still a camera used to film the instructors that morning, but the lens caps were on.
Zhao Xingyu and Wang Baiyue suddenly got excited and pulled Chen Xing and Xu Yuancai to take the seats as mentors.
Zhao Xingyu pretended to have a beard, stroked his two whiskers in the air, and said to Zheng Qi and Xia Huanming on the stage: "Okay, please start your performance, students."
The audition was over, and Shen Miao, who had not left yet, saw this and said with a smile: "Oh, you guys are asked to perform again, I'll do it too." She also ran off the stage and sat next to Xu Yuancai.
Shen Miao's team members followed the captain down and sat down around Shen Miao.
The girls greeted Xu Yuancai, and Huang Canni pointed at her neck and praised: "Your scarf is so beautiful. Look at the pattern. Is it from the brand in der Zukunft?"
Xu Yuancai said in surprise: "Yes, this is a very niche brand, you actually know it."
Shen Miao smiled and said, "It's niche but expensive. One piece costs about 30,000. I thought it was very beautiful when I saw it on the official website. It looks even better in person... Can I touch it?"
"Yes," Xu Yuancai raised her neck.
Those girls all came over and touched me, praising me as they did so.
Zhao Xingyu glanced over there, totally confused: "What are they doing? Why are they suddenly praising each other?"
Wang Baiyue shook his head: "I don't know, this is probably social etiquette."
The next second, Xu Yuancai untied the ribbon and placed it in Shen Miao's palm: "I only wore this once today. If you like it, I'll give it to you. I have some matching small items in my suitcase, and I'll give them to you when the time comes."
The female contestants were pleasantly surprised. Shen Miao held the scarf and said happily, "Wow, thank you."
Zhao Xingyu: “…”
Wang Baiyue: “…”
Chen Xing was used to it and explained, "Cai Cai has always been like this. She likes to give things to others."
Zhao Xingyu stood up suddenly: "Hey Sister Cai, I think your watch is very beautiful. You have good taste."
Wang Baiyue: “?”
Xu Yuancai glanced at him, held her arm and shook her head, saying, "No, this one is given to me by Xingxing."
"Oh my god, Brother Xing is so generous," Zhao Xingyu sat down, grabbed Chen Xing's arm and shook it, and made a disgusting sound in his throat, "Xingxing, Brother Xingxing, I want it too, I want it too~"
Others: “…”
Wang Baiyue retched twice after hearing the sound: "Is this a sound a human can make?"
Zheng Qi on the stage smiled and said to Xia Huanming: "Look, we on the stage are the ones watching the show."
Xia Huanming stared at Zhao Xingyu holding Chen Xing's hand and said, "Don't pull him. If you're sitting there just to chat, then come up."
Zhao Xingyu let go of the player in dismay and gestured to the person on the stage, "Okay, this contestant, please start your performance."
Xia Huanming shook his head: "I don't want it."
Zhao Xingyu: “?”
Zhao Xingyu clapped his hands on both sides and said, "How do you talk to your instructor? Believe it or not, I'll let you go."
Zheng Qi, who was righteous, said: "Even the instructor wouldn't talk like you."
Wang Baiyue held Zhao Xingyu's shoulders and said, "This instructor is crazy, ignore him."
"Okay, let's go," Xia Huanming put one hand in his pocket and raised his chin towards Zheng Qi, "Did you hear that? Brother Qi, let's go."
Zheng Qi nodded and left with Xia Huanming: "Let's go, let him rehearse on his own."
"Hey, stop it—Dads, I was wrong—" Zhao Xingyu quickly climbed onto the stage and chased after them.
The girls' group was almost dying of laughter, and Shen Miao covered her stomach and commented: "Your group doesn't need to watch the show, just watch your own people act."
Chen Xing and Wang Baiyue nodded.
After all the laughing and joking, they started the formal experiment.
The theater is much larger than the practice room. If we really perform according to the practice room's position, it will be a bit off-stage. At this time, the importance of the team leader is reflected. Xia Huanming, who has a lot of drama experience, quickly found the problem and helped everyone change the position and some small movements to make it look smoother and clearer. Even if you stand in the last row, you can see the body language on the stage clearly.
Later, Director Yu came back. He watched a few clips, nodded in agreement, and praised Xia Huanming for his good handling.
In the past, Xia Huanming would have felt a little anxious and confused when being praised in front of so many people, but after chatting with Chen Xing, he now felt more relaxed than ever before.
And he didn't know if it was because he cared about Chen Xing more, he could now easily feel Chen Xing's gaze.
After the audition, everyone picked up their things and left the stage.
The ceiling lights in the corridor emit a warm yellowish light.
Xia Huanming walked beside Chen Xing and asked him in a low voice: "Xingxing, why were you staring at me just now?"
Chen Xing tilted his head slightly, and with the same gaze as before, he praised him without hesitation: "Because I feel like your whole body glows when you act in a drama, you act so well."
"Hahaha," Xia Huanming rubbed Chen Xing's hair, "Thank you, I'm very happy."
By the time they came out of the theater, the rain had stopped.
The glass curtain wall of the theater reflected the sky - it was a dusk of ceramic red gradually changing to morning glory purple, with orange and red bubbling out at the junction. A plane flew over the high-rise building, leaving a faint white line.
Such a colorful sunset always makes Chen Xing stop and take a closer look. There are many tourists like him at the entrance of the theater, and they even take out their mobile phones to take pictures.
Chen Xing also raised his phone to take a picture, but in the lower right corner of the lens, there was half of Xia Huanming's head. Chen Xing naturally shifted downward and inexplicably took a picture of Xia Huanming looking at the sky.
Even after he got in the car, he still couldn't delete the photo, after all, it was a pretty good shot. Look at the angle, the light and shadow, if this was one of those idols' cards, it might be a rare card.
Chen Xing suddenly had an idea. If Xia Huanming was an idol, what role would he play in the team? Should he be the face of the team? I don't know if he's a good dancer, but looking at the hand gesture dance he did last time, it seems like he's just so-so?
The thought of Xia Huanming making heart shapes with his hands in front of the camera and pretending to blow bubbles like him, oh my god, that would be too cute.
Chen Xing couldn't help but lower his head and laugh.
Xia Huanming was looking at his phone. He looked up when he heard the voice: "What's wrong? You're laughing so happily."
Chen Xing replied with a smile: "I was wondering what you would look like if you acted cute."
The corners of Xia Huanming's mouth twitched: "...Why did you suddenly think of this?"
Chen Xing smiled with his eyes curved, "I'm still wondering what it would be like if each of us did that kind of idol business move."
"You don't have to think about it, I'll show you." Wang Baiyue, who was sitting in front, suddenly stood up.
Under their gaze, Wang Baiyue winked and put his hand on his chest to unlock the door: "Lock your heart and mine together~"
Everyone in the bus: “……?”
May I ask?
What is the difference between this impact and the spicy dance of Fronny the clown in "Joker"?
After a few seconds, there were varying degrees of motion sickness reactions in every area, and there were vomiting sounds everywhere.
Li Mu pinched his philtrum, his lower body twitching: "No, I'm going to be poisoned to death. Come, capture him! Chop him into pieces!"
Wang Baiyue was arrested in public for poisoning, and he kept shouting that he was innocent until he got off the car.
In order to refresh his eyes, Xia Huanming kept reading Chen Xing’s super topic while eating.
Chen Xing’s super topic was basically flooded with comments about this morning’s live broadcast, and the entire page was filled with Fang Youkang, played by Chen Xing.
The most popular screenshot was the one of Fang Youkang looking for someone.
Director Yu's camera seemed to be cast with magic, making Chen Xing look like a fairy in a painting in every frame.
He stood under the umbrella, which was tilted, and the rain dripped along the edge into a beaded curtain, half covering his superior bones. His skin was so white that it was almost translucent on a rainy day, like the finest white porcelain.
He just stood there, looking down at the person kneeling on the ground, cold and noble.
[@游手好闲的路人]: Xiaozhu is so handsome, and there is also the part where he pinches his neck. What I don’t like is this [thumbs-up.jpg] #陈醒方有康#
[@每天吃小猪包]: Strong and mortal enemies, childhood sweethearts, he has a crush on her, she has a crush on him, can the three of you be together? #陈醒方有康#
[@小胖鸭鸭]: Let me make it clear first, I am not gay, but please, little pig, please step on me, please step on me #陈醒方有康#
[@高楼拔地起]: Chen Xing got angry later and I enjoyed it, [licking tongue.jpg], did anyone understand the scene with Xia Huanming? Eat them all #陈醒方有康#
Xia Huanming watched on and found that many people liked the scene where Chen Xing pinched his neck. Suddenly, he had an idea.
So, does that mean the attention paid to the awakening moment has also increased?
He quickly clicked on the super topic of #醒一时刻#, and sure enough, the number of people had become 99,000, and most of them were attracted by the rivalry.
Looking at the topic of GCTV, the attention to the awakening moment continues to rise, and currently has 70,000 anonymous followers.
It was just that in the latest post, Xia Huanming saw the photo of them sitting in front of a convenience store eating this morning. The title of that post was: "I met Chen Xing and Xia Huanming by chance, and then..."
Then what happened? Did you take a picture?
Xia Huanming thought about it and clicked on it.
[Anonymous 2323]: Then, I found that Xiaozhu scolded Xia Huanming until he cried.
Xia Huanming: “?”
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