Chapter 2
Lixin Island was remote and small, so small it was difficult to find on a map; just an indistinguishable black dot.
In recent years, with economic development and the government’s promotion of tourism, the island became known for its natural scenery, transforming from an unknown fishing village into a hidden gem of a tourist destination. Although small, it still had its original inhabitants.
Near the port was the island’s only artificially maintained beach. Usually deserted, it was now crowded with young girls carrying small cameras.
“I never imagined that besides major cities like the capital and Shanghai, which are meccas for chasing stars, the shooting location could one day be such a remote place. I’m so excited haha.”
Outsiders wouldn’t recognize anything from the fansite owner’s photos, but the locals immediately identified the location. Their idols were coming to their doorstep to shoot, a huge surprise falling from the sky, making it hard to resist the urge to go to the port, even if it was just to catch a glimpse.
“I’m so nervous ah ah ah, is that their ship over there?!”
March wasn’t peak tourist season; the port’s boats were mostly idle. Only one was slowly approaching on the clear sea, instantly attracting everyone’s attention.
As the ship docked, fans immediately saw two people on deck.
As it drew closer, their features became clearer, and small gasps uncontrollably erupted.
It was Berlin and Jiang Shuiran from Skye!
After the fog cleared, the clouds parted slightly, revealing some sunlight.
The light seemed to have a preference. When a fan raised her camera to take a picture, a beam of light piercing through the clouds happened to fall on Berlin’s eyes, coating his dark brown pupils with a glassy sheen, even his eyelashes reflecting a light golden color.
The fan who captured this moment couldn’t help but mutter: “My god, I think I’ve seen an angel.”
Inside the ship, Han Yuzhe, curled up in his seat with his eyes half-closed, suddenly twitched his ears, his lips pursed and pressed down forcefully.
A few minutes later, sensing a familiar presence approaching, Han Yuzhe slowly raised his arms, his eyes closed, extending them towards a certain direction in displeasure: “Berlin, someone said you look like an ‘an-gel’.”
The last two words were squeezed out between his teeth, with a chilling and gloomy tone.
Han Yuzhe’s voice was slow, and he added word by word: “I hate angels.”
Berlin, who had been summoned by the staff struggling to handle Han Yuzhe: “?”
What the heck is he doing again today.
He didn’t bother arguing with Han Yuzhe about the meaningless stuff, and directly grabbed one of his arms, trying to pull him up: “Let’s go, we’ve docked.”
Berlin didn’t use much force, and Han Yuzhe cooperated silently, standing up with his help, lazily lifting his eyelids to glance at him.
When sitting down, he was huddled with his shoulders hunched; the black hoodie concealed the light, revealing only a small section of his overly pale and thin chin, giving the illusion of poor health and a weak physique.
Only when he stood up and casually straightened his back did people realize that he was unusually tall and his shoulders were exceptionally broad. Berlin wasn’t short, but he could easily hook Berlin’s neck, rest his arm on his shoulders, and comfortably rest his chin on Berlin’s hair.
The hoodie slipped back slightly as he stood up, revealing his full facial features. Few people had such three-dimensional bone structure; his brow bones were high, his eye sockets deep. Combined with his tall figure and pale skin, he reminded people of the mysterious legends glimpsed in classic Western films, with a striking mixed-race vibe.
Though large, he was like a boneless large dog, lazy yet clingy.
Berlin, unexpectedly restrained, remained unmoved: “…Han Yuzhe, what is the first rule of our agreement?”
Han Yuzhe, with his chin resting on Berlin’s head, seemed about to fall asleep. He was stunned for a while, reluctantly withdrawing his arm, pouting obediently and replying: “Independent walking.”
A staff member observing from the side twitched the corner of their mouth: “…”
Hua Yan, who had come out of his room, didn’t miss this scene.
A hint of red light flashed in his pupils, and he frowned and fumbled at his collar: “Berlin, I can’t find my sunglasses.”
He half-squinted his eyes to adjust to the light, standing in the shadow by the window.
The sunlight, breaking through the clouds, spilled into the cabin, bathing one half of Hua Yan’s shoulder in light, while the other half remained in darkness.
Ink-like shoulder-length black hair hung on his shoulders, forming a striking contrast with the pale, smooth skin of his long neck.
Hua Yan was still wearing his favorite floral shirt today, a vibrant red shirt with black flowers, and black earrings dangling at the bottom of his earlobes, hanging precariously. He had a striking face with peach blossom eyes; whether he was smiling or not, he had a mesmerizing decadent and heroic aura.
When Berlin first saw Hua Yan, he inexplicably imagined a sinister and beautiful venomous snake coiling around a giant tree.
The more beautiful the pattern, the more dangerous the venom dripping from its fangs. A little of the highly corrosive poison would expose the bone.
However, as they got along, Berlin realized that Hua Yan was different from his initial impression.
“Sunglasses?” Berlin, having dealt with Han Yuzhe for the staff, turned his head, silent for a moment before pointing at his own head with a chuckle.
“They’re on your head.”
Hua Yan’s smile froze. He slowly raised his hand and touched the sunglasses perched on his hair, nonchalantly putting them on his nose: “…Oh.”
Han Yuzhe, with both hands in his pockets, turned back to sneer at him before leaving, his mouth twitching annoyingly: “Tsk.”
Hua Yan: “…”
Berlin felt that Hua Yan’s current expression looked like he wanted to throw Han Yuzhe off the ship.
To divert Hua Yan’s attention, Berlin looked around and asked, “Where’s Ayao?”
Hua Yan reluctantly withdrew his deadly gaze from Han Yuzhe’s back, replying without much care: “The restaurant.”
Berlin looked to the sky.
Right, where else could he be?
So before disembarking, Berlin went to the restaurant and brought the lingering Wu Hengyao out.
The fans with their cameras had already gathered at the entrance, excited.
The staff worked efficiently; the cameraman carrying the equipment quickly got off first, and the members soon followed.
The other members weren’t afraid of the cold, wearing thin shirts in early spring.
Only Berlin wrapped himself up unceremoniously, buttoning his long coat to the top.
If possible, Berlin would even wear a woolly hat, but he forgot to bring one when he came out.
Fans: Flashbacks to last year today.
In every airport photo, Berlin was always the only one who looked incongruous with his teammates, as if he was in a different season.
At first, some fans scolded the company: Why did they only let Berlin wear thick clothes? Why not give the other members a jacket too! What if the child catches a cold!
Later, they gradually understood—the company, while stingy, was not so cruel as to not let the children wear down jackets. The styling for the three comebacks were almost identical, and the management was pretty much terrible, like they were planning with their feet.
It was probably some kind of idol baggage. Or perhaps, the members took airport appearances as seriously as walking the red carpet.
Frozen or not, cold or not, handsome is all that matters.
Seeing through it but not saying it, it’s just great marketing, and that’s why Skye was so popular.
As for why Berlin still insisted on wearing clothes according to the season—
Fans: Berlin can wear whatever he wants, he looks good in anything, don’t mention it.
He’s stunning in person. Just those few steps off the boat, it’s like a runway show.
Several fans huddled together, taking pictures and whispering.
“Sigh, I was so naive. When I saw the schedule, I still hoped it was an old stock photo, imagining that Jiang ge had already dyed his hair back to black… I’m really worried that Jiang ge, such a legendary handsome guy, would go bald prematurely.”
“Jiang ge’s genes are too strong, his hair quality and hair follicles are incredibly tenacious. With such light silver hair, wouldn’t black hair show in a few days without dyeing the roots? How often would he need to dye it to maintain that effect for two years? If anyone else did that, their hair would’ve fallen out a long time ago… His temper is also really good, he can even tolerate such a terrible decision from the company without protesting.”
“Kind people are bullied.”
“Isn’t Yao ge wearing colored contact lenses every day? I feel sorry for his eyes. I love it when he wears them on stage occasionally, but why does he wear them privately? Colored contact lenses are bad for your eyes if worn for long periods.”
“Uh, didn’t the company deny that Xiao Wu was wearing colored contact lenses?”
“I don’t believe a word of it. Whose pupils are cone-shaped?”
Berlin was walking in front, and Wu Hengyao followed closely behind him. When the fans were discussing this, he looked down towards their direction.
The fans unexpectedly made eye contact with the person on the screen.
Wu Hengyao had an extremely rare tan complexion in the Chinese entertainment industry.
According to him in an interview, his dark complexion was natural, and with frequent outdoor activities and sun exposure, there was no chance of whitening.
This complexion is hard for anyone to carry off, especially as an idol. Among his peers, who, regardless of whether they actually have fair skin or not, appear fair under stage lights, Wu Hengyao’s tan skin naturally attracts attention, and could easily become a visual disaster.
But he was the exception.
His rough and heroic features were wild and full of energy, and his ice-blue eyes were vaguely cone-shaped upon closer inspection; discussions about whether or not he wore colored contact lenses have never stopped since his stunning debut. He never responded.
Various imitation colored contact lenses were sold out on shopping platforms, fans tried them one by one, yet none could achieve Wu Hengyao’s radiant effect.
Generally, people with dark skin would avoid light hair colors, but Wu Hengyao did the opposite. His bright and dazzling golden hair was like a lightning bolt across the sky on stage.
The fans, through the screen, suddenly made close contact with his eyes, stunned for a long time.
After a long while, she vaguely began to organize her thoughts, trying to describe the shock of that moment.
How should she describe it?
Untamed wildness, an unpolished soul, an unintentionally revealed fierce aura that made one’s heart race.
Those were… the eyes of a wild beast.
She controlled her quickening breath, moving her gaze from the screen to the real people.
Her friend, who was more outgoing than her, was in a completely different state compared to her mind-blanking, speechless nervousness. She looked at Berlin and then at Wu Hengyao with bright eyes: “Little Berlin, Little Berlin, can you sign for me? If you don’t mind, can Yao ge sign together?”
She couldn’t help but look at her friend with admiration: “…”
That’s awesome.
She almost forgot that her friend was a shipper of Berlin and Wu Hengyao.
To boldly ask for a double signature was so bold!!!
Author’s Note:
Here it is!
Thank you to the little angels who gave me a reward or poured nutrient solution between 2022-11-05 15:04:27 and 2022-11-06 22:31:51!
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