Skye’s schedule was changed at the last minute, so there were no fans at the airport to see them off. At the wee hours of an ordinary weekday, the airport was mostly empty except for staff, quiet and spacious.
Scattered passengers waiting for flights were drowsy, paying no attention to them. Berlin relaxed, pulling down his mask to breathe in the fresh air.
Only a 24-hour KFC was still open. Berlin and Wu Heng Yao had sadly shared a piece of bread in the car; now, hungry enough to eat a cow whole, they weren’t picky.
Knowing that Hua Yan and the others didn’t eat human food, Berlin casually asked the manager, “Do you need us to bring you anything to eat, bro?”
The manager silently looked down at his increasingly expanding waistline and replied with a pained expression, “…No, you guys eat more.”
The 35-year-old manager watched Berlin’s cheerful back, sighing that youth was good. Fast metabolism; eating fried food at midnight didn’t require restraint.
The KFC window worker was leaning against the counter, scrolling through her phone, trying not to fall asleep.
Night shift workers didn’t have a choice; honestly, there weren’t many customers at night, but someone had to work.
She thought it would be another uneventful night, when she caught sight of someone approaching; she straightened up—
A “wow” almost slipped out.
The two young, handsome guys who approached were surprisingly familiar. The employee had just opened Weibo, and the opening screen was Skye’s advertisement, and the face inches away was identical to the one in the advertisement.
The difference was that the idols in the retouched photos were exquisitely made up and had a halo, giving a distant, unreal feeling. It was hard to imagine what a real-life interaction would be like.
Now, that invisible barrier had disappeared; Berlin, like an ordinary customer, unexpectedly appeared before her, whispering to Wu Heng Yao whether to order burgers or chicken wings. He was wearing a fresh blue sweatshirt; the hood wasn’t properly adjusted; his hair was fluffy, hanging down to his forehead, covering part of his eyes, looking very casual, like a student. Tall and thin, his bare face had faint dimples when he smiled.
Compared to Wu Heng Yao’s naturally aggressive appearance that created a sense of distance, Berlin gave a sense of stability; it felt certain that even if you suddenly greeted him, you wouldn’t be treated coldly.
The worker nervously looked up.
Berlin was across the counter, less than an arm’s length away. After making natural eye contact, he gave a refreshing smile. “Hi, can we get two B meals? Thank you!”
Honestly, this smile instantly relieved most of the worker’s nervousness; she felt a little uplifted.
After being struck by the overly sunny and cute smile, the worker regained her composure; her tone was unconsciously much gentler, and she smiled. “Okay, okay.”
They didn’t have enough ready-made chicken wings and had to wait for the kitchen to fry some.
During the few minutes of waiting, Berlin put his hands in his sweatshirt pockets, swaying his long legs; he might have been sleepy, closing his eyes and swaying, looking like a cotton doll.
The worker noticed the pattern on his sweatshirt—a cat yawning with its eyes closed.
She secretly murmured in her heart, SOS, so cute.
Wu Heng Yao wasn’t as approachable as Berlin; it was mainly due to his appearance. While a puppy-like face is perceived as cute, his was completely different; like people call lions and tigers big cats but wouldn’t really think of them as cats.
Berlin was sleepy, his head drooping as he rested his eyes; Wu Heng Yao maintained his naturally fierce expression, but actually emotionless, moved forward—he was taller than Berlin; after taking two steps, his shoulder was just right to support Berlin’s head, allowing him to lean.
The worker’s lips curled uncontrollably.
She silently turned her head, touched her lips, and took a deep breath, trying to suppress her smile so as not to make the two uncomfortable.
Hearing a thousand people say something is different from seeing it in person.
There were also many articles stirring discord about Skye’s internal relationships; she had seen some, saying “pictures don’t lie,” but pictures could be photoshopped; malicious screenshots taken out of context were easier than imagined.
When the worker handed over the food, she saw a small red mark on Berlin’s forehead pressed against Wu Heng Yao’s shoulder, and she couldn’t help but smile and say, “You can sleep on the plane; have a safe trip.”
Berlin rubbed his eyes, woke up, gave her an OK sign, and smiled like a friend. “Got it; you work hard too.”
The worker was stunned; after watching the two leave, she set Berlin as a special follow. She thought for a moment and followed Skye’s other members as well.
Working at the airport, this wasn’t her first encounter with a celebrity; but this was her first actual interaction.
However, she had seen many celebrities interact with fans from afar, popular and unpopular; they were different from the feeling Berlin gave her.
It’s hard to say; sometimes, as a bystander, she could distinguish the differences more clearly.
Passersby might only see them once, but celebrities might have debuted for many years, accustomed to being surrounded by crowds, accustomed to receiving affection, and experienced some excessive chasing and blocking; both good and bad experiences were numerous.
Habits are terrible; resentment is hard to avoid. The former makes people not cherish “affection,” feeling it’s nothing special; the latter erodes patience with fans or onlookers.
Receiving a lot of feedback every day makes people unconcerned. Putting herself in their shoes, she could somewhat understand; politely responding was already commendable, but Berlin still made her feel joyful and excited.
Liking someone means wanting to get positive emotions from them. Being valued, meeting and occasionally chatting, being able to get close without feeling like you’re looking up or tiptoeing—this feeling was wonderful.
The worker thought, seeing Berlin more often would raise her standards for people, making it difficult to find a partner.
Not far away, Wu Heng Yao reached out to take the bag and took out a pair of chicken wings and handed them to Berlin.
Wu Heng Yao: “Crunch crunch.”
Berlin: “Crunch crunch.”
The two avid eaters ate while walking, seeing satisfaction and happiness in each other’s eyes; their steps were lighter.
After eating his fill, Berlin closed his eyes and slept on the plane.
Before falling asleep, a thought flashed through his mind with immense satisfaction: It’s great to have Wu Heng Yao eat late-night meals with him.
Eating together is always better than eating alone.
Author’s Note:
I was a little short on time for writing today; I’ll write more tomorrow qwq Goodnight
Thank you to the little angels who threw me king bombs or irrigated nutrient solution between 2022-11-14 19:38:17 and 2022-11-16 00:09:04!
Thank you to the little angels who threw landmines: Qiji Ccx confirmed, don’t hide it, City Swimming 1;
Thank you to the little angels who irrigated nutrient solution: Cheese Cocoa 20 bottles; Chenchen 12 bottles; plum 5 bottles; Will the wife write 10,000 words a day?, Orange 3 bottles; Keyi, Xixi Jue 1 bottle;
Thank you very much for your support; I will continue to work hard!
