Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

Ling Luo's lips unconsciously curved upwards as she answered the video call.

On the screen, Gu Yang's face, magnified infinitely by the camera, immediately appeared.

He should have arrived at the hotel by now, changed into a set of pajamas with cartoon patterns, and lay face down on the bed with his chin resting on a soft pillow, his cheeks bulging out.

"I've arrived!" His voice came through the receiver, hoarse from the long journey, but still full of energy.

"Yes, I saw it." Ling Luo's voice softened without her even realizing it.

"The bed here is so hard! The pillows aren't comfortable either! It's not as good as the one at home!" Gu Yang said, sounding like a wronged child complaining to the camera.

Ling Luo listened quietly, her smile growing wider.

"What did you do today?" Gu Yang complained, then changed the subject, her eyes sparkling as she stared at the screen, asking without beating around the bush, "Did you miss me?"

This question is direct and frank.

"I've thought about it," Ling Luo replied simply and directly.

Gu Yang's eyes instantly crinkled into two crescent moons with laughter, and he was so happy he was practically bubbling with joy.

Ling Luo chuckled and briefly recounted Zhao Ying's phone call that afternoon, as well as how she had selected two songs for Feng Yuxi.

"Wow! 'Zhu Xian'? That's the one you prepared before? That's great!" Gu Yang was genuinely happy for Feng Yuxi. "And the other one? What's it called?"

"The Sound of Falling Snow" is a rather sad song.

"You wrote a new song again? Ling Luo, you're really, really amazing, but I'm not interested in sad songs at all right now," Gu Yang said, his tone filled with undisguised admiration and pride, as if he had written the song himself, while also expressing his dissatisfaction with always singing depressing songs.

His current state is so extreme that singing sad songs is almost unbearable; it's like experiencing both extremes of joy and sorrow.

"By the way, Minghui won't be able to get here until tomorrow morning. I haven't seen him much lately, so I don't know how his singing practice is going."

Ling Luo thought for a moment, and then remembered that Zhao Ying seemed to have said, "He seems pretty good. Don't worry, he's more dedicated than you."

Therefore, Yang: ......

Okay, that's true. I've been spending a lot of my energy on dating lately.

The two chatted about work for a while, but the topic gradually veered off course.

  

On the other end of the video call, Gu Yang rolled over, hugged a pillow, and rolled around on the bed like a little seal.

"Ling Luo..." He suddenly stopped what he was doing, his voice lowered, and it sounded aggrieved. "This room is so big, I'm not used to sleeping alone."

Ling Luo's heart instantly softened into a puddle of water.

He gently comforted her, "After you finish recording the show tomorrow, take the earliest flight back the day after tomorrow, okay?"

"Hmm...no, it might be around noon," Gu Yang buried his face in the pillow, his voice muffled. "I'm going to pick up Xiao Xin the day after tomorrow, and I'll take her back with me."

"Alright, just ask Yiyi if you need anything. Remember to bring your own water bottle to the recording tomorrow, and don't eat anything from outside, okay?"

"Okay, honey, you're so nagging."

This unfamiliar name struck me like a faint electric current, shooting straight from my eardrums to my heart.

Ling Luo froze, a tingling sensation shooting from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice unconsciously lowered a little: "Yang Bao, say it again?"

"What?" Gu Yang mumbled sleepily.

"That's what you just called."

Gu Yang's brain, which was already on the verge of shutting down, suddenly went off with alarm bells because of this sentence.

I rely on!

What did I just call him?

"ah!!!"

A few seconds later, Gu Yang's cheeks turned bright red at a visible speed on the screen. He buried his face in the pillow, leaving only Ling Luo's red, almost bleeding ear tips.

"Yang Bao~" Ling Luo's voice was hoarse, like a feather gently scratching one's heart.

He didn't rush him, he just waited patiently.

After much fussing, a sound as faint as a mosquito's hum finally came from under the pillow.

"husband!"

Once the words were uttered, the initial shyness gradually subsided, as if it were something that should have been taken for granted.

"Yangbao is so good," Ling Luo said contentedly, looking at the ostrich on the screen. "Are you sleepy?"

"Well, I originally wanted to go see Xiaoxin first today, but Yiyi said it wasn't safe at night and wouldn't let me go out."

Yang Nuonuo complained softly, while Ling Luo listened quietly.

Before long, Gu Yang's voice became nasal and sleepy.

"Honey, will you sing for me... I want to hear you sing..."

"it is good."

Ling Luo didn't refuse. He adjusted his posture, cleared his throat, and began to hum softly into his phone.

"Riding the wind, wandering along the edge of the blue sky"

A cloud fell in front of me.

Shape it into your desired form

... "

Without accompaniment, just the purest a cappella singing, Ling Luo's unique voice, through the electric current, enveloped Gu Yang like a warm current.

"Carrying you, it's like carrying the sunshine."

No matter where you go, it's always sunny.

... "

People always say that light has a million different forms, but Yangbao, your wisp carries warmth and breath.

Once you have gathered your strength and passed through the last layer of mist, you will spread out—sprinkling on the patterns of the bluestone slabs, falling into the folds of the flower buds, letting every inch of land receive your brightness, and letting every gust of wind carry your warmth.

And I am lucky to be surrounded by you.

"Hand in hand"

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps, looking at the sky.

Stargazing

One, two, three, four, connected in a line

... "

The song, like a stream under the moonlight, quietly flows through my heart.

He could clearly hear Gu Yang's breathing gradually becoming steady and long on the other end of the phone.

Ling Luo slowly stopped humming, but did not hang up the video call. Instead, she placed her phone against the cushion next to her, with the screen facing her.

He opened his laptop, listened to the steady, even breathing coming from his phone, and gently tapped his fingertips on the keyboard.

It was as if Gu Yang was right beside him, accompanying him as he worked.

The feeling of emptiness in the empty living room had disappeared, with only the faint light emanating from the phone and computer screens.

He didn't know how much time had passed until his phone warned him of low battery and the phone itself became slightly warm. Only then did he stop what he was doing, look at the screen, and whisper something.

Goodnight, Yangbao.

He hung up the video call and plugged his phone into the charger.

The clock on the wall is pointing to one o'clock in the morning.

the next day.

Ling Luo, who had rested for several hours in the memory palace, opened her eyes on time.

He instinctively reached out to grab something, but only found a cold emptiness.

Ling Luo turned her head and stared at the empty sofa on the other side for several seconds before realizing that she had actually sat on the sofa all night.

Just then, my phone chimed.

He picked it up and saw that it was a WeChat message from Gu Yang.

A selfie.

In the photo, Gu Yang is still wearing his cartoon pajamas, with a few strands of messy hair sticking up. He's making a face at the camera, but his eyes are shining like they're full of starlight.

Below is a line of text.

Yang Bao: [Good morning, honey! I'm going to do my best today! [Striving][Striving]]

Ling Luo looked at the confident "husband" and couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips into a wide smile.

The emptiness in my heart was instantly filled.

His long, slender fingers tapped on the screen.

Ling Luo: [Go for it, little champion!]

Ling Luo put down her phone, got up, and went to wash up and change her clothes.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door; the production crew had arrived.

P.S.: "Starry Sky" is a song written, composed, and sung by Jay Chou. It's a really nice song, and you can search for it and listen to it if you like.