sjar Chapter 61: Interacting with the 3rd Child
Chapter 61: Interacting with the 3rd Child
Yan Wenyu leaned closer to the microphone, his pale red lips moving slightly. The voice that flowed from his mouth was as elegant and melodious as a cello, magnetic and captivating.
He is currently singing the theme song for the upcoming movie "Dear, Come Home," which he wrote independently, both the lyrics and the music. The song shares the same title as the movie.
The lyrics are filled with longing and sorrow, confusion and helplessness, hiding endless pain and yearning.
Searching again and again, rushing to places again and again, only to be disappointed time and time again.
Countless people shed tears in the darkness, their faces wet with tears.
Jiang Liwu was given two glow sticks, and when Yan Wenyu sang the climax, the glow sticks lit up with a blue light.
The glow sticks lit up the darkness, like a sky full of stars, a dazzling galaxy.
"Go home, go home, go home, dear, come home quickly..." Accompanied by Yan Wenyu's highly infectious calls and shouts, the lit glow sticks seemed to illuminate hope and light up the way home.
It's as if it's saying, "I'll go home, I definitely will."
Yan Wenyu used this song to express his sorrow, resentment and regret. The intense emotions climbed up Yan Wenyu's clear and aloof eyes, which were disgusted with everything in the world. His eyes were red at the corners, and his eyes reflected a faint silver water mark.
He had a family twenty years ago.
But happiness is always fleeting.
He lost his stepmother and has had no home since.
He missed his stepmother terribly, and longed to go back to the past, to the moment when his stepmother took his hand and led him home.
He wanted to go home...
But Yan Wenyu knew perfectly well in his heart that his dream of going home would never come true.
As he uttered the last word, Yan Wenyu's lips trembled, his voice hoarse and strained.
He lowered his head, and strands of hair falling across his forehead obscured his dark, red eyes.
A thunderous applause erupted in the audience, and people in the front row started throwing plush toys onto the stage.
Jiang Liwu was being looked after by several girls. Her glow stick was taken away, and a light blue rabbit doll was stuffed into her arms.
The doll, with its rabbit teeth and rosy cheeks, was both adorable and cute, its fur incredibly soft. Jiang Liwu's eyes lit up at the sight of it, and she liked it very much.
"Sister Wu, why don't you throw one at Brother Yu too? Brother Yu really likes plush toys."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Liwu was stunned for a moment, recalling the scene of her using a doll to coax six-year-old Yan Wenyu.
A gentle smile crept across her lips, and the next second she tossed the doll toward Yan Wenyu.
Just then, Yan Wenyu gracefully stood up from the stool. The rabbit plush toy flew over and bumped into his arms. Yan Wenyu looked somewhat surprised, but his hand instinctively caught the rabbit and held it in his arms.
The scene sparked another wave of excitement, with the cameras of the fans in the front row flashing incessantly to capture the moment.
"Holy crap, which brat threw that accurately? Her arm strength is like an ox's."
"Please throw one for me too, don't force me to kneel down and beg you."
"Ahhhh, honey, you're looking over here! Honey, you're looking at me! Quick, hold me up so I don't faint from lack of oxygen and have to be carried out! I need to get some medicine before we get out!!"
Yan Wenyu looked in the direction the rabbit doll had flown from and his eyes met Jiang Liwu's from below the stage.
At that moment, a ray of light swept across Jiang Liwu's head, making her eyebrows and eyes appear even more prominent and striking.
The familiar features resembled the person in Yan Wenyu's memory. Yan Wenyu's heart skipped a beat, a dense, chaotic, and electric sensation rippled through him. His eyes widened suddenly, and he stood there in shock.
His body moved faster than his brain could process, and Yan Wenyu strode forward.
As Yan Wenyu approached, a large number of fans stood up and instinctively tried to push forward, one on top of another, their eyes burning with a ghostly green light, as if they wanted to devour Yan Wenyu alive, as hungry as a zombie apocalypse.
Seeing the surging crowd of fans that was about to get out of control, Xiang Rui immediately stood up and told the fans to step back and sit back in their seats to avoid any incidents.
As soon as Yan Wenyu began his unusual behavior, countless tall and strong bodyguards quickly formed a human wall below the stage, holding hands.
Xiang Rui's words did bring the fans back to some sense of reason. Thinking of Yan Wenyu's severe mysophobia that led to shock, they hesitated and stopped pushing forward, but they were still extremely eager to do so.
Xiang Rui, the mother, was extremely worried. In the past, Yan Wenyu did not interact much with fans and always maintained a distance. He was a well-known high-and-mighty flower in the industry, unapproachable and only to be admired from afar. Why did he take the initiative to come down from the altar today?
He immediately appeared beside Yan Wenyu, protecting him tightly, his eyes fixed sharply on Jiang Liwu and his group, to prevent anyone from acting out of character.
However, he did not expect that the first person to 'unleash his beastly nature' would be Yan Wenyu.
Yan Wenyu reached out, seemingly wanting to touch Jiang Liwu's mask.
Xiang Rui's eyes widened in shock, his expression filled with terror, and he suddenly let out a sharp shout, "Brother Yu, you want to sign this Little Universe, right?!" Little Universe is Yan Wenyu's fan name.
Yan Wenyu has never been involved in any scandals. If this scene were to be spread by someone with ulterior motives, who knows what kind of rumors would be spread by various unscrupulous marketing media outlets.
Furthermore, Yan Wenyu's obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) manifests as a particular aversion to contact with women, and the incidence rate is extremely high.
Xiang Rui didn't know why Yan Wenyu was so averse to women. He had only heard that Yan Wenyu had this strange illness since childhood and that it was incurable.
Yan Wenyu's hand paused, and Xiang Rui's call brought him back to his senses. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing twice. Yes, the person in front of him only resembled his stepmother in appearance, but could definitely not be his stepmother. Even with this thought in mind, Yan Wenyu still couldn't calm down when he looked at the person in front of him up close.
He followed Xiang Rui's words and asked Jiang Liwu, "Do you want an autograph?"
Jiang Liwu replied with a smile, "Yes."
When Jiang Liwu reached into her clothes, she realized that she had neither a pen nor paper with her, and she felt a little embarrassed.
Seeing this, Yan Wenyu took a pen from Xiang Rui, his gaze deep and clear as he looked at Jiang Liwu's mask. He moved his hand closer again, his fingers gently touching Jiang Liwu's face through the mask. "Can you sign here?"
To accommodate Yan Wenyu and Jiang Liwu, they turned their faces to the side so that it would be easier for them to sign their names.
Yan Wenyu leaned closer, his handsome and refined face possessing a certain aggressiveness; from certain angles, the two even looked like they were kissing.
That's right, that includes Xiang Rui's angle. Xiang Rui's wide eyes widened even more, and a sharp bang came from his chest. At this moment, he just wanted to slap himself twice for asking for an autograph.
Brother Yu, living father, just say you've been possessed by someone's soul.
Xiang Rui could already imagine the trending topic ten minutes later.
The fans had never seen Yan Wenyu's signature so ambiguous before. They were immediately aroused, their faces flushed red with excitement, and their screams were sharp and hoarse. They used all their might to shake the ceiling of the venue.