shining you

This extremely familiar voice...

Shen Chen was stunned, and buried his head deeper, not wanting Mu Fuyang to hear that he was crying, so he cleared his throat stubbornly: "I didn't cry."

"Oh?" The figure floated in slowly, closed the door again, and sat next to Shen Chen.

The sofa was too soft, and Shen Chen felt that the cushion next to him immediately dropped by half.

Caught off guard, a big hand reached behind his head and rubbed his head hard.

By...his hairstyle! ...

Still kneading!

Shen Chen raised his face and patted Mu Fuyang's wrist: "Why are you messing with my hair?"

The paper towel in his hand was snatched away, and Mu Fuyang had to hold it in front of his eyes, as black was already oozing from it.

"Give me back."

He jokingly said, "Is this called not crying?"

"..." Shen Chen turned his feverish face, "Turn off the light, don't look at me."

Russily, he heard Mu Fuyang stand up and walk to the door with very light steps. With a soft sound, the room with the tightly closed curtains suddenly became very dark.

In the dim light, Mu Fuyang sat down again, stopped talking, just sat with him.

Sitting like this, Shen Chen smelled the pleasant fragrance of the faint cosmetics on his body.

After a while, Shen Chen wiped his eyes quietly, moving carefully, not wanting Mu Fuyang to find out, trying to calm down his voice, and murmured: "I'm crying because I was thinking about something."

If it was normal, Mu Fuyang would definitely scold him, "Didn't you say you didn't cry?" But at this time, he didn't say anything, just asked: "What's the problem?"

"Think about the meaning of my existence as an idol."

"..."

Mu Fuyang took out a tissue again and handed it over: "I said you are really full, you are becoming a philosopher."

Shen Chen secretly looked at his profile, not wanting to show his envy.

The boss doesn't understand, once he is exposed, he attracts attention and is widely sought after, he is the most shining star in the sky, dazzling in the dark night, making the surrounding stars lose their brilliance, always so bright, so conspicuous, so He doesn't question his own existence.

He didn't know that some people, who tried their best not to fall, were fleeting, and tried hard to emit a faint light, but they would be overshadowed by another one that was more permanent and brighter.

Shen Chen lowered his head and smiled bleakly: "That doesn't mean you are full. Only those who are full can be philosophers."

He watched Mu Fuyang pinching the wet tissue in his hand, as if he didn't know what to say.

Slowly moving his gaze up from his fingers, he saw the arms, shoulders, Adam's apple, and chin. Mu Fuyang held his neck in a daze, and there was a red mark on his chin.

what……

He almost forgot, forgot that he really didn't deserve to be so hypocritical.

The boss has already made a hot search for fighting with fans, and now he has become the target of public criticism. He is talked about by netizens, moral models can't stand it, he has to be banned, and he is the one who needs comfort. Ask him to say some nice words to comfort him.

I couldn't help but leaned over and reached out to touch the red mark.

Mu Fuyang blinked, as if he was frightened by him: "Why?"

He stubbornly insisted on touching it, and even grabbed the delicate and small chin that was moving around: "I will touch it."

"..."

Such a soft jaw, because he was hit.

Mu Fuyang hid at first, but even though Shen Chen's hand was resolutely reaching out, he had no choice but to stay still, allowing his slender fingers to scratch back and forth.

If scratching yourself like a cat can save two tears, then scratch it, after all, I have never seen him cry so much.

But weird, not annoying.

In fact, he is quite amazing, and many of his actions are his own minefields, but he just doesn't let himself feel disgusted, and he still thinks it is acceptable, so he came here to comfort himself without authorization, talked back to himself, crying like a little girl, and put it aside. He had already kept his distance from others, but Shen Chen felt that...it was normal.

"Does it hurt?"

Hmm, what's the matter with your two words being repeated in waves?Is the flood about to burst again?

Mu Fuyang shrugged and lowered his head slightly: "It doesn't hurt."

It doesn't hurt, it's just weird, but seeing him so sad... I couldn't help stretching out my hand: "Although it's a little sore, but this time, do you want me to lend you your shoulder..."

The boy didn't speak: "..."

"What if you don't want it?"

"want."

He snuggled into his arms.

"..." Mu Fuyang raised his hand and dropped it, following his back.

Damn, this man is steaming all over, does he really not have a fever?The combination of breath and tears is as hot as a steam locomotive, no wonder your nose is so red, it won’t smoke after a while, right?

Trying to lower his head, he wanted to hand Shen Chen a piece of paper, but he held his shoulders and rubbed his face against his neck vigorously.

Well, it seems that he doesn't need the paper anymore, he rubbed all over his neck.

"I'm sorry, boss." He said quietly.

"fine."

"Am I much worse than Yu Chenxi?" With a muffled voice, it hit Mu Fuyang's chest one after another.

Mu Fuyang was stunned, but immediately told him: "No."

"Why not? Yu Chenxi, he sings better than me, dances better than me, and looks better than me. At this time, he won't be as useless as me, and he will definitely take the initiative to comfort you. And I..." He He began to twitch again, moving his head back and forth.

Mu Fuyang felt that the train commanded by his steam engine was uncontrollable.

It took Shen Chen a long time to hear his voice, and said lightly, "No, are you blind or deaf?"

"..."

"How could he be prettier than you, or sing better than you?" Mu Fuyang's hand hugged his back involuntarily, and Shen Chen leaned against him again, but his arm slipped to his waist .

Forget it, so be it.

He secretly felt the heat coming from the palm of his hand, and heard his own voice against the top of Shen Chen's head, "You sing better than him, and you look better than him. If I have to say, your dancing level is about the same as his, but he just Didn't I imitate you at first?"

There was just this magic in his voice, undulating, yet calming.

He stretched out his big hand, stroked Shen Chen's face, and gently wiped the corners of his eyes: "You are smarter than him, and your personality is more popular than him, cuter than him, lively than him, caring than him, more caring than him. ..."

As he was talking, he suddenly froze: ...

No.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Hey, is there...?

Do you think Shen Chen is smart, has an attractive personality, is cute, lively, and cares about others?

Maybe it's true to be smart, and even if it's cute, it should be about the same for being lively, but how can this kid be popular like Yu Chenxi's slippery accident?He has no lame eyes.

Yu Chenxi would not sit here and cry if she was wronged.

Of course, if Yu Chenxi was wronged, she would not sit here to comfort him not to cry.

"Better than him?" Shen Chen raised his head and asked.

Mu Fuyang stopped, but couldn't help but continued to be in a daze.

Of course he is not lame, but this is not against his will.

In his heart, he knew that Shen Chen was not as sweet-mouthed and flattering as Yu Chenxi was before, who never argued with him face to face, and who was good at showing weakness to him, but he just felt that...

He just thinks that Shen Chen is more pleasing to the eye than Yu Chenxi, and cuter than Yu Chenxi, although he can't say that he is pleasing to the eye or cute.

Even during the same period of any practice, teammates on the same team, and friends who can be counted on a few fingers, he feels...

Maybe not as pleasing to the eye as Shen Chen, not as cute as Shen Chen.

This is just crazy.

This……

……

Absolutely.

Grass, goosebumps all over in an instant.

My hair is about to explode.

His voice gradually became stiff unconsciously, and there was a trace of tenderness in the stiffness: "What... is it better? In short, you are better than him everywhere."

Shen Chen was stunned for a moment, but he didn't seem to be aware of his emotions, as if it was simply because of his words, his voice became docile: "You comfort me so much, it sounds a little fake."

"..."

"..."

Mu Fuyang felt that it was rare for him to be affectionate, so he fed the dog affectionately: "If you think it's fake? Don't listen to it if you think it's fake."

"Hey, what can I do? I haven't heard enough!"

"Isn't it fake?"

Shen Chen: "Let's talk, I still need this kind of comfort."

"Cut." Mu Fuyang's thin lips slanted.

After a while, he said in a deep voice, "It's not consolation, I'm serious."

"..."

"But you also have to have faith in yourself."

"..."

"Because being an idol doesn't need meaning, if there is, you give it to yourself. On stage, being seen by others, saying what you have to say, and seeing others smile from the heart, this is the whole meaning of being an idol. But as far as we are concerned, no one is qualified to be understood, understood, and affirmed by others.”

"..."

It seems... quite reasonable.

I can't tell, the boss is very reasonable sometimes.

The more the hand was rubbed, the more moist the corners of Shen Chen's eyes became. Mu Fuyang rubbed it for a while, feeling that every bit of skin he touched was as soft as a child's, and his movements became more and more careful, so gentle that it was unbelievable.

Shen Chen didn't speak, but rubbed his head on his shoulder, and buried his face in the crook of his neck.

Mu Fuyang felt that he was infected by him, otherwise why would he also feel hot and hot, and the frequency of agitation was not as fast as his own?Perhaps this is a sign that his patience has finally been exhausted, and he couldn't help nodding his fingers at the end of his eyes: "What's wrong with you, people don't want to see you, you cry, I want to see you, and you still cry."

Shen Chen grabbed his hand and continued to rub it: "I'm touched."

He quickly pulled out his finger: "You should be less moved. This ring is very cheap and cannot touch water. I will stretch out my hand when I go on stage. What should I do if it gets dark?"

Shen Chen smiled, and smiled through his tears, "The oxidation is not so fast", recalling what the boss said just now: "Do you like me? What do you like about me? Do you think I'm cute?"

"..."

Mu Fuyang closed his mouth, then opened it again: "If you talk less nonsense, I'll see you everywhere."

Shen Chen felt that there was really something wrong with him. He listened to his peers praise him for being cute, so why should he be so happy and get carried away?But she just couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth, bumping her head back and forth in his arms: "Nonsense is definitely indispensable, and it will never be less."

"..."

Mu Fuyang's heart was pounding, and he felt as if he was about to split open: "There are plenty of walls around, why, I'm not a solid wall."

Is he trying to hit himself into a heart attack?

He wanted to say just now that this train is out of control, and now he knows exactly what it feels like.

If I have to describe it, it's as if I want to smash my chest and drive into my heart.

Because of his arrival, a piece of pure land was whipped into miasma and dust.

***

After an hour.

They stood on the brightly lit stage, surrounded by male and female hosts, greeted and sang in unison, and started the questioning session before the game warm-up.

B City Satellite TV was very distracted, and temporarily adjusted a spot in the front row for Shen Chen's fans. They held up banners and held signs, support fans, light signs, and flowers. Yang Du was in a good mood, and took the initiative to complain about the rap lyrics of the new song.

He is the only one who has the guts to complain about the lyrics of "Going Alone" written by the music director Xu Fang himself, saying that Xu Fang is old after all and can't keep up with the trend. What to express, especially his few lyrics, which are basically embarrassing raps caught in a long section of affectionate singing by his teammates. He even performed live with Luo Chongning. Mu Fuyang jumped out to answer the lyrics, but suddenly the rap began in chorus, and the whole scene was a large-scale second disease attack.

Liang Xiao couldn't laugh or cry and complained with a laugh: "Damn, I listened to the lyrics well, but now that the boss messes it up, I can't sing anymore! I'm afraid I'll laugh!"

The picture of Shen Chen and Liang Xiao is very beautiful. The two children sang a very brisk love song casually:

"Love is like blowing bubbles on a sunny day and falling like rain

Love is when you smile but don't speak

I fantasize through the noise and the world appreciates it

The reality is that I am in the audience, silently holding flowers for you"

Mu Fuyang and Luo Chongning sat on the side watching, Luo Chongning pushed Mu Fuyang's arm cheaply from behind, pointed at Shen Chen in a low voice and said, "You can also sing saliva songs so well, this boy is so damn sweet."

Mu Fuyang gave him an elbow.

He stuck it up without giving up, and continued to smile meanly and said: "Ah, I heard the sound of my heartbeat."

At the scene, petals and bubbles really floated down and landed on Shen Chen's hair and shoulders. Mu Fuyang looked at it and was startled. At this moment, his heart really thumped hard.

Depend on……

Impossible...

He turned his face to the side in displeasure, averted his gaze, and concealed his rapid heartbeat: "Beep again, I'll let you hear the sound of a heart attack."

The author has something to say: Thank you Zili for giving me two mines~

Thank you for giving me a thunder ~

I know I don't deserve an embarrassing song, but I still write it first