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Three years ago, the TV station was active.

Yu Shengwei was arranging a bouquet of flowers.

He was standing by the door, and he could hear various voices coming from behind a door, most of which were meaningless noises, but among the noises, there was a voice that stimulated his eardrum and affected his heartbeat.

He was nervous.

His hard work has finally paid off. He will present flowers for Bo Yijian at the end of the show and get a chance to meet Bo Yijian face to face.

At this moment, my thoughts are like a pool of stones, floating up and down.

Will Brother Yijian recognize me?

Will he be pleasantly surprised?

Does he still remember the little fish back then?

"Yuyu," came a voice from the side, and the assistant of the radio station poked his head out of the small door, "Okay, we will enter the last link soon." A voice came from the side, and the assistant of the radio station came out of the small door to greet Yu Yu. microbes.

"Thank you, I'll go in right away." Yu Shengwei replied.He arranges the bouquet and himself one last time before moving forward.

The assistant watched people walk past him.

Flowers and Boys.

He sighed briefly, then scratched his head again.

It's just going up to offer a flower. Is it necessary to be so cautious?Looking at this appearance, those who didn't know thought they were on stage to accept the award.

***

Thin Yijian's body is actually a little uncomfortable.

He caught a cold yesterday, and now he has a little fever.

However, this program has long been agreed to, so it is not good to make any changes due to personal factors.

Fortunately, there are not many links, and most of the time they are sitting and chatting, and they don't spend too much energy.

Bo Yijian tried his best to cheer up and cooperate with the program team, some of them had no time to react, so they just responded with a smile.

No one noticed.

Whether it is the director's photography or the host in front of me, I am quite satisfied with watching.

Now there is only one last flower-presenting link left, and after presenting flowers, he can go home and sleep.

Bo Yijian calmly changed his posture to relieve the faint pain in his body, and the host next to him just picked a guest to come on stage to present flowers.He glanced forward and saw a slender figure coming out of the light and shadow.

It was a very young man.

Like a student.

A bouquet of huge bouquets covered half of his face, but his eyes were bright and wide open, looking over from behind the flowers, when he touched him, he trembled a little, and closed his eyes, but it didn't take long Yes, he lifted it secretly again, looking nervous.

Bo Yijian hurriedly withdrew his gaze when the other party realized that he was still looking at him.

He smiled and took the other party's bouquet, said thank you, and stretched out his hand to the other party, ready to shake hands.

He thought:

so young.

Looking a little shy.

His hands hung in mid-air for a while.

The person in front of him suddenly became silent.

The host next to him was already used to the nervousness of the guest presenting flowers, so he skillfully smiled and said, "Does the guest have something to say to Brother Bo?"

"……Um."

The voice was low and a little slow.

Only then did the hand reach out.

Fingers are also cold.

The flower presentation is over, and the show is over.

Bo Yijian noticed one thing when he walked off the stage with Hua in his arms.

When the host was smoothing things out just now, the flower presenters clearly confirmed that they had something to say to him, but they didn't speak until they stepped down.

It's a bit strange.

After entering the backstage, Bo Yijian went back to his lounge first.

The assistant had been waiting in the lounge early, and handed him a glass of water. The water was slightly hot, but it was friendly to cold patients.

Bo Yijian took it and drank most of it in one go.

The assistant handed over the cold medicine again, and thoughtfully said, "Brother Bo, you've worked hard, let's take some medicine first, and you'll be back soon from here. When the medicine takes effect, you can go upstairs and go to sleep."

Bo Yijian let out a "huh", took the medicine and swallowed it.

***

While Bo Yijian was taking the medicine, Yu Shengwei also entered the backstage.

But before he took two steps, a figure rushed up beside him and stopped him.

Yu Sheng turned his head slightly and found that it was Tang Lai.

"Brother Tang, you haven't left yet?"

Tang Lai frowned: "Don't talk about me, what are you doing? Didn't you just leave after offering a flower?"

Yu Shengwei: "I still have something to do."

Tang Lai looked Xia Yu Shengwei up and down: "Yuyu, you have to be clear, you are not an ordinary student now, you have already entered the entertainment industry, so you are a starlet, think about it, if you come on stage to give Teacher Bo The flower offering was captured by the media, what would they say? By the way, did Bo Yijian recognize you?"

Knowing that the recognition in the other party's mouth was not what he thought, Yu Shengwei still pursed his lower lip slightly.

He whispered: "No." Then he added, "But I still have something to do, I want to go backstage again."

Tang Lai: "... Forget it, go if you want, and don't make any trouble."

Yu Shengwei: "I see."

Later, Tang Lai seemed to say a few more words, but Yu Shengwei's thoughts were no longer on Tang Lai.

He agreed to the other party perfunctorily, and walked towards Bo Yijian's lounge, while doing psychological construction for himself:

The lights on the show were dim, and there were flowers covering my face, maybe Brother Bo didn't see clearly who was presenting the flowers.

Now I go backstage to find him, and he can see me clearly.

Maybe even saw the card I put in the flower.

He will definitely recognize me...

The road to the lounge was long and short. Yu Shengwei held the envelope containing the letter and walked all the way with trepidation, and stood at the door of the lounge. The door suddenly opened.

As soon as the door was opened, people inside and outside the substation met each other.

The assistant was taken aback: "You are?"

Bo Yijian: "Is that you?"

Two voices sounded at the same time, and Bo Yijian was surprised to find that the person standing outside his lounge was actually a young man who came to the stage a few minutes ago to present flowers to him.

He was a little puzzled: "Aren't you an audience? Why did you come backstage?"

"That, that, I'm not an audience." Yu Shengwei said quickly, "My name is Yu Shengwei, and I've come to see you for something."

Bo Yijian figured it out.

It's all coming later, since it's not the audience, it must be the staff, and some programs will replace the live audience with staff to avoid situations.

He smiled and said, "Then what's the matter with you?" He guessed again, "Do you want me to sign for you?"

Yu Sheng was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously clenched the envelope in his hand in nervousness: "I...I didn't..."

Bo Yijian looked at the things in the other party's hands. He understood the other party's nervousness, so he patiently continued to help the other party complete what he hadn't finished saying: "Is there no pen and paper? It doesn't matter, there are here."

Bo Yijian didn't need to signal more, the assistant next to him helped Bo Yijian bring the paper and pen.Among them, the paper is still a thin postcard, which is a must-have item for the assistant.

Bo Yijian asked Yu Shengwei: "What do you want to write?"

The repeated delays made Yu Shengwei lose his position of refusing.

What he wanted to say several times is now a little bit hard to say.

He lowered his head a little, stared at Bo Yijian's hands, and said, "Give it to Xiaoyu."

Bo Yijian: "Which little fish?"

Yu Shengwei: "..." His voice followed his head, "Little fish, little fish."

Understood.

Bo Yi gradually finished writing, and handed the signed photo to Yu Shengwei.

Yu Sheng accepted it silently.

At this moment, the fingers of the two accidentally touched each other.

Just like a ray of spring breeze, blowing gently on the flame that is extinguished in the heart, making it revive.

Yu Sheng plucked up his courage slightly, and raised his head again: "Mr. Bo..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Bo Yijian frowning and turning his face sideways.

It's always troublesome to be sick, and while talking with someone, Bo Yijian suddenly felt a dry itchy throat, and turned away quickly to avoid coughing directly at the person. Fortunately, although the cough was fierce, it was still tolerable.

Bo Yijian took a dark breath, and finally suppressed it.

He turned back again, and smiled again: "What else?"

The other party did not answer.

Bo Yijian found that the person in front of him was staring at him blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The assistant standing next to him interrupted: "I'm sorry, the car is already waiting below. Teacher Bo still has some things to do next, so I have to go."

The person in front of him came back to his senses.

He took a step back and moved out of the way, his eyes were lowered, his eyelids were thin and seemed a little red:

"There is nothing else, I just want to talk to Teacher Bo, Teacher Bo is great, I..."

The voice behind was too low, and Bo Yijian couldn't hear it clearly. He felt that the other party was really strange, but the effect of the medicine had begun to take effect. He felt a little drowsy, and began to miss the soft bed in the bedroom, so he ordered in a hurry. Next, after politely thanking him, he left with his assistant.

Yu Shengwei stood quietly in the corridor, like a statue hidden in a corner.

It wasn't until Bo Yijian's back and footsteps were heard together that the statue came to life, stepped forward, and walked into Bo Yijian's lounge.

In the lounge, everything else was cleaned up, only a bouquet of flowers in full bloom remained, placed in front of the mirror, hanging alone.

He stepped forward, touched the tender petals with his fingertips, and found a card from the flower branch.

The card opened, and on it were a few lines of short sentences written by hand.

Brother Yijian:

I wonder if you still remember the little fish you met in the orphanage back then?

Over the past few years, you have been my idol and the goal of my efforts.

Now Xiaoyu has grown up and has been admitted to the Film Academy.

Can I see you again?

Love your little fish.