Chapter 22 part 1
Liu Xichao, although on set, was paying more attention to this variety show than anyone else.
With his current status, he could practically pick any script he wanted.
Yet, even though he was backed by Chengkong Media, he still had to pursue resources that were inaccessible through Jiang He’s connections.
This time, the film role was one Liu Xichao auditioned for himself.
If it were a Chengkong Media production, he could have directly halted filming to participate in the variety show.
After finishing the day’s filming, Liu Xichao finally got to touch his phone.
It was full of unread messages from Yao Lixin; it was almost like real-time sharing, accompanied by Weibo links, the meaning of eating melons couldn’t be more obvious.
Yao Lixin: [Picture]
Yao Lixin: [Link] Trending.
Yao Lixin: [Video] Tang Yue’s confession live version.
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Liu Xichao clicked on Weibo; he didn’t even need a second search; the homepage was bombarded with Yao Lixin’s Weibo posts.
If this were an ordinary variety show, it would probably be considered hype.
But this is their Away group’s variety show, with a couple of kids at most, it’s like a gathering of familiar people.
The only difference is that in previous years, their gatherings were always missing one person, but this time Tang Yue was there; it’s no wonder the show exploded like this.
#TangYueConfession#
#TangYueJiangShuluFerryHug#
#TangYueLikes#
#Away#
During the break on set, celebrities used their phones, and the staff also looked at the trending topics.
Liu Xichao could hear the BGM of the video he was watching coming from other people’s phones.
It was the video that had been played countless times and topped the platform’s video rankings—
#FerryHug#
Many comments on the video were from passersby.
—Is this a drama?
—The scenery is so beautiful, these two people look familiar.
—Damn!! Jiang Shulu and Tang Yue? Are they together?? Why are they hugging like this?
In the video, the cabin shook, Jiang Shulu hugged Tang Yue, and then let go.
The water bird that had been startled away earlier flew away again, only to land on the edge of the boatman’s fish basket.
Tang Yue withdrew from Jiang Shulu’s embrace, attempting to discuss the sleeping arrangements again.
Unfortunately, Jiang Shulu wasn’t very cooperative.
He looked at the mountains on the opposite bank, casually took a few pictures, pretending not to hear Tang Yue’s request.
If it weren’t for the recording mics, the audience wouldn’t have known what Tang Yue said.
“Captain, I’m just afraid that if you sleep with me, you won’t sleep well…”
Liu Xichao hadn’t seen Tang Yue for many years; his impression of this younger brother was that he was timid.
Tang Yue was like a small animal that had never seen people before.
As if there was an innate barrier between him and the world; he didn’t match the descriptions in his profile that said he worked various part-time jobs.
This was attributed to the aftereffects of amnesia from a car accident.
Tang Yue also never recalled what happened before; he gave the feeling of being a blank slate.
Besides being able to take care of himself, he was curious about everything else.
Everyone loves this industry; they wouldn’t be like Tang Yue, loving it to the point of obsession, wanting to sleep in the practice room.
At first, Yao Lixin thought that Tang Yue’s simple-mindedness might be due to brain damage that couldn’t be cured.
After getting to know him, she discovered that this child was just naive, often unable to understand the subtext of others’ words.
Young people like to play online games and argue with people; Tang Yue didn’t do either of those; he just liked reading novels.
If you say he’s an old-fashioned person, it’s not that exaggerated.
He accepts new things quickly; sometimes he even complains that technological development is too slow, complaining several times that there’s no holographic game yet.
Tang Yue is too contradictory, but also too innocent and pure to be disliked; it’s easy for people to feel pity for him because of his clumsiness.
If Liu Xichao had to say something bad about him.
It’s that Tang Yue is too polite to everyone except Yao Lixin.
However, Liu Xichao felt that he was treated better than Jiang Shulu.
At least Tang Yue wouldn’t run away as soon as he saw him; he wouldn’t constantly say “sorry” and “thank you,” and he wouldn’t deliberately change seats when standing next to him.
Our group originally has four people! Are you playing musical chairs, struggling so obviously.
Even Liu Xichao felt that Jiang Shulu might have done something to Tang Yue when they weren’t around, causing Tang Yue to be so evasive.
Once, Liu Xichao planned to talk to Jiang Shulu about this issue.
Liu Xichao specifically closed the practice room door. As soon as he walked to Jiang Shulu’s side, the door was suddenly pushed open.
Tang Yue rushed in with a guitar, looking like he saw a ghost when he saw the two of them; he stammered out an apology and left.
Jiang Shulu, who was standing by the window looking outside, didn’t notice anyone coming in.
The rich young master’s equipment was top-notch; his headphones had excellent noise cancellation; only the shaking of the door could alert him.
Liu Xichao said angrily: “It was Tang Yue.”
He muttered: “Why does this kid look at me and you with such strange eyes.”
The next second, Jiang Shulu, who had hung his headphones around his neck, took three steps back, alertly saying: “Don’t use me as a tool to gauge your relationship with my uncle.”
At that time, Liu Xichao hadn’t developed a romantic relationship with Jiang He; he didn’t even consider that; it was purely a green and healthy contract between a sponsor and an investor.
But the gentle idol in everyone’s eyes wasn’t as gentle as he appeared; he was very unruly in front of Jiang He.
Before the group’s formation, Jiang Shulu had visited his uncle’s residence and happened to run into Liu Xichao smashing Jiang He’s collection of fine wine glasses.
The sound of the shattering glass was crisp, but Liu Xichao’s voice was very soft: “Then don’t expect me to have dinner with you.”
At that time, Jiang Shulu didn’t think much of it; who knew that a few years later, these two would actually get together and become a model same-sex couple.
It’s conceivable that there are countless ways to show affection.
The aloof chaebol heir, Jiang Shulu, who didn’t yearn for love, wouldn’t like someone like Liu Xichao.
He even felt that he might not have anyone he liked.
But later, when Jiang Shulu saw Tang Yue, he felt that the other party was as quiet as an unopened blue snowflower.
The young man lay in the hospital bed; his innocent eyes met Jiang Shulu’s.
I don’t know if it was because he was unconscious for a long time after the car accident; at first glance, his appearance wasn’t very similar to his ID photo.
But it made Jiang Shulu suddenly have a thought: This flower seems very easy to crush.
It needs careful care; the slightest impatience would cause this flower to look for other soil.
Just like how he came and how he would leave.
So Jiang Shulu always paid special attention to Tang Yue.
On the night in the practice room, Jiang Shulu listened to the new demo in a daze, thinking that Tang Yue said he had nowhere to go for the upcoming New Year, thinking whether he should let Tang Yue go to his place.
It didn’t have to be the Jiang family’s home; Jiang Shulu also had his own property.
Actually, he didn’t like living at his family home either.
It was too dull. If Jiang Shulu had grown up there since childhood, he might not have been so averse to it.
But he was a fruit forcibly grafted onto a mold; he had no choice.