That's good enough
(eighteen)
Photos and clips of the fan meeting were edited into the behind-the-scenes footage by the production crew that night and posted on the official Weibo account in the early hours of the morning.
I was lying on the bed browsing my phone. My fingertips slid across the silhouette of Zhao Yin singing with a guitar on the screen, and my heartbeat started to become irregular again.
The look he gave me when he sang "Highs and Lows" was captured accurately by the camera, and the comment section was already exploding.
[Ahhh, that look! Is it what I thought?!]
[Xi Youyin is real, I say it again! When Yin Ge sings, he only has eyes for Wen Xi! ]
[Wenxi's expression is so cute, her face is as red as a ripe peach!]
I smiled and flipped through two pages, then exited the official blog and opened my own account, "Silver Puppy".
The last post "Today's wind is a little sweet" has already attracted tens of thousands of comments, and CP fans are using magnifying glasses to analyze the interactions at the daytime market frame by frame.
After hesitating for a long time, I opened the edit box and posted a new message: [The evening breeze tonight is also a little sweet.]
The accompanying picture is a casual shot of the night sky, with only a few stars and a crescent moon, and no clues can be seen.
The moment the message was sent successfully, there was immediate movement in the comment section.
【!!! Puppy Teacher has updated! 】
[Evening Breeze? Is that the song "Highs and Lows" sung by Brother Yin?!]
[Combined with the official blog's behind-the-scenes footage, the sweetness is too high, help! ]
I was watching intently when my phone suddenly vibrated. It was a WeChat message from Zhao Yin: [Are you asleep?]
[No, I'm checking my phone.]
He replied immediately: [I saw your Weibo.]
My heart skipped a beat. [How did you know it was me?]
[Guessed.] Followed by a smiling face, [“Silver puppy”, quite appropriate.]
My face instantly burned, and my fingers were shaking as I typed: [Don’t laugh at me.]
[I'm not laughing at you.] He replied quickly, [I think it's cute.]
A few seconds later, he sent another message: [I also posted a Weibo.]
I was stunned for a moment, and quickly clicked on Zhao Yin’s big account.
He rarely posts on Weibo, and his latest post was a work promotion from half a month ago.
I refreshed the page and a new Weibo post popped up.
The content only has two words: [Indeed.]
There were no pictures or extra words, but it was like a bomb dropped into the fan base.
The comment section was instantly paralyzed, and the number of reposts soared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
【??? What is Brother Yin responding to?】
[According to the timeline, Puppy Teacher just posted "The Evening Breeze is a Little Sweet," and Brother Yin said "Indeed"?!]
[I'm crazy, I'm crazy, I'm crazy! Is this something I can say?!]
[Rare Silver is real!!! I don't need to take drugs anymore!!!]
My heart was pounding and my fingers were hovering over the screen, not knowing what to reply for a long time.
Zhao Yin's WeChat message came again: [Scared? ]
[A little bit.] Honestly, [If you do that, people will think too much.]
"Let them think about it." He sent a message, "Anyway... I'm telling the truth."
(nineteen)
The next morning, the term "Zhao Yin was indeed" had already become the number one trending search.
Jiang Li rushed over to me, her phone in hand, her eyes sparkling. "Wenxi, Wenxi, did you see that? What did Brother Yin's Weibo post mean?"
I pretended to have just woken up and rubbed my eyes: "What Weibo?"
"That's it!" She shoved her phone in front of me. "Look, the comments are blowing up. Everyone's saying he's responding to your smurf account from last night!"
I was shocked, but I remained calm. "How is that possible? It must be a coincidence. Brother Yin might just have felt that the breeze last night was really comfortable."
"Really?" Jiang Li was a little skeptical, but didn't ask any further. "But seriously, your interaction at the fan meeting yesterday was so sweet that my mom even asked me if you two were really together."
"Auntie, you're such a joker." I laughed dryly and quickly changed the subject. "What's for breakfast? I'm a little hungry."
As we were talking, Zhao Yin walked in with two cartons of milk in his hands. Seeing us, he naturally handed one of the cartons to me: "Just took it out of the refrigerator, warmed it up."
"Thank you." I took the milk.
Jiang Li was watching with wide eyes and poked my arm: "You two have such good chemistry, who would believe you if you said there was nothing going on?"
Zhao Yin didn't say anything, just looked at me with an unconcealable smile in his eyes.
I felt a little embarrassed by his gaze and lowered my head to drink milk.
(twenty)
The production crew obviously also saw the trending search, and during the break in the morning shooting, the director talked to me and Zhao Yin alone.
"You've all seen what's happening online," the director rubbed his hands together, smiling awkwardly. "Public opinion is fermenting quite strongly right now. Do you think... should we try to avoid suspicion a little?"
"No need." Zhao Yin said directly, his tone very calm, "Let's just record the show as normal."
The director was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting him to say that. "But..."
"No problem." Zhao Yin interrupted him, "The audience wants to see the real us, not a performance that deliberately avoids suspicion."
I sat next to him, feeling both surprised and happy.
I didn't expect him to be so direct.
The director hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded: "Okay, just be careful."
Coming out of the director's room, I couldn't help but ask Zhao Yin, "Why did you say that just now? This has a bad influence on you."
"There's nothing wrong with it." He looked at me seriously, "I don't want to hide from you because of these things."
"But……"
"Don't say but." He reached out and ruffled my hair, his movements very natural, "Trust me."
(21)
The afternoon task is to go to the village primary school to teach the children.
Zhao Yin and I were assigned to a group to teach the children how to draw.
He obviously had no experience. He stood in front of the blackboard with a paintbrush, not knowing what to draw for a long time.
The children all laughed and raised their hands and said, "Teacher, I will teach you!"
Seeing him looking a bit bewildered, I couldn't help but walk over, pick up the chalk, and draw a simple sun on the blackboard. "Let's start with something simple."
He turned to look at me with a hint of gratitude in his eyes: "Thank you."
"You're welcome." I smiled. "You teach them how to color, and I'll do the outlines."
The division of labor and cooperation were quite harmonious. He patiently taught the children how to match colors, his voice soft and without his usual aloofness.
There was a little girl who was timid and didn't dare to write, so he held her hand and taught her stroke by stroke.
Xiao Chen held up his camera and filmed nearby, muttering, "Too sweet, too sweet! This wave of material is enough for fans to keep going for half a year."
I glared at her, and she ran away with a smile, but the camera was still facing us.
(Twenty-two)
After school, the children gathered around us, holding their own drawings and refusing to leave.
A little boy suddenly ran up to Zhao Yin holding a painting and said, "Teacher, do you like Teacher Wenxi?"
Zhao Yin was stunned for a moment, then smiled and ruffled the little boy's hair: "How did you know?"
The little boy pointed to his own drawing proudly and said, "Because I drew you and Teacher Wenxi holding hands. That's how my parents look like."
The children around us all laughed, and Zhao Yin and I blushed a little.
Xiao Chen laughed the loudest beside him and kept clicking the shutter of his camera.
On the way back, I couldn't help but ask Zhao Yin: "Why didn't you deny it just now?"
"Why are you denying it?" He turned to look at me with a hint of smile in his eyes, "He's telling the truth."
My heartbeat started to become irregular again. I lowered my head and pretended to look at the road. “Aren’t you afraid of being photographed?”
"It's okay if we take the photos," he said nonchalantly. "Anyway... we'll let everyone know sooner or later."
I raised my head and met his gaze, which was full of seriousness and tenderness. With him by my side, it seemed like I didn't have to be afraid of anything.
(Twenty-three)
When I returned to the B&B in the evening, I picked up my phone and checked Weibo, and found that "Zhaoyin Primary School Hand in Hand" was on the hot search again.
When I clicked in, I saw that they were all photos and videos taken by Xiao Chen in the afternoon.
There is a clip where Zhao Yin teaches the little girl to draw, we give candies to the children together, and there is also a clip where the little boy asks questions at the end.
The comments section has gone crazy.
[I knew it! I knew they were real!]
[Brother Yin’s smile is so doting! Isn’t that love?!]
[The little boy is an angel! He speaks out our thoughts!]
【Rare Silver SZD!!!】
I smiled as I flipped through two pages, opened my second account, and posted a new one: [Today's sunshine is also very sweet.]
Not long after I sent it, I received a WeChat message from Zhao Yin: [I saw it.]
【What did you see?】I teased him on purpose.
[I saw someone secretly posting on Weibo again.] He replied quickly, [Also, the sunshine today is really sweet.]
I looked at the phone screen and couldn't help laughing.
Maybe, then we really won't have to be so sneaky anymore.
(Twenty-four)
Before going to bed, I checked Zhao Yin’s Weibo for a while.
There are already millions of comments under his Weibo post that said "indeed".
As I was scrolling through the pages, I suddenly noticed that he had one more person to follow. I clicked on it and saw that it was my smurf account, "Silver's Business Store."
My heart skipped a beat and I quickly opened my own account and found that there was one more person in my follow list - Zhao Yin's private account.
He has never posted anything on his private account, his avatar is just pure black, and I am the only one in his follow list.
I was stunned for a long time, my fingers trembling as I clicked on the dialog box and sent a WeChat message: [Are you following my smurf account? ]
He quickly replied: [Yeah.]
How do you know the password?
[Guessed.] He replied confidently, [I tried using your birthday, and it turned out to be correct.]
My face instantly burned up. He even remembered my birthday.
【You are cheating.】
"I can't help it. Who told me to follow you?" He sent a smiling emoji. "No need to post on Weibo secretly anymore. I can see it."
I looked at the screen of my phone and felt warm inside.
Maybe this is happiness.
There is a person who remembers your preferences, understands your little thoughts, and is willing to accompany you to do everything you want to do, even in front of everyone, to admit that he likes you.
That's good enough.
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