The boss wants me to fall asleep every night

After Shen and Qiu got used to the longer dark nights in Iceland compared to other places.

Yi Sheng began to prepare to take the children to see the aurora.

Although the aurora can be seen all over the island in Iceland, the effect varies from different viewing angles.

Especially in the process of waiting for the aurora, it is always cold, and his children are more chilly than ordinary people.

So if you can stay in a heated glass house to watch the aurora, it will be the best experience.

Iceland is not big, so taking public transportation is not as convenient as driving.

So they rented an off-road vehicle for a self-driving tour.

They didn't immediately set off towards the glass house where they were going to stay tonight, because the distance was a bit far away, Shen and Qiu would get a little motion sick after driving for a long time.

In order not to sit in the car all the way, the car stopped at a passing fishing port town on the way.

They got out of the car and went for a walk together.

It was still bright, and the barren sunshine in Iceland's winter still survived, illuminating every corner of the town spare no effort.

It also illuminates the snow-capped mountains in the distance, flying birds, and boats parked in the port.

The Nordic bright and simple architectural style is added in, just like the scenery you only see on postcards.

Standing on the slope and looking into the distance, Shen Heqiu couldn't help sighing a little: "It's so beautiful."

Pretty is pretty.

But the cold is also real.

Shen Heqiu hadn't been to the beach very often, and they would pass by once or twice in summer.

The sea breeze blowing in front of the port in winter is icy cold.

He was excited for a while when he got out of the car, and after a while, he turned his back and buried his face in Yi Sheng's arms.

"... so cold."

Yi Sheng was so cute, he hugged someone, and helped the child tidy up the scarf that was blown loose by the wind.

Then he kissed on the top of the human hair: "Let's go a little further in, don't be caught cold by the wind."

The population of the fishing port town is the consistent style of Iceland, very small.

They walked along the street and went down a short distance, and they saw an open field at the end, some people gathered around there, and in the middle was a Christmas tree that was bigger than the one they had seen on the street before.

Such a gathering of a hundred people is already relatively large for this small town with only a few hundred people.

It can last a lively sentence.

Yi Sheng went to ask and found out: "It's a Christmas lighting ceremony."

Christmas is coming, after all.

They were just in time for the lights to come on.

Then in the crowd, counting down the numbers with everyone.

In the past few days, Shen and Qiu asked Yi Sheng to teach him a lot of simple Icelandic expressions.

It's just that I still stumble a bit.

Holding Yi Sheng's hand, he looked up at the Christmas tree among the not-too-crowded crowd, and then at the warm lights on the Christmas tree, which were suddenly lit up at the end of the countdown.

It seems to be full of beautiful stars.

Everyone around cheered, and Shen and Qiu were also affected by the atmosphere. They couldn't help but rolled their eyes and applauded together.

Yi Cheng turned his face to the side, saw his happy face, and couldn't help softening his stern eyebrows.

He stretched out his hand towards Shen and Qiu.

Shen Heqiu only felt that their heads were lightly touched, and something was pressing on them.

He raised his hand to touch it, and then looked around.

Is it a Santa hat?

This furry Christmas hat was just put on Shen Heqiu's head by Yi Sheng.

Shen Heqiu's complexion is fair, and wearing a red Christmas hat is even more beautiful. The half of the face outside the scarf is even more complex than the snow. With those delicate eyebrows and eyes, it is an unmistakable beauty.

People around couldn't help but take a few more glances, and one or two young people wanted to strike up a conversation.

But although Shen Heqiu had learned some Icelandic everyday language, they still couldn't understand more complicated words.

He was still ignorant when being approached by someone, tilting his head slightly, his amber eyes were innocent and dazed.

When Yi Sheng sent people away, he still hadn't reacted.

"Our tweets are so popular."

Yi Cheng bent down and whispered in Shen Heqiu's ear.

Shen Heqiu's ears were itchy from his breath, and they trembled sensitively, their ears turned a little red.

He rubbed the tips of his itchy ears and said in a daze, "Welcome?"

What is popular?

And I don't know if it's his illusion, Mr. Yi's words are a little sour.

Yi Sheng sighed, and just retaliated by pulling the little pom pom hanging from the back of Shen Heqiu's Santa hat, and then put the hat on for the child again.

What can I do? I can't just rely on myself to keep people in check.

As he thought about it, he lowered his head and kissed the tip of Shen Heqiu's ear that he had rubbed just now.

Itching Shen Heqiu couldn't help laughing out loud.

After the lighting ceremony, the crowd did not disperse, but a party was held near the stage set up next to the Christmas tree.

From time to time, there are people going up to the free stage to perform programs for everyone, including drama, dancing and singing, and most exaggeratedly, opera singing.

Because it is a free stage, there are no restrictions on performances, and it is not uncommon to rush up and shout a few songs on a whim.

Even if the singing is incomplete and out of tune, it will only attract good-hearted laughter from the audience.

Shen Heqiu was under the stage, looking up at the stage, feeling a little moved.

During this period of time, because of the treatment, his spirit was always not very good, and before the dose of the medicine was reduced, his whole thoughts were disordered and confused.

Therefore, the preparation process for the title song of the album has also slowed down, and his singing time has also been reduced a lot, and most of it is devoted to sleep.

Let alone stand on the stage and sing for others.

"If you want to go on stage, go."

The sky was getting darker, and the street lights on the street were some distance away, and the lights of the stage and Christmas tree were the only light sources nearby.

Shen Heqiu turned his head, and saw the man's tough silhouette half hidden in the shadow, and his gentle eyes looking over him.

Yi Cheng turned his face sideways, and smiled at the kid with bright eyes: "Does Jiujiu want to go up and sing?"

Children are not good at covering up their petty thoughts, and they often write them on their faces so that people can understand them at a glance.

Shen and Qiu leaned closer to Yi Cheng, and asked in a low voice, "Is it okay..."

He was actually a little nervous, and he couldn't help pursing his lips when he spoke, adding a bit of bright color to the lighter lip color.

"I, I'm a little nervous." I was so nervous that I stammered.

Yi Cheng raised his hand, put it on the back of Shen Heqiu's head, and pulled him into his arms.

"It's normal to be nervous."

He knew that the child was still a little confused about the nervousness due to the previous communication barrier, and he didn't know whether the nervousness was right or wrong, and he was always at a loss when he met him, so he comforted him in a gentle voice.

"Jiujiu think about it, do you want to sing more than nervous?"

Shen Heqiu thought about it seriously.

Although he was very nervous, his palms that were a bit cold were slightly sweaty.

But he's not afraid to go on stage and sing, and he really wants to.

Shen Heqiu nodded vigorously.

Yi Sheng lifted the corner of his lips slightly, and kissed his brave little Nightingale again.

Shen Heqiu touched the warm forehead that was kissed, smiled a little, and the two little pear dimples briefly dazzled people's eyes.

Soon there was a queue next to the stage, waiting to go up and sing.

The person in front of him had already stepped onto the stage. He was a very young boy whose singing wasn't particularly good, but at least he wasn't out of tune.

What Xiaonian chose was a love song in English. Shen and Qiu had heard it before and recognized it immediately.

However, most of the lyrics in English love songs are frivolous and explicit, especially after the other party sings the song, it seems to be a confession to a girl in the audience.

The girl came onto the stage amidst the whistles and uproar of the crowd.

The two young men hugged each other and kissed sweetly.

Shen and Qiu were right next to the stage, the closest. Seeing the two kissing at a close distance, their faces froze for a moment, and soon blushed.

When it was his turn to take the stage, he was already a little dizzy, and his shyness washed away his nervousness a lot.

Just a little distracted, and almost tripped over the microphone cable.

The affectionate couple just now had already walked to the back of the crowd.

Shen Heqiu looked forward, and met Yi Sheng's gentle eyes with deep radiance.

It was as bright as if the light of the colored lights had fallen into it.

In an instant, only Yi Sheng was left in Shen Heqiu's eyes.

His Mr. Yi.

Shen Heqiu took a deep breath.

He doesn't speak Icelandic, so he didn't come up and talk to the audience for a while like others.

As soon as he opened his mouth, there was a clear and soft singing voice.

He sang in Chinese.

But—it’s also a love song.

From the past, Shen Heqiu sang love songs not many times.

For a singing voice to be moving, first of all, the singer must integrate his own emotions into it.

But Shen Heqiu obviously didn't understand love before.

In his past memories, his parents' marriage failure, coupled with his own social barriers, all blocked his understanding of this emotion.

Until now.

The singing little nightingale understood, and naturally she would sing too.

Yi Sheng raised his head and looked at Little Nightingale who was singing for him in the crowd.

Only he can understand this song.

In the dark crowd, he was the only one who could understand.

This is his little nightingale, singing just for him.

Shen Heqiu has a good voice and first-class singing skills, and the singing is full of unspeakable and abundant emotions.

Even if the conditions of the microphone on the stage are not good, such a singing voice can undoubtedly cross national boundaries and impress everyone present.

So when they stepped off the stage, Shen Heqiu stepped off amidst the cheers and applause of the audience.

When he got off the stage, he excitedly ran towards Yi Sheng's direction.

The man had already stepped out of the crowd, waiting for his little friend to throw himself into his arms.

Shen Heqiu trotted into Yi Sheng's arms.

Winter in Iceland is colder without the sun.

But Shen Heqiu's cheeks were obviously flushed, like a tender peach, which looked extremely delicious.

Yi Cheng hugged him, pinched his powdery face: "Don't run so fast. The ground is slippery, are you not afraid of falling?"

Shen Heqiu's smile was as sweet as toffee: "But I want to hug you soon..."

When he spoke later, he was a little embarrassed, his voice was much lower, soft, but he poked straight at the apex of people's hearts.

It makes people want to move.

Yi Sheng was so sweet that his heart burned.

First, he sang a love song to him on stage, and then said this in his arms after stepping off the stage.

If it weren't for the crowds here, he would have wanted the children to know what would happen if they continued to tease her like this.

But Yi Sheng restrained himself.

But the child hooked the blue scarf of the same style and different colors around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him with a blushing face.

A gust of wind blows over.

Their scarves twisted and twisted in the wind, then unraveled.

Yi Sheng thought, after watching the aurora in the glass house tonight, he might not need to sleep.

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