The whole world is begging for my debut

Shang Siyan has seen many people cry, crying for birth, old age, sickness and death, crying for joys and sorrows, and crying for various reasons.

In his opinion, crying is the most normal way to express emotions, but he never thought that a person like Wen Shi would cry, and he would cry in front of others.

In his face.

In Shang Siyan's impression, Wen Shi was an emotionally restrained person, no matter whether it was sadness or joy, it would not be too obvious on him.He is polite and rusty to everyone, and every emotional leak is restrained and reserved, surrounded by iron walls of reason.

But that time not long ago, Shang Siyan saw his smile, it wasn't just a slight lift of his lips, but a genuine joy, just because he allowed him to spend more time on that cat.

He likes that cat very much.

This was Shang Siyan's judgment at the time. At that moment, he was even a little dazed, wondering if he was too unreasonable. If Wen Shi really liked him, let him raise him.

As long as he can smile so happily.

But in the end, the string of rationality was still tightened, and Shang Siyan pressed all his thoughts back to the bottom of his heart.

However, he was so impressed by the scene in front of him that in the next few days, Wen Shi's smile would always appear in his mind for no reason.Even if you deliberately ignore it, it will always come out again at a certain inadvertent moment.

That smile may be magical.

Shang Siyan felt a little helpless, that's why he couldn't get rid of it, and that's why he came here.

This visit was completely out of his plan. After all, he was not free enough to watch a trainee training, but when he came to his senses, the car had already stopped at the gate of Nanhu's villa.

That being the case, simply take a look.

When he saw Wen, as he thought, the other party trained very hard, and he was very satisfied.

He originally planned to tell Wen Shi a few words before leaving, but he casually asked about the situation of the cat, but he didn't expect to get such bad news.

What's more, he didn't expect that he would see Wen Shi's tears.

The moment he saw Wen Shi's tears, he felt flustered and at a loss.

At first, the tears just gathered in the eye sockets, stubbornly refusing to fall, but the tears gathered more and more, so much that they could no longer bear it, and finally they could only slide down the corners of the eyes.

Fluttering, falling like beads with a broken string, Wen Shi's expression also froze on an unformed smile.

Shang Siyan felt his heart stabbed by something.

When Wen Shi felt the warm liquid slide over his cheeks, he was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, and raised his hand to touch his face in a daze.

The tentacles are warm.

He put his hands in front of his eyes, looked at the transparent water stains on it, blinked his eyes, and looked at a daze that didn't know what happened.

When he finally understood what was going on, he turned sideways, turned his face to a direction that Shang Siyan couldn't see, raised his hand and wiped his tears with his sleeve.

After a while, Wen Shi turned back, lowered his head and said softly, "Sorry, I lost my composure."

The voice is muffled, with a heavy nasal sound.

He laughed self-deprecatingly in his heart, and showed his embarrassing side in front of this person again, and let him see himself crying, how out of control he was.

Shang Siyan frowned slightly upon hearing his words.

"It's ok."

Wen Shi sniffed, trying to make his voice sound normal: "I just said such hypocritical things to you, please don't take it to heart, what kind of cat star, it's just a made-up consolation..."

As he spoke, his voice gradually weakened, as if he was whispering to himself.

"To be dead is to be dead, and no matter how exquisite the rhetoric is to decorate it, it won't help. It's just the living who comfort themselves..."

He clenched his hands tightly until his knuckles turned white.

"You can't deceive yourself, you have to..." He choked up a bit, "You have to face the reality..."

After saying this sentence, he began to pant heavily, and only by sucking in enough air could he no longer have the urge to continue crying.

Suddenly, a pair of hands fell gently on his shoulders.

"Warm time."

The voice close at hand is a gentleness that has never been heard before.

Wen Shi raised his head, through the blurred eyes of tears, he couldn't see the expression of the man in front of him clearly, but he could feel that the eyes on his body were full of worry.

"Cry if you want to."

Those two simple sentences, a total of seven characters, seemed to contain thousands of words, and comforted him.

"Ugh-"

A small whimper escaped his throat.

This sound was like a switch. Immediately afterwards, all the sad emotions locked in his heart were released, occupying all his senses. His brain was no longer driven by reason, and he could only act on instinct.

So, he threw himself into Shang Siyan's arms, buried his face in his chest, and sobbed softly.

Shang Siyan's body stiffened suddenly.

There is a steady stream of heat coming from the position where the chest is pressed close to, it is the temperature of the other party's body, and it is also the temperature of tears.

"it's all my fault……"

Wen Shi's few broken words reached his ears.

"It would be great if I could see it earlier, earlier, so that I could find its injury earlier, send it to the hospital earlier, and it wouldn't have to die..."

The choked words were intermittent, and it took a lot of effort to hear clearly. Shang Siyan listened quietly, and he could clearly hear every word he said.

"Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault." Shang Siyan comforted him in a gentle voice.

"No!"

Wen Shi shook his head in his arms, his voice trembling, "It's my fault...it's been waiting for me..."

Even the body in his arms trembled slightly.

"The doctor said that Xiaohua's injury was actually very serious, and it couldn't last for so many days, but it kept trying until...until I appeared..." He sobbed, "It got better before, It's just a flashback... After seeing me, it just, just..."

Having said that, Wen Shi could no longer speak, and instead wept softly.

Feeling the grief of the man in his arms, Shang Siyan couldn't bear it, hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and patted him on the back lightly.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Hua... I'm sorry..."

The crying sounded continuously in the room, as if it would never stop.

However, this was just an illusion after all. After an unknown period of time, the crying sound weakened, and then gradually stopped, turning into silent tears.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Shi finally stopped crying and calmed down.

The long crying finally let the pent-up sadness vent, the rational strings were tightened again, the brain returned to normal operation, and began to judge the current situation.

Finally realizing what kind of posture he was nestling in someone's embrace, Wen Shi's body froze.

The heart suddenly beat violently in the chest cavity, as if out of control, the blood flow speeded up, and the body temperature began to rise.

Why is this happening?

Why do you cry unscrupulously?

Why did you throw yourself into Shang Siyan's arms?

Is it because of his words?Or is it just feeling the tenderness in those words, resulting in a sense of dependence?

Wen Shi raised his head slowly, and Shang Siyan also lowered his head when he felt his movement.

The synchronized movements made their faces very close at once, so close that their breaths were intertwined and they couldn't tell each other apart.

So close... As long as he blinks, his fluttering eyelashes will sweep across Shang Siyan's face.

The sudden close distance made both of them startled, so they just looked at each other, seeing every inch of each other's skin texture clearly.

Shang Siyan saw that the pair of eyes close at hand were red, with tiny teardrops on the eyelashes, trembling slightly with the trembling of the eyelids.

Looking down, the other party's eyes are not only red, but also his nose is red, his lips are also red, and his white teeth are biting hard on them, adding a touch of gorgeous color to it.

He raised his head slightly, putting distance between the two of them.

Taking advantage of the situation, Wen Shi turned his head away, his body moved, and found the hand still imprisoned around his waist, and whispered: "Please let me go."

Shang Siyan let go of his hand and took a step back. This time, the distance between the two was completely widened.

But the lingering atmosphere in the air was still full of ambiguous embarrassment.

Shang Siyan raised his fist and coughed lightly on his lips, then asked, "Is it better?"

Wen Shi looked away and did not meet his gaze: "It's much better...thank you."

"You're welcome."

Wen Shi hesitated for a moment, then turned his gaze back, looked at the wet marks on Shang Siyan's chest, and apologized: "I'm sorry, I made your clothes dirty."

Shang Siyan lowered his head and took a look. The wet area was not small enough to see how fierce Wen Shi was crying just now.

Thinking of this, he felt that the dissipated heat had gathered again, and even had a tendency to become hotter.

When he looked back at Wen Wen again, Xu felt uneasy because of the dirty clothes. The young man's lips were slightly pursed, making him look even more rosy and plump.

"It's okay, don't worry about it." Shang Siyan looked away.

Although he said don't care, Wen Shi stared at the mark and said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

There is proof that he has cried without scruples in the other party's arms.

Shang Siyan said in a deep voice, "Wen Shi, don't think too much."

Wen fell silent.

Looking at his lowered eyes, Shang Siyan sighed softly, and said, "Wen Shi, you are very tired now, you need to rest, okay?"

Wen Shi shook his head again and again: "I'm not tired."

"You're tired." Shang Siyan's tone was undeniably firm.

"Go to sleep," he said.

Wen Shi shook his head: "I can't sleep."

"Then what do you want to do?"

"What are you doing..." Wen Shi looked at him, with a hint of bewilderment in his black and white eyes.

Wen Shi thought for a long time, and the blankness in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by clarity.

"I want...to write a song." He said, "I want to write a song for Xiao Hua, starting with the arrangement."

"Arranger?"

Shang Siyan frowned. When he looked at Wen, he pondered for a moment and nodded, "Yes. Come on, I'll be with you."

"Huh?" Hearing what he said, Wen Shi stared at him for a long time, as if he was digesting and understanding the meaning of the words, but in the end, he showed a puzzled look, and his eyes were full of confusion.

"You accompany me?"

Shang Siyan shook his head, and said in a firm tone, "I can't let you go alone. Your current state requires someone to supervise you."

Wen Shi lowered his eyes, as if thinking about his words, although it was futile.

Time passed minute by minute.

Finally, Wen Shi raised his eyes and nodded to Shang Siyan: "Okay."

The author has something to say: arranging music together can also cultivate feelings~

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