I live next door and my surname is Jiang

Song Qiao adjusted the height of the backrest of the sofa for Jiang Mianchi, then held his head with both hands and laid it gently on the backrest of the sofa, and put one hand on his face to cover his eyes. Discomfort, he blinked a few times, the long eyelashes made his palm feel a wonderful itching, he curled his fingers, and they touched his soft skin.

"Relax, don't be nervous, just sleep as usual." Feeling the boy's body tense, he softly comforted Jiang Mianchi with a soothing magic power.

Reluctantly withdrawing his hand, he looked at his slightly trembling eyelashes, dimmed the lights in the room a bit, and then returned to the boy, "Are you ready?"

Jiang Mianchi nodded.

Song Qiao took out his pocket watch, glanced at the exact time, and wrote it down on a recording board.

"Relax, imagine that in front of you is the endless ocean, the sea is sparkling, the sea is calm, and you are enjoying this tranquility alone."

"Sink, sink, your body is falling, your body is slowly relaxing, your consciousness needs to rest."

"When I count from one to five, you wake up and relax like never before."

Song Qiao's voice was not too loud, deep and magnetic. When he read this passage, he said it very slowly. Some parts were repeated many times for psychological hints. Jiang Mianchi felt that he really saw it with his voice. The sea, and he kept falling, falling into a gentle sea.

Ten minutes later, he lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.

Song Qiao recorded the time, and then silently stared at Jiang Mianchi who was asleep. After a long time, his fingers trembled slightly, as if he had just woken up from a big dream, and his gentle eyes faded, gradually becoming fanatic.

He said to himself, "This is the second time I have failed hypnosis."

"But it's worth it." He gently hugged the frail young man horizontally, as if he was holding a porcelain doll. He moved his hands carefully, and his fingers could feel the warmth of this man through the clothes.

He smiled, not in his usual gentle manner, but like a child who got what he wanted. If others saw it at this time, they would definitely feel shuddering.

Jiang Mianchi's only feeling about this hypnosis was that he had a dreamless sleep and fell into an unconscious state, but he could clearly hear Song Qiao counting by his ear, counting from 1 to 5.

When 5's voice fell, he really felt that all his senses had returned to his limbs, but he didn't open his eyes immediately, but enjoyed this rare comfort of completely relaxing his spirit. Beside him, he really wanted to stretch out and hug the quilt for another sleep.

"..."

Quilt?

He opened his eyes suddenly, facing a huge poster of himself on the ceiling.

Sitting up and looking around, he even suspected that he had strayed into some fanatic's room while he was asleep.

The four-piece bed set he is currently using is custom-made, with his high-definition photo prints on it, two fruit body pillows on the left and right sides, and his posters on the surrounding walls, even the ceiling.

There are various figurines and acrylic stop signs on the desk not far away. He remembered that he saw it on Weibo before. It was a cartoon image designed for him by fans. Although it is not real and beautiful, it is also painted. Meaning, people can recognize it at a glance.

The most frightening thing was that he actually saw a pain bag hanging on the closet, with a lot of bangs and acrylics hanging on it, because there are very few domestic stars out of the surrounding area, so most of them are fans.

So many Jiang Mianchi's beauties doubled the critical strike effect, and it looked pleasing to the eye at first glance, but he couldn't connect these things with the smiling doctor next to him.

Song Qiao had been watching his expression carefully since he woke up. Fortunately, Jiang Mianchi was only surprised, and did not show any resentment or fear.

He considered it and said, "I hope this didn't scare you."

Jiang Mianchi glanced at Song Qiao suspiciously, and wondered for a moment whether the doctor was really sullen or had other intentions, "It's nothing to be afraid of, but you never seemed to tell me that you were my fan before, so... ...Um..." He hesitated, "So..."

Song Qiao shrugged and smiled, "Actually, I seldom watch variety shows, but once I saw you when I switched channels... I learned a lot about you after that."

Jiang Mianchi didn't care, but just poked the body pillow beside her in distaste, "This design is too erotic, isn't it, isn't it poisoning young people?"

Song Qiao was silent for a while, and didn't tell him how popular this pillow was.

He sat on the edge of the bed and roughly pushed away the usually precious pillow, and then smiled flatteringly at Jiang Mianchi, "It's okay, the real person is already here anyway, these things are worthless."

"..." Jiang Mianchi frowned, "What do you mean?"

Song Qiao looked a little shy, with blood dripping from his earlobes, and stammered, "I... can I raise you?"

???

Jiang Mianchi refused, "Impossible."

"Why?" Song Qiao frowned slowly, with a naive look on his face, "I can give you everything, and I will take good care of you. Wouldn't it be good to live with me?"

Looking at his expression, Jiang Mianchi didn't seem to be lying at all, she was genuinely confused why he rejected him, couldn't help pressing her temples with a headache, and then asked patiently, "Do you want me to stay?"

Song Qiao nodded bluntly.

"What am I staying for?"

"What are you doing, just stay and live with me so that I can see you every day."

"that's it?"

"Yes." Song Qiao looked puzzled, as if he didn't know what else he could do if he stayed.

Very good, I don't have any extravagant thoughts, it's not considered unsaved, Jiang Mianchi thought silently.

Then explain to him clearly, "I can't stay and accept your inexplicable request, and it's useless to give money. I don't like this kind of life."

Hearing his answer, Song Qiao's face sank.

In his world, he is not only his idol, but also his spiritual pillar, his god, and now being rejected by his own god makes him feel indescribably angry and irritable.

He grabbed Jiang Mianchi's hand, only this real and palpable feeling could give him a sense of security, and he couldn't help but get closer to this boy, "You reject me? In my room?"

Only then did Jiang Mianchi feel the danger, and subconsciously wanted to shake off his hand and stay away from him. Unexpectedly, Song Qiao looked weak, but was actually very strong. He struggled a few times but couldn't break free. Breathing also became a little rough, "Let me go."

Song Qiao looked at his face obsessively, but couldn't hear what he was saying.

He just started watching his variety shows, got mixed into his fan base and bought all the related peripherals. He just stayed in the room and looked at his face every day when he was free. He found himself jealous of the people around him. Why? You can talk to him, get so close to him, and even hold his hand. The craziest time he went directly to Dachang and waited for ten years with a group of little girls before taking a look at him from a distance.

He was just as he imagined, so perfect, so gentle, and so ignorant, he never knew that there would be someone so crazy for him in this world.

The ghost knows that when he really said the first sentence to him, he used all the reason in his life to restrain himself.

He regretted it, and he realized that what he wanted to do was not just look at him.

Now, probably the closest he's been to him.

He still wants to get closer.

The author has something to say: Thank you little baby Lei, Bobobo