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Song Yihuan is about to celebrate her 20th birthday.
Unfortunately, she had to spend her birthday at home. A week ago, a case was found in Song Yihuan's community, and the entire community was locked down and quarantined.
This indirectly led to both of her only two birthday gifts going wrong.
The first birthday present was from my roommate Guoguo, and it's currently stuck at the courier distribution center. I'll have to wait until they unblock it before I can pick it up.
But she already knew what the gift was: a pink silicone item that was not meant to be exposed to light.
Another birthday present was being yelled at on the phone, the main point being to scold her.
"I'll ask you one more time, are you coming out or not?" Wang Yashuai was extremely angry.
"I've said it eight hundred times, but it still won't come out."
"Song Yihuan, are you kidding me?!" Wang Yashuai roared as if he were about to crawl out of the phone.
"Stop cursing yourself. My dad passed away when I was in the second year of junior high school," Song Yihuan said calmly, brushing a few bright pink strands of hair from her forehead.
Wang Yashuai was furious with her, raising his voice an octave higher: "I've been on the train for fifteen hours! Three times over, and now you're telling me you can't get out???"
Song Yihuan crossed his legs and still didn't speak human language: "Isn't my father's idea still right? Hurry up and spit it out."
Wang Yashuai's voice was distorted by the radio waves, sounding like a fire-breathing dragon: "Song Yihuan!! Are you trying to die! I'm giving you one last chance. Tonight at 8 PM, at the Super 8 Hotel on West Street, you better be on time!!"
Song Yihuan was also angered by his yelling and slammed down the phone.
As soon as she hung up the phone, Wang Yashuai sent her many WeChat messages. When she clicked on them, they were all screenshots of payments.
The room rate is 105 yuan per night, and it's non-refundable now. Including my round-trip transportation costs, it comes to 932 yuan. Transfer the money to me quickly.
Song Yihuan didn't want to pay attention to him, but he just had to send her another forwarded message.
It was their chat history from three weeks ago, which he had compiled and forwarded to her. Song Yihuan remembered exactly what she had talked about with him back then, but she still clicked on it.
W: [You really don't want to see me? I've already bought the ticket!]
Daydream: [Okay, I'll be honest, I want to see you.]
Next, Wang Yashuai posted several screenshots. At that time, he didn't post payment screenshots, but rather screenshots of booked train tickets, hotels, etc., without showing the amount.
Daydream: [Ah!!! I'm a little nervous.]
W: [I'm nervous too. The last time we met was five years ago at our junior high graduation ceremony. We were just little kids back then.]
Daydream: [Now that we're all adults, can we kiss first?]
W: [Is this how you talk? You've completely messed up my conversation.]
Accompanied by a blushing emoji.
He spoke with such sincerity, but his train ticket was for 7 PM arrival at the train station, and his appointment was for the Super 8 Hotel at 8 PM.
Wang Yashuai was the most handsome boy in her junior high school class, and the first person she had a crush on.
The birthday gift she chose for herself was to meet, date, and chat with her first love, and if all went well, have sex with him.
Perhaps because it was her first time making an appointment and she wasn't skilled enough to clearly outline the steps for him, he naturally skipped the first three steps and went straight to the point.
She gave him a dignified reason to refuse, but he still insisted on coming to find her, and now he's already on the high-speed train.
After reading the chat history he forwarded, Song Yihuan exited the chat and saw that he had sent another message: "You're just going to seduce me and then ignore me, huh? How shameless."
She didn't really want to talk to him anymore, but the words "slut" and "cheap" were too offensive. No matter how thick-skinned she was, or how much she didn't care about other people's opinions, those two words still stung her, making her face burn.
W: [Transfer the money to me if you don't show up at 8 PM tonight!]
Then they sent me a payment QR code.
Daydream: [All forwarded.]
W: [Where did you turn??]
Daydream: [You're kidding me.]
W: [Song Yihuan, are you trying to kill me?! You have to be here at 8 PM tonight!!]
Song Yihuan sneered and typed rapidly, one message after another: 【Tonight at eight o'clock, right?】
【no problem. 】
[Just pretend I'm dead. I can't show up, but I can hold a funeral. There will definitely be a female ghost by your bedside at 8 PM tonight. Even if I can't go there, I'll send someone else to find you.]
After sending the message, she blocked the person's phone number, WeChat, and QQ account.
My roommate Guoguo poked her head in and said, "Yihuan, we're coming downstairs in half an hour!"
When she was called, Song Yihuan snapped out of her daze and replied, "Oh, okay."
"What's wrong?" Guoguo walked in. "Who called you? They were so loud, I could hear them from the doorway."
“Ya Chou.” She frowned. “She was so polite and gentle when she was talking, but as soon as she started talking about… about that, she turned into a caveman. Was she taking off her clothes or her skin?”
"No, it's sex." Guoguo patted her head and mocked her mercilessly, "You said you wanted to sleep with a handsome guy, how come you're too embarrassed to even say that word?"
Song Yihuan was also conflicted about this matter; on the one hand, she wanted to eat something nice, but on the other hand, she felt embarrassed.
But I still want to eat something good.
"Come downstairs in half an hour, don't forget." Guoguo closed the door and went out.
Before she could even catch her breath, she received another private message from Little Bear: "[Mengmeng, I really don't know what to do. My parents' phones have been ringing off the hook, and I'm too scared to go out.]"
Song Yihuan's main job is as a singer on a certain website, and her IP name is "I Don't Talk in My Sleep". Xiaoxiong is one of her many fans.
Her fans are currently embroiled in a feud with the fans of another content creator, and Xiaoxiong was caught in the crossfire of this feud, with her personal information being posted all over the internet.
Xiao Xiong sent her a screenshot showing 99+ missed calls.
[I can't even turn my phone on right now; the harassing calls just keep coming in.]
Song Yihuan quickly reassured the little bear: "I'll handle it."
She first posted an announcement in the fan group, reminding everyone to stop arguing and to report the posts that exposed Xiaoxiong's personal information.
Next, she contacted the operations manager of a certain website and asked her to help her find a platform to delete the post.
After doing all that, I received another message from Little Bear: "[Mengmeng, are you really going to go head-to-head with that guy? Yu Jin has a much larger fanbase than you. Maybe you should just stop contacting him and delete the message.]"
Yu Jin is the other side in the feud, and also a music content creator who mainly posts videos of original compositions and arrangements.
This person is seriously mentally ill.
Song Yihuan replied: 【You've been thoroughly investigated and you're still worried about me? You always come first, even before your idols, okay, little sister!】
[Okay, Mengmeng.]
Yu Jin is mentally ill, and quite seriously so.
The feud was started by Yu Jin.
In one of her social media posts, she casually snapped a photo of her lunch, and in the bottom right corner, she accidentally captured half of a sheet of music. It was a sheet of music she had copied and revised for practicing the piano.
Yu Jin's fans, with their sharp eyes, recognized that the music she was transcribing was his work, and they all tagged Yu Jin in Song Yihuan's post, with the caption: "Yu Jin is really popular, his work is everywhere."
It was supposed to be a great opportunity for collaboration, but Song Yihuan took the initiative to send him a private message to apologize and also asked if they wanted to cooperate.
Who knew that Yu Jin, that bastard, didn't reply at all. He was like he was on steroids, ignoring the fans' enthusiasm and posting a separate update.
She wasn't named or mentioned, but she was still mentioned.
Yu Jin circled the scale she had altered in that half of the picture and captioned it: "Don't circle me anymore, I can't write such music-illogical stuff."
Song Yihuan is very popular with the public. She is cheerful and lively, with pink hair and a round face, like a soft and sweet little cake. When has she ever suffered such grievances?
As soon as Yu Jin said this, Song Yihuan's fans collectively went ballistic, with Xiao Xiong leading the charge in his comment section.
Only Love Mengmeng: [What did Mengmeng do to you that made you bite like a mad dog?]
AAA Dragon: [I'm really laughing. No matter how low-class they are, they're still a singer. How offensive is it to not know how offensive it is to revise sheet music? Fans follow their idols, the idol paints a picture of filth, and the fans spew garbage.]
Only Love Mengmeng: [You guys are the ones who follow the idol's lead! The idol is disgusting and rude, you're all so well-seasoned!]
......
The argument escalated from a second to a third round. Yu Jin's fans opened a box containing her fan Xiao Xiong's information, which was then posted all over the internet, and Xiao Xiong received a constant stream of harassing phone calls.
Despite the commotion, Yu Jin remained silent, seemingly hiding somewhere and playing dead.
Song Yihuan opened the Big Eyes app, selected her main account "I Don't Talk in My Sleep," and began passionately editing her Weibo post.
@ember
Once this matter is settled, it's settled. We'll handle our own issues and not let it affect our fans' three separate lives.
Please also control your own stupid fans. If you want to open a box, then open mine. What kind of behavior is it to bully a little girl?
Whether it's an apology or a war of words, let's get down to business. Don't hide behind your fans and pretend you're deaf and dumb.
She quickly edited the Weibo post and sent it without hesitation.
"Yihuan!! She's calling us downstairs!!" My roommate Guoguo yelled through the door.
So engrossed in writing her Weibo post, Song Yihuan completely forgot about it. She quickly got up, putting the argument aside, and shouted, "Ahhhhhh, wait for me, wait for me! I need to change my clothes!"
Guoguo pushed open the door and laughed at her, "It's okay if you wear a mask and hat, and dress a little disgusting."
It was early spring in the south, and Song Yihuan was wearing colorful furry socks wrapped around gray thermal underwear, and a bright red polka-dot pullover pajamas on top, paired with messy pink fur. Anyone who saw this outfit would have to sigh and say it was disgusting.
"No, no, no! Give me three minutes! I still need to have this much self-control!" she said.
Guoguo laughed at her: "Once a little idol, always dedicated to your profession!"
Song Yihuan kept her word, and three minutes later, she was waiting for the elevator with Guoguo, looking completely normal.
"Hey," Guoguo whispered in her ear, "Look at that handsome gay couple next door!"
They lived on the fifth floor, with two apartments per floor. Next door lived two men, one tall and handsome, and the other short and handsome.
Song Yihuan sighed softly, "He really is kind of handsome."
"What a pity. If you weren't gay, you wouldn't have had to go to all this trouble." Guoguo chuckled and leaned closer. "You should sleep with whoever is closest to you."
Song Yihuan hurriedly covered her mouth.
It's not that they see things as gay, it's just that the two of them's body language really conveys a certain intimacy.
The short, handsome guy turned around, closed the door, and walked into the elevator lobby, while the tall, handsome guy, wearing thin-rimmed light-colored sunglasses, put his hand on his shoulder and walked alongside him.
The tall, handsome man had very long, tousled hair, with a few strands hanging down and falling into his sunglasses, almost obscuring his eyes. Neither the sunglasses nor the mask could hide his striking features; they only added to his aura of unapproachability.
After entering the elevator, Song Yihuan and Guoguo squeezed into the back corner and openly peeked.
She gave a thumbs-up, and Guoguo mouthed that she had bumped into something.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun was scorching, the crowd stood with their backs to the sun in a tacit manner, like sunflowers covering the hillsides, growing upside down.
Song Yihuan and Guoguo stood in the middle of the line, regretting that they hadn't thought to bring their umbrellas.
"Huh? Doesn't he get sunburned?" Song Yihuan secretly pointed at the tall and handsome man in front of her and muttered to herself.
He was the only sunflower among many that faced the sun, his black hair gleaming.
Guoguo covered her face with her hands, gritting her teeth, and said, "Take all these people who can't get a tan out and execute them immediately!"
Soon it was their turn. The tall, handsome guy's arm was still draped over the short, handsome guy's arm, quite close together, completely ignoring the stares of the girls around them who were practically drooling.
A gust of wind blew, and with a soft thud, a small, thin piece fell in front of them.
It is an ID card.
Song Yihuan looked over curiously, then took a soft breath. It appeared to be the tall, handsome guy's ID photo, showing his entire face and forehead. His features were strikingly handsome, with sharp, three-dimensional features.
"Um...you lost your ID card." Song Yihuan bent down and tilted her head to read the words on it, "Chi, Chi Ran!"
Chi Ran didn't turn around or move, as if he wasn't the one being called.
On the contrary, the short, handsome guy turned around, picked it up, and smiled cheerfully at them, saying, "Thank you."
Chi Ran's arm briefly left his shoulder as he squatted down, then returned to him after he stood up, still without turning around.
Song Yihuan: "You're welcome, we're neighbors."
Neighbor #1 had their first conversation in a year, while Neighbor #2 hadn't made eye contact in a year.
When the short, handsome guy turned around to speak, Chi Ran was still facing forward, with his arm draped over his shoulder and his elbow almost poking his neck.
The short, handsome guy smiled good-naturedly: "Oh right, we're our next-door neighbors. You two are volunteers, right? Thank you for helping us carry the items we're buying in bulk."
Guoguo politely replied, "You're welcome."
Until the conversation ended, the one named Chi Ran didn't turn around, nor did she give them a single glance or expression.
Song Yihuan squinted at the back of his head, which was covered by stray hairs, and curled her lips.
After closing the door, Guoguo screamed, "I hate it!!!! Why do all the handsome guys like other handsome guys?!"
After a moment of recollection, Song Yihuan also yelled, "I hate it!! Why are all handsome guys so aloof!! So rude!!"
The two men sprayed alcohol on each other and burst into laughter.
"I ordered a vegetable gift pack, I'll open the blind box tonight," Guoguo said. "Is there any meat in the fridge? I'm really craving meat."
Song Yihuan laughed: "There's still half a pound of pork tenderloin left. Shall we cook half of it tonight?"
"Ah!! Little Chef Yihuan, I love you ahhhhh!" Guoguo tugged at her and shook her around. "Where are the electric scooter keys? I'm going to get the groceries. There are five portions in this building, and I need the scooter."
Song Yihuan tossed the keys to her: "Can't carry them? I'll go with you."
"Forget it, the car is already small, and you'll just take up more space." Guoguo refused without hesitation, put on her helmet, and set off.
After Guoguo left, Song Yihuan returned to her computer and checked her feed. Half an hour passed, but no one replied.
Ember last logged on exactly half an hour ago. I don't know if he just didn't see it, or if he saw it but was too lazy to reply.
She exited the page and opened a single-player game where she could catch fish and fight monsters. As soon as she clicked start, she heard a familiar piano piece mixed in with the game's background music.
Is that handsome neighbor next door starting up again?
She turned off the game, held her breath, and listened intently as the piano music flowed gently.
The sunlight outside the window was bright, and through it, you could see tiny, slowly drifting dust particles. The trees in early spring hadn't sprouted leaves yet, but at a glance, the brown branches were dotted with patches of green.
The melody leaps onto the branches as if it were alive, blending in with the light and dust, both free and resilient.
It is Icarus.
This is a very demanding piano piece, but the performer's skillful and effortless playing added a touch of casualness to this already free song, a kind of carefree attitude of living life as it comes.
She listened with her eyes closed for a while before rushing to the best viewing spot in the kitchen. Then she remembered to take out her phone and text Guoguo: "The kitchen concert has started again! Hurry back!"
However, before Guoguo could reply, the music next door stopped.
Ding-dong.
The computer in the bedroom beeped; it was the notification sound for a dynamic reply.
The notification sound is even more annoying than the 8 a.m. alarm clock.
The dazzling sunlight instantly turned into an incandescent light that was suddenly turned on while I was fast asleep; the fine dust became a mouthful of dust that I was bitten into by the wind; and the branches of the trees outside seemed to bar their fangs and claws.
Song Yihuan's smile vanished instantly. Her fingers cracked, her fists clenched, and she strode back to her bedroom with the gait of an angry Jerry.
She typed in the login password with a rapid, powerful tapping, her fingers deft and strong, the keyboard creaking under the strain.
As expected, Yu Jin replied to her post, splitting it into several replies, which was even more infuriating than a long, scathing rebuttal.
This makes him seem contemptuous and unimportant.
Song Yihuan clenched her fists, gritting her teeth.
Ember returned three times in a row:
Pretending to be deaf and dumb? Apologizing?
[Your entire post contains eighty-three characters, and after reading it all, I couldn't find the words "I'm sorry."]
I'm not pretending to be deaf and dumb; I'm probably just blind.
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