Lucky
I stared at the collection of new sweet moments of "Xiyouyin" just posted by fans on my phone screen, and finally couldn't help but took a screenshot of the Weibo post "Brother Yin's hands blocking the camera for Wenxi in the variety show are so sweet" and sent it to Zhao Yin.
I regretted it after posting it.
I had clearly been pestering him about wanting to teach him math problems when we were taking the final photos a few days ago, but now it was only ten o'clock in the evening, and we were standing across the living room, but I suddenly became nervous. I was afraid that he would think I was too clingy, that he would see through my little thoughts, and even more afraid that he would just reply with an "um" or "I see", leaving me no room to make amends.
The phone vibrated and I almost jumped up to grab it.
Zhao Yin's message was brief: "Just finished reading the script and am boiling milk."
There was also a photo attached. The glass was filled with hot milk with a thin layer of milk skin floating on it, and a spoonful of white sugar was placed on the edge of the cup. This is how I like to eat it.
I stared at the photo for half a minute, typing and deleting in the input box, and finally dared to send only: "I want to drink it too."
As soon as I sent the message, I saw the lights in the living room were a little brighter, and Zhao Yin's figure passed by the study door and walked towards the kitchen.
I couldn't help it, so I walked barefoot on the carpet, quietly moved to the bedroom door, and looked at him through the door frame.
He was wearing a blue housecoat and was bending over to get a cup from the cupboard.
"What are you standing there for?" He suddenly turned around.
I was so scared that I quickly retracted my hand and pretended to adjust the collar of my pajamas: "No, I didn't do anything, I just heard something."
He didn't expose her, but poured the freshly heated milk into the cup, added a spoonful of sugar, and stirred it gently with a spoon: "Come and take it, don't catch a cold."
I walked over reluctantly and just reached out to take the cup, but he didn't let go. Instead, he handed it to me: "It's hot, let me help you."
The sofa in the living room was very big. He sat on the left and I deliberately chose the seat on the right, but when he sat down, I quietly moved to the middle.
"Tomorrow we're filming a classroom scene," I said, making small talk. "The director said he wants to film us doing math problems together. How many math problems do you remember?"
He looked up at me and said, "I don't remember clearly. Didn't you teach me?"
"If you can't learn it, I'll make you wash the dishes." I raised my chin deliberately, trying to sound more fierce, but I didn't notice that my voice was so soft that it sounded like I was acting coquettishly.
He put down his phone and leaned towards me. "How long will the fine be?"
"One month," I blurted out, then realized it was a bit too much, so I quickly added, "It could be less, depending on your performance."
He chuckled, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
"Brother Yin," I lowered my voice, with a hint of tentativeness that I didn't even realize, "You said last time that you were lucky to be filming a school drama with me. Is that true?"
He turned to look at me, his eyes serious: "Of course it's true."
"Then..." I bit my lower lip, "Do you feel that when you are with me, you are different from when you are with others?"
He didn't answer immediately, but reached out and touched my face.
"You expect me to feel differently?"
Me: “Yeah.”
He didn't say anything, he just leaned over and kissed me.
I reached out and tightly grasped the corner of his clothes. He probably noticed my nervousness and kissed me more gently.
I don't know how long it took before he slowly let go of me and rested his forehead against mine. "Now that you know, isn't it different?"
I buried myself in his arms, not daring to look up: "I know."
He chuckled and held me tighter with his arms: "Silly."
He turned me over, and Zhao Yin laughed and said, "How many times this week? Sixth?"
"seventh..."
He patted me on the back and then...
(I can't find the answer. I'm making it up myself. It's very fancy.)
That night, I didn't go back to my bedroom, but squeezed with him on the sofa in the living room.
He covered us with a blanket, and I leaned in his arms. Before going to sleep, I was still thinking that I must get up early tomorrow and not be woken by the makeup artist like last time. However, I forgot that some things are more unexpected than oversleeping.
The next morning, I woke up with pain in my waist.
Zhao Yin was not around and there was no movement in the living room. I wanted to sit up, but as soon as I exerted force, my waist hurt and I cried out.
Even my legs feel a little weak.
"Awake?" Zhao Yin came out of the kitchen carrying breakfast. Seeing my frown, he hurried over and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
I was too embarrassed to say anything, so I just shook my head and tried to sit up again. However, as soon as I moved, my waist started to hurt again, and I couldn't help but let out a "hiss".
His expression changed immediately, and he reached out to hold my waist, very gently: "Is your waist uncomfortable? Last night... were you too hard?"
Before he could finish, I blushed and quickly interrupted him: "No, nothing, maybe I got a stiff neck from sleeping on the sofa last night."
"Is a stiff neck so painful that you can't stand up?" He exposed my lie and reached out to gently press the muscles on my waist. "Does it hurt here?"
I almost cried out when he pressed me, and I quickly nodded: "Um...gently."
His movements immediately became lighter, with a hint of self-blame: "I shouldn't have let you do it on the sofa last night. I should have carried you back to the bedroom."
"It has nothing to do with you. I wanted to be on the sofa on my own." I whispered. In fact, I knew it in my heart that it was mainly because of last night... I was embarrassed to say it out loud, so I just buried my face in the pillow and pretended not to hear.
He didn't say anything else, but got up and went to the bedroom to get a coat, and helped me put it on. "I'll bring you breakfast first. You lie down first. I'll call Brother Chen and ask for leave for today's filming."
"Don't need to ask for leave?" I looked up quickly. "It's just a little pain, it will pass if you bear it. We still have to shoot the classroom scene today."
"What are you enduring?" He frowned, his tone a little serious. "If your waist is uncomfortable, you should rest. I've told the director about the filming. These two days won't be a big deal."
As he said this, he picked up his phone and called Brother Chen. His tone was very firm, leaving me no room for rebuttal.
It was obviously me who couldn't help it, but now I have to ask him to ask for leave for me and make him worry about me.
After hanging up the phone, he came over, reached out and picked me up, and said, "Go lie down on the bed first. I'll get you some ointment and ask Auntie to make some millet porridge."
When he held me, I could clearly feel the strength of his arms and the familiar scent of him. I leaned my head on his shoulder and whispered, "Brother Yin, I'm sorry for delaying the filming."
"What are you sorry for?" He looked down at me. "Compared to filming, you are more important."
I didn't say anything, but just buried my face deeper, afraid that he would see my red eyes.
He put me on the bed in the bedroom, covered me with a thin quilt, and then turned to get the ointment.
I lay there, looking at the ceiling, thinking about what happened last night. My face started to feel hot again, and even the pain in my waist seemed to have eased a little.
Not long after, he returned with the ointment, sat down by the bed, and helped me pull my pajamas up a little, exposing the skin on my waist. He dipped his fingertips in the ointment and slowly rubbed it on my waist, with just the right amount of pressure so it wouldn't hurt, but I could still feel the warmth of the ointment.
"Don't be so stubborn anymore," he said as he rubbed her, his tone a little helpless. "If you feel uncomfortable, tell me, don't just endure it."
"I know." I whispered.
He rubbed for about ten minutes before stopping and helping me pull my pajamas up: "Lie down for a while, I'll call you when the porridge is ready."
"Aren't you going to work?" I asked him. "Don't you have a magazine interview today?"
"I postponed it," he said. "I told the editor to reshoot it when you're better."
"Don't push it. Just go about your business. I can handle it on my own." I said quickly, not wanting to delay his work because of me.
He shook his head, sat on the edge of the bed, and reached out to touch my hair: "If I'm not here, who will help you apply the ointment? Who will bring you water?"
I had nothing to say and could only lie there obediently, watching him sit by the bed and handle his work.
Finally, I couldn't help but pull out my phone and posted a small Weibo: "My waist is a little painful. Someone pushed aside work to stay home with me. I'm a little happy."
As soon as I posted it, I received a lot of comments from fans, most of whom were concerned about my health, and some CP fans left comments like "Ahhh, so sweet".
I replied to a few of them with a smile. When I looked up, I found Zhao Yin looking at me with a hint of curiosity in his eyes: "Interacting with fans again?"
"Yeah," I handed him the phone, "They are all concerned about my health."
He took the phone and carefully read the comments. When he saw a fan saying "Brother Yin, take good care of Teacher Wenxi", he said: "I know, I will take good care of her."
My face flushed again, and I quickly took my phone back, pretending to check the time: "The porridge should be ready, right? I'm a little hungry."
"I'll go take a look." He stood up with a smile, and did not forget to tuck the quilt in for me before leaving.
This is what it feels like when your secret love comes true.
I used to feel that top stars like him were very far away from me, as far away as the stars in the sky.
Not long after, he came back with millet porridge and a small plate with my favorite pickles on it.
He sat down on the bed, helped me up, and put a pillow behind my back before handing me the bowl of porridge: "Drink slowly, it's freshly cooked and a little hot."
I took the bowl and took a sip. The millet porridge was very sticky, just the texture I like. He sat beside me, watching me and wiping the corners of my mouth from time to time.
"Oh right," I suddenly remembered something, "When will the final makeup photos we took yesterday be released? Our fans are all asking."
"The director said next week," he said, "he'll show us a sample reel first and send it out if there's no problem."
"Okay," I nodded, "I also want to see the photo we took together in our school uniforms."
"It's going to look great." He said with a smile, as if he had already seen what the photo would look like.
I drank the porridge and thought to myself, once my waist gets better, I will definitely finish that high school math exercise book with him, and I will also shoot more movies with him, go to more supermarkets with him, and do more things together that I had only thought about in my dreams before.
Because I know that he will always be by my side, just like now, keeping me in his heart and taking good care of me.
The millet porridge was almost finished, so I handed over the empty bowl. When Zhao Yin took it, his fingertips rubbed against my palm. I retracted my hand, but he didn't let go. Instead, he held it and gently stroked the lines on my palm with his fingertips.
"Want to take a nap this afternoon?" he asked, his thumb still rubbing against my palm, his movements very gently, as if he was playing with some small toy.
I nodded, feeling a little unwilling. "Isn't it a waste to sleep for an entire afternoon? You postponed the interview, and you could have…"
"What's a waste?" He interrupted me, placing the bowl on the bedside table. His other hand reached out to tuck the loose hair behind my ear. "Being with you is more important than interviewing you."
My heart trembled when I heard this, but I didn't dare to look him in the eye. I could only stare at the watch on his wrist - that watch was a gift from his fans on his birthday last year. He had been wearing it for almost a year, and there were some fine scratches on the edge of the dial, but it looked better than a new one.
"Then... let's go to the movies together this afternoon?" I suggested quietly. "Last time you said there was a good science fiction movie that you hadn't had time to watch yet."
He smiled and squeezed my palm: "Okay, you choose the film, I'll go adjust the projection."
When he stood up, I couldn't help but tug at the corner of his shirt. He turned around and looked at me with a hint of confusion in his eyes. I quickly let go of his hand and pretended to straighten the quilt. "No, nothing. I just want to remind you...don't turn up the projector too brightly. It hurts your eyes."
He raised an eyebrow, but didn't expose my little trick. He just leaned closer to me and said in a low voice, "I see. I'll remember what Teacher Wen told me."
After he left, I buried my face in the pillow and didn't dare to look up for a long time.
I pulled out my phone, opened my fake account, and found a screenshot I'd saved of him blocking the camera for me on a variety show. I poked my finger at the screen and couldn't help but post a new Weibo post: "Someone said being with me is more important than work. I'm a little dizzy."
The comment section quickly exploded, with couple fans flooding the comments section with "I've been so excited!" Someone even took a screenshot of my Weibo post with the caption, "Teacher Wenxi's smurf account is secretly showing off their affection again." I smiled and replied to a few of them. Just as I was about to log out, I saw Zhao Yin send a WeChat message: "Have you chosen your movie? I'll be waiting in the living room."
I quickly stuffed my phone back under my pillow and struggled to sit up, but as soon as I moved my waist...
Zhao Yin probably heard the noise and pushed the door open. Seeing me frowning, he hurried over and asked, "What's wrong? Is it hurting again?"
"No, I just wanted to get up and go to the living room." I whispered, not wanting to worry him.
He didn't say anything, but bent down and picked me up, holding my knee with one hand and my waist with the other: "Next time, don't move by yourself, just call me."
"I'm not a child." I retorted in a low voice, but still leaned honestly in his arms, and subconsciously put my arms around his neck.
He looked down at me and said, "You can be a child here with me."
These words made my face turn red instantly. I quickly buried my head in his shoulder and didn't dare to look at him.
He chuckled, stopped teasing me, and carried me to the living room.
The projection in the living room had been adjusted, and the screen was stopped at the film selection interface. He had selected the films that I had mentioned before that I wanted to watch, including science fiction films and several heartwarming documentaries.
He put me on the sofa and covered me with a blanket before sitting next to me: "Which one do you choose?"
I pointed at the sci-fi movie and said, "This is it. Last time you said the special effects were great."
He nodded, pressed the play button, and handed me the remote control: "If you don't like it, you can change it at any time."
After the movie started, I leaned on his shoulder, my eyes fixed on the screen, but my mind was a little distracted.
Actually, I didn’t really pay attention to it. My mind was full of what he had just said and the warmth he felt when he hugged me.
He probably noticed it, and reached out to pull me closer to him, saying softly, "Don't you understand?"
"Ah? No, I understand." I quickly came back to my senses and pretended to look at the screen carefully. "I just think the special effects are really good."
He didn't say anything, just reached out and ruffled my hair and continued watching the movie.
Halfway through the movie, I felt a little sleepy and slowly fell asleep in his arms.
I was half asleep when I felt him pick me up and walk me to the bedroom. He gently covered me with the quilt. I wanted to tell him I wasn't asleep, but I didn't have the strength to open my eyes. I could only let him hold me...
When I woke up again, it was dark. The night light in the bedroom was on. It was the same star-shaped lamp he had given me on the variety show the other time. Its soft glow fell on the ceiling. Zhao Yin was sitting in a chair beside the bed, holding a script in his hand, looking down at it. The tip of his pen occasionally scratched the paper, probably taking notes.
I didn't dare disturb him and just looked at him.
He was very serious when reading. I remembered the last time on the set, he was holding the script and pondering the lines over and over again. Even the director said he was a "drama maniac."
But only I know how gentle he is in private. He remembers the sweetness of my favorite milk, turns down work to take care of me when my waist hurts, and takes all my little things to heart.
"Awake?" He suddenly looked up.
I quickly looked away and pretended to have just woken up: "Well, how long have you been sleeping?"
"It's been almost two hours," he put down the script, came over and sat on the edge of the bed, and reached out to touch my forehead. "You don't have a fever. How do you feel? Does your waist still hurt?"
"Much better," I nodded. Thinking of how serious he was just now, I couldn't help but ask, "Were you reading the script just now? Don't you want to take a break?"
"It's okay, I'll read the script for a while, you can sleep for a while?" he said in a gentle tone.
"No, I don't want to sleep anymore," I shook my head and pulled at the corner of his clothes, "Chat with me for a while."
He smiled, lying down beside me, carefully avoiding my waist, and put his hands around me, "What do you want to talk about?"
"Let's talk about your past," I leaned on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, "was it particularly hard when you first debuted?"
He was silent for a moment before he slowly spoke, "It was okay. I wasn't famous back then, and I was busy with all sorts of announcements every day. Sometimes I could only sleep three or four hours a day, but I was young back then, so I didn't feel tired."
"Have you ever thought about giving up?" I asked in a low voice.
"Yes," he said. "One time, we were shooting a night scene for over 20 hours straight. I almost fainted on the set. At that time, I thought, why not just give up?"
"Then why didn't you give up?"
He looked down at me with soft eyes: "Because I saw you at the awards ceremony at that time."
I was stunned and didn't react: "See, see me?"
"Yeah," he nodded, his voice low. "At that time, you had just debuted and were performing at an awards ceremony. You sang a song. Although I was a little nervous, I thought at that time that if I could keep persevering like you, maybe I could work with you one day."
This made my heart beat faster instantly. I looked at him in disbelief: "You, you noticed me at that time?"
"Well," he smiled and reached out to pinch my face, "you were very young at that time, standing on the stage, like a frightened little rabbit, so cute."
"I'm not cute!" I retorted softly, but couldn't help but snuggle into his arms. "Then why didn't you say hello to me later?"
"I wasn't famous back then, and I didn't want to bother you," he said, a hint of helplessness in his tone. "Besides, you had a lot of people around you back then, and I was afraid you wouldn't remember me."
"I remember!" I said quickly, "I knew you back then. I even secretly watched your first movie several times."
He was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, "Really? That movie wasn't well made, and a lot of it felt awkward."
"No, I think it's good," I said seriously. "The character you played in it, although not very talkative, is very gentle. I thought at that time that this actor must be a very good person."
He didn't say anything, but just hugged me tighter, resting his chin on the top of my head, and said in a very soft voice: "Back then, I never thought that one day I would be able to hold you in my arms and say these words to you."
I leaned against his chest.
"Oh right," I suddenly remembered something and looked up at him, "that star-shaped lamp you gave me on the variety show last time was actually a new product you endorsed, right?"
He was stunned for a moment, then nodded, and said a little embarrassedly: "I wanted to give you a surprise, but you found out anyway."
"I only found out about it later," I said with a smile. "I thought it was given by the production team, but then I saw the commercial you endorsed and realized the lamp was a new product."
"At that time, I knew you were afraid of the dark, so I thought of preparing a night light for you. Coincidentally, the brand gave me a few at that time, so I brought one to the variety show."
"Were you so nice to me back then?" I asked in a low voice, feeling a little sweet in my heart.
"Yeah," he nodded and reached out to touch my hair, "From the day I met you, I wanted to treat you well."
"Brother Yin, I always thought that someone like you would never like me, so I could only secretly follow you on my smurf account and record your affairs. I was afraid that you would find out and that you would hate me if you knew."
"Silly girl," he reached out and wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, "How could I hate you? I'm so happy."
"Really?" I looked up at him.
"Really," he nodded, his tone very serious, "Ever since the day I saw you at the awards ceremony, I've been waiting, waiting for an opportunity to get closer to you. Now that I've finally waited, how could I hate you?"
His words made me unable to hold back my tears any longer. He quickly hugged me in his arms and patted my back gently, saying, "Don't cry. If you continue crying, I'll be heartbroken."
"I'm just so happy," I said, choking back tears. "I used to think that secret love was something that only one person could keep secret. I never thought that now, I could be with you like this and hear you say these words."
"There's still plenty of time in the future," he said softly, "We can do a lot of things together, shoot more movies together, go to the supermarket together, watch movies together, and do everything we've never done before."
I nodded, leaned into his arms, and slowly stopped crying.
The person I like also happens to like me. We can be together openly and do what all couples do.
That night, we talked for a long time, from the hardships when we first debuted to the sweetness now, from each other's preferences to future plans.
He told me a lot about the past, and I also shared with him the little secrets that I was secretly following him.
Later in the conversation, I felt a little sleepy and slowly fell asleep in his arms.
Before going to sleep, I heard him say in my ear: "Wenxi, meeting you is the luckiest thing in my life."
I fell asleep before I could answer, but I secretly said in my heart: "Brother Yin, meeting you is the luckiest thing in my life."
"I love you."
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