There is a Wall Behind the Shadow

The embarrassment that cannot be rewinded, the grievance that cannot be expressed, the throbbing that has nowhere to rest, from the heart, to the eyes, and to smear on the person's clothes, as if everything was passed on silently.

Speechless, but not necessarily silent.

He clenched his fists, pursed his lips, was patted on the back, and still had a small choked sob that could not be completely suppressed.

With a slight movement, the rubbing sound of hands and cloth, body and quilt can be heard even when they are not asleep and the sound is not blocked.

It was already late at night, and the audience who could still watch the mosaic in the star network live broadcast window and read the barrage would not ignore these faint movements.

"Is it true that someone is crying?"

"I also heard... Is it the sound of sobbing twice, very small."

"???who is it!"

"Does it need to be said... does my sister Song look like someone who can cry?"

"Maybe Song Shiyue was pretending to be strong when she went to throw the bat just now, and now she is crying when she returns to the tent after throwing the bat - from a small ice bucket that resisted desperately"

"Hahaha, the previous one might as well say that Song Shiyue is the length of the reflection arc."

"It's okay, it's Song Shiyue, who has a long reflection arc, crying - from a small ice bucket who refuses to admit defeat"

"Okay, little hot pots, just admit it, it's your little ice cubes that melted into water..."

"Maybe I was still frightened, I felt that several of them had hit the wall of the tent on Yu Nianbing's side before."

"I feel sorry for Little Ice Cube... This show is really scary! So why did you come to participate in such a tortured show!"

"Speaking of the tent wall, is there anyone who is not asleep to calculate the relationship between the coverage area of ​​the mosaic and the bottom of the tent? I always feel that the small vacant gap at the bottom of the tent is tricky! I'm so anxious! "

"My friends... can I say something weakly? Actually, this soft sobbing sound, combined with those lighter cloth rubbing sounds... Can't you think of a possibility other than someone crying?— —from a small moon cake who is carefully preparing to install the water meter outside the door”

"???"

"!!!"

"Wait! I just got on the CP for a few days and got into the car so soon?"

"Let me tell you about the little moon cake in front of you, even if you don't have a water meter or electricity meter at home, you will still be knocked on the door!"

"What should I do... I was told by the cautious (actually not) little moon cake in front of me... I couldn't stop..."

"It's really exciting... I'm a little overwhelmed. No, I'm going to drink some cold water."

"As a senior little ice bucket, when I heard that little ice cube cried just now, my heart hurts, but now... it hurts even more."

"Is it the kind of pain that hurts and burns, sweet and sour? (I understand)"

"right……"

……

Who can see whose happiness.

Who can properly put away someone's unhappiness.

In this world, meeting is really too difficult.

And the right encounter is almost as lucky as winning the lottery.

As a power-type ability user, Song Shiyue's control over power is extremely subtle.But at this moment, the hand behind Nian Bing's back was patted, but he couldn't help but lighten again and again, so light that he didn't know where to land.

Is it the fear of those things?Is it the embarrassment of meeting him just now?or something else?

Song Shiyue racked her brains, her head hurt a little, but she still didn't know where Yu Nianbing's tears were. At this time, the clothes on her chest were already wet.

Piansheng is now live 24 hours a day, and the radio is still on.Song Shiyue wasn't sure if Yu Nian Bing wanted to let the audience know that she was crying, probably... she didn't want to.

There are some things that cannot be asked or spoken.

But I don't know if Yu Nianbing could feel the comfort that I wrote down...

Song Shiyue's heart was full of troubles, and she was afraid that she would never think of it. The comfort she wrote down on Nian Bing's back was the last blow that poked Yu Nian Bing's tears.

I do not know how long it has been.

It seems... this night has lasted for many days and nights.

The breathing of the person in his arms gradually stabilized, and Song Shiyue's body, from shoulders to chest, was already wet, and it also turned from hot to warm, and began to become a little cold.

Yu Nianbing just cried and cried like this, and fell asleep crying.Asleep, his hands were still holding the hem of Song Shiyue's clothes, and his face was pressed tightly against Song Shiyue's collarbone.

The clothes are wet, it's really not comfortable.Especially with the person in his arms breathing close to his clothes, it was really cold.

Song Shiyue thought about getting up and going to the fire outside to roast, stuffing a few thin sticks of firewood, casually getting close to roasting, and drying it in minutes.But as soon as he moved, the person in his arms twisted, as if very uncomfortable.With another movement, the hem of the clothes below was pulled, almost hanging by Song Shiyue's neck.

Sure enough, when you fall asleep, you will be very clingy...

Song Shiyue smiled and shook her head as she thought about her clothes that were about to be crushed the night before.

I can't walk away, but I can't keep doing this, leaving the face of the guy in my arms stuck to the wet cloth.

Song Shiyue looked at the man in her arms with red eyes and frowning brows, she hardened her heart, wrapped her arms around the man, supported her body with the other, and led the man around like this.

Such a forced turning over is naturally uncomfortable.

Yu Nianbing frowned and groaned. Seeing that he was about to wake up, Song Shiyue, who had successfully turned from lying against the tent door to lying inside, quickly pulled him into his arms like a skilled worker. .

Hug and pat, Yu Nianbing flattened her mouth and gradually loosened her brows, but she didn't wake up.

No one was blowing on wet clothes, Song Shiyue finally felt better.

only……

Song Shiyue's gaze, from the red eyes of the man in his arms who were swollen from crying, looked all the way down...

Soon, Song Shiyue trembled slightly, quickly looked away, and looked at the tent wall next to him, even more so trying to conceal the fact that he took more people into his arms.

Yu Nianbing, who was lying on his side and a little bit on his back, was surrounded by this, and his whole body rolled into Song Shiyue's arms, but he turned into a side-lying and prone appearance.

off white...really thin...

It was Song Shiyue who tried hard to restrain herself from thinking about the beige little dress in the T-shirt whose neckline was torn open again because of turning over just now, still lingering in her mind for a long time.

How can... so thin...

I always feel that I can see some of the looming...colors inside.

Can you see it?Or is it just my own trance brain supplement?

Song Shiyue almost lowered her head to look again, but stopped her gaze just in time.

Forcibly stopping her gaze at a certain point on the wall of the tent, Song Shiyue sneered at the behavior she almost committed knowingly just now.

How can this be so?

How can you take advantage of people's sleep and take advantage of their danger?

See how much people trust you!I don't mind that you have confessed your love, and I don't mind the embarrassment you may have. I am still willing to believe in you, and I am willing to sleep with you in the same bed and even a quilt!

What about you?

What are you going to do?

Did you just want to see someone's...

Do not!

Not!I'm just a little curious about how thin it is!

Song Shiyue couldn't stand the voice of moral condemnation in her mind, so she couldn't help reaching out and patting her face, trying to interrupt the voice.

There was a snap, like beating a mosquito.

Yu Nianbing, who heard the voice, twisted his body in dissatisfaction as if his sleep had been disturbed.

Song Shiyue subconsciously lowered her head to see if Yu Nianbing was awake.

As a result, people did not wake up.

I don't know how Yu Nianbing tore the neckline like that, but the whole piece of cloth was opened.

Off-white, really thin.

The size is right, just enough to hold in one hand, it seems, it's really a bit transparent...

Song Shiyue couldn't help but think of the earth, when it was still in peacetime, when she was still young, and before the Chinese New Year, according to the custom, every household had to steam steamed buns and steamed buns in advance.Because there are too many types of steaming at one time, it is not enough to distinguish all the fillings just by whether there are folds or not.So there is a method of dipping red food coloring on the tip of chopsticks and pressing a little bit on the steamed buns.

For many years at that time, Song Shiyue's favorite food was glossy shredded radish steamed buns with a small red dot on top.

The thin shredded radish, mixed with pork and oil residue, is fragrant and not greasy, which is the most memorable.

At that time, it was still a big steamer, full of steamed buns and steamed buns.When I first took it off, it was hot and white, and it burned my eyes a little.

Song Shiyue, who was still young at that time, was so greedy that she couldn't wait for the heat to dissipate, so she lay down beside the steamer, and hurriedly checked to see if there were any glossy steamed buns with red dots on them.If not, you will have to wait for the next pot in frustration.If you saw it, you really couldn't wait to let it cool down, so you hurriedly dug out one and grabbed it hot in your hand.

It's that urgent, it's that greedy, it's that itchy.

Just like now, Song Shiyue's eyes were once again hurriedly skipping over the off-white thin cloth.

This is wrong, but it wasn't intentional either, Song Shiyue hurriedly defended herself before the moral condemnation in her mind began.

However, the body is different.

An inexplicably hot body, a suddenly hungry stomach, and a heart that seemed to have been scratched a few times by a kitten's paw made Song Shiyue's breathing short for a while.

It's like the hunger for shredded radish steamed buns when I was a child, and the hunger for excessive use of power and fasting in the last days are all combined... inexplicable and unbearable.

Song Shiyue, who was born on the sidelines, couldn't figure out what she was enduring...

The shredded radish steamed buns from childhood are really soft when held warm.In the end, Song Shiyue could only say this to herself silently in her heart.

So many things happened that night.

Not to mention all kinds of things in the first half of the night, in the second half of the night, some people sleep well, while others... have trouble sleeping.

Yu Nianbing was sleepy and staring, always feeling that something was wrong with his face, it was cold for a while, hot for a while, and wet...

The night before the birth was too much trouble, but Yu Nian Bing felt that something was wrong, but his brain was heavy and his eyelids could not be opened. After a little effort like this, he was overwhelmed by drowsiness, so he woke up. I can't wake up for a while.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a few hot and cold alternations, maybe there were more, after all, Yu Nian Bing finally woke up while he was sleepy and didn't pay attention.Yu Nianbing subconsciously raised his hand to touch it, his eyes were warm and slightly wet, it turned out to be a wet face towel.

"Are you awake? It's still early, sleep a little longer."

Song Shiyue's voice sounded beside her, and Yu Nianbing, who was about to tear off the wet face towel, stopped abruptly.

What happened the night before, like a movie at ten times speed, flashed through Nian Bing's mind.

I really want to lose my memory...

With trembling hands, Yu Nianbing loosened the wet face towel covering his eyes.

You can't lose your memory, you can be blind...

Of course, no.

It was because when Nian Bing was about to wear this wet face towel until the end of time, it was taken away.

Then there was the sound of splashing water next to it.

Yu Nianbing couldn't help but opened his eyes. No matter if he didn't open them, he felt that his eyes didn't seem to be as heavy and sore as he felt in his sleep.

The sky outside the tent didn't seem to start to light up yet.The tent was pitch black, Yu Nianbing just opened his eyes, he couldn't see anything clearly, and he was still a little dizzy.

"It's still early, I can sleep for another [-] minutes, and I'll call you later." Song Shiyue wrung out the wet face towel on her hand, turned her head and saw that Nian Bing had opened her eyes, and said with a smile.

"No..." Yu Nianbing sat up, and just about to refuse, the black shadow next to him turned around quickly.

Rubbing her eyes, Yu Nianbing found that it seemed that Song Shiyue had turned from facing herself to turning her back...

and so……

Can't get over what happened yesterday?

In Nian Bing's heart, he fell to the ground like a weighty stone.

But without waiting for Nian Bing to think about it, Song Shiyue opened the mouth first: "You... your... clothes seemed to be a little bit broken yesterday... You see, you need to change a spare one in the bag." , or... I'll ask Feng Zhu to borrow some needle and thread later to mend it."

clothing?

Yu Nianbing looked down subconsciously.

Even though the light in the tent was not good, Yu Nianbing still vaguely felt that the clothes in front of him were not right.

Touch it again... a piece of cloth opened with my hand.

Yu Nianbing: "..."

No memory loss, Yu Nianbing can easily remember that when he pulled the buttons yesterday, he seemed to use a little force, and when he finally pulled, there seemed to be some cracking sound.It's just that there were a lot of things on my mind at that time, and at that time my hand was hurt by the button, and then... I didn't bother to see what was broken, so I fell asleep until now.

Even if he couldn't see clearly, Yu Nianbing could still feel it. The cloth on the neckline had been torn off, and he could even touch the... inside.

So... I just slept like this yesterday?

He looked at the corner of the tent in a daze. Song Shiyue seemed to have used two things that looked like water basins just now.

So... Did Song Shiyue turn on the flashlight last night?

Yu Nianbing was startled, and after hugging the rags in front of him, there was actually an inexplicable joy in his heart that shouldn't have appeared.

Did you see it?Then we'll be evened, shall we?

Yu Nianbing wanted to ask this question, but he didn't ask because he was worried about the live broadcast.

But seeing Song Shiyue being so sensitive and turning her back all of a sudden, Yu Nianbing's attachment to last night's accident finally dissipated a little bit.

Of course, I still have some concerns that Song Shiyue didn't take it off after he came back.

"I'll change to a new one." Yu Nianbing said, getting up to get the backpack outside the tent.

It's just that Song Shiyue's movements were faster, and she unzipped the tent zipper, stretched out her hand, and brought in Yu Nianbing's backpack from outside.

Yu Nianbing, remember... It seems that my bag is placed a little away from the tent door.

Is this...prepared early?

"I'll go out, you can change." Song Shiyue said, and quickly got out of the tent.

Yu Nianbing was left in the tent again, but this time, she didn't feel bored, but... a little like to laugh.

Song Shiyue... is really...

Obviously she did such a thing yesterday, but she treats her with such sincerity today.

While changing clothes, Yu Nianbing looked at the two basins in the corner of the tent with her eyes that were getting used to the darkness.After fully waking up, there is no need to ask where the wet feeling of alternating hot and cold eyes on the eyes comes from in sleep.

So, does this person really not mind?

Just because of such a life-saving grace, did you not feel wronged, angry, or even keep silent for a long time when you were done with such a thing?

Yu Nianbing thought of the hug that Song Shiyue took the initiative to do later...

Could it be that... this person would use his body to promise... to repay the grace of saving his life?

Then if...

Yu Nianbing squeezed the hem of the clothes she had just changed, preventing herself from thinking about it.

The night before, I was still afraid that the other party would think that the accident was a kindness in return, so what did I start thinking today?

However, just remembering the softness of the lips when the accident happened, Yu Nianbing's heart was hard to calm down for a while.

That's right, how can it be so easy to mend things that have cracks and restore them to their former strength.

After Yu Nianbing changed his clothes, he called Song Shiyue to come in. Both of them cherished this short period of ostrich time before dawn.

Song Shiyue twisted the wet face towel again, persuading Yu Nianbing to sleep a little longer.

Yu Nianbing knew what she was hiding behind her words, so she lay down obediently.

This time, it was a cold face towel.

The cold and hot alternated several times. From Song Shiyue's point of view, Yu Nianbing's eyes seemed to be fine.Even if there are still some fans who can't get rid of it for a while, it can be covered up by being made a fuss at night and not sleeping well afterwards.It's not in vain for me to get up early and rub the wet face towel so many times.

It's just that Song Shiyue still has too little experience after all, and greatly underestimated the audience on Starnet.

The night before, Yu Nianbing had been guessed since he started crying, and he actually drove a lot of time behind the car...

But this morning, since Song Shiyue fetched water into the tent and started rubbing towels, the audience guessed what she was doing from the sound of her fetching water and rubbing towels.

Of course, guessing like that is just a serious audience.

As for those who drove late at night to make up their minds...

"Hit... water came in..."

"Wringing... the sound of twisting a towel..."

"Yes...is it rubbing..."

"I've been a fan of Little Ice Cube for so many years... I thought no matter who she was with, it would be the one who would wake up alive in the morning!"

"Let's just say weakly, with my Sister Song's hand strength, it's normal that I can't get up..."

"???"

"Tell me! Did you also move the water meter of your house outside!"

"If I start working part-time as Little Moon from now on, can Sister Song be gentler to our Little Ice Cube?"

"Although I can't get out of bed after a night, it's really...unspeakable...sentimental. But, it's true to get up in the morning and bring water to help wipe...My girlish heart melted……"

"My friends, just rub your eyes! Do you want to be expelled from Ice Cube after this show is over? You don't want to be a little ice bucket anymore, do you?"

"It's okay...I'm already a waste bucket, now please call me a little kettle..."

"All the small ice cubes have melted, where is the small ice bucket. Oh, when it comes to 'melting', I can't do it anymore. It's all you! I have been forced to brainstorm all night! The yellow waste that is full of my head now is gone. Way to speak up!"

……

I am afraid that the program team would never have thought that the screen mosaic sound radio mode chosen to protect the privacy of the guests would open up such a big brain space for the audience.

This year's audience preference direction is too unexpected.

I don't know if the program group is worried that this model will eventually lead to this trend, and will be severely held accountable by the guests after it comes out.

Just when the audience was happiest, in the early morning, a new function was launched on the live homepage of Xingwang's "Journey into the Wild".

【Exclusive logo, let your barrage shine in a different way】

What went online was actually the fan icon that the audience had appealed to since the beginning of the show.

This time, the program group outside Wilderness Star has done some personnel work. These online fan icons are quite down-to-earth, and they are basically built around the self-proclaimed names of various fans.

Little ice bucket, little moon, little sunshine, little star...

Of course, the program group also has some representative icons, such as a sheep head for the sheep team, and a cartoon fat face for Director Zhang...

The appearance of the new function made the audience very excited, and for a moment they interrupted the brain supplement that lasted most of the night, and praised the program group without hesitation.

The audience is happy, and the program group that has added new features to the class for one night is also very gratifying.

It's just that there are always some people who always like to sneer at other people's joy or efforts.

In a villa in Mingtan Star, a middle-aged man who was a bit fat was woken up by the sound of Xingwang's message.

After wiping his sleep-swollen face, the middle-aged man frowned and opened the message.

It was a text message from the "Wild Star" program group, and it described in detail the success of the fan icon in the live broadcast window in a beaming tone.

The text message asking for credit also disturbs people's slumber.

These people have money in their eyes, they are all successful, and they are all making progress. In fact, they have no eyesight at all.

Oh, it's not just them.

Those viewers who are so happy for such a small function are also stupid.

The middle-aged man roughly scanned the text message, turned the corner of his mouth in disdain, and closed the text message.

But before he could continue to lie down and sleep again, another voice message came in.

"Brother, why is the program group in the wilderness still launching new features?"

The middle-aged man maintained the disdain on his face, turned on the voice and replied: "Whatever they do, it won't cost much anyway. From what they said, the audience responded well. Just to make everyone think that they are doing a good job. It’s good to have a show. This will also be good for the following things.”

At the same time, it is still the villa.

A slender figure entered the underground audio-visual room lightly.

It's a pity that the timing of her arrival was not very good, but she was discovered after she only had time to glance at the few pieces of information on the top of the coffee table.