The only standard
In the private club box at night, the lights are dim and the music is soothing.
The group organized by Bai Siang was just as he said. Everywhere you looked, there were handsome guys with different styles, some sunny, some elegant, and some unruly. It was like a carefully choreographed visual feast.
Bai Siang had a smug look on his face, as if to say, "Praise me now!" He leaned close to Song Shiyu's ear and said, "Baby, what do you think? I carefully selected these. They're all good-looking and have great figures. They're definitely no worse than your 'only-to-admire-from-afar' Ji Zhiqi!"
Song Shiyu rubbed his ears that were disturbed by his noise, glanced at him with a fake smile, and did not respond.
His appearance instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.
Those eyes, whether obvious or hidden, were focused on him, with undisguised surprise and interest.
I had heard that the young master of the Song family was of outstanding appearance, but I didn't expect him to be so handsome in real life. The kind of handsomeness full of hormones, with an upright figure and a calm posture, is almost a top-notch existence in the circle.
He leaned on the sofa in a relaxed posture, and his simple clothes could not hide the nobility and composure that came from his pampered life, especially his peach blossom eyes that seemed affectionate yet distant when he looked at me. Several bolder boys' eyes began to glare, thinking that if they could have a romantic encounter with him, it would be a sure win.
A boy who was dressed quite coquettishly and had delicate eyeliner was the first one who couldn't hold back. He twisted his waist and sat next to Song Shiyu. His arm seemed to stick to him unintentionally, and his voice was sticky: "Brother Song~ your muscles are really well-developed, they must feel good to the touch..." As he spoke, his fingers were about to touch Song Shiyu's arm.
Song Shiyu calmly turned his head and looked at his face. Without any disgust or interest, he said clearly and directly in a matter-of-fact tone, "Sorry, I don't like your style."
The charming smile on the boy's face froze instantly, and his outstretched hand stopped awkwardly in mid-air. His cheeks quickly turned red, and amid the faint laughter coming from all around, he awkwardly withdrew his hand and moved it back to its original position.
After this incident, the others who were originally ready to make a move also temporarily stopped thinking. It seems that this Young Master Song is not willing to accept everyone.
"Baby, no one here can compare to Ji Zhiqi?"
"No one present here can be compared to Ji Zhiqi." Song Shiyu said seriously.
Bai Siang looked at Song Shiyu's unyielding and unapproachable look, and angrily took two gulps of the lemonade in his hand. He glared at him with disappointment and said, "Just hold your Ji Zhiqi for the rest of your life!" Then he ran to grab the microphone and sing to vent his anger.
Amid the noise, Song Shiyu became quiet alone.
He unlocked his phone and the screen lit up, showing the photo of Ji Zhiqi that he had "secretly photographed" by the lake that night.
The moonlight was like water, outlining the perfect profile of his face. He closed his eyes, the earphone wires hung casually, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes. The whole person was shrouded in a quiet and fragile atmosphere. He was so handsome that he didn't seem real, like an elf who was taking a rest under the moon and would turn into starlight and dissipate at any time.
Song Shiyu gently stroked the photo with his fingertips, his eyes unconsciously softened, and then, without hesitation, he set it as his phone screensaver.
Just at this time, the company's photography department sent Ji Zhiqi the endorsement film he had recently shot to him for review.
Flipping through the pictures one by one, the professional lighting and exquisite composition show Ji Zhiqi's handsomeness to the fullest.
But when Song Shiyu looked at these impeccable "works of art", he felt that none of them could be as vivid and emotional as the photo with the hazy moon in his mobile phone.
After Bai Siang finished singing, he turned around and saw Song Shiyu staring at his phone with a faint silly smile on his lips. He was immediately furious.
His eyes rolled, a plan came to mind, he walked over quickly, sat down next to Song Shiyu, and said in an exaggerated tone:
"Baby! Are you kidding?! You've met Ji Zhiqi several times, but you still don't have his contact information?!" He covered his mouth with his hands in surprise, his eyes wide open.
Song Shiyu raised his eyelids and glanced at him lightly, with a hint of dangerous warning in his eyes. He said slowly: "Bai Siang, be careful with your words. I don't mind calling Zhou Yue right now."
The words "Zhou Yue" were like a tight ring around his neck. Bai Siang's face changed. The smugness and playfulness on his face disappeared without a trace, replaced by a trace of guilt and panic. He waved his hands quickly: "No, no, no! I was wrong, baby! I shut up! Um... I think it's getting late. We've almost had enough fun. Should we... should we retreat?"
Seeing Bai Siang suddenly become obedient, Song Shiyu raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction and chuckled twice.
Bai Siang dared not speak out his anger and could only hold it in.
The group dispersed, and Bai Siang's driver was already waiting at the entrance of the club.
Song Shiyu raised his hand and rubbed Bai Siang's soft head out of habit, and his tone softened: "Send a message when you get home."
"I know, good night, baby!" Bai Siang agreed obediently, got into the car, and waved to Song Shiyu through the window.
After watching Bai Siang's car drive away, Song Shiyu turned and walked towards his own parking space.
At this moment, he caught a glimpse of a familiar tall figure walking out of another entrance of the club out of the corner of his eye - it was Ji Zhiqi!
Song Shiyu's heart skipped a beat. He would not admit his mistake.
What surprised him a little was that Ji Zhiqi seemed to have a private trip tonight. He was not accompanied by an assistant and was only wearing an ordinary black mask. Apart from that, he had no other disguise. Isn't he afraid of being recognized by fans?
The hesitation lasted only a moment, and Song Shiyu made the decision almost subconsciously - to follow and see.
He kept a distance that was neither too close nor too far, watching Ji Zhiqi walk into a more private box with ease.
Song Shiyu did not leave, but found an inconspicuous sofa in the hall and sat down. He picked up a magazine and flipped through it absentmindedly, but his attention was completely focused on the door of the box.
About an hour later, the door of the box opened and Ji Zhiqi walked out with several well-dressed men with different temperaments.
They seemed to be having a very pleasant conversation. Ji Zhiqi's handsome face was wearing a relaxed and genuine smile that Song Shiyu had never seen before. That smile dispelled the coldness and sickness between his brows and looked particularly dazzling. It was exactly the smile that Song Shiyu longed to bring to him and to have for herself deep in her heart.
Just as they walked towards the door, Ji Zhiqi's gaze inadvertently swept across the hall and happened to meet Song Shiyu's gaze as he stood up from the sofa.
Ji Zhiqi's eyes darkened slightly, and a trace of something flashed across them so quickly that it was impossible to grasp it, and then he returned to calm.
He naturally said goodbye to his friends one by one, and then walked towards Song Shiyu.
"Mr. Song, why are you here too?" Ji Zhiqi's voice was a little relaxed as if the party had just ended, and it was even more magnetic than usual.
Song Shiyu looked at his smile which had not yet completely dissipated, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the edge of the phone, his face maintaining composure: "Waiting for someone."
Ji Zhiqi raised his eyebrows without comment and said lightly: "See you next time, Mr. Song." After that, he turned around and walked towards the underground parking lot.
Song Shiyu stood there, watching the tall figure gradually disappear from his sight, feeling lost in his heart, which eventually turned into an almost inaudible sigh.
I really want him to smile at me like this every day.
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On the way home, Song Shiyu couldn't help but think of UU who had been missing for many days.
Normally, this little guy would disappear for two or three days occasionally, but this time it was too long, and a trace of worry arose in my heart.
Before long, the day of Ji Zhiqi's first stop of the "Chasing the Light" tour arrived.
Having not seen Ji Zhiqi in person for nearly half a month, Song Shiyu started preparing early with a mood that was almost like a pilgrimage.
He deliberately changed into the latest casual wear from a brand known for its minimalist design and comfortable fabrics - the brand that Ji Zhiqi often wore in private.
The light grey loose sweatshirt paired with sports trousers of the same colour makes him look like a sunny and refreshing college student, with less sharpness of a business elite and more friendliness and handsomeness of a boy next door.
He looked at himself in the mirror, who was completely different from the past, and nodded with satisfaction, hoping to be more in line with Ji Zhiqi's preferences.
At the concert, the crowd was bustling and the glow sticks formed a sea of stars.
Song Shiyu arrived early and found his VVIP seat.
Soon, the venue that could accommodate tens of thousands of people was packed.
Looking at this hot scene, Song Shiyu felt a sense of pride in his heart.
The lights suddenly dimmed, and amid the cheers of the audience, a spotlight hit the drum set in the center of the stage, and Ji Zhiqi's figure appeared in the beam of light.
He didn't have any extra opening remarks, but directly ignited the whole audience with an explosive drum solo!
The dense drum beats were like thunder, instantly pushing the atmosphere to a climax!
Today, Ji Zhiqi put on makeup for the stage effect, which perfectly concealed his sickly paleness. He was as handsome as a god who came to the world, and his handsomeness reached an unprecedented new level.
The screams from the audience almost blew off the roof of the venue.
Song Shiyu's eyes were fixed on the radiant figure on the stage from beginning to end.
He watched Ji Zhiqi immersed in the music, watched him sweat and sing to his heart's content, watched him smile faintly when interacting with the fans in the audience... his heart was filled with a huge sense of satisfaction and happiness.
Seeing Ji Zhiqi loving music so much, enjoying the stage, and being happy and free, he felt that the three years of silent watchfulness were all worth it.
For the entire concert, Ji Zhiqi prepared 35 songs, including singing and dancing, lyrical, rock... with various styles, showing his comprehensive musical ability.
Song Shiyu was well prepared. He took out professional video equipment, adjusted the parameters, and clearly recorded every song and every wonderful moment of Ji Zhiqi.
He even brought spare equipment and power banks to be on the safe side.
Ji Zhiqi sang on the stage for three hours, and Song Shiyu was in the audience, holding the equipment and recording meticulously for three hours, not caring about the numbness in his arms.
When the last song ended, Ji Zhiqi bowed deeply, thanked all the fans, and then slowly left the stage amid the shouts of reluctance.
Song Shiyu carefully put away the hot equipment, fearing any mishap.
He followed the crowd out of the venue and came to the underground parking lot. He leaned against his car and struggled internally about whether he should go backstage, even if it was just one more look from a distance.
Not far away, several girls who looked like fans were gathered together and whispering, glancing towards him from time to time with shyness and excitement on their faces.
Finally, a brave girl, blushing, came running over with the encouragement of her companions, her voice as soft as a mosquito's:
"Hello handsome... um... can you add my contact information?"
Song Shiyu came back to his senses and looked at the girl. His eyes were calm and gentle, but with a sense of distance that did not allow anyone to get close. He said lightly: "Sorry, I have someone I like."
The expectation on the girls' faces instantly turned into embarrassment and disappointment. They quickly said "sorry" and turned around and ran back to their companions. The girls quickly disappeared at the entrance of the parking lot.
At this moment, the window of a black coupe that had been parked quietly nearby slowly lowered, revealing Ji Zhiqi's impeccable profile.
He seemed to have just taken off his makeup, and his face was a little tired, but his eyes were still clear. He looked at Song Shiyu with a hint of playfulness, and his low and pleasant voice rang out in the silent parking lot:
"Mr. Song, you're really popular wherever you go."
Song Shiyu's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment, then returned to normal. He turned his head and met his gaze, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his tone was a little self-deprecating: "Compared to your charm, I'm just a firefly to the bright moon, there's a huge gap." Song Shiyu was telling the truth, at least that's what he thought.
Ji Zhiqi pushed open the car door and got out. He changed into a comfortable black sportswear, which made him look more upright.
He leaned against the car door, his eyes fixed on Song Shiyu's bag, which clearly contained professional video equipment. His tone was emotionless, "Mr. Song, are you here today... to investigate the market, or to attend a concert?"
Song Shiyu calmed himself down and brought out the words he had prepared long ago, trying to be as businesslike as possible: "As an important partner, it is our responsibility to have an in-depth understanding of each other's professional field and market appeal. Mr. Ji's stage is worth careful observation and study." He said this in a high-sounding manner, but he couldn't hide the unique passion in his eyes.
Ji Zhiqi chuckled softly upon hearing this. His voice, slightly hoarse from continuous singing, sounded particularly sexy in the night. "It seems Mr. Song has much more time than I thought." His eyes swept over Song Shiyu's equipment bag again. His eyes were so deep that they seemed to be able to see through the fabric and see everything recorded inside. "I have something else to do. See you next time."
After saying that, he didn't stop, turned around, got into the car, started the engine smoothly, and drove out of the parking lot.
Song Shiyu stood there, following the black coupe with his eyes until it disappeared, silently memorizing the license plate number in his mind.
He knew that Ji Zhiqi usually traveled in a business car and rarely drove himself.
It was already late at night when I got home.
Song Shiyu, however, had no desire to sleep. He imported all the videos recorded today into the computer and began to edit them carefully, removing excessive noise and interference from the surroundings, leaving only the clearest singing voice and Ji Zhiqi's most moving stage moments.
He saved each song separately, carefully wrote the song title on the USB flash drive shell with label paper, and then arranged them neatly in a custom wooden box.
After doing all this, the sky outside the window was already turning pale.
Song Shiyu rubbed his sore eyes, looked at the wooden box filled with his heart, took a shower contentedly, and then fell into a deep sleep with a tired but extremely fulfilled mood.
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