There is a Wall Behind the Shadow

Unable to rewind the embarrassment, the unspeakable grievance, the throbbing with nowhere to put, from my heart, rushing to the eyes, smudged on the man's clothes, as if to pass everything silently.

Speechless, but not at all silent.

He clenched his fist, tightened his lips, and was tapped on his back. There was still a small choking that could not be completely suppressed.

With slight movements, the rubbing of hands and clothing, body and quilt can be heard even when they are not asleep and their voices are not shielded.

It is late at night, and at this time, viewers who can still watch the mosaics and brush the barrage in the live broadcast window of Starnet will not ignore these faint movements.

"Is someone crying?"

"I also heard... Isn't it a sound of two sobbing, very small."

"???who is it!"

"Does that still need to be said... My sister Song looks like a crying person?"

"Maybe Song Shiyue was pretending to be strong when he went to throw the bats just now, and now he returned to the tent after throwing the bats, and cried-from a small ice bucket desperately resisting."

"Hahaha, the previous one might as well say that Song Shiyue is the reflection arc length."

"Also, it's Song Shiyue, who is crying with a long reflection arc-from a small ice bucket who refuses to admit defeat."

"Once it's done, the little kettles, just admit it, your little ice cubes turned water..."

"Maybe I was still scared. I felt that a few of them had hit the tent wall on Nianbing's side."

"Distressed Little Ice Cube... this show is really terrible! So why come to such a tormenting show!"

"Speaking of the tent wall, is there anyone who hasn't fallen asleep to calculate the relationship between the coverage area of ​​the mosaic and the bottom of the tent? I always think that the small gap at the bottom of the tent is tricky! But I am anxious to death! "

"Friends...may I say something weakly? In fact, this whispered sob sound should be matched with the lighter cloth rubbing sound... Can't you think of the possibility that someone is crying?— —From a small moon cake carefully prepared to install the water meter outside the door"

"???"

"!!!"

"Wait! The CP I've been knocking for a few days just drove into the car so soon?"

"I told you the little moon cake in front that you will be knocked on the door even if you don't have any water or electricity meters at home!"

"What to do...I was told by the cautious (not actually) little mooncake in front of me... I couldn't stop..."

"Really irritating... the brain fills up a bit. No, I'm going to drink some cold water."

"As a senior ice bucket, I just heard Xiaobing crying. My heart hurts, but now... it hurts even more."

"Is it painful and hot, sweet and sour? (I know )"

"Correct……"

...

Who can see whose happiness.

Who can properly put away whose unhappiness.

In this world, meeting is really too difficult.

And the right encounter is as lucky as winning the lottery.

As a power-type ability person, Song Shiyue's control of power is already extremely delicate.But at this moment, the hand that lies behind Nianbing's pat was lightened again and again, until it was so light that I didn't know where to fall.

Is it fear of that group of things?Are you embarrassed about the one you just met?Or something else?

Song Shiyue racked her brains, her head was a little bit painful, she still didn't know where Yu Nianbing's tears were, and at this time, the clothes on her chest were already wet.

Piansheng is now live broadcast 24 hours a day, and the radio is still closed.Song Shiyue was not sure if Yu Nianbing would like to let the audience know that she was crying, probably... not willing.

There are some things that cannot be asked or said.

The comfort that can be written down, I don’t know if Yu Nianbing has felt it well...

Song Shiyue's heart was full of sleepiness, and she was afraid that she would never think of it. The comfort she worked hard to write on the back of Nianbing was exactly the last blow to Yu Nianbing's tears.

I do not know how long it has been.

It seems... this dark night has stretched for many days and nights.

The breathing of the person in her arms gradually calmed down, and Song Shiyue's body, from the shoulders to the chest, had been wet from the heat to the warmth, and began to become a little cold.

Yu Nianbing was so crying, crying and falling asleep.Asleep, his hands were still holding the hem of Song Shiyue's shirt, and his face was tightly attached to Song Shiyue's collarbone.

This clothes is wet, it's really uncomfortable.Especially the person in his arms is still breathing while leaning against his clothes, which is really cold.

Song Shiyue thought about going to the fire outside to bake it, stuffing a few sticks of wood, and getting close to the bake, drying it in minutes.But as soon as he moved, the person in his arms twisted and seemed very uncomfortable.With another move, the hem of the clothes was pulled a little, and Song Shiyue was almost hanged by the neck.

If you fall asleep, you will be very clingy...

Song Shiyue smiled and shook her head thinking about her clothes that had been crushed the night before.

You can't go, but you can't keep doing this, let the guy's face in his arms stick to the wet cloth.

Song Shiyue looked at the person with red eyes in her arms and frowning brows, her heart was hardened, one hand was wrapped around the person, the other hand stood up, and she turned around like that.

Such forced turning over is uncomfortable.

Yu Nianbing frowned and groaned, seeing the appearance of waking up, but Song Shiyue, who had successfully turned from lying against the tent door to lying against the inside, like a skilled worker, quickly moved into her arms. .

Hug, pat, Yu Nianbing flattened his mouth, and gradually loosened his brows, but did not wake up.

No one was blowing on wet clothes, and Song Shiyue was better off.

just……

Song Shiyue's gaze, from the red eyebrows of the man in her arms, all crying, looked down all the way...

Soon, Song Shiyue shook slightly, quickly averted her gaze, looked at the tent wall next to her, and carried the person in her arms even more eagerly.

Yu Nianbing, who was lying on his side with a little bit on his back, rolled into Song Shiyue's arms again, but turned into a side lying on his side.

Off-white...really thin...

It was Song Shiyue's effort to restrain herself from thinking about it. In the T-shirt with the torn neckline that was opened again just now because of turning over, the off-white coat still remained in her mind for a long time.

How can it be... so thin...

I always feel that I can look at the looming... color inside.

Can you see it?Or is it just a stupid brain supplement?

Song Shiyue almost bowed her head to look again, but stopped her gaze in time.

Forcibly stopping his gaze on a certain point on the tent wall, Song Shiyue greatly spurned the behavior that she had almost committed just now.

How can this be?

How can you take advantage of other people's sleep and take advantage of their danger?

See how much people trust you!I don't mind if you ever confessed it, don't mind the bad thoughts you may have, and are willing to trust you, willing to sleep with you in a bed and even cover one quilt!

What about you

What are you doing?

Did you want to see someone just now...

Do not!

Not really!I'm just a little curious how thin it is!

Song Shiyue couldn't bear the sound of moral condemnation in her mind, she couldn't help but reached out and patted her face, trying to interrupt the voice.

It snapped like a mosquito.

When Yu Nianbing heard the sound, she twisted her body dissatisfied as if she was disturbed from sleep.

Song Shiyue subconsciously lowered her head to see if Yu Nianbing was awake.

As a result, the person did not wake up.

I don't know how Yu Nianbing pulled it into such a neckline, but the whole piece of cloth that was torn apart was opened.

It's off-white, really thin.

The size is right, it can hold one hand, it seems, it is really a bit transparent...

Song Shiyue couldn't help thinking about the earth, when he was still in peace, when he was young, and according to the custom before the New Year, every household had to steam buns and steamed buns in advance.Because there are too many kinds of steamed at a time, it is not enough to distinguish all the stuffing just by whether there are pleats or not.So there is a way to dip the head of the chopsticks with red food coloring and press a little bit on the steamed buns.

For many years at that time, Song Shiyue's favorite to eat was smooth, with a small red-dotted carrot steamed bun.

The thin shredded radish, mixed with pork and oil residue, is fragrant and not greasy, which is the most memorable.

At that time, it was still a big steamer, a steamer of steamed buns came out, full of dumplings.When I first took it off, the steamy white flowers were so hot that they burned my eyes.

At that time, Song Shiyue was still young, but she was so greedy that she couldn't wait for the heat to dissipate, so she lay on the side of the steamer and quickly checked whether there was any smooth surface in the steamer. There was a little red bun on it.If not, you will have to wait for the next pot with frustration.If I saw it, I couldn't wait to let it cool, so I hurriedly cut out one and held it in my hand hot.

Just so anxious, just so greedy, just so unbearable.

It was like Song Shiyue who was hurriedly passing by on the white thin cloth now.

This is wrong, but it is not intentional. Song Shiyue quickly defended herself before the moral condemnation in her mind began.

However, the body is different.

The inexplicably hot body, the suddenly hungry stomach, and the heart that seemed to be scratched by the cat's paws made Song Shiyue's breathing a little short.

It's like the gluttony for shredded radish steamed buns in childhood, and the hunger of excessive use of power in the last days is combined...inexplicable and unbearable.

Piansheng Song Shiyue also didn't know what she was enduring...

The shredded radish buns when I was young, holding it warmly, are really soft.In the end, Song Shiyue could only say silently to herself in her heart.

Too much happened this night.

Not to mention the various things in the first half of the night, in the second half of the night, some people sleep well and some...

Yu Nianbing slept in a daze, always feeling that there was something wrong on his face, cold for a while, hot for a while, and still wet...

The night before his death was too tossing, because Yu Nianbing felt something was wrong in his consciousness, but his mind was heavy and his eyelids could not be opened. With such a little effort, he was covered by sleepiness, so he woke up. I can't wake up for a while.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a few hot and cold alternations, maybe more, it was due to Nianbing finally waking up while she was sleepy.Yu Nianbing subconsciously raised his hand and touched it, his eyes were warm and a little wet, which was actually a wet facial tissue.

"Wake up? It's still early, and go to bed a little longer."

The voice of Song Shiyue resounding nearby caused Yu Nianbing, who was about to tear off the wet face towel, to stop her movements.

What happened the previous night, like a ten times speed movie, flashed through Nianbing's mind.

I really want to lose my memory...

Yu Nianbing's hand shook slightly and loosened the wet facial tissue covering his eyes.

I can’t lose my memory, I’m blind...

Of course not.

It was because Nianbing was about to cover this wet face towel until it was old when it was taken away.

Then there was the sound of splashing water next to it.

Yu Nianbing couldn't help but opened his eyes. No matter if he didn't open them, he realized that his eyes didn't seem to be as heavy and sore as he felt in his sleep.

The sky outside the tent didn't seem to light up yet.The tent was dark, Yu Nianbing just opened his eyes, couldn't see anything, and he was still a little dizzy.

"It's still early, I can sleep for another twenty minutes. I'll call you later." Song Shiyue wrung out the wet face towel on her hand, turned her head to see that Yu Nianbing had opened her eyes, and said with a smile.

"No..." Yu Nianbing sat up, just about to refuse, the black shadow next to him turned quickly.

Rubbing his eyes, Yu Nianbing found out that Song Shiyue suddenly turned from facing herself to facing her back...

and so……

Did the things of yesterday make life difficult?

Yu Nianbing's heart was like a giant stone falling to the ground.

Just don’t wait for Nianbing to think more, but Song Shiyue spoke up and said, "You...your...the clothes seemed to be a little broken yesterday...you think you have to change a bag for a spare. , Or... I'll ask Feng Zhuo to borrow some needles and thread to make it up later."

clothes?

Yu Nianbing looked down subconsciously.

Even though the light in the tent was not good, Yu Nianbing still vaguely felt that the clothes in front of him were wrong.

One more touch...a piece of cloth opened with his hand.

Yu Nianbing: "..."

No memory loss, Yu Nianbing can easily remember that when he pulled the buttons yesterday, he seemed to be a little harder, and finally pulled a bit as if there was a cracking sound.It's just that there were a lot of things in my heart, and my hands were sorely strangled by the buttons, and later... I didn't even bother to see what the cracks were, and fell asleep until now.

Even if he couldn't see clearly, Yu Nianbing was able to feel it. The cloth on the neckline was torn apart, and even the inside... could be felt.

So... I slept like this yesterday?

Some looked at the corner of the tent stupidly. Song Shiyue seemed to have used it just now, like two things in a basin.

So... Did Song Shiyue turn on a flashlight last night?

Yu Nianbing was startled, and after he held the rag in front of him, there was actually an inexplicable joy in his heart that shouldn't have appeared.

Did you see it?Then we will even be even in this way?

Yu Nianbing wanted to ask that, but he was scrupulous about the live broadcast, and didn't ask.

However, seeing Song Shiyue's sensitivity and the appearance of turning her back suddenly, Yu Nianbing's unexpected obsession with last night finally disappeared a little bit.

Of course, I still mind that Song Shiyue didn't take it off after coming back.

"I'll get a new one." Yu Nianbing said, getting up to get the backpack outside the tent.

Only Song Shiyue moved faster. He opened the zipper of the tent, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he brought in Yu Nianbing's backpack outside.

Yu Nianbing remember... it seems that my bag is still a little far away from the tent door.

Is this... already prepared?

"I'm going out, you can change it." Song Shiyue said, quickly got out of the tent.

There was another Yu Nianbing left in the tent, but this time, she didn't feel depressed, but instead... a little wanted to laugh.

Song Shiyue... but really...

Obviously she did something like that yesterday, but she still treats herself as sincerely today.

While changing her clothes, Yu Nianbing looked at the two basins in the corner of the tent with her eyes that were getting used to the darkness.After waking up completely, there is no need to ask where did the wet and cold sensation in the eyes come from.

So, does this person really mind?

Just because of such a life-saving grace, did you not feel wronged, not angry, and did not even stay silent for a long time?

Yu Nianbing thought of the hug that Song Shiyue took the initiative to do...

Could it be...this person would use his body to promise...to repay his life?

Then if...

Yu Nianbing suddenly squeezed the corner of the clothes he had just changed, preventing him from thinking about it anymore.

The night before, I was still afraid that the other party thought that the accident was a return for mercy. What did I start thinking about today?

However, just remembering the softness of the lips during the accident made it difficult for Yu Nianbing's heart to calm down.

Yes, there are cracks, how can it be so easy to repair and restore the former firmness.

After Nianbing changed his clothes and called Song Shiyue in, both of them cherished this short period of ostrich time before dawn.

Song Shiyue twisted the wet face towel again and persuaded Yu Nianbing to sleep a little longer.

Yu Nianbing knew her intention behind her words and lay down obediently.

This time, it is a cold face towel.

The hot and cold alternated several times. From Song Shiyue's point of view, Yu Nianbing's eyes seemed to be fine.Even if you still have some fans who can't go away temporarily, you can still be upset at night, and then don't sleep well to cover it up.It is not in vain to get up early, rubbing wet facial tissue so many times.

It's just that Song Shiyue still has too little experience after all, and greatly underestimated the audience on Starnet.

The night before, since Yu Nianbing started crying, he was suddenly guessed, and he drove a lot of time to make up for the car...

And this morning, since Song Shiyue fetched water into the tent and started rubbing towels, there was the sound of the audience fetching water from her and rubbing towels, guessing what she was doing.

Of course, the guess is only a serious audience.

As for those who drove all night to make up the car...

"Fight... fetch water comes in..."

"Twist... the sound of a towel..."

"Yes... is it wiped..."

"I have fancied the little ice cube for so many years... I thought that no matter who she was with, she would be the one who could climb up in the morning!"

"Speaking weakly, it's normal for Sister Song's hand strength to not get up..."

"???"

"Say! Did you move your water meter outside?"

"If I start working on Little Moon part-time from now on, can Sister Song be gentle with our little ice cube?"

"Although I can't get up after a night, it's really... very unspeakable... with emotion. But, it's true that this kind of early morning getting up with water and helping to wipe it in... melted……"

"Friends, just put your eyes on your eyes! Do you want to be expelled from the fandom after the show is over? I don't want to be a small ice bucket anymore, right?"

"It's okay... I'm already a waste barrel, now please call me a small kettle..."

"The little ice cubes are all melted. Where can I find the little ice bucket? Oh, when it comes to'melting', I can't do it anymore. It's all you guys! Force my brain to make up for the night! I am full of yellow waste in my brain, no more How to speak well!"

...

I am afraid that the program group would never have thought that the mosaic sound radio mode that was originally selected to protect the privacy of the guests would open up such a large brain space for the audience.

The preference of the audience this year is also too surprising.

I don't know if the program team is worried that this model will eventually lead to this trend, and the guests will be severely chased after they come out.

Just when the audience was happiest with their brains up, early in the morning, the live homepage of Starnet's "Wild Journey", a new function was launched.

[Exclusive logo, let your barrage shine in a different way]

The one that went online was the fan icon that was appealed to by the audience at the beginning of the show.

This time, the program team outside of the Wilderness Stars has done some things. These online fan icons are quite grounded, and they are basically built around the claims of the fans.

Little ice bucket, little moon, little sunshine, little stars...

Of course, the program group also has some representative icons, such as a sheep head of the sheep team, a cartoon fat face of Director Zhang...

The appearance of the new function made the audience quite excited. For a while, it interrupted the brain supplement that had lasted for most of the night, and praised the program group without hesitation.

The audience was happy, and it was also very gratified to add a program group with new functions online for one night.

It’s just that there are always people who always love the joy or hard work of others and sneer at them.

In a villa of Mingtanxing, a slightly blessed middle-aged man was awakened by the sound of Xingwang's messaging.

Wiping off his sleepy face, the middle-aged man frowned and opened the call.

That was a short message from the "Wild Stars" program group, with a cheerful tone describing the success of the fan icon on the live broadcast window.

The short message asking for credit is also annoying.

These people have money in their eyes, success, and progress. In fact, they don't have any vision.

Oh, not just them.

Those audiences who are happy for such a small function are also stupid.

The middle-aged man swept through the text message roughly, his mouth bends disdainfully, and turned off the text message.

Just don't wait for him to continue to lie down to sleep, and another voice message comes in.

"Brother, why is there a new feature on the Wilderness program group?"

The middle-aged man kept the disdain on his face and clicked on the voice to reply: "Whatever they do, it won't cost a lot of money anyway. Looking at what they say, the audience's response is pretty good. Just let everyone think that they are doing well. The show is ready. This is also good for the rest."

At the same time, it is still this villa.

A slender figure lightly entered the underground audio-visual room.

It's a pity that she didn't come at a very good time, but she only had time to look at the top few documents on the coffee table before she was discovered.