Mu's parents went back to sleep, but Wen Nanyin experienced insomnia until late at night for the first time. He kept scrolling through the malicious comments under his Weibo account. Usually, Sister Ping managed this Weibo account and posted some messages, but that didn't stop him from occasionally looking at Weibo. This time, he really wanted to quit.
He stared at those vicious words, unsure how to respond. After a moment of blankness, he picked up a calligraphy brush and began practicing, writing one character at a time, page after page, until the ink in the ink dish was completely dry.
Around 2 a.m., Wen Nanyin's phone suddenly vibrated, quite noticeable in the quiet darkness. He opened it and saw a text message from Mu Wenxi with only two words: "Come out."
Wen Nanyin quickly put down her brush and sneaked out of the room. When she reached the third floor, she looked down and saw Mu Wenxi not far from her house. Wen Nanyin quickened her pace, slowly walking towards her and finally running to Mu Wenxi.
Upon seeing the person in front of him, Wen Nanyin suddenly felt aggrieved, pouted, walked up to Mu Wenxi, and hugged her tightly.
Mu Wenxi patted the back of his head: "Are you sad?"
Wen Nanyin began to choke up: "Mm."
Mu Wenxi said nothing, took off her baseball cap and put it on Wen Nanyin's head, pulling down the brim to cover Wen Nanyin's eyes. She simply lent Wen Nanyin her embrace.
Wen Nanyin began to sob softly, and Mu Wenxi began to pat the boy's back rhythmically. Wen Nanyin's tears streamed down his face and dripped onto Mu Wenxi's shoulder, quickly soaking a large area. Mu Wenxi gently stroked the back of the boy's head to comfort him.
Mu Wenxi: "These are all things we have to go through."
It took Wen Nanyin a long time to recover. Her eyes were still wet and red from crying, and she looked at Mu Wenxi with a pitiful expression. Mu Wenxi tapped the corner of Wen Nanyin's wet eye with her finger.
"Okay, okay, stop crying, stop crying."
Wen Nanyin gave a soft "hmm" with a slightly nasal tone.
Mu Wenxi pulled Wen Nanyin slowly to the park in the community. There was an old swing that stood there all alone. It was the swing they had played on since they were little. Whenever Mu Wenxi was unhappy, he would come here to swing.
Mu Wenxi gestured for Wen Nanyin to sit down: "Little Wen, today I'll push you so you can experience what it's like to fly."
Wen Nanyin sat down on the swing. The swing was a bit low, and Wen Nanyin's legs could easily touch the ground. He could only bend his legs and pull on the two iron chains next to him to signal Mu Wenxi.
Mu Wenxi walked behind Wen Nan and slowly pushed him.
Wen Nanyin: "I used to play here a lot when I was a kid. Everyone who was sitting liked to be pushed around, but you liked to stand."
The swing slowly came to a stop, and Mu Wenxi suggested, "Would you like to try it?"
Wen Nanyin asked in surprise, "Won't it break?"
Mu Wenxi pointed to the sign next to him: "It won't break as long as it doesn't exceed 250kg. Besides, do you think your weight is different when you're sitting or standing?"
Wen Nanyin stood up and slowly stood on the swing: "Oh, right."
Mu Wenxi gave him a few hard shoves from behind: "Hold on tight."
The swing swung high, the wind whistled in her ears, and looking at the crescent moon in the sky, happiness dispelled the gloom in Wen Nanyin's heart.
Wen Nanyin: "Do you want to give it a try?"
Mu Wenxi: "No need. Today is your day. Keep going, kid. There's a long road ahead. We can't be defeated so easily."
Wen Nanyin: "Hmm, let him be strong as he may, the breeze still caresses the mountain."
When Wen Nanyin woke up the next day, he was full of energy again. Wen's parents were completely relieved to see him eating his delicious breakfast. The boy was not as fragile as they had imagined.
What warmed Wen Nanyin's heart even more was the presence of his classmates. When he returned to school and stepped into his classroom, his classmates slapped the desks. Just as he was about to be surprised, they shouted in unison, "Congratulations to Wen Nanyin for winning the Best Newcomer Award!" Wen Nanyin was very happy.
Thank you.
Until the winter break, he didn't hear a single bad word about him from his classmates, and they often praised him, which made Wen Nanyin feel extremely warm.
During the winter break, Wen Nanyin took extra classes while also completing new tasks assigned to him by his company, which finally arranged for him to become a junior assistant.
On his way out of the airport after getting off the plane, Wen Nanyin encountered some fans who had spotted him and rushed up to him. Just as Wen Nanyin was about to reach out to greet them, he heard a fan start laughing maliciously for some reason, making a piercing sound. Then the fan took out a camera and started snapping pictures of Wen Nanyin's face.
Wen Nanyin was a little confused. These people were not his fans after all. His assistant noticed something was wrong and quickly stopped the person taking pictures. The other people who had gathered around also started taking pictures.
Wen Nanyin walked quickly with his head down, but he could hear constant mocking laughter and insults.
Someone approached Wen Nanyin, taking pictures while saying, "Plastic surgery monster, plastic surgery monster..."
"How can someone so ugly be a celebrity? Get out of the entertainment industry."
"You can't be seen in public wearing a mask, you ugly freak."
Wen Nanyin used to feel restricted by wearing a mask, but this was the first time he was glad he was wearing one, otherwise he might not have been able to control his expression.
He got into the car under the protection of his assistant. Before the door closed, some people were still trying to push forward. It was the first time he had ever faced such a situation. Looking at the crazy people outside the window, he remained silent for a long time.
Although he has been subjected to online verbal abuse since his debut, at least these people are behind a screen, and he can pretend he doesn't know as long as he doesn't pay attention, listen, or look.
This was the first time I had ever truly heard the other person's incredibly vicious tone and heard their eyes filled with disgust as they looked at me.
Back at the hotel, Wen Nanyin returned to his room without saying a word. He wanted to vent and tell these people that he was not afraid, but it seemed that he could do nothing and was powerless to do anything because his every move was being watched.
The assistant told Sister Ping about this, and Sister Ping, worried about Wen Nanyin's condition, called him.
Wen Nan suppressed her anger and said, "I'm fine, Sister Ping, don't worry."
This is probably what one has to endure to become an adult; one must be invincible and not let anyone discover one's weaknesses.
He hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief. If Mu Wenxi were here, she would definitely make him laugh and tell him not to be sad. He flipped through his phone's photo album, hoping to find some happy memories.
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