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Yun Miao was gesturing with her hands to show the direction of the wedding dress when Su Lingyi's voice sounded behind her.

"If you're interested, you can try drawing it."

Yunmiao turned around.

Su Lingyi and Sheng Yinian had entered at some point and were standing at the entrance of the exhibition hall.

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

Yun Miao didn't refuse; in fact, she had been eager to try it for a while.

She walked to the worktable and picked up the pencil on the table.

First, she sketched out the outline of the wedding dress, and then she bent down to draw the pattern on the cuffs.

The curves of the cloud-shaped shoulder, the flow of the lotus vines... each stroke falls onto the paper.

Su Lingyi's gaze followed the neat strokes of her pen, and a hint of amazement gradually appeared in her eyes.

She couldn't help but look at Sheng Yinian.

Sheng Yinian didn't look at her; his gaze remained fixed on the little girl holding the paintbrush.

Su Lingyi smiled and looked away.

After Yunmiao finished drawing, she put down her pen and took a step back, a little embarrassed.

"My drawing is not very good, please excuse it."

Su Lingyi didn't comment on whether the painting was good or bad; she just stared at her.

"I'm setting up a new studio in Beijing this September. Would Miss Yun be interested in joining?"

Yun Miao didn't waste a second.

"have!"

Twenty minutes later, I came out of the courtyard.

Yunmiao felt as if she were floating in mid-air.

After getting on the bus, she leaned back in her seat, staring at the ceiling, grinning foolishly and laughing silently.

Sheng Yinian raised his hand and ruffled her hair.

She immediately covered her head with both hands.

"Don't touch me, the dream will end!"

Sheng Yinian's hand froze in mid-air. He looked at her for two seconds and chuckled softly.

He grabbed her waist with both hands, lifted her from the seat next to him, and pulled her directly into his arms.

"As long as you love this dream, you'll never wake up."

Yunmiao looked up with an expectant expression.

"real?"

"Um."

She buried her face in his chest and nuzzled around haphazardly.

"I love it, I love it so much, I love it so much... so much!"

Sheng Yinian's shirt collar was bent crooked from her pushing, but he didn't stop her.

Afraid she might bump into something, he lightly placed his hand beside her head, which was darting around, letting her do whatever she wanted in his arms.

Xu Chuan, in the driver's seat, didn't dare to look into the rearview mirror once, but silently raised the partition.

The next day, Yunmiao ate her way through the entire port city.

Hong Kong-style milk tea, pineapple bun, roast goose, stir-fried beef noodles, fish balls, egg waffles, shark's fin soup...

No matter where she goes, she's never really interested in beautiful scenery, but she absolutely has to enjoy the best food.

On the morning of the third day, she ate pineapple buns again and then returned home satisfied.

We arrived in Beijing at noon.

After lunch, Yunmiao went back to her bedroom to sleep.

at the same time.

The VIP interior of a private aesthetics center.

The lights were dimly lit, and the air was filled with the subtle fragrance of premium essential oils.

Sheng Shichen lay on the nursing bed with a high-end bio-cellulose mask on his face, one of which was worth a month's salary for an average person.

On the instrument table to the side, there were several pieces of equipment whose names I didn't know.

The probe emits a cool blue light, which is said to be able to penetrate deep into the skin to stimulate collagen regeneration.

Two nurses were standing next to him; one was giving him a lymphatic drainage massage, and the other was operating a cell revitalizing device.

He closed his eyes, looking completely relaxed.

Several young men were sitting on the sofa.

One of them sat with his legs crossed, holding a cup of health tea, tilting his head to look at Sheng Shichen.

"Brother Chen, you seem to have changed a lot since you came back."

Sheng Shichen didn't open his eyes; his lazy voice came from under the face mask.

"Yes, the air in the Northwest is fresh, and the soil and water are good for people."

"Tsk tsk, I knew it! Although it's remote over there, the environment is great, a natural oxygen bar, unlike us, who breathe in car exhaust every day."

Another man also became interested.

"Brother Chen, how are you doing over there?"

Sheng Shichen slowly opened one eye, looked at him for a second, and then closed it again.

"It's alright, it's just about experiencing life, walking in the desert, watching the sunrise and sunset, planting trees, and cultivating one's mind and body."

"Although the conditions there were a bit tough, the people had a particularly good spirit. I stayed there for a while, and it helped me settle down."

The man gave a thumbs up.

"Brother Chen, you're amazing! What do you eat and where do you stay over there?"

Sheng Shichen was silent for two seconds, seemingly recalling something.

"Although we live in a regular dormitory, it's clean, and you can see the desert sunrise when you open the window."

"As for food, the local people grow their own vegetables, which are green and pollution-free and can't be bought in the city. Sometimes we eat with the herders, eating meat in big bites and drinking tea from big bowls."

The man listened intently, a longing appearing in his eyes.

"Wow, this is the kind of life a man should live! Brother Chen, next time you go, can you take us with you?"

Sheng Shichen remained silent for a moment, then gave a meaningful "hmm".

The man took it as a yes and happily kept it in mind.

"By the way, Brother Chen, I also heard you planted quite a few trees over there?"

"There are only a few thousand trees, I didn't count them carefully. When it comes to planting trees, the number isn't important, what matters is the sentiment."

The word "awesome" was already clearly visible in the man's eyes.

"Brother Chen, did you have any romantic encounters over there? Were there any beautiful ladies in the desert?"

"I'm going there to cultivate my mind and character, not to find love."

"Oh, so there isn't one."

"Who says there aren't? The trees I planted are all growing very well now; they are my most beautiful romantic encounters."

Everyone in the sofa area burst into laughter.

"It sounds great in every way, but the brothers really miss you since we can't see you."

"Yeah, Brother Chen, look, even our great actor Wei made a special trip to Beijing to see you."

Wei Jin sat in the corner of the sofa, his gaze fixed on the cover of a fashion magazine on the coffee table. He didn't say a word from beginning to end, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

Sheng Shichen turned his head and glanced at him.

"Wei Jin, if you're here to see me, just say something. If you're here to freeload on my treatments, please sign something and I'll have the receptionist give you a membership card."

Wei Jin raised his eyes and looked at him with a half-smile.

"You really want me to tell you?"

"Alright, you can continue sitting here."

-

At 3 p.m., Yunmiao woke up from her afternoon nap.

The phone on the bedside table vibrated twice.

She groped her way over, squinting as she glanced at him.

It's a group chat called "Flooding Jinshan Temple".

Xia Xixi posted a link with a comment below.

Please like, share, and comment to help me get on the trending page.

Yun Miao yawned and typed: 【Mr. Yun Miao】

Lin Shuhe also chimed in: 【Yes, sir】

This is standard procedure.

Xia Xixi makes this kind of show every now and then.

He's either helping Fei Luobai climb the charts or fighting with Wei Jin's fans.

Yunmiao had developed muscle memory; opening a link, liking, commenting, and sharing all in one smooth motion.

After she finished sharing, she was about to exit when her gaze inadvertently swept over the main text of the post.

[@WeiJin, did your fans know that you confessed your feelings to a high school graduate and were rejected on the spot?]

Yunmiao's eyelids suddenly opened.

It's not an abbreviation, not a homonym, not "a certain male celebrity surnamed Wei," it's the blatant @WeiJin.