Host, You're Targeted

I put on my pajamas and pajamas and got into the quilt. After a while, Chi nianxun fell asleep.

Ye Zang looked down at him, lifted his forehead hair, dropped a soft kiss on his brow, stretched his arm and turned off the bedside lamp.

The thunderstorm outside the window has stopped, the gentle night in the quiet dark bedding, clearing all the dust to meet the arrival of the dawn.

Chi nianxun sleeps soundly against Ye Zang's chest.

But I don't know if he has nightmares because he thinks too much during the day.

In the dream, he was covered with black mud, and by the time he noticed, the black had penetrated into his body along the pores of his skin, drawing ugly lines on his skin.

He stood in the center of the light with all the darkness, and people passing by pointed to him. The language pressure from all directions made him unable to lift his head and could only stare at his feet.

The light fell from his head, and the shadow under his feet was a dark mass.

All of a sudden, the shadow under his feet turned into a whirlpool, which seemed to drag him in.

He awoke at the moment when he was about to sink in.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Ye Zang leaning against the pillow and looking at him nervously, with a look of panic and worry.

"Have you had a nightmare?"

Ye Cang saw that he woke up, and quickly rubbed his side, and held him in his arms with open arms.

"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid," Ye Zang said, kissing the corner of his eyes and dissolving all the tears he unconsciously shed with kisses. "I'm here, I'm here."

"I..."

As soon as Chi nianxun opened his mouth, he was crying. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He choked at the thought of things in his dream and couldn't say anything.

"It's OK. It's OK. I'm here, OK?"

Ye Zang held his face, his facial features blurred in the dim light.

Chi nianxun bit his lower lip and nodded hard. He held back his tears and hid himself in Ye Zang's arms.

Ye Zang just patted him on the back and held him tight. He didn't ask him anything about the nightmare.

Chi nianxun did not dare to say.

He felt that he had really become a tortoise. When he met with difficulties, he would hide in his shell. Even when he hid in the sand pit and wanted to leave his sadness in the sand, he would not tell the beach about his worries.

He was afraid that after he said it, he would be depressed because he could not give him enough security when he accepted the beach where he played happily.

He didn't want to disappoint others.

He has missed too much, he has seen too many people leave his world with regret.

When he was five years old, he naively told his father that he would buy a big house in the future. His family would leave the small house and live a good life in the big house.

Then his father died unexpectedly.

After his father died, he cried to his mother and said that he would become his mother's support in the future.

Three months later, he was injured by a bottle of wine and was brought up by his grandparents in a neighboring city.

When he was 15 years old, his grandparents told him the love story between them. They told him that their love started on the stage, but they had never been on the stage since they got married.

In order to fulfill his grandparents' dream and his own dream, he chose to perform.

But his grandfather died when he was 15 years old, and his grandmother died a month before the admission notice was issued.

The first two decades of his life were full of expectation and disappointment.