69novels Chapter 23 I love you, Mom!
Chapter 23 I love you, Mom!
Just kidding! [Grinning face]
Gao Huan did not reply.
A few seconds later, Chen Duling sent another message.
What have you been busy with lately?
[Reading scripts, recording songs.]
Is a new song coming out again?
Not necessarily, it depends.
The song you sent me a day in advance last time
【"Nanshannan"】
I listen to it every day.
[It has been released.]
I know about the single you released on the 18th.
But I still think the demo you sent me sounds the best.
[Because you only sent it to me]
That day was for a trial lesson.
【I know】
But I'm still very happy.
At least you're the first one I've ever heard.
【Is it right?】
【right.】
That's enough.
[To be the first person to hear your new song]
I'm already very satisfied.
Why are you so talkative today?
Because I miss you.
After I sent that message, the other end was silent for about half a minute.
Then another one came.
It's been almost a month since filming wrapped.
Time flies!
【Um. 】
Will you miss me?
【meeting.】
【real?】
【real. 】
Why don't you chat with me?
【busy. 】
You always say that.
Because it's true.
【I know】
You are really busy.
But I really miss you too.
Gao Huan stared at the message and remained silent for a few seconds.
type.
How have you been at school lately?
【good】
[Attending classes, rehearsing, writing papers]
Same as before
But I always feel like something's missing.
What's missing?
[Lunchboxes on set]
[Director Su's "Card"]
【And you】
【...】
I told you, I miss you.
I heard you.
And what about you?
Do you miss me?
【think.】
How many times should I think about it?
How do I count this?
Then describe it to me.
Gao Huan thought for a moment and typed four words.
[I think of it occasionally.]
How long is "occasionally"?
[During breaks from filming, when I get tired of reading the script, or before going to sleep.]
That's enough.
This is enough to comfort myself when I miss you.
What do you think about every day?
【Um. 】
【every day】
[More than once]
Gao Huan did not reply to this message.
Chen Duling posted another message.
Don't feel pressured.
I know you have a girlfriend.
I don't want to ruin things for you either.
I just wanted you to know.
Someone is thinking of you.
That's enough.
【Um. 】
When are you coming to Xiamen?
Not necessarily, there might be work.
Then tell me when you arrive.
I'll treat you to satay noodles.
【it is good. 】
It's a deal then.
You can't lie to me.
I'm not kidding you.
Yes, I believe you.
Go ahead and get busy.
【Good night.】
【Good night.】
Lock screen.
Gao Huan put his phone on the table and leaned back in his chair.
White noise surged from the speaker, and the sound of waves crashing in layers washed over his ears, much like a distant place he had never truly reached.
In his past life, during his years in the orphanage, he learned to eat quietly, walk quietly, and quietly shrink himself into a tiny ball, so small that he wouldn't take up much space and wouldn't be disliked.
No one has ever loved him unconditionally, and he has never loved anyone either. At first, he couldn't, and later, he didn't want to.
That ability is like a severed nerve; you think it can be reconnected, but it's already dead.
Now I have an aunt in this lifetime.
When I was ten, my parents' car accident shattered my world into pieces. It was my aunt who picked up the pieces one by one and pieced them back together to make a living world.
But after he awakened his memories of his past life, he found it even more difficult to get used to.
The flowers bloomed around him, warm and soft, each with its own fragrance and thorns. He could see them and even reached out to touch them, but a voice in his heart always said: You don't belong here.
Just like now, the sound of the tides rises and falls, crashing against non-existent reefs.
As he listened, he felt that the voice sounded like some ancient language, speaking sentences he could never translate.
He closed his eyes.
I went over the conversation in my mind.
Naza's enthusiasm, Yang Mi's probing, Meng Ziyi's coquettishness, and Chen Duling's restraint.
Four temperatures.
He recalled the 1123 theory.
1-2-3.
Girlfriend, lover, bed partner.
Naza is my girlfriend.
Chen Duling is his lover.
Mencius meant bed partner.
What about Yang Mi?
Gao Huan opened his eyes, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
Yang Mi does not belong to this sequence.
She got married.
No matter what she thinks, he won't touch her.
Partly due to morality, but more so because it is not exclusive.
The entertainment industry is most afraid of trouble, but he doesn't seem to care much about it.
The system dashboard in front of him reminded him that not turning it off meant he wasn't cheating.
Love? I love you, Mom's twisted dough sticks!
He just wanted to make a tiny, tiny mistake in the flower field...
Yangyang Jin knocked on the door again and came in.
"Brother Huan, the car is ready. We've arranged to meet Chen Zhixi at 7 o'clock."
"Walk."
Gao Huan picked up his coat and walked out of the office.
As the elevator descended, he took out his phone and glanced at Weibo.
The number of followers is still increasing.
The hashtag #MedalMV# is still trending at number one on the hot search list.
In the comments section, fans were still spamming the chat.
He casually flipped through a few.
"Gao Huan has surpassed 10 million followers! We did it!!!"
"From 'Gu Jian Qi Tan' to now, I've witnessed every step of his journey, and it's so touching."
"This is just the beginning; Huan-ge deserves much more."
"#Gao Huan's fans surpass 10 million##Medal##Gao Huan#"
He locked the screen.
The elevator arrived at the first floor and the doors opened.
A cool night breeze was blowing.
Gao Huan got into the car and leaned back in his seat.
Yangyang Jin, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced back at him.
"Brother Huan, Meng Ziyi just messaged you again, asking if you're coming tomorrow."
"We'll talk about it tomorrow."
"it is good."
The car drove out of the parking lot and merged into the traffic flow of Beijing at night.
When Gao Huan closed his eyes to rest, the faces of the girls he had talked to that day floated into his mind.
Naza's smiling tears, Yang Mi's ambiguous smile, Meng Ziyi's coquettish voice, Chen Duling's restrained yet gentle words, and Dilraba's cheerful yet earnest promise.
Five people, five colors.
Like five different flowers, blooming on the banks of his river.
He remembered an old song.
Pu Shu's "Those Flowers".
"They must be old now. Where are they now? I'm lucky to have been there for them when they were young."
Gao Huan opened his eyes and looked at the neon lights flowing outside the car window.
The corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
They will never grow old.
At least in the fields of his 1123 theory, those who do not leave will bloom forever.
My phone vibrated again.
That was the last message Nazha sent.
【elder brother】
I'm especially happy today.
[Because you've surpassed 10 million followers]
[It was also because you sang "A Little Happiness" for me]
I'm going to write this down.
[11 month 12 day]
Another anniversary for us.
Gao Huan looked at the message and typed two words.
【childish.】
The other party replied instantly.
[So childish]
What's wrong?
Don't you like it?
【like.】
Is there anything you want to say to me today?
Gao Huan thought for a moment and typed nine characters.
[Nazha is the most beautiful, thank you for being by my side.]
The other side remained silent for about ten seconds.
Then a voice message was sent.
Click to open.
Naza's voice trembled slightly, but she laughed happily.
"You're the most handsome too~ I'll always be by your side!"
After listening, Gao Huan locked the screen.
Put your phone in your pocket.
The car was still moving forward.
Yangyang Jin turned around: "Brother Huan, Chen Zhixi said she also brought the first draft of the script for 'Detective Chinatown' and wants you to take a look at it tonight."
Gao Huan nodded: "That would be even better."
……
Beijing, East Third Ring Road.
Chen Zhixi booked a Cantonese restaurant, hidden in an office building opposite the Zhaolong Hotel. The storefront was small, and the privacy was excellent.
When Gao Huan arrived, Chen Zhixi was already in the private room.
She was wearing a black knit sweater, her hair was tied in a low ponytail, a script was spread out in front of her, and a cup of Pu'er tea that had gone cold was next to her.
Hearing the door open, she looked up and chuckled softly:
"You're here, have a seat."
Gao Huan walked over and sat down opposite her.
Yangyang Jin followed Chen Zhixi in, greeted him, and then sat down next to him.