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Chapter 82: The Script
When Meng Huo uttered these words, the door was opened, and Lu Xinghuai gave a slight pause to the hand holding the doorknob.
Meng Huo heard his cell phone vibrate lightly, like the system's built-in notification tone.
Lu Xinghuai lowered his head, as if he was checking the message.
Meng Huo put down his phone.
"Miss Lu, are you taking a shower? I just took a shower."
Meng Huo made the bed for himself obediently, and now he sat cross-legged on the ground.
Lu Xinghuai took out a set of pajamas from the cabinet, and nodded lightly.
Meng Huo watched him walk into the bathroom.
Strange, Lu Xinghuai usually has a good bathing habit.
I even took my phone in today.
Meng Huo held his phone and waited for a while. There was the sound of dripping water, but the mysterious male fan hadn't replied yet.
Also, it's New Year's Eve.
Maybe they are accompanying the object!
Meng Huo was about to put down his phone and read the script first.
The phone rang suddenly.
Lu Xinghuai turned on the shower head.
Leaning against the sink, he bowed his head and typed a reply.
Celebrities' private mailboxes are never short of messages.
Whether it's fans' confession or Heizi's abuse.
In most cases, except for those who are too vague, very few stars will watch them one by one after they become popular.
Not to mention replying.
Lu Xinghuai never imagined that this one-way mailbox, which has been sending letters for a long time, would receive a reply one day.
His identity is Meng Huo's little fan.
L010912: "Wow! Is it really me?! [Star Eyes]"
When Meng Huo received the news, he quickly threw the script aside.
"Mmm, yes!"
On the other side, they sent a series of surprise emojis from fans seeing their idols, their joy was beyond words, and they were so excited that they didn't seem to know what to say.
Meng Huo coughed lightly twice, thinking seriously.
I am an idol now, and an idol must have the appearance of an idol, and must act as an example and take the lead as an idol!
Meng Huo felt that he should calm down a little and be the one leading the conversation.
"Hey, I received your birthday wishes before. I just remembered to reply now, I'm really sorry."
L010912: "It's okay, it's okay! I'm very happy that you can return to me, my God, I'm so excited now that it's like a dream!"
"Actually, you were the only person who said happy birthday to me on my 21st birthday. Thank you so much! At that time, I thought that no one in this world might like me at all, and I didn't expect to receive fans.birthday wishes."
Lu Xinghuai's Adam's apple rolled down, and his eyelashes drooped. Because of these words, the whole person stood there silently.
"Then I am so lucky to be your unique and special existence."
Meng Huo's eyes widened suddenly.
Even the slightly pantothenic eyelids were stretched by this sentence.
As expected of his fans!
Look, how can talk!
Lu Xinghuai lowered his head and typed characters one by one.
"There are many people who like you now. There must be more in the future."
"When you celebrate your birthday next year, you will receive countless sincere and warm wishes."
"You are the most beloved person in the world."
Meng Huo stared at these words and was stunned.
The throat also seemed to be blocked by something.
As a star, you must have a strong psychological quality regardless of gains or losses.
There are many people who will come when you are at the bottom and leave when you are at the peak. Maybe there is no grand reason, maybe it is because you are disappointed in you, maybe it is because of reality, maybe it is just past the age of chasing stars, you must focus onmy own life.
Countless fans are increasing every day, and some people must leave quietly.
Meng Huo has always been a very open minded person about this kind of thing.
But he suddenly found himself having an irresistible urge now.
He is irrational.
He almost wanted to ask the only mysterious male fan in the whole network.
Dude, will you always like me?
When there are only five people in the world who like him, this person is the only one in that fifth.
The only one who wished him a happy birthday.
But this sentence, the two big men seemed very hypocritical when they asked and answered.
Before Meng Huo could ask, his heart skipped a beat.
Like is a kind of illusory thing, not qualitative.
I like it today, if can't guarantee it, will climb the wall tomorrow.
Asking is always something a child would do.
But Meng Huo was still curious.
I scratched my lungs with curiosity.
He hugged the quilt and leaned against the door of the bathroom. After a long time, he bowed his head and typed to ask.
"My 22nd birthday, will you still wish me happy birthday?"
He is not so greedy and extravagant forever.
Set a small goal first.
Try to make him like you until the end of this year.
separated by a wall.
Lu Xinghuai exhaled lightly.
In fact, what he said to Lu Yu in the morning was not just to stimulate him.
Meng Huo was an insecure child.
Nor can his words be taken at face value.
Otherwise, it would be easy to ignore what he really wanted to say and ask under his calm appearance.
Just like now, what Meng Huo asked was.
"Will I still receive your blessings on my birthday this year?"
But actually, what he wants to know is...
"meeting."
Lu Xinghuai replied slowly and word by word.
"I will always support you..."
Lu Xinghuai deleted this sentence.
Meng Huo held the phone, feeling a little nervous in his heart.
I'm afraid I won't get the answer I want.
Or he replied that he didn't like it.
And comfort myself, in fact, this is also human nature.
His phone vibrated slightly.
As well as his heart.
L010912: "You can ask me this question every year."
Just like calculus divides complex problems into countless small pieces.
If it is always an illusory concept, then it seems that he can be more certain with 365 days as a unit.
Meng Huo's eyes lit up.
"OK!"
They wished each other a Happy New Year.
There is only the relationship between idols and fans, and if they go further, it seems that there is nothing to talk about.
They are all in the north city, if a male fan asks to meet offline, if they don't keep it together, it may be suspected of a private relationship.
This is not good, not good not good.
After thinking about it, Meng Huo still wanted to give something to express his gratitude, so he asked him.
"Is there anything you want about my surroundings, such as autographed photos, autographed posters, etc., I can send you OvO."
After Meng Huo sent this sentence, he looked at the top of the screen, and it was displayed that "the other party is typing..."
after a long time.
Only then did they reply.
"I have everything I want, can I save this gift quota first, and cash it in later if I have something I like?"
Meng Huo was in a hurry to respond.
Then they said goodnight to each other and went offline.
Holding the script, Meng Huo was still very excited, and it took a long time before he was able to read some of it.
Looking at it, suddenly realized a problem.
Why did Lu Xinghuai take so long in the shower today?
Meng Huo knelt on the ground and knocked on the door lightly.
"Ms. Lu, have you finished washing? Nothing happened, right?"
"It's okay, it'll be fine soon."
Lu Xinghuai's voice was mixed with the sound of water, it sounded gentle and calm, as usual.
Only then did Meng Huo feel relieved and continued to read the script.
After a while, Lu Xinghuai came out of the bathroom.
Even the eyelashes were moist with moisture, and the light woody fragrance was wrapped in heat, and the whole room was filled with Lu Xinghuai's exclusive scent that Meng Huo liked.
Can sleep well again tonight.
Lu Xinghuai gently closed the bathroom door.
He was wearing a set of oatmeal-colored cotton pajamas, and he looked very gentle and soft.
It's a bit the same as usual, but a bit different.
Before he knew it, Meng Huo took a second look.
The clock on the wall went to ten o'clock.
"Sleep?" Lu Xinghuai got on the bed and pressed his finger on the light switch.
Meng Huo closed the script and put it on the bedside.
"sleep."
Lu Xinghuai pressed down lightly with his index finger.
The voice rolled into his characteristic woody and gentle breath.
"Good night."
He lay flat on the floor covering.
Lu Xinghuai's room is equipped with floor heating, the temperature is just right, not cold at all.
The quilt and mat are light, soft and warm, and they are not irritating.
Great for sleeping.
Although he said good night to Lu Xinghuai, Meng Huo was so excited that he couldn't sleep at all.
He turns over.
For a while, he thought that at the dinner table today, the whole family helped him stand out, he didn't have to do anything, he was well protected, and the scumbags and scumbags were tortured to the point where they were beaten to pieces!
Cool!
After a while, I thought about the hand that Lu Xinghuai put on his shoulder when he admitted to the whole family that he was his boyfriend. The boyfriend's protective attitude was full, gentle and safe.
Turn over again.
Still thinking about the taste of the rose petals.
I also think that I have received a new script and endorsement today, and the number of fans is constantly catching up with Lu Xinghuai, and the gap is getting smaller and smaller.
And the chat with the mysterious male fan at night.
Male fans can really chat.
After thinking about it, Meng Huo didn't know that so many interesting and memorable things could happen in just 24 hours.
As a result, Meng Huo was even more excited!
When turning over for an unknown number of times, there was a slight sound suddenly on the quiet bed.
Meng Huo immediately turned into a wooden man.
He said apologetically softly, "Mr. Lu, did I disturb you to sleep?"
Lu Xinghuai sat up from the bed and turned on the bedside lamp. Under the warm and soft light, the texture of his whole body looked softer.
Very, very harmless.
"No, I can't sleep either." Lu Xinghuai stood up the pillow next to him and patted it, it looked very fluffy.
"Do you want to listen to music together?"
Listen to music to help you sleep.
Meng Huo, who was already very excited, naturally agreed.
He hugged the pillow and sat down beside Lu Xinghuai's bed obediently.
Lu Xinghuai plugged a bluetooth headset into his right ear.
The prelude seems to have strings, and it is a lyrical song with a slow rhythm.
Really good for sleep aid.
"Cantonese songs?" Meng Huo raised his eyebrows suspiciously.
He listened to it for a while, and the melody was nice, but he couldn't understand Cantonese.
After listening for almost a minute, Meng Huo could barely recognize a few words.
What "reply", "space", write a letter"...
Meng Huo made up an inspirational story about a child who wanted to be an astronaut and wrote a letter to an astronaut and received a reply.
The eyelids gradually become heavier and heavier.
Meng Huo hugged the pillow and sat more and more crookedly.
"...What song is this?" He asked softly with his eyes half closed.
Lu Xinghuai gently turned off the bedside lamp.
"Quirrell Reeves Reply."
Lu Xinghuai's voice was so soft that it seemed to come from far away.
It was the last voice Meng Huo heard before falling asleep.
Lu Xinghuai slowly put down the pillow, and carried Meng Huo to bed to sleep.
Meng Huo
Like a small animal, it has the instinct to recognize taste.
He turned over and rubbed in the direction of Lu Xinghuai.
Lu Xinghuai looked down at his peaceful sleeping face, and remembered that his idol asked him if this male fan had anything he liked that he could give him.
The corners of Lu Xinghuai's lips curled up slightly.
37-degree real people around.
He already has.
Lu Xinghuai gently took off the Bluetooth headset in Meng Huo's right ear.
Although the music in the earphones is small, it is still playing clearly.
"Knowing that we are separated by space, I still put love into the envelope every day."
"Everyone is afraid of difficulties, tiredness, and emptiness. I have not given up on the whole world, and I have not relaxed."
"Wait until you make an exception and reply to me."