Star Chaser [Entertainment]

"How did you come?"

Wen Qing opened the door. At first glance, it seemed normal, but if you looked a little closer, you could find the intense fatigue emanating from his body from the inside out.

Before opening the door, Ai Changle heard the sound of turning on the light. In other words, Wen Qing was either resting before, or he was alone in the darkness.

"Send peaches to Brother Qing." Ai Changle grinned joyfully, the corners of his lips raised, and his eyebrows curved, like a Kongming lantern lit in the dark night, so small and so weak, but enough to make people see the hope of light .

Wen Qing looked at him, a thought deep in his heart suddenly surged like a tide.

Ai Changle told him not to speak, so he asked, "Brother Qing, what's the matter... um!"

He was about to comfort him when his eyes suddenly went dark, and then, the elegant fragrance of clothes came from the tip of his nose - Wen Qing hugged him.

That person who was always chic, calm, and even supercilious just now hugged him in a moment of excitement.

A hug can be understood as an expression of emotion. As for family affection, friendship, or love, the right to interpret lies with the person who sent the hug.

"Thank you." About five seconds later, these two words rolled out of Wen Qing's throat, so heavy that it made people hang a stone from the tip of their hearts.

Ai Changle's head buzzed, and he patted him on the back clumsily, trying to resolve the delicate atmosphere in front of him with a generous smile:

"Well, no thanks, no thanks, brother Qing helped me a lot before, it should be."

Wen Qing touched his back, his hands hurt.

"Brother Qing, you like peaches, right?"

After letting go of the hug, Ai Changle asked tentatively.

He didn't directly mention the matter of not eating, after all, it was Wen Qing's privacy.

"Ah."

Not only peaches, but also small peaches.

"Then I'll give you these two first, and I'll have some more after I finish eating them. The ones I bought this time are quite sweet, and they're good to eat these two days, and they'll go bad if I put them away."

Wen Qing nodded: "Okay, thank you."

"No thanks, no thanks, Brother Qing, you are really too polite. You helped me so much before, and I didn't even thank you properly." Ai Changle pulled his nightgown unnaturally, "Well, you wait a while Eat slowly, I'll go back first."

"Wait." Wen Qing called to stop him.

"what?"

"Where did you buy the chicken noodle soup last time?"

Wen Qing had invited him to have a supper before, and in return, he gave Wen Qing breakfast the next day, and the staple food was chicken noodle soup.It's just that he didn't buy it, he made it himself.Just add a stock cube to the water in which the noodles are cooked, and the noodle soup will be fragrant and thick.As for when to put the broth cubes, when to put the noodles, and how long to cook the noodles, these are all he has figured out after countless experiments.

He didn't expect Wen Qing to remember this bite, because the method is really simple, and it must not be as good as the delicacies this person usually eats, so Ai Changle was a little surprised.

But it can't be ruled out that it is because Wen Qing eats less coarse grains that he feels special.

Thinking about it this way, their situation is quite similar to a fairy tale.The prince who lived in the palace for a long time ate all the delicacies, and suddenly tasted the simple food from a small village on the way of fast travel, and fell in love with the heroine who cooks.So romantic, a little unreal.

"Brother Qing, do you want to eat that noodle? Now or tomorrow? I'll bring it to you."

Ai Changle didn't directly say that he made it himself, because according to his understanding of Wen Qing, he might not want to eat it when he heard that he would trouble others to cook for him.

"tomorrow."

"breakfast?"

"Ah."

"Okay." Ai Changle nodded, "What time does Brother Qing usually have breakfast? I'll bring it up for you."

The corridor lights are dim, and there is no reflection on the dark carpet. For a moment, the light is as low-key as a cicada in winter, and only people can barely be seen.

The hour hand slowly turned a little bit, and Ai Changle lay on the bed like a person in a coffin, staring at the dark ceiling with both eyes motionless, full of thoughts.

As long as you close your eyes, you will think of Wen Qing's expression when he opened the door. The person who was as dazzling as the sun actually showed an expression that was humbler than dust.

To be honest, although he has been a fan of Wen Qing for many years, it is probably because he has never had close contact with a real person, and he has never seen the slightest negative shadow on Wen Qing.

Perhaps this is the fate of idols. All the sadness, anger, and truth must be digested silently by themselves, and then they will always be sunny, righteous, and strong in front of the audience.Even if you encounter difficulties, if you can't make it through, you will be glass-hearted, and if you make it through, it will be a matter of course.

Because they live in the world, and they also live in the dreams of countless people, and the people in the dreams cannot have flaws.

"Cha...cha...cha..."

Slow footsteps came from upstairs again—Wen Qing hadn't slept yet.

He remembered a previous interview where the reporter asked Wen Qing if there was any better way to deal with insomnia. At that time, he said, "If you can't sleep at night, you can wake up and watch a movie. Look at other people's lives, maybe you can figure out something, and then fell asleep."

So, is Wen Qing planning to watch a movie?

Cha...cha...

The sound of footsteps came to the wall, maybe it was the TV set, or maybe it was the place where he was going to project - Wen Qing said that he likes to take the projector to the hotel, it is very convenient to watch movies.

At that moment, Ai Changle hated that he was just a little-known stand-in, who couldn't live next to Wen Qing and listen to what movie he was showing.He also regretted that after knowing Wen Qing for so many days, he didn't have the courage to ask for his WeChat so that they could chat and spend the long dark night.

After that, there were no more footsteps. Perhaps Wen Qing had been half-lying on the bed watching a movie, or perhaps, she had already fallen asleep.

"I really want to help you share..."

Ai Changle hugged the pillow, and rubbed it on the suede fabric in a sense of loss.

The next day, the weather was the same as before, with clear skies.

Ai Changle delivered the noodles on time at seven o'clock as agreed, and after receiving a thank you from Wen Qing, he pretended nothing happened and went downstairs.

He finished the remaining chicken noodle soup in the pot, and went down to look for mangosteen with the dog food.Seeing the little things busy eating their favorite food, just like when I was eating peaches, I was very happy.

"Hey, mangosteen, do you know why I like to eat peaches?"

Memories from many years ago emerged in my heart, and my brows and eyes softened, as if I saw the scenery of flowers blooming in spring.

"It's because of Brother Qing."

The gardener has just weeded, and the garden is surrounded by a refreshing grass fragrance.Ai Changle took a sniff, and told Mangzhu about the secret that only he and Xue Zhen knew.