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Original sentence: There is a burst of jealousy in my heart, like chestnuts roasted on fire, the heat is so hot that it will burst the shell. —— "Fortress Besieged" countdown! ! !

This time, Zheng Yao didn't sleep soundly, which was not a bad thing, because leaning against Xiao Shuyuan's arms gave him an unprecedented sense of security, and those things that he didn't want to recall or face, happened one after another. It plays like a revolving lantern in a dream.

In fact, he was not fully awake. In a daze, he felt Xiao Shuyuan's cool fingertips carefully wipe the corners of his eyes.

"Have a nightmare?"

Before he could fully open his eyes, he heard Xiao Shuyuan's gentle voice in his ears.

The unique fragrance of white tea on Xiao Shuyuan's body allowed Zheng Yao to find a balance between dreaming and waking.

Zheng Yao's first reaction was to look at the sky outside the window, the moon was setting and the sky would be bright.

The desk lamp on the bedside table was turned on by Xiao Shuyuan. Zheng Yao stared blankly at Xiao Shuyuan for a few seconds before sniffing, forced a smile, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay."

Xiao Shuyuan didn't sleep much at first, and kept thinking that Zheng Yao's drip was about to be empty. Holding him in his arms made him sleep more comfortably, and on the other hand, he tried his best to keep himself awake.

He saw that Zheng Yao was restless in his sleep, his breathing was a little disordered, and he reached out to touch Zheng Yao's forehead to calm his emotions, only to see the crystal in the corner of Zheng Yao's eyes, Xiao Shuyuan wiped it lightly, and his fingertips were stained moist.

Xiao Shuyuan frowned, his pretty eyes were full of worry at the moment.

So Zheng Yao smiled heartlessly, "It's really shameless..."

The last sound was drowned in Xiao Shuyuan's kiss.

Xiao Shuyuan kissed Zheng Yao's lips like a dragonfly, feeling the touch of Zheng Yao's lips, and then quickly left that soft place, "I don't want to hear those two words again."

Zheng Yao was speechless for a while.

Unexpectedly, the eye sockets began to heat up again, this time not because of the revolving doors in the dream, but because of the person in front of him.

Every time, he ruthlessly exposed all his disguises, but every time he accurately caught all his sadness.

Zheng Yao murmured, "Xiao Shuyuan..."

Xiao Shuyuan interrupted him, "I'm not someone else, so you don't have to bear it."

This time Xiao Shuyuan didn't wear glasses, the bookishness on his body dropped sharply, and the coldness in his eyes could be clearly seen.He still had a calm expression, the same as usual, but when those deep eyes looked at Zheng Yao, Zheng Yao felt that Xiao Shuyuan understood his whole being.

Xiao Shuyuan's eyes are the deep sea, and if he is not careful, he will be drawn into the turbulent undercurrent.

In fact, Zheng Yao enjoyed the years when he was an idol following the group activities. He liked the feeling of the spotlight shining on him, and the feeling of singing on stage with a microphone. A huge sense of emptiness, not to mention the fear of people criticizing their remarks on the Internet.

Because this is what he has to bear as an idol, and if he is known by more people, it means he has to face more criticism.

A passer-by posted a sentence without any pictures on the Internet, "I saw Zheng Yao on Nanjing Road today, he threw garbage everywhere, and he spit on the ground." Eliminate harm.

Even though Zheng Yao had never been to Nanjing Road at all.There were too many false rumors, and over time, he simply didn't go out, but if he didn't go out, there would still be a lot of such news on the Internet.

None of these are the worst for him. In a combination, there will inevitably be some people who are particularly out of the circle, and Zheng Yao is one of them.

It was only after experiencing his teammates' jealousy, framing, and scandals being exposed that Zheng Yao really realized what it means to be unpredictable. His thoughts are just naive fantasies.

He dare not go shopping in the mall, eat in a restaurant, or take a walk in the park, because someone will always recognize him and ask him, "Do you really have conflicts with your teammates because of the uneven distribution of lyrics?"

"Did you really steal the captain's resources?"

"Why do you often come late and deliberately delay the makeup and hair time?"

"Did you really beat up the agent?"

……

So he stayed at home, unable to move an inch in the room of less than thirty square meters.

When he was a smash hit and a smash hit, he would receive dozens of calls from hundreds of illegitimate students every day. He also tried to avoid such incidents from happening again by changing his mobile phone number, but only changed a few times. After that, Zheng Yao gave up, because it was useless, and it was a drop in the bucket.

Because even if he changed his mobile phone number, different strange numbers would still call in on his mobile phone every day, asking the same questions.

Of course, occasionally there are sensible fans who will tell him, "Come on, we believe in you."

Of course, this probability is one in a thousand.

He began to be afraid of opening social software to see what people on the Internet said about him, afraid of the malicious eyes of the outside world after going out, and afraid of the villain behind him pointing at him.

He began to live carefully.

He has learned to seldom express his feelings to others. Whether he likes it or hates it, he will hide it in his heart, because there are few people who sincerely look forward to his well-being. Satisfied.

His poor acting skills will always show his feet one day.

Zheng Yao took a few quick breaths, and the sob could no longer be restrained from leaking out of his nose.

This time, in front of Xiao Shuyuan, he was defeated.

Xiao Shuyuan is not a person who can express, his first reaction was to tighten his arms and hug him.

Even though there was no written communication between them, Xiao Shuyuan knew it.

Zheng Yao's head was buried in Xiao Shuyuan's arms, and he kept the same posture all the time.

But only Xiao Shuyuan felt the heat and humidity from the shirt.

He wanted to say, "There will be me in the future", or "I will be with you", but Xiao Shuyuan couldn't say it, because his chest was congested, oppressing his throat, and it was difficult to utter a single word.

Grief and indignation welled up in my heart, like chestnuts roasted on fire, the heat was so hot that they were about to burst their shells.