"Third brother, will you come back during the Chinese New Year?"
"Huh?" Lu Jiayang was a little stunned. "Is the New Year almost here?"
"One more month." Xiaobao looked at him expectantly with a pitiful expression. "Third brother, I know you're busy, but can you spare some time to come back during the New Year holidays?"
"I miss you so much, my brothers and the others miss you too. Yesterday I heard my eldest brother say that he would prepare your favorite dishes for the New Year, just in case you come back to eat them..."
Lu Jiayang couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.
He misses home too, how could he not?
But since he had chosen this path, he had to persevere no matter what, even though sometimes he was exhausted, sometimes anxious, sometimes homesickness was unbearable...
But he endured it all and got through it all.
But this time, Xiaobao said with a tearful voice that he missed him very much, which made all Lu Jiayang's persistence for so long collapse. He wanted to fly back immediately to hug the little guy.
This was the scene Shen Qingyue saw when he knocked on the door and came in.
Lu Jiayang was holding his phone in a daze, his eyes were a little red, and the tip of his nose was also red. He looked like he was suppressing some grievance. His eyelashes drooped slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled slowly.
The moment he saw Shen Qingyue, he quickly turned his head, put his slender fingers on his temple, and wiped away a tear that had just formed without leaving a trace.
For a moment, Shen Qingyue froze in place, feeling an inexplicable pain in his heart that rolled over and over in his heart before rushing to his throat, blocking his speech.
Finally, Xiaobao broke the silence: "Third brother, is it Brother Qingyue who came to see you? I think I saw him just now."
“…Yeah, that’s right.”
Lu Jiayang took a deep breath and made his voice sound more normal. "Baby, Third Brother has to go to work. Can I stay with you later?"
"Okay~" Xiaobao responded obediently, "Third brother, go and do your work. If you have any questions, please call me and my brothers."
"We'll wait for you to come back"
"...Okay." Lu Jiayang responded with a smile and then hung up the call.
Seeing that Shen Qingyue hadn't moved for a long time, Lu Jiayang stood up somewhat unnaturally and asked, "Brother Qingyue, um...did the production team ask us to go backstage to prepare?"
"Yeah," Shen Qingyue nodded, "I'll be there in five minutes."
Lu Jiayang turned around and looked in the mirror. He immediately stopped caring about anything else and hurriedly picked up a box of loose powder and patted his face, mumbling, "Sorry, sorry, I'll be right there. I didn't pay attention to the time..."
"Jiayang" Shen Qingyue suddenly called him softly.
"I'm here." Lu Jiayang turned to look at him, "What's wrong?"
"Are you unhappy?" Shen Qingyue asked.
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