Raising you this small stuff

"It's your turn, Dudu." Mo Yi Cheng reminded.

Wantso snapped back to his senses, blurting out, "Yes."

Mo Yi Cheng: "......"

"No ...... I was ...... I was saying I'm sorry, well, not that sorry, just sorry, I ......" Wantso completely spared himself confused, blushing.

Mo Yi Cheng unkindly laughed out loud, reached out and nodded at Wantso's forehead, "Now you're here." This action Mo Yi Cheng used to do, but across the screen, but now is able to clearly feel the temperature of the fingertips, wish sow could not help but shrink the neck.

Looking at the large paragraph of the lines, wish sow swallowed a mouthful of saliva, face hot, and do not know because of the mistake just now, or to Mo Yi Cheng "confession".

"The first ...... time I saw you."

Mo Yi Cheng interrupted him, "Look me in the eyes and imagine me as your favorite person in the world."

Wish Suo raised his eyes, four eyes facing each other.

In fact, there is no need to imagine, Mo Yi Cheng is the most favorite person in this world!

The first time I saw you, I saw you in the eyes of Mo Yi Cheng, and I seemed to understand the sentiment in this line, and I no longer felt that it was so empty and impossible to pinpoint.

"The first time I saw you was at the beginning of the school year, military training, my brothers and I passed by the playground, saw the sun will be the shadow under your eyelashes ......," wish Suo voice is not as deep as Mo Yi Cheng, with a teenager's unique youthful, sincere gaze.

Mo Yi Cheng listened to him stumble over his words, but also felt that such a self-heated and youthful appearance, perhaps more impressed a person ......

"So, can I ...... hold your hand? Always go on." May Suo finally finished the last line.

Mo Yi Cheng was equally silent for two seconds, then coughed lightly and said, "You acted very well."

"Thanks ...... thanks."

"Do you want to practice a few more times?"

"...... Good."

The next two people back and forth "confessions", to the end of the wish sow has a good grasp of the character, the whole process of the lines, the two seem to have discussed the same, the last sentence "I'm sorry" never said out.

After the lines.

May Soso tired to go to bed, Mo Yi Cheng help him tucked in, look at the time the whole ten o'clock.

Take out another cell phone, sent a message to Chen Jiao, asked whether there is rest.

Chen Zheng immediately replied not yet.

Mo Yi Cheng sent a voice over and asked him if he could send over the sample of the ringtone song.

Chen put down his guitar, pushed his glasses, the original fitted T-shirt was changed into a wide pajamas, the two long legs sitting on the stool were thin and white.

Three minutes later, Chen Zheng sent over the song samples, marked the name "Star River

Mo Yi Cheng was afraid of noisy wish so put on the headphones, click on the "Star River", soothing rhythm, clean sound, so that people in this busy life to get a short period of peace.

Chen Jiao nervously waited for Mo Yi Cheng's reply. The phone ringing today is really just an accident, if he really wanted to play some small tricks or to hug Mo Yi Cheng's thighs, he would not have stayed peacefully by Mo Yi Cheng's side for so long. But if Mo Yi Cheng really likes his music, even just a casual share, a word in the circle, can change his fate.

The waiting time was especially long.

Chen Jiao gave himself a cup of hot water and returned to the bedroom, he had gotten used to relying on plain water to comfort his stomach that was screaming because of hunger in such a silent and cold night.

Chen Jie is 30 years old this year, when he entered the entertainment industry with a dream, the road to music came to an abrupt end after a serious illness.

Sometimes he doesn't understand what he is staying here for, or the last trace of attachment to his dream, or the expectation of the unattainable love, but both of them are like stars hanging high in the sky for him, tilting his head to look at the neck sore, but also can not touch.

Even, he did not know why he had such strong love for a person who had barely crossed paths with him, as if that person had already made a home in his life, rooted for tens of thousands of years, the promise had already blossomed, and he had to admit that the flower was only his own illusion and delusion.

A lot of things, he can't seem to find the answer, not knowing why he was so determined to music dream, not knowing why he fell in love with Mo Yi Yan at first sight, not knowing where the inspiration for this song "Star River" that he created with his own hands during his college days actually came from ......

Mo Yi Cheng forwarded Chen Jiao's music samples to Jiang Ge. The company is a very strong music producer and is still very well known inside the domestic music scene.

Jiang Ge quickly replied to Mo Yi Cheng.

"The singing is average, the song is good."

Jiang Ge's evaluation as "good" means that the song is at least at the level of excellent.

Jiang Ge sent another message: who did it?

Mo Yi Cheng replied: my assistant.

Jiang Ge: ......

Mo Yi Cheng: [smile]

Jiang Ge: That can really be buried.

Mo Yi Cheng: [smile]

Jiang Ge: Want to hold?

Mo Yi Cheng: He deserves a chance.

Then Mo Yi Cheng directly pushed Jiang Ge's WeChat tomorrow to Chen Jiao.

When Chen Zheng's WeChat rang, he hurriedly opened it, only to see a business card push.

The headshot on the business card was an abstract oil painting, and the name was a string of letters that he couldn't see big but, it shouldn't be English.

Chen corrected in confusion.

Mo Yi Cheng a WeChat followed in: Jiang Ge, add note your name.

Chen Zheng was stunned, Jiang Ge?

Chen Zheng's fingers are shaking, sent a thank you to Mo Yi Cheng, and then added Jiang Ge's WeChat. Jiang Ge quickly passed. Chen corrected in deliberating how to politely say hello, Jiang Ge sent over a music symbol, and openly said very much like his music.

The whole conversation, Jiang Ge this more introverted nature instead of becoming the initiative party, Chen correct has not dared to send voice, typing hands from the beginning to the end of the palms are sweaty.

In the night Mo Yi Cheng received Jiang Ge's WeChat: Chen Jie is your brother's people?

Mo Yi Cheng was stunned, do not know where Jiang Ge said this: Why say so?

Jiang Ge: I randomly went through his circle of friends no personal photos, on the Internet search for your assistant, see two recent photos.

The two photos were sent over. They were taken down by fans at the airport, all with Mo Yi Cheng's side, the recent photos.

Mo Yi Cheng once again froze, for a long time before he came back to his senses, and also understood why Jiang Ge asked this question.

At this time, Jiang Ge's reply was also sent over: Yi Yan brother around for a change, eyebrows are a little like this, probably ...... my illusion.

Mo Yi Cheng hand paused, half replied: Well, the illusion. He is just my assistant. How did you guys talk?

Jiang Ge: not bad, not a talented player, but very own unique style, if the route is well chosen, not without the possibility of fire.

Mo Yi Cheng: Good.

After finishing the conversation with Jiang Ge, Mo Yi Cheng became sleepy, got up and stood by the window for a while, his handsome eyebrows furrowed, as if there is something condensed in where can not be melted.

Suddenly, lightning like a sharp blade cut through the night, thunder exploded overhead, a heavy rain came with a flourish.

The charging light of the cell phone on the bedside table showed that it was full, Mo Yi Cheng walked over with long legs and separated the phone from the charger.

Boom!

There was another thunderstorm. The raindrops hit the floor-to-ceiling windows with a crackling sound.

Mo Yi Cheng knows that the weather in the game is associated with the real world where the player is, so he clicked on the game to see how Wantso was sleeping.

The game is a great way to get the most out of your life.

The night light was on in Winsor's bedroom.

The original should be sleeping in the center of the bed, wishing Suo curled up in a corner, quilt pillow are clutched in the arms, dim light can still be seen in his shivering. Mo Yi Cheng frowned, Dudu this is afraid of thunder?

The marshmallow is not afraid of thunder, and sleeps much more peacefully than Wantso.

The thunder sounded again, the rain fell more sharply outside the window, the wind whistled and broke the wrist-thick saplings. The dark clouds rolled in, and a thunderbolt struck down, with the momentum of breaking the earth. May Suo eyes red, although efforts to restrain, but when the thunder sounded, he still feel invisible like a giant beast, open teeth and claws devouring and coming, cold battleship will force him to the corner, he can not retreat, can only struggle in despair ......

"Dudu." Mo Yi Cheng unlocked his invisibility and gently called out Wishing Suo's name.

The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the market.

Mo Yi Cheng helped Wang Suo light up the bedroom light and looked at it with concern, he should have been awake for a while after being scared, his eyes and nose were red and his lips had little blood.

"Mo Yi Cheng." May Suo called out, with a frightened after helpless.

"Well, it's okay, don't be afraid." Mo Yi Cheng warm voice comfort.

The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are getting into.

It's after twelve o'clock, that is to say, Wantso has the time to enter and leave the game again, so Mo Yi Cheng called people out. The first thing you need to do is to find out that you are already in a cold sweat, and your pajamas are already moistened.

"I ...... me back to change it." Big or nightmare relationship, still speaking timidly.

"No need." Mo Yi Cheng said, and then took the robe from inside his own closet, and asked Wantso to change, Mo Yi Cheng's robe is wide, wearing in Wantso's body to make him look even thinner.

"Now, go to bed and sleep, don't be afraid, I'll be on the side." Mo Yi Cheng warm voice.

The bed underneath was warm, and the quilt carried the fragrance of sunlight. The bed underneath was warm and the blanket was fragrant with sunshine. Although the wind was still blowing outside, Wantso felt warmer than ever.

Mo Yi Cheng got up and boiled a cup of milk, tested the temperature, and asked Wantso to take two sips.

"Drink some and go to sleep." Mo Yi Cheng's voice was very low, but it overshadowed all the roar outside the window.

The first thing you need to do is to finish the milk and have a small ring around your mouth, Mo Yi Cheng smiled and wiped it with a tissue for him.

"Go to sleep."

Wish Suo lay back down, Mo Yi Cheng still sitting on the edge of the bed, blinking, Wish Suo's voice muffled, "Well ...... Mo Yi Cheng, do not sleep?"