Part 2
A gust of wind blew, and the ginkgo leaves fell, rustling as Jiang Shulu released his hand.
He turned and walked towards Tang Mian outside.
Tang Yue pursed his lips and glanced at the staff outside the camera. These people were all behaving with professional composure.
Tang Mian outside asked Jiang Shulu: “Why didn’t my dad come out with you?”
Jiang Shulu: “He’s thinking about things.”
“Finally heard a voice! I can’t tell if Jiang Shulu is angry.”
“The atmosphere is suddenly a little awkward.”
Tang Mian shook the red wish strips on his body: “Uncle Yao said he bought all of these, and we can hang them on the tree at the entrance. Uncle Jiang, do you want to write something?”
The little guy was decked out in red, looking very festive.
He took out a marker from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Shulu, pointing to Yao Xuan Yu who was writing wish strips with Yao Lixin: “They’ve all hung up several.”
“I’ve never seen someone buy so many at once.”
“As expected of Yao Lixin.”
Jiang Shulu was also a little speechless, but he didn’t show it. He took Tang Mian’s hand: “What do you want to write?”
After a while, Jiang Shulu realized how old Tang Mian was and asked: “Can you write?”
Tang Mian said loudly: “My dad said I’m very much like my mom, so I’m a genius!”
“My understanding is being refreshed every second watching this variety show.”
“Honey, the person in front of you is also a genius, just not a mom.”
Jiang Shulu wasn’t as agitated as before. He thought of the wound he had touched with his finger in the cramped bathroom.
He thought of Tang Yue’s loud cries, and of what Tang Yue had admitted last night.
He smiled: “Then what wishes does the little genius have? Can you write one for me?”
Jiang Shulu was even gentler in front of Tang Mian, lacking the unyielding feeling that the audience sometimes sensed when he was facing Tang Yue. It often made people fantasize that he could be the biological father playing with building blocks with his child.
Tang Mian: “Okay! But my handwriting isn’t good! My dad’s handwriting isn’t good either!”
Tang Yue happened to hear this when he came, and said softly: “Little Mian, how can you say that about me.”
Tang Mian: “That’s the truth, Dad only has good signature handwriting.”
“Is that something you can compare?”
“I’ll always remember a fan giving him a set of五三 (wǔsān – a popular Chinese math textbook) the year he debuted, Tang Yue’s expression of despair was too deep.”
Tang Yue: “It’s better than yours.”
Tang Mian: “I’m only five, what are you so proud of, Xiao Yue.”
Tang Yue: …
Jiang Shulu couldn’t help but laugh, Tang Yue snorted.
Tang Mian: “You’re so fierce today, you won’t let Uncle Jiang laugh?”
Tang Yue: “I’m not!”
Tang Mian asked Jiang Shulu: “Is he?”
Jiang Shulu shook his head. The man reached out and adjusted the little boy’s hat: “It’s my fault.”
“What’s the problem? Jiang Shulu, you really love taking responsibility.”
“Is there a possibility that… it’s really his responsibility?”
Tang Mian: “Okay, then what wish do you want to make, I’ll write it for you.”
He looked at Tang Yue again: “Dad, write too, let’s fill that tree, okay?”
Tang Yue reached out to take the wish strip, but Jiang Shulu had already handed it to him.
Tang Mian: “Uncle Jiang, hurry up and say it.”
Jiang Shulu: “I hope Little Mian is always happy.”
Even though Tang Mian is well-behaved, he’s still a child. Holding the thick marker, he looked particularly cute, and after hearing this, he exclaimed: “Isn’t it your wish?”
Jiang Shulu nodded: “It’s one of my wishes.”
Tang Mian: “What’s the second one?”
Jiang Shulu: “I hope Tang Yue is always happy.”
Tang Mian looked at his own dad, and Tang Yue subconsciously looked back.
He was wearing a large sweatshirt. If unfamiliar viewers came in, they wouldn’t be able to tell he was the child’s father, thinking Jiang Shulu was the one instead.
Tang Yue had just unscrewed the cap of the marker when he was startled by this sentence.
Tang Mian: “Why are they all about us, Uncle, you should consider your own.”
Jiang Shulu hummed: “Anyway, you can write so many, it’s okay to make more wishes, right?”
He watched Tang Yue write stroke by stroke, and asked: “Does your dad teach you to write at home?”
Tang Mian: “Dad teaches me occasionally, I have a learning machine, it’s much better than Dad.”
“So dismissive…”
“Tang Yue’s heart is broken hahaha.”
The little guy also mumbled: “Dad said he hates studying.”
Tang Yue was about to stop his son from exposing his flaws, but unexpectedly, Jiang Shulu interjected: “That’s true, he can even cry while doing exam papers.”
Tang Yue subconsciously retorted: “I didn’t!”
Tang Mian exclaimed, unable to write anymore, curiously asking: “When was that?”
Jiang Shulu took the pen, writing as he said: “Before Little Mian was born.”
“Your dad hates doing reading comprehension the most. Sometimes he would sit there for half an hour, and not write a single word.”
Jiang Shulu’s voice was full of laughter, but his handwriting was strong and elegant, making people stare at it intently—
Tang Yue returns to the stage.
Tang Mian’s health and safety.
May we often meet.
…
He could multitask without affecting his performance. Tang Yue, standing aside, felt a mix of emotions. The scenes of him doing homework in Jiang Shulu’s room came vividly to mind.
Now, watching the other person write wishes one stroke at a time, without any plans for his own future,
Tang Yue felt a little heartache.
Seeing that Jiang Shulu was almost finished writing seven, he took the remaining two.
The handsome young man in the camera seemed to be in a bad mood, his writing exuded a murderous aura.
People often say that handwriting reflects character. Tang Yue is handsome, so his handwriting should be elegant and refined.
But unexpectedly, the camera zoomed in, and the handwriting was the same as before, showing no improvement at all.
It was ugly in a cute way—
【Wishing Liu Xi Chao and Mr. Jiang He a long and happy life together.】
“Why are you still shipping them at this moment! Tang Yue, don’t make me laugh to death!”
“@Liu Xi Chao! Don’t you have to come and thank the youngest brother quickly?”
“Before, wasn’t Tang Yue a big fan of the Jiang Shulu and Liu Xi Chao couple?”
【Wishing Jiang Shulu…】
Tang Yue suddenly paused.
He realized that he had many blessings for Jiang Shulu: success, peace, and so on.
But Tang Yue was still an alien after all; he didn’t have many idioms in his head, even when he was dazed, it was unique, at least it wasn’t ugly.
Tang Mian: “Dad seems to have crashed.”
“Laughing to death, this kid’s mouth is unforgiving.”
“Tang Yue’s handwriting is cutely clumsy, and even has a bit of artistic flair (my filter’s really thick).”
Jiang Shulu asked, “What are you wishing for me?”
Tang Yue held the pen tightly, hesitated for a long time, and didn’t know why, but blurted out “a hundred years of togetherness.”
Jiang Shulu laughed, “With who? I’ve emphasized many times that Liu Xi Chao and I have nothing to do with each other.”
“He seems so wronged!”
“Someone quickly interview those fans from back then!”
“Was Tang Yue tricked by the CP fans back then?”