Chapter 29: Chapter 29 “Brother Xiao Chen, Add WeChat~…”

Chapter 29

"Brother Xiaochen, add me on WeChat~..."

It seemed Chi Chen hadn't taken him to kindergarten, and the little one was quite disappointed.

While one shouldn't demand things of others, Chi Chen was very important to him, and Lu Zhishi had assumed he would be like Lu Zhiyu and take him to school.

Chi Chen gently touched his little face—round and plump, the baby fat on his cheeks looked just like a peach from the side.

He said, "I had a competition today."

Lu Zhishi lowered his head even further. "Okay."

A hint of a smile flickered in Chi Chen’s eyes as he added, "I won a prize."

Fat Cheese said weakly, "Brother is amazing." He didn’t forget to give Chi Chen a thumbs-up.

Chi Chen gently pulled him into his arms and rubbed the back of his neck.

Kids grow fast, and Lu Zhishi snuggled in his arms, a small bundle.

Chi Chen said, "The first-place prize is a violin."

Lu Zhishi blinked, looked up at him, and finally realized.

"...F-for me?"

"Mm."

Chi Chen went to fetch it. When he opened the box, inside was a rather small violin.

He took it out and held it up to him—it was just the right size.

Lu Zhishi carefully took it, cradling it in his arms while freeing a hand to stroke it.

It was a truly beautiful violin.

The body was crafted from premium maple and spruce, with smooth, flowing grain; the scroll was intricately carved, like an artistic flower; the strings were taut, and Lu Zhishi didn’t dare touch them.

Chi Chen guided him to try it out.

Lu Zhishi was extremely nervous, and the music he produced was out of tune—it could even be called painful to hear.

He lowered his head, and a hand came to rest on his head, giving a soft rub.

"Everyone sounds like this when they first start learning. It’ll get better with practice."

Lu Zhishi looked up: "Was Brother Xiaochen like that too?"

Chi Chen nodded: "Yes."

"And Brother?"

"He was the same."

Lu Zhishi nodded blankly, then grinned, his big eyes curving like crescent moons.

Chi Chen looked at him, his lips curved into a faint smile.

Evening was tutoring time. Since Lu Zhiyu hadn’t arrived yet, Chi Chen started by previewing the upcoming lessons with Lu Zhishi, especially the foreign language classes.

In his previous life, Lu Zhishi had grown up in a remote, backward village and only started learning a foreign language in middle school.

Starting late, he had a weak foundation and lacked a talent for languages. Despite his hard work, foreign languages remained his worst subject.

Back then, he managed to get into the best university in the country only because his other subjects were nearly perfect. Otherwise, his dreadful foreign language scores would have kept him from even scraping into a top university.

Given another chance, he was determined to master foreign languages!

Ten minutes later, Lu Zhiyu arrived late, his slightly damp curly hair still messy, and took a seat next to Chi Chen.

He looked at his younger brother curiously and whispered to Chi Chen, "What’s wrong with Fat Cheese?"

Why did he look so listless?

Lu Zhishi was slumped over the desk, a kindergarten-level foreign language book cushioning his head.

Hearing Lu Zhiyu’s question, Lu Zhishi silently turned his head away.

Chi Chen said, "He’s tired from studying. He needs a break."

Lu Zhiyu: "Oh, I see."

With that, he opened his textbook and said, "Then help me with my lessons first."

Chi Chen took the textbook and was about to speak when he remembered something. He turned to look at Lu Zhishi.

"If you’re bored, you can practice the violin."

"Okay~" Lu Zhishi slowly climbed down from his chair and carried the violin to the play area.

Lu Zhiyu rubbed his chin. "Dad said he'd buy one for Fat Cheese. You already got him one?"

"Mm." Chi Chen tapped the desk. "Pay attention."

"The last problem is middle school-level material. There are three solutions..."

"Screech— whine—"

"...The formula's on page 75 of the middle school guidebook, centered at point O..."

"Screech screech— thump— whine screech—"

Chi Chen: "..." This is even worse than before.

Lu Zhiyu: "..." Is Fat Cheese sawing wood?

Chi Chen stopped writing. Lu Zhiyu stopped taking notes. They looked up and exchanged glances.

Lu Zhishi played the violin with great effort and concentration, his eyes half-closed, looking entranced.

After playing a segment of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star," Lu Zhishi felt quite pleased with himself. Though it still wasn’t great, he felt he had improved significantly compared to before.

Sensing someone’s gaze, Lu Zhishi turned around curiously. Lu Zhiyu and Chi Chen were still discussing the problem with their heads down.

Lu Zhishi scratched his head—maybe he must have imagined it.

The door knocked. Chi Chen called out, "Come in," and Chi Yuehang walked in smiling. "Let me see who's sawing... Ow!"

Resisting the urge to rub his sore back, Chi Yuehang changed his words mid-sentence: "I mean, who's playing such lovely violin music?"

Lu Zhishi's eyes lit up—he knew it! The violin playing had improved a bit just now.

Meeting the little one's sparkling eyes, Chi Yuehang chuckled.

He walked over, picked up the chubby little kid, first bouncing him to gauge his weight, then nuzzling his soft, chubby cheek: "So it's our Fat Cheese."

Bai Yansheng came in behind him with a tray.

After setting the milk and snacks on the table, Bai Yansheng frowned: "Did you even shave your stubble properly? Did you sanitize? And you're rubbing his face like that."

Chi Yuehang's heart broke. "Wrongly accused! I shaved clean and sanitized—see for yourself if you don’t believe me..."

Bai Yansheng didn’t want to look and pushed him aside, taking the child from his arms.

"Zhishi, have you brushed your teeth?"

"Not yet~"

"Then come downstairs with Uncle Bai to have some cake. Today’s flavor is jasmine."

Bai Yansheng was a doctor. His work stress was high, and after surgeries, his favorite way to unwind was making all kinds of desserts and cakes.

Every time Lu Zhishi visited and Bai Yansheng was home, he got to taste the newest cake flavor right away.

Already stuffed from dinner and worried he wouldn’t sleep well, Lu Zhishi resisted the temptation and only ate a small half-piece.

After eating, he went back upstairs, studied a foreign language for half an hour, then drowsily let his older brother carry him home to sleep.

Half-asleep, Lu Zhishi felt as if he’d returned to the miserable days of being tormented by foreign languages.

Perhaps because he hadn’t slept well, Lu Zhishi couldn’t get out of bed in the morning, whining and struggling to even open his eyes.

Song Qinian came to hurry him again. "Fat Cheese, get up quickly."

"Mmm..." The lump under the covers shifted, as if turning over, then fell still again.

Song Qinian: "..."

Song Qinian: "Fat Cheese, if you don’t get up now, Dad will leave for work and you won’t see him until next year."

The little blanket bundle showed no movement. A minute later, Lu Zhishi sat up abruptly, his hair a mess of unruly curls.

"When did this happen?" Lu Zhishi’s eyes widened, his lips pouting. "No one told me..."

Song Qinian fetched his school uniform from the closet, grabbed one of his arms to help him change, and said, "We did tell you. You weren’t paying attention."

Thinking back, he had just finished studying foreign language and his head was fuzzy—he really hadn’t been listening.

Knowing he was at fault, Lu Zhishi reluctantly accepted reality.

Once he finished washing up, he hurried to the master bedroom, found Lu Tingan wasn’t there, and hurried back downstairs.

Lu Tingan was eating breakfast in the dining room. Seeing the little one come down, he reached out to pull him into his arms, then picked up a bowl of porridge with lean meat to feed him.

"Don’t come downstairs by yourself—it’s dangerous."

"Okay, Dad." Lu Zhishi opened his mouth for a spoonful of porridge, then asked in a muffled voice, "When will you be back, Dad?"

Lu Tingan lowered his head and patted the child’s head.

Children this age grow like weeds—the little one had gotten taller again. He wondered how much more he’d grow by the time he returned.

He said softly, "I’ll be back for New Year’s, to celebrate the new year with our Pang Xiaoyu and Fat Cheese."

Mentioning New Year’s made Lu Zhishi even sadder—it was still so far away.

He wrapped his arms around Lu Tingan’s waist, buried his face in his chest, and said quietly, "You have to call every day."

"Okay, I’ll call you every day."

"Eat well."

"Okay, I’ll eat well, don’t worry." Lu Tingan pinched the child’s cheek and chuckled. "Dad’s clothes..."

Lu Zhishi lifted his face and guiltily wiped the front of his dad’s shirt.

He’d just had porridge, and his mouth was dirty—now he’d smudged it all over Dad’s clothes.

He didn’t mean to.

Ruffling his younger son’s hair, Lu Tingan continued feeding him porridge.

After just two spoonfuls, hurried footsteps pounded down from upstairs—Lu Zhiyu rushed down, hair disheveled, looking anxious.

Seeing Lu Tingan still there, Lu Zhiyu gradually calmed down. Without saying anything, he sat beside Lu Tingan and quietly ate breakfast.

He was a big kid now—he couldn’t cry and fuss like when he was little and make things difficult for his Dad.

As Lu Tingan’s child, even if he didn’t say it, Lu Tingan understood what he was thinking.

He reached out to smooth Lu Zhiyu’s messy little curls. "If you miss Dad, you can come visit with Dad on weekends or during breaks."

Lu Zhiyu’s secretly downcast face immediately brightened at Lu Tingan’s words, beaming with joy.

"Dad, I’ll come find you on the weekend and bring you the most beautiful black tea rose from City A."

Lu Tingan’s heart ached with bittersweet emotion. He smiled and said, "Okay, Dad will wait for you to bring the most beautiful black tea rose from City A."

Lu Zhishi quickly raised his hand: "Me too~"

Lu Tingan thought for a moment. "If your Dad agrees."

His filming location had tough conditions—such a young child might not adapt well.

Lu Zhishi promised Lu Tingan he’d convince Dad to take him.

Speak of the devil—Song Qinian came downstairs dressed, adjusting his suit tie as he said, "How come when I go on business trips, no one seems this reluctant to see me go?"

Lu Zhiyu answered, "Because Dad’s trips are only a week long, but Dad will be gone for a year."

"Dad rarely films movies that take a year," Song Qinian corrected with a smile.

"Every day will feel like a year," Lu Zhiyu said seriously.

Lu Tingan’s lips curved upward. Song Qinian looked resigned: "Alright."

Elementary school didn’t start until next week, so after breakfast, Lu Zhiyu didn’t have to go to school and helped his Dad pack his suitcase.

Lu Zhishi also wanted to see Little Dad off at the airport, but he had school.

Whining, he was ushered into the car by Song Qinian, who buckled his seatbelt. Lu Zhishi was feeling pretty sad about it.

By the time he returned home from school in the evening, Lu Tingan would be gone—no more hugs from his dad who always smells so good.

Little one was gloomy all day.

After class, during break time, Lu Zhishi didn’t feel like playing outside and just lay on the desk, spacing out.

Since he wasn’t going out, Zhao Xiaoxing didn’t want to either and came up close to Lu Zhishi. "What's up?"

"My dad went to work and won’t be back until the New Year..."

Zhao Xiaoxing thought for a moment and also wilted, slumped over the desk. "My mom too..."

Now there were two sad kids instead of one.

The two usually most lively little ones spent the whole day mopey at their desks. Teacher Lily, worried they might be sick or unwell, checked their temperatures, contacted their parents, and updated them.

After school, Song Qinian took the two children to the hospital for a check-up. Aside from Zhao Xiaoxing having lost his appetite a bit, there were no other issues.

Song Qinian got some medicine and took them home.

"Zhao Xiaoxing, have dinner at our place tonight. I’ll take you home after."

"Okay~"

"Your brother and the others look like they went to play basketball."

Song Qinian checked the home surveillance and Lu Zhiyu’s wristband GPS, confirming they were at the court in the villa area, then texted him.

Lu Zhishi watched as Song Qinian sent two voice messages on WeChat. The profile picture of the person on the other end was a pretty light-blue fish, and he felt a pang of envy.

He really wanted a WeChat account too, so he could text Lu Tingan anytime and send him pictures of cool things he saw.

But he was still too young—Song Qinian wouldn’t agree.

Even Lu Zhiyu didn’t get a phone and WeChat until he started elementary school, and he still had to hand them over to Song Qinian at night for safekeeping. The rules were pretty strict.

Lu Zhishi sighed.

Zhao Xiaoxing, not understanding why, patted his back and sighed along. "Haa."

After contacting Pang Xiaoyu, Song Qinian turned to see the two little boys looking so down and decided to keep them busy.

"Fat Cheese, your cabbages are wilting. Why don’t you go water them?"

"On it!"

Lu Zhishi immediately jumped up from the sofa, went into the storage room to grab his little shovel and watering can, and hurried off to tend to his cabbages.

Zhao Xiaoxing followed closely behind, rummaging through the storage room for a long time but only finding a small watering can—no shovel.

Anxious, he ran to the kitchen and tugged on Song Qinian’s pants. "Uncle, I don’t have one!"

Song Qinian: "..."

Song Qinian struggled to keep his pants from falling. "Uncle will find one for you right now."

After washing his hands, Song Qinian found a little pink shovel from a cabinet in the storage room.

Holding the small pink shovel, he frowned in confusion—he had no idea where it came from.

Zhao Xiaoxing, seeing there was a shovel, excitedly tugged at Song Qinian’s pants again. "Uncle, uncle—"

"Alright, alright, here you go..."

Zhao Xiaoxing hugged the pink shovel, grabbed his watering can, and ran out to the front yard, huffing and puffing as he started digging at the cabbages next to Lu Zhishi.

Lu Zhishi: "..."

Lu Zhishi was horrified. "Zhao Xiaoxing! You’re supposed to loosen the soil, not dig up the cabbages!"

"Huh?" Zhao Xiaoxing scratched his head. "Then what do I do?"

"Your hands are dirty—don’t touch your hair." Lu Zhishi brushed the dirt off Zhao Xiaoxing’s hair, picked up the cabbage he’d dug out, and carried it back inside, feeling sorry for it.

"...Dad, use this for soup."

Song Qinian was puzzled. "Why did you dig up the biggest cabbage?"

Lu Zhishi sniffled. "I accidentally dug it up."

Song Qinian leaned down and kissed his forehead. "We lost the biggest one, but there’s still the second biggest. It’s okay."

"Zhao Xiaoxing didn’t mean to—he just wanted to help you."

He said, "Fat Cheese, sometimes friends are much more important than other things. So don’t be mad at Xiaoxing. Daddy will help you plant another biggest one, okay?"

Lu Zhishi understood. He wouldn’t get angry at that silly mushroom-head. He nodded. "I know, Dad."

He handed over the cabbage in his arms. "Make soup with it."

Song Qinian smiled. "Okay, we’ll make soup."

Lu Zhishi washed his hands and went back outside. Zhao Xiaoxing was squatting there, diligently loosening the soil around the cabbages.

When he saw Lu Zhishi return, Zhao Xiaoxing apologized sadly. "I’m sorry..."

"Silly mushroom-head." Lu Zhishi patted his head, picked up his shovel, and went back to huffing and puffing as he loosened the soil.

Hearing the familiar nickname, Zhao Xiaoxing broke into a smile, his round eyes bright and clear, and joined in again, huffing and puffing. "No, I’m not."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I’m not."

"Yes, you are..."

Song Qinian heard them bickering and peeked out to check.

He saw them working together with their shovels, their little heads close together, muttering who knows what—they looked as thick as thieves.

Song Qinian shook his head helplessly and went back to washing his hands and preparing dinner.

The setting sun slanted westward, dyeing half the sky a dusky yellow.

Lu Zhishi fed nutrient solution to the fresh, vibrant cabbages, took Zhao Xiaoxing to wash their hands, and then sat by the front door waiting for everyone.

"I wonder what Dad is doing."

"I wonder what Mom is doing."

Two children missing their parents, cupping their chins, gazed together at the distant sunset.

"Hey, you two little gatekeepers, waiting for me?"

A clear, youthful voice came from not far away, laced with laughter and very familiar.

Lu Zhishi shot up, turning his head and widening his eyes to look around. Spotting Lu Zhiyu walking over, he dashed over to him.

Just before jumping into his arms, Lu Zhiyu reached out a hand to stop him. Lu Zhishi looked up, his eyes sparkling: "I missed you so much!"

Lu Zhiyu laughed heartily, his cheeks slightly flushed with embarrassment.

"It's rare to see Fat Cheese miss me this much."

Having just finished playing ball, he was covered in sweat and didn’t let Lu Zhishi hug him.

He rummaged through his small backpack, pulled out a small bottle of sparkling water, crouched down, and carefully helped him take a sip.

Lu Zhishi threw his head back, took a sip of the sparkling water, licked his lips, his round, big eyes shining.

"It's lychee-flavored~"

Lu Zhiyu smiled and gave him another sip: "Only this much, no more."

Song Qinian was strict; beverages like sparkling water usually weren't allowed for Fat Cheese.

But a sip or two occasionally was fine.

After letting him have two sips, Lu Zhiyu put the small bottle in his hands for him to hold.

Lu Zhishi took it and was about to turn and offer some to Zhao Xiaoxing when he saw Lu Zhiyu take out another bottle.

Lu Zhiyu waved to Zhao Xiaoxing standing over there: "Peach-flavored sparkling water."

"I'll drink, I'll drink~"

Zhao Xiaoxing, clutching his little pink shovel, happily ran over. Just as he was about to take it and try some, Lu Zhiyu lifted the sparkling water out of reach.

Zhao Xiaoxing: "?"

His round, big eyes full of confusion, he clasped his hands together and looked pleadingly toward Lu Zhishi beside him.

Lu Zhishi, holding his own bottle, was also puzzled.

Mean brother, why are you bullying the little one again?

Lu Zhiyu wiggled the sparkling water bottle in his hand. "What do you call me?"

Zhao Xiaoxing blinked, clasped his hands together, and obediently looked up, calling out: "Brother Xiaoyu~"

"Mm, good." Lu Zhiyu patted his round little head and opened the sparkling water for him.

Zhao Xiaoyun, who had caught up, witnessed the whole scene and was both annoyed and amused: "Lu Zhiyu, I saw you bullying my brother from afar."

Lu Zhiyu laughed: "How is that bullying? I just made him call me brother."

Zhao Xiaoyun ignored him and turned to shout: "Chi Chen, Lu Zhiyu is bullying these two little rascals."

Lu Zhishi tilted his head to look over and immediately brightened up.

In the rapid growth phase of youth, Chi Chen was tall and slender, as if shooting up like a weed. His skin was pale, and the black basketball jersey made him appear even fairer. A sports headband of the same color held back his damp, messy bangs. He tucked a basketball under one arm and carried two boxes of desserts in the other hand.

Hearing Zhao Xiaoyun’s words, Chi Chen’s cool glance swept over, and he said coldly: "Lu San Sui, don't you have enough homework?"

The mention of homework gave Lu Zhiyu a headache. He threw his hands up in surrender: "Alright, alright, Teacher Chi, have mercy…"

Chi Chen’s expression remained indifferent as he passed him and walked toward Lu Zhishi.

Stopping in front of him, he crouched down, stopping Fat Cheese from jumping on him, and handed him the small cake: "One each."

Lu Zhishi grinned, his big eyes curving happily as he held the small box: "Thank you, Brother Xiaochen!"

"Thank you, Brother Xiaochen!" Zhao Xiaoxing’s eyes shone brightly.

"You two little snack jars, time to go home and eat." Lu Zhiyu took their little shovels and took them to wash their dirty hands: "Dirty paws."

Lu Zhishi wiggled his little fingers: "No, they’re not~"

Zhao Xiaoxing: "No, they’re not~"

Lu Zhiyu led them inside: "Fine, I am."

Dinner was at the Lu family home. After finishing a bowl of cabbage soup and two bowls of rice, Zhao Xiaoyun took his younger brother’s hand and said goodbye to Uncle Song.

Chi Chen helped tidy up before heading home to wash up. Lu Zhishi quietly trailed after him on his short legs.

Lu Zhiyu: "…" The epitome of covering one’s ears to steal a bell—Fat Cheese.

Lu Zhiyu: "Fat Cheese, where are you going? Come back and take a bath."

As if he didn’t know—this little dirt-magnet had been playing in the vegetable garden all afternoon.

"I’ll be back soon~" Lu Zhishi didn’t look back, quickening his pace.

Chi Chen stopped, scooped him up by the armpits, turned, and carried him upstairs.

He said calmly, "Take a bath first. Being all sticky is uncomfortable. You can come over after washing up; it won’t be too late."

Rejected mercilessly, Lu Zhishi wilted, sitting in the bathtub and letting Lu Zhiyu scrub him down.

"Brother, I can do it myself~"

Lu Zhiyu continued washing without pause, refusing firmly: "No, Dad says you can’t wash properly by yourself."

The little guy was still small, his arms were too short to reach everywhere, often leaving a bit of foam. Besides, he was too young, and he could easily have an accident. A super dad like Song Qinian wouldn’t allow such risks.

Lu Zhishi flushed red: "It’s very clean!"

Lu Zhiyu tilted his head, leaned in closer, and looked into his clear big eyes: "Then what about the foam in your hair last time?"

Lu Zhishi fell silent again, raising his hands and feet obediently as instructed, being perfectly obedient.

After the bath, as soon as his hair was dried, the little one grabbed his schoolbooks and made a run for it to the Chi house.

"Fat Cheese, wait."

Suddenly stopped by Song Qinian, Lu Zhishi blinked, confused. "Dad?"

Song Qinian then took out a small phone.

Lu Zhishi: "?"

Lu Zhishi: "!"

"Is... is this for me?" Lu Zhishi pointed at himself, in disbelief.

"Come get it." Song Qinian nodded. "You can only use it to send messages. No other uses allowed."

It was a special phone designed for young children — small, a bit expensive, but easy on the eyes.

Lu Zhishi hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said he didn’t want it.

In a family with two children, you have to be fair; and sometimes even show more love to the older child. Parents should love the older child more, and in turn, the older child will share that love with their younger siblings.

Even Lu Zhiyu didn’t get a phone until he started elementary school. He couldn’t accept this.

Not only did Lu Zhishi refuse, but he also very seriously told Song Qinian to be fair and not show favoritism, or his brother would feel sad.

Song Qinian looked at his serious little face, still round with chubby cheeks and baby fat, and couldn’t help but laugh.

"Your brother said it himself. Dad doesn’t play favorites."

Lu Zhishi was half-convinced. "Really?"

Song Qinian jerked his chin toward behind him. "If you don’t believe me, ask your brother."

Lu Zhishi turned his head and saw Lu Zhiyu, who had been watching for who knows how long, smiling, the corners of his lips curved up.

Lu Zhishi’s eyes instantly welled up. He threw down his textbook and rushed into Lu Zhiyu’s arms.

Moved beyond words, he cried and sobbed, saying, "Stinky Cheese, the best brother in the world... I’ll make soup for you with the biggest cabbage!"

Tears and snot were smeared all over Lu Zhiyu’s clothes. Lu Zhiyu looked helpless but held the little one gently, comforting him. "Alright, alright, Fat Cheese, my clothes are all dirty now."

After his big cry, Lu Zhishi hugged his new phone and held it up to Lu Zhiyu. "Add, add!"

Song Qinian silently put down his own phone.

—Stinky Cheese. He thought he would be added first.

Lu Zhiyu carried him to the living room to sit, helped him register an account, set his profile picture as a piece of cheese, and his username as "Cheese."

When adding friends, Lu Zhishi’s contact list gained a light blue chubby fish.

"Quick, the very best big brother in the world, I want this."

Lu Zhishi poked at Lu Zhiyu's phone repeatedly, asking him to fill in the contact name.

Lu Zhiyu nodded with satisfaction. "That’s right, I am the very best big brother in the world!"

Finally, after Fat Cheese added Pang Xiaoyu (the chubby little fish) on WeChat, Song Qinian sat waiting primly nearby. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the little one bouncing over excitedly with his phone.

He climbed onto Song Qinian’s lap, Lu Zhishi held up his phone with both hands, eyes bright and clear. "Dad, add!"

Song Qinian suppressed a smile and added a Fat Cheese with feigned reserve, then waited for Fat Cheese to fill in his contact name.

"The most awesome dad in the world!"

For this contact name, Song Qinian was very satisfied. To him, being seen as all-powerful in his child’s eyes was the greatest affirmation — after all, he was the ultimate super-dad.

After adding his most beloved little daddy, Lu Zhishi waited a while, but Lu Tingan hadn’t approved the friend request yet. He must be busy.

Lu Zhishi then took his phone and went to find Chi Chen.

Chi Chen was flipping through a foreign-language classic when he looked up and saw Lu Zhishi walking over with his hands behind his back.

He thought he wasn’t coming tonight.

Chi Chen set down the book, about to start reviewing tomorrow’s lesson with him, when he saw Lu Zhishi pull out a phone from behind his back. The little one looked up at him, eyes especially clear and bright, and said shyly:

"Brother Xiaochen, add- add me on WeChat~"