“[This hug, my god, how long are these two going to hug for?]”
“[My mom asked me what kind of idol drama this is hahaha]”
“[Jiang Shulu definitely spoke, otherwise why would Tang Yue suddenly grab his clothes? Help, the production team don’t use close-ups, your close-ups are too suggestive, I can’t help but think too much.]”
“[Doesn’t anyone dare to say that their bodies are very well-matched?]”
“[Isn’t Liu Xicháo the shortest in the team?]”
“[Hahahaha don’t do this, he’s only one centimeter shorter than Tang Yue!!]”
Tang Yue didn’t even know how he got back.
After Jiang Shulu said that, he released the hug, thoughtfully straightened Tang Yue’s collar, and turned on the microphone.
He then casually asked the carpenter inside how much longer he needed to work.
This series of actions stunned the staff nearby; they didn’t expect there to be a guest who ignored the show’s rules like this.
Wait, he’s the boss’s nephew.
In a way, he’s also a big boss.
Forget it.
Even the director didn’t dare to speak up.
Compared to the onlookers’ astonishment, the most surprised person seemed to be Tang Yue; he looked like he had been struck by lightning, standing there dumbfounded for a long time.
Jiang Shulu wasn’t in a hurry; he stood inside waiting for the carpenter to finish sanding.
Carpenter: “Where do you live? I’ll deliver it to you.”
Before Jiang Shulu could speak, a voice from off-camera interrupted: “Let the guests take it back themselves.”
This piece of wood wasn’t heavy, at most it was a bit conspicuous to carry.
The carpenter said “Oh,” and looked at the handsome young man standing aside; he felt that it would be a bit unkind to let him carry the wood board.
“[The production team is so cruel!]”
“[I suspect it’s an employee retaliating against the head office boss hahaha]”
“[I didn’t expect to see this kind of scene… amazing.]”
Tang Yue was still thinking about his secret outside.
He wondered if he had said everything to Jiang Shulu while drunk.
For example, I slept with you, I can still have children, and Xiao Me is our child.
If it were true, then the captain’s mental fortitude was too good.
Otherwise, I might have been arrested that night?
Although Liang Yi said that there are international studies on men having children, there are not many successful cases yet, and told Tang Yue not to be too scared.
He also said that there are men with congenital genetic diseases who have extra uteruses, like those with two sets of organs, and so on.
But Tang Yue felt that not everyone had a strong heart like Liang Yi.
This person, who should have nothing to do with Tang Yue, showed up in this world’s identification as his half-sister.
Half-sister.
It was so subtle that Tang Yue felt like he wasn’t so adrift anymore.
In 9787 Star, Tang Yue lost his mother at seven and his father at ten, growing up relying on interstellar welfare for minors, and was able to inherit his parents’ positions at the landfill.
His family didn’t have many relatives; it was said that there was a distant uncle who was a spice merchant on another planet.
Tang Yue didn’t know what it felt like to be protected, nor did he know what it felt like to have a sister.
But Liang Yi did fit Tang Yue’s definition of a sister; perhaps the other party also found it fresh, one didn’t finish speaking, and the other was happy to cover it up.
Liang Yi had asked Tang Yue many times: Do you really not want to know about Jiang Shulu’s recent situation?
Tang Yue had flatly refused, saying that even if he knew, it would be the same.
I might lose sleep again because of Jiang Shulu and Liu Xicháo’s sweetness.
Forget it.
But now Jiang Shulu knows something?
The captain is a good person, but Tang Yue knows that the Jiang family is not good; will they take Xiao Me away?
Tang Yue was a born pessimist, and with a single thought, he already thought of countless bad endings.
When Jiang Shulu came out carrying the wooden board, seeing the young man still standing there in a daze, he called out to him.
Along the way, Jiang Shulu asked questions, and Tang Yue answered.
Jiang Shulu: “What are your plans next? Are you going to retreat to the mountains again?”
The number of pedestrians around decreased; when they passed a bamboo weaving workshop, the proprietress said that Yao Lixin had already left with the child.
The streetlights were still on, one after another from far to near, like the moon being continuously copied, opening a road leading to the future.
Jiang Shulu occasionally pulled Tang Yue, afraid that he would be hit by a cyclist.
Tang Yue: “Send Xiao Me to school.”
He felt a little guilty: “He’s so grown up now, I shouldn’t be so clingy to him anymore; children need social circles.”
This sentence, mixed with annoyance, made people want to laugh.
Jiang Shulu: “So Xiao Me said this morning that he wanted to marry you off.”
Tang Yue said “Ah”: “Marry?”
He was immediately annoyed: “I’m a man, I don’t want to get married, Xiao Me is talking nonsense.”
“[It’s not impossible…]”
“[The law doesn’t prohibit remarriage after bereavement.]”
“[Tang Mian is really filial, he’s so worried about his father…]”
Jiang Shulu: “Then have you thought about getting married again?”
The man carrying the wooden board didn’t look embarrassed at all. Jiang Shulu’s appearance was superior enough, and he possessed both elegance and nobility; he looked like the perfect gentleman in everyone’s imagination.
But the more this was the case, the more people wanted to know his other side.
Life variety shows were an all-pervading form of peeping. At first glance, it seemed deserted, but in reality, millions of eyes were focused here.
It was easy for emotions to have nowhere to hide, and a trace of liking could be magnified into deep affection.
Tang Yue shook his head: “No.”
He answered decisively: “What I want, no one can give me.”
This sentence sounded familiar; Jiang Shulu instantly thought of Tang Yue from that year.
Tang Yue, sitting by the roadside watching dogs fight and smiling happily. He seemed to particularly like animals and plants; all tangible life filled him with curiosity.
Like a newborn baby, with a naivety that didn’t suit the humans of this world.
Jiang Shulu: “What do you want?”
Back then, Tang Yue didn’t say, and Jiang Shulu didn’t press further.
At this moment, at the end of the cobblestone road, they still had to turn and walk up many steps to return to their temporary residence.
Tang Yue’s fingers were holding a plush puppy keychain he had bought by the roadside, swaying as he said: “I want to be loved.”
“[I thought it was something else! Damn it! Baby! We love you so much, but you didn’t even feel it?]”
“[It shouldn’t be the love of fans, after all, we can only accompany him for a part of his journey, Tang Yue has been very lonely these five years.]”
“[It’s that kind of love, but I feel it’s hard to maintain for a long time.]”
“[Ah, why did the atmosphere suddenly…]”
Jiang Shulu: “Whose love?”
His eyes were filled with a smile; if Madam Jiang, Zhu Qiong, saw Jiang Shulu like this, she would be surprised.
This was a Jiang Shulu she had never seen before.
But the Jiang family never asked.
Because they still felt that it was too shameful for Jiang Shulu, the legitimate heir, to be involved with an entertainer.
They were never proud of this Jiang Shulu.
Tang Yue: “Just forever love would be enough.”
After saying that, he himself felt it was too childish, and walked a few more steps forward, bypassing Jiang Shulu: “That sounds so silly.”
“Only Xiao Me would say that, Captain, just pretend you didn’t hear it.”
“[Tang Mian, has been subtly insulted again.]”
“[Is this father-son pair a style of mutual teasing? I thought it was a healing type.]”
“[Forever love is indeed rare, even our ordinary people’s forever love is hard to apply to marriage, right?]”
“[Celebrity relationships are even faster, these past few years all we’ve seen are divorces, love is really as fleeting as dew.]”
“[Tang Yue is really like dust, always giving me a feeling of being adrift.]”
Tang Yue had only meant to walk a few more steps, but then he started running.
Jiang Shulu thought he would wait for him, so he called out and followed him.
Yao Lixin returned with the child and arranged for the little guy to take a bath.
He sat in the courtyard and called his wife, and the barrage on this split screen was full of emojis expressing their envy of their love.
He was about to say some sweet words, when the courtyard door was pushed open with a bang by Tang Yue, startling Yao Lixin.
“Tang Yue, you’re run…”
Before he finished speaking, Tang Yue’s path was blocked by a wooden board.
This scene was incredibly rare. If it were the old Yao Lixin, he wouldn’t have imagined witnessing Jiang Shulu like this one day.
This is the noble young master whose manners were praised to the heavens by fans.
Now, he’s nothing more than a reckless kid blocking someone’s way.
The heir to a wealthy family is amazing, but he still can’t get what he wants.
After thinking for a while, Yao Lixin felt that “can’t get what he wants” was a little inappropriate.
Tang Yue must like Jiang Shulu.
There are still many things that haven’t been resolved between them.
For example, showering and singing loudly in the bathroom with Yao Xuan Yu about Tang Mian under the bridge in front of the house.
What’s going on? Tang Yue sings so well, why is his child completely off-key?
Yao Xuan Yu probably couldn’t take it anymore, or why did they hear the loud sound of water?
“[Help, I’m a fan of Jiang Shulu!! Give me back my noble captain! Why is he carrying a wooden board and running on a mountain road in the middle of the night.]”
“[Tang Yue’s physical fitness is really bad, he was leading by so much… Was he forced to have a child?]”
Tang Yue didn’t like sports; dancing during his boy group days almost killed him.
He couldn’t slack off on official stages, but he would often slack off during training. Many of Away’s broadcast practice room clips showed Yao Lixin scolding Tang Yue, for example:
Yao Lixin: “How are you going to find a partner in the future?”
Tang Yue: “Fan brothers and sisters are all my good partners.”
Liu Xicháo, who was drinking water: Pfft.
Yao Lixin: “You should exercise more for your own health, right?”
Tang Yue: “I hate muscular men.”
Jiang Shulu silently put down the fitness equipment in his hand.
Tang Yue was still prone to sweating, so he still hated summer.
The summers of the past few years, because he lived in the mountains, he could accompany Tang Mian to catch fish in the stream and cicadas in the forest. In the past, Tang Yue would have preferred to stay in an air-conditioned room 24/7.
No way, because I’m an alien.
Tang Yue thought: 9787 is at a constant temperature all year round; there’s no spring, summer, autumn or winter.
Earth’s summer in this book’s world is so hot, and winter is so cold, and spring and autumn are so short.
It’s really annoying.
But because there are spring, summer, autumn and winter, there are the plants and flowers I like.
It’s so contradictory.
At this moment, there were cicadas chirping all around, and the children in the bathroom were making noise; they sounded very happy.
Yao Lixin said goodbye to his wife and then gave her a flying kiss; it was so sickening that the audience couldn’t bear to watch.
Jiang Shulu stopped Tang Yue: “Why are you running?”
Tang Yue snorted: “Why are you chasing?”
Sweat had beaded on his forehead, his lips were parted as he panted, and he unconsciously licked his lips.
Under the hazy light of the small courtyard, it was enough to make Jiang Shulu’s heart flutter, and he wanted to hug him in his arms.
But he couldn’t, at least not now.
Jiang Shulu had too many questions, but Tang Yue might not be willing to be frank.
Jiang Shulu’s gaze was too obvious, so Tang Yue could only ask: “Is there something on my face?”
He didn’t realize that his voice was trembling slightly, sounding even more exaggerated to the audience.
His naturally beautiful voice easily aroused people’s compassion.
“[I can’t take it anymore, it feels like Tang Yue is panting in my ear.]”
“[Thank you, the production team, our second parents!!]”
“[Jiang Shulu doesn’t look like a domineering CEO in this variety show at all.]”
“[Tang Yue is even more handsome than before, if it were me, I would be staring too.]”
Jiang Shulu could only casually ask: “Why do you like using perfume now?”
“Before, you seemed to need someone to hold you down…”
“[Shut up! Why are normal words making me have wild thoughts wuwuwu]”
Before Tang Yue could answer, Yao Lixin from the side answered: “Our variety show has sponsored perfume.”
The production team was moved to tears; the previously unreliable guest had become the most reliable, and they were able to complete the advertisement placement.
Jiang Shulu was still staring at Tang Yue; the two of them were standing outside the courtyard, with a wooden board comically lying between them.
It was like the obstacles they hadn’t been able to overcome between them.
But once they were overcome, it would inevitably be a wildfire, enough to transcend time and space.
Tang Yue nodded vigorously: “Yes, the production team gave it to me, what do you think, Captain?”
After asking, he felt it was wrong; it seemed like he was inviting something, but Jiang Shulu had already moved closer.
Their hair seemed to briefly intertwine for a moment; even the pulling was clearly visible in the backlight.
Tang Yue almost jumped up, but heard Jiang Shulu say softly: “It’s not as good as your previous scent.”
“[Captain! That’s not good—]”
“[Am I chasing the updates of a novel? Why is it so painful and yet so exciting wuwuwu]”
“[What scent! Tell me clearly! No suggestive stuff!!]”
Tang Yue subconsciously said: “The captain’s scent is still better, it’s not the same as the one I bought.”
Jiang Shulu: “What?”
Yao Lixin casually chimed in: “It’s just that our maknae bought the same perfume as you, and found that it’s not as attractive as our captain.”
He raised an eyebrow at Tang Yue: “Am I not right?”
Tang Yue’s face turned bright red: “I didn’t… I didn’t…”
He did buy it, it really was different.
It didn’t have the reassuring feeling that Jiang Shulu gave him.
Irreplaceable, irreplicable, it seemed that only with him standing here could he feel at ease and calm.
Jiang Shulu chuckled: “Then aren’t you coming to sleep with me tonight?”
“[Isn’t that sentence backwards.]”
“[Am I thinking too much…]”
“[I shouldn’t be thinking wrongly.]”
“[Is this an invitation?!]”
Tang Yue thought: I’ve already slept with him.
Um… it’s just that the description in the book is too restrained.
