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Chapter 4, Section 1
I picked up my phone again, exited WeChat, and clicked on the Weibo hot search list, #赵银文熙stayed overnight in the same room#.
Scrolling down two posts, #赵银戴的是文熙的衣# also became a hot search.
The photo of Zhao Yin standing at the door last night was magnified countless times. A fan put together the airport photos of me wearing this white T-shirt, and even circled the inconspicuous small label on the neckline. The comparison picture is more refined than the official promotion of the program team.
[I was wondering if this outfit looked familiar! Turns out it's Xi's!]
So where's Yin's clothes? Considering the power outage last night, I reasonably suspect they got wet—
[Stop! If you think about it again, it won’t be broadcast! ]
Am I the only one who noticed Wenxi's expression when she peeked out from behind Yin Ge? She looked like a successful little fox hiding behind a wall!
The comments were scrolling by quickly. I stared at the description of "little fox" and remembered my little thought of "he doesn't know anyway" when I was nestled in Zhao Yin's arms last night.
The phone vibrated again, and it was still a message from Zhao Yin: [Come down?]
Just two words, as concise as he is, even omitting punctuation. I stared at the screen for two seconds, typing in the input box, deleting and revising, and finally replied with just "right away."
Just as I put my phone back into my pocket, I heard footsteps at the door.
When Zhao Yin pushed the door open and came in, I was hopping on one foot to put on my shoes. He quickly supported my back and said, "Slow down."
"Got it." I steadied myself and looked up at him. He had already changed back into his clothes. The white T-shirt was neatly folded and placed on the bedside table.
"Clothes..." I wanted to say that I would help him wash them, but I swallowed the words back when they reached my lips. I remembered the little thoughts I had when I took the initiative to bring up this matter last night. It would be so embarrassing if he saw through anything.
He followed my gaze and picked up the folded T-shirt: "Just put it in the laundry room later."
"Oh." I responded and followed him out.
The corridor was empty, with only the sound of our two footsteps tapping on the wooden floor.
When we went down the stairs, he walked half a step ahead of me and deliberately slowed down his pace.
I remember that when there was a power outage last night, he held my wrist in the same way and led me to the bed.
"Last night..." I hesitated for a moment, then spoke again, "When did you save my number?"
He didn't look back: "Your assistant gave it to me during the awards ceremony that year."
Just as I guessed.
But he'd saved it for five years, so why did he send a message today? I wanted to ask, but it felt too deliberate, so I swallowed my words back, feeling like a frantic rabbit in my heart.
When we walked into the living room, Xiao Chen was sitting on the sofa and browsing his phone. When he saw us coming down, his eyes lit up. He was about to speak when I stopped him with a look.
She shut up tactfully and winked at me, her expression clearly saying "I understand".
There were already a few people sitting at the table. The director saw us and greeted us with a smile: "Are you awake? Come and have breakfast. We have soft-boiled eggs today, which Wenxi loves."
I was stunned for a moment and turned to look at Zhao Yin. He was looking down at the dishes and chopsticks, as if he didn't hear what the director said.
But I haven’t deleted the message “There are your favorite soft-boiled eggs downstairs” on my phone yet. He clearly told me that on purpose.
"Thank you, director." I walked over and sat down. Zhao Yin had already placed a bowl of porridge in front of me. Next to it was a perfectly fried soft-boiled egg with a slightly runny yolk, just the way I like it.
"Brother Yin is really caring." The female guest next to him joked with a smile, "Knowing that Wenxi has difficulty with his feet, he even helped to bring breakfast."
Zhao Yin didn't say anything, but just picked up his bowl of porridge and stirred it gently with a spoon.
The sunlight shone through the window onto his face. He looked no different from usual, but I always felt that his ears seemed a little red.
I lowered my head and pretended to concentrate on poking the soft-boiled egg, but my heart seemed to be filled with something warm.
No way? If we were officially announced, wouldn't that be even more of a shock?
Xiao Chen sat across from me and sent me a WeChat message: [Teacher Wen, look at Brother Yin's porridge bowl. It matches yours! It's a couple's bowl from the program team!]
I glanced up secretly and it was true.
The blue bowl that Zhao Yin used and the white one in front of me do have matching patterns.
I was just about to reply to Xiao Chen when I heard Zhao Yin suddenly say, "Your foot isn't healed yet, don't run around today."
The tone was calm, as if he was explaining a very ordinary matter.
But I know that he is afraid that I will be teased by others.
"I understand, Teacher Zhao." I responded obediently, poked a hole in the soft-boiled egg, and the yolk flowed out and mixed into the white porridge.
Only then did he lower his head and drink a mouthful of porridge.
Chapter 4, Section 2
I ate breakfast a little absentmindedly.
The female guest always brought the topic to me and Zhao Yin from time to time, and the director watched with a smile on his face, as if waiting for us to say something explosive.
Zhao Yin didn't say much throughout the whole process. When occasionally asked, he just responded with words like "um" or "okay". As for me, I was almost unable to respond several times due to the questions, and could only drink porridge to hide my panic.
After breakfast, the production crew began to pack up, saying they were preparing for the bonfire party in the afternoon.
Xiao Chen came over and asked me in a low voice, "Teacher Wen, nothing happened between you and Brother Yin last night, right?"
"What could have happened?" I glared at her. "The power went out. I just stayed in my room."
"That's all?" Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow. "Then why is Brother Yin wearing your clothes? And that photo on Weibo, with the two of you standing at the door like that, who would believe you didn't have something going on?"
"You should stop reading those messed up comments."
I reached out and knocked her on the head. "His clothes were wet, so I just lent them to him."
"Oh—" Xiao Chen said in a long tone, obviously unconvinced, "Did Brother Yin push you against the wall and kiss you?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" My face flushed and I reached out to cover her mouth. "If you keep saying that, I'll dock your salary!"
"I was wrong, I was wrong!" Xiao Chen dodged with a smile, "But seriously, Teacher Wen, the way Brother Yin looks at you is really different."
My heart moved, and just as I was about to ask her what was different, I heard Zhao Yin's voice behind me: "Does your foot still hurt? I'll go get some medicine."
I was startled and turned around. I didn't know when he was standing behind me, holding the bottle of safflower oil from yesterday.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." I waved my hands quickly, "It really doesn't hurt anymore."
"Spray some insurance." He didn't listen to me, pulled the chair next to him and sat down, motioning me to stretch my feet over.
I hesitated for a moment, but still did as I was told.
He unscrewed the cap of safflower oil, poured some into his palm, rubbed it, and then gently pressed it on my ankle.
I stared at him as he lowered his head. His hair hung down, covering a little of his eyebrows and eyes, making him look much softer than usual.
"Brother Yin, your technique is quite professional." Xiao Chen joked beside him, "Have you often given massages to people before?"
Zhao Yin didn't look up, and didn't stop moving his hands: "I used to sprain my ankles often when I was practicing dancing."
Then I remembered that he debuted in a boy band, and it was common for him to get injured while practicing dancing.
Why do I feel... a sudden pang of discomfort? He must have been in so much pain back then, right? If I were there... if I'd met him sooner... if I'd appeared in his world sooner...
"Okay." He released his hand and wiped it with a tissue. "Don't do any strenuous exercise."
"Thank you, Teacher Zhao." I said in a low voice.
He nodded, stood up and put the safflower oil back in its place.
Xiao Chen leaned close to my ear and said in a voice that only the two of us could hear, "Look, what did I say? It's different, isn't it?"
I ignored her.
There was nothing to do in the morning, so the production team told everyone to have free time and start recording the bonfire party in the afternoon.
The female guest took the director and others to the beach to pick up shells. Xiao Chen was called away by other staff members to help, leaving only Zhao Yin and I in the living room.
He was sitting on the sofa reading a thick hardcover book with a black cover and the title could not be seen clearly.
I sat on the single sofa next to him, browsing Weibo on my phone.
The popularity of #赵银文熙staying overnight in the same room# has not died down yet, and new Reuters has come out. It is a photo of Zhao Yin helping me wipe my feet yesterday. I don’t know who took it, but the angle is a bit tricky, and it just captured him lowering his head and my red ears.
[Ahhh, that look! Eun-ge is the epitome of gentleness!]
[Wenxi's ears turned red! I knew something was wrong with him!]
[Help! What kind of magical interaction is this?! I'm going crazy!]
The more I read it, the more embarrassed I felt. Just as I was about to quit Weibo, my phone suddenly vibrated. It was a WeChat message from Zhao Yin.
I was stunned for a moment. He was sitting next to me. Why couldn't he just say it directly? Why did he have to send a WeChat message?
When I clicked on it, there was only one sentence: [Don’t always read those comments. ]
I looked up at him and he was still reading as if nothing had happened.
But I know he must have seen me browsing Weibo.
I replied "I know", locked my phone and put it aside.
I don't know how long it was before he suddenly closed the book and looked at me: "Do you want to go for a walk on the beach?"
Chapter 4, Section 3
"Go to the beach?" I was stunned for a moment. "My feet..."
"I'll help you."
I looked at him, feeling a little hesitant.
If you go to the beach now and get photographed, you might become a hot topic again.
But looking at his clear eyes, I couldn't say no.
"Okay." I nodded.
He stood up, walked to me, bent down and held my arm: "Can you walk?"
"Yeah." I tried to walk two steps. Although it was still a little painful, it was much better than yesterday.
He held my arm and slowly walked towards the door.
When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, turned back into the house, got a hat, and put it on my head: "The sun is strong, don't get sunburned."
It was a black baseball cap, very similar to the one he was wearing, and it should have been distributed by the program crew.
There were not many people on the beach, only a few tourists walking.
The sea breeze was a bit strong, making people's hair messy.
Zhao Yin held my arm and walked slowly. We walked slowly along the coastline without saying a word.
Waves hit the beach again and again, leaving behind white foam and then quickly receding.
"Actually," I hesitated for a moment, then spoke up, "I didn't expect you to participate in this variety show."
He turned his head to look at me: "Why?"
"It seems that you don't like this kind of slow variety show." I told him honestly. He had only participated in competitive or interview programs before. This was the first time he had participated in a leisurely show at the beach.
"Well, not really," he admitted frankly, "but I heard you were coming, so I came."
I was stunned, thinking I had misheard: "What did you say?"
He looked at me with a serious look in his eyes: "I said, I heard you were coming, so I came."
I still heard his words clearly, and my heartbeat suddenly became very fast.
Why is he telling me this? Does he know that I like him? Or...
Countless thoughts flashed through my mind. I opened my mouth, but didn't know what to say.
He seemed to see my panic, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "Don't think too much, I just think it would be a pleasure to work with you."
"Oh." I lowered my head to hide my gaffe.
Sweet.
We continued walking forward and came to a reef, where he helped me sit down.
He took off his coat and spread it under me: "Sit down."
"What are you going to do?" I looked at him.
"I'm not cold." He sat down next to me and looked at the sea in the distance.
We were silent again, no one spoke.
But this time the silence was not as awkward as the silence in the living room just now. Instead, it was filled with an inexplicable tacit understanding that made people feel very comfortable.
I looked at the seagulls circling over the sea in the distance and thought about what he had just said.
When they heard I was coming, they came.
"Teacher Zhao," I suddenly asked, "Do you remember the award ceremony five years ago?"
He looked sideways at me: "Remember."
"At that time," I said a little embarrassedly, "it was my first time meeting you. I was so nervous that I didn't even dare to talk to you."
He smiled and said, "I know."
"You know?" I was stunned.
"Yeah," he nodded, "you were standing next to me, and your hands were shaking so badly you could barely hold the trophy."
My face flushed, I didn't expect him to notice.
At that time, I had just debuted and was surprised to win that award. I didn’t expect to stand on the same stage with him. I was extremely nervous.
"I admired you very much at that time." I whispered. These were words I had kept hidden for a long time and finally said them out loud.
He looked at me with gentle eyes: "I know."
It was that "I know" again. He seemed to know everything: my nervousness, my admiration, and even... my love for him?
I dare not think further, for fear that this is just my wishful thinking.
The sea breeze was getting stronger and stronger, almost blowing my hat off. He reached out to help me put on my hat and smiled: "Are you ticklish?"
"No," I retorted, blushing.
He didn't say anything else, just looked at me with a smile in his eyes.
Chapter 4, Section 4
After sitting for a while, he helped me stand up and said, "Let's go back. It's a bit windy."
"Yeah." I nodded.
When we walked back, he still held my arm and walked very slowly.
When we were almost at the B&B, I saw Xiao Chen standing at the door looking out. When he saw us, his eyes lit up and he ran towards us.
"Teacher Wen, Brother Yin, where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time."
Xiao Chen said while panting.
"I went for a walk on the beach," I said.
"Come in quickly, the director said it's time to start preparing for the bonfire party in the afternoon." Xiao Chen pulled me into the house.
Zhao Yin followed us without saying a word.
When we returned to the B&B, the living room was much more lively. The staff were setting up the venue. The female guest and the director had also returned, holding the shells they had picked up and were discussing something happily.
"Wenxi, Brother Yin, where have you been?" the director asked with a smile.
"I went for a walk on the beach," I said.
"That's perfect," the director said. "Come over here, let's discuss the schedule for tonight's bonfire party."
We walked over and discussed it with everyone.
Actually, there is nothing much to discuss. It’s just singing, playing games and chatting.
But everyone seemed very excited, especially the female guests, who chattered non-stop.
Zhao Yin didn't say much throughout the whole process, only occasionally nodding or saying "okay" when the director asked for his opinion.
He spent most of the time looking at me as if he was concerned about my feet.
I felt a little embarrassed when he looked at me, and occasionally I would give him a look back, and he would slightly curl the corners of his mouth.
After discussing the process, the staff began to prepare dinner, saying that it would be eaten during the bonfire party in the evening.
Xiao Chen pulled me to help. I had just taken two steps when Zhao Yin said, "Your feet are not comfortable. Don't go. Sit down and rest."
"It's okay, I can do it." I don't want to be treated specially.
"obedient."
I looked at him and finally nodded: "Okay."
Xiao Chen winked at me and followed the others to the kitchen.
Zhao Yin and I were the only ones left in the living room.
He sat on the sofa and picked up the book he had just read and continued reading.
I sat next to him, browsing my Moments on my phone.
Nothing new, just work updates.
As I was scrolling, I suddenly remembered the trending search this morning. I clicked on it and saw that #赵银文熙一直在哈街踏# was on the trending search again. I clicked on it and saw that it was a photo of us at the beach just now. I don’t know who took it, but the angle is pretty good and we look very good together.
[Ahhh, what a magical scene! They're so perfect together!]
[I knew they would secretly date! I wasn't disappointed!]
[The way Brother Yin is supporting Wenxi is so sweet! I'm falling for him!]
The more I read, the more embarrassed I felt. Just as I was about to log out of Weibo, Zhao Yin suddenly leaned over and took a look: "Are you reading this again?"
I was startled, "No...no."
He smiled and didn't expose me. He just said, "Don't care too much about what others think."
"I know." I whispered, feeling a little sweet in my heart.
Is he caring about me?
The dinner was very sumptuous, with seafood, barbecue, vegetable salad, and various drinks and fruits.
Everyone sat around the table in the yard, eating and chatting, and the atmosphere was very lively.
Zhao Yin sat next to me and picked up some food for me from time to time, all of which were my favorites.
The female guest saw this and joked with a smile: "Brother Yin, you are too nice to Wenxi. If someone doesn't know, they would think you two are a couple."
When I heard this, I accidentally choked, "Ahem... Sister Jiang Li, stop joking, how could it be possible for us?!"
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