The sick beauty became popular after she brought her ex to the show

Su Ye listened to Su Lan's words, and loosened his fingers that were grabbing his trouser legs one by one. His fingertips hung loosely in the air, but he still maintained the posture of holding something.

Su Lan sat beside him patiently. After saying this, she calmed down and waited for Su Ye's answer.

Before Su Lan looked over, the pair of beautiful amber eyes moved away, with their gaze floating in the air. Su Lan took a light breath and watched, and found that although Su Ye's gaze was vague, it had a clear focus.
I don’t know what I was looking at. It was like I was looking at some kind of phantom condensed in the air that no one could capture except Su Ye.

After a while, Su Ye moved his lips, "If Sister Lan wants to arrange it——"

"Xiao Ye." Su Lan interrupted Su Ye, "You are not the only artist in the company, and it's not that we can't find a schedule. It's not to the point where you have to take over."

The corners of Su Ye's lips moved slightly, as if he pursed his lips imperceptibly, as if he was restraining something.

Lidya Su looked at him carefully.

Su Ye's eyes, which had been floating in the air, had retracted and fell on his own knees. He listened to Su Lan's words without expressing any further opinions.

"If you really don't want to act, Xiaoye, I will turn down Director Ji Ru. You don't have to worry about anything else." Su Lan said slowly as if chatting.

Does Su Ye really not want to act? Su Lan thinks not necessarily.
But Su Ye always seemed to be afraid, avoiding, or wary of something. He stayed in his own little corner, hesitating, and never dared to take a step forward.

Su Lan felt very distressed, but there was nothing she could do.

There are some things that others can't help with. All she can do is to maintain Su Ye's emotions, let him live a comfortable life as much as possible, do what he wants to do, and refuse to do what he doesn't want to do, as long as Su Ye can be happy.

Xiaoye had a very hard life in the past.
It was so bitter that when Su Ye smiled, Su Lan's heart ached.

When Su Lan went to pick up Su Ye, she once asked the neighbors nearby. They all said that the child next door was a little crybaby. Every time they saw him, he was either wiping tears or had red eyes. She didn't know where he got so much water in his body to cry.

But after leaving there, Su Ye seemed to have changed a lot.

At least in Su Lan's memory, she had almost never seen Su Ye cry. She even once suspected that the neighbors at that time might have remembered the wrong person and were actually talking about other children.

The only time I saw Su Ye cry was the day she left Nanshi.
But that day, Su Ye had an asthma attack and was in great pain. It was difficult for Su Lan to tell whether the tears on Su Ye's face were physiological tears caused by difficulty breathing.

"The name your mother gave you is really..." It fits Su Ye's long life trajectory too well.
Su Lan couldn't help but sigh when she thought of these past events.

When Su Ye heard this, his eyelashes moved slightly. Thinking of his past name, he frowned and quickly let go.

In my memory, my mother Su Yun’s words seem to ring in my ears, with a very warm smile. After so many years, they sound like a tape with no sound.

[Is there too much water in the name?]
Su Ye closed her eyes, then opened them again, "Sister Lan, let's forget about Director Ji."

Su Lan was a little disappointed, and her shoulders slumped slightly with a sigh, but she didn't say anything. "Okay."

If Su Ye could star in Ji Ru's work, it would be a rare opportunity for him, which could directly raise his overall status.
Moreover, Su Lan was also happy to let Su Ye join the group and come into contact with more people and things.

But if Su Ye doesn't want to, then this is the only way.

But Su Lan still had a small question in her mind and wanted to confirm it, "Xiao Ye, why don't you want to act? Is it because Xi Yu will also be in the show?"

When it comes to Xi Yu, Su Ye was unwilling to lie or make excuses, as if he was guarding the last obsession in his heart.
He did not answer the question directly, "I just feel that Director Ji Ru can find better actors."

Lidya Su was slightly startled. "Why do you think so? I heard from Xiao Meng that your acting skills at that time were highly praised by the other two judges."

Another compliment, Su Ye felt even more embarrassed, his ears almost burning with shame.

Acting skills, he doesn't have any acting skills.
He has never acted at all.

He just took advantage of a loophole that only Su Ye and Xi Yu knew about.
The more he was praised, the more ashamed Su Ye felt.

Su Ye couldn't help but think over and over again, wondering if an opportunity that originally belonged to someone else was snatched away by him in such an opportunistic way?
Why should he?

"Aunt, actually, my acting skills are not that good. The effect at that time was just a coincidence." Su Ye spoke with his eyes lowered, as if he had made up his mind.
"Although that part was favored by Director Ji Ru, if I were asked to try other roles, my true colors would definitely be exposed."

"Really?" Su Lan felt a little strange. She didn't know why Su Ye thought that the amazing rivalry was just a coincidence, but she didn't delve into it.

"Okay, let's just say that acting opposite someone was what you called a 'coincidence'. Was your performance in your first scene also a 'coincidence'?"

Su Lan looked into Su Ye's eyes very seriously.
"Isn't the first scene the result of your careful consideration?"

Su Ye was stunned.

Su Lan continued, "In my opinion, I can't say how good your acting skills are, Xiaoye, but I will never doubt Director Ji Ru's vision. She has her current status in the industry, and she definitely doesn't choose actors based on 'coincidence'."

Su Ye's amber eyes moved.

Su Lan smiled, "Or do you think Director Ji Ru's vision is so shallow that she could be fooled by a 'chance' performance of an artist with zero experience?"

She patted Su Ye's shoulder and said, "It's not that I don't believe in you, but in terms of professionalism, Director Ji Ru must have more say. Since she thinks you are OK, then you must have some merits. Why belittle yourself?"

Su Ye stopped talking, and his fingers tugged at the soft and thick crotch of his cream-colored trousers. The pure cotton crotch was almost deformed by his pulling.

Lidya Su clapped her hands, and the smile on her face suddenly faded and her brows furrowed.

Su Ye didn't look up, and didn't see Su Lan's expression. He just heard Su Lan speak to him in a very ordinary tone, "Xiao Ye, did you see those negative comments on Weibo tonight?"

Su Ye nodded with his head down, his long hair swaying, "I see."

Although he didn't see much, there were always fans with "Ex" nametags under the comments who kept putting weird emoticons in the comments to cue him, which made Su Ye couldn't help but interact with the comments very seriously, and he didn't pay too much attention to other things.

But after all, Shen Meng and Su Lan were also there. After seeing their reactions, he took a quick look and basically saw all the major negative comments.

Su Lan's brows furrowed even tighter.
I see, how come you don’t have any temper at all?

The words spoken by that group of people on the Internet were extremely nasty, and even Rabbit would be anxious after reading them. However, Su Ye did not say anything at the time.
Even she was so angry that she complained a few words to the public relations department over the phone.

Su Lan spoke slowly, "Xiao Ye, you're not angry?"

Su Ye still lowered his head slightly, stroking his wrinkled trouser legs with his fingers. Hearing this, he said "Hmm?" "Not bad."

Lidya Su began to feel uncomfortable.
Thinking about what Su Ye had just said, she suddenly had a guess.

"Xiao Ye." Su Lan patted Su Ye's shoulder gently, which was rare. Su Ye looked up in response, his eyes slightly open, revealing silent doubt.

Lidya Su sighed, speaking word by word.
"You don't think that those insults against you are actually nothing, so you have remained silent?"

Su Ye's slightly opened eyes suddenly froze, and his gaze subconsciously moved away again. His lips murmured silently, but he didn't say anything complete.

That's how he felt.
Lidya Su was extremely certain in her heart, and she felt angry and distressed.

Su Ye had seen the comments of those netizens, some of whom called him an unknown, some called him an ungrateful person, some accused him of being on the show just to take advantage of Shu Ling's popularity, and some even confused right and wrong and accused him of stealing Shu Ling's role.

Lidya Su was so angry that her head hurt.

Why didn't she find out sooner?
Given Su Ye's personality, it is entirely possible that he has this kind of train of thought.

Although he agreed to be on the show, he vaguely felt that he was just riding on the popularity of others. Even though he was appreciated and invited by the sharp-eyed Ji Ru, he couldn't help but wonder if he had robbed others of their opportunities.

What about himself? Has Su Ye never thought about himself?

"Su Ye." Su Lan was rarely so angry, and she called Su Ye's full name very seriously.

Su Ye felt that the atmosphere was not right. He couldn't help but let go of his hands that were wrapped around his knees and placed them carefully on his knees. His snow-white toes, which had been stuck in the soft sofa just now, no longer exerted force and suddenly loosened and hid in his trouser legs that were long enough to reach his instep.

".Yes, aunt." Su Ye's eyes drifted towards Su Lan, and he responded in a low and honest voice.

Seeing him like this, Su Lan was furious just now, and now she felt like she had no place to vent her anger.

She took a deep breath and looked at Su Ye very seriously.
"Remember, you haven't let anyone down, okay?"

The fingers on his knees moved and then loosened.
Su Ye did not respond.

Su Lan's heartbeat suddenly started to speed up.
Did she immediately grasp the most serious problem with Su Ye?

Did Xiaoye always think this way? Did she feel that he was sorry for others?

Lidya Su felt her heart rate suddenly soar, and it was hard to tell whether she was angry, nervous, or sad.
"Xiao Ye, why don't you answer me?"

Su Ye still didn't say anything.

Su Lan said slightly harshly, "Xiao Ye!"

Su Ye's lips finally moved, but the words he said made Su Lan's heart clenched.
"But auntie, I have indeed let down many people."

Su Ye muttered to himself, scratching his knees through his trousers with his fingers in a self-motivated manner.

His mother, Su Yun.
Su Lan came to pick him up.
Oril is a teammate who works hard together.
The fans who once placed infinite wishes on him.

and also--

"I'm sorry Xi Yu."
Su Ye finally said out loud what had been in his heart for a long time.

Ji Ru praised the emotions expressed during the rivalry as layered and profound.
Because for Su Ye, there were mixed feelings of surprise and disbelief at the reunion, as well as guilt and nervousness, to the point that he even dared not look Xi Yu in the eye.

Hearing this answer, the expression on Su Lan's face relaxed slightly.
As expected, it was also because of Xi Yu.

Su Ye's knuckles turned slightly white.
He was afraid that he would hurt Xi Yu again.

Su Lan sighed and put her arm around Su Ye's shoulders again.
This child always thinks too much, and his excessive thoughts become a cage that imprisons him where he is, unable to go anywhere.

"But Xiaoye." Su Lan spoke, saying the most natural words that anyone should be able to understand, "Whether you deserve it or not is not something you can judge unilaterally."

Su Ye finally looked at Su Lan again, his eyes confused and cautious.

Su Lan said patiently, "You can't draw conclusions on behalf of Xi Yu, and then because you are afraid, you don't even want to give others a chance."

The look in Su Ye's eyes when he looked at Su Lan was innocent, bright, and a little hesitant, which made Su Lan vaguely recall the first time she met Su Ye.

The man curled up on the sofa with his legs crossed now seemed not to be the handsome young man of 25 years old, but the child who stood in front of the old building many years ago, listening to her quietly.

"By doing this, you may be doing justice to Xi Yu, but are you doing justice to yourself?"

Su Lan gently pinched Su Ye's shoulder.

The child's eyes shook and he turned back into a handsome young man of twenty-five.

Lidya Su sighed, hesitated, and said nothing more.
I always feel like I've said too much, and Xiaoye's train of thought may not be able to process it for a while.

Su Lan raised her head out of habit, wanting to check the time, but she didn't see any clocks on the walls.

As she looked at the house, she recalled that the house where Su Ye lived was always very quiet. Unless she and Shen Meng came, or Su Ye practiced the piano, there was always an overly quiet atmosphere.
"Don't you have a clock at home?"

Su Ye slowly came back to his senses and reacted to Su Lan's words.
"Hmm? Well it seems not."

Su Lan sighed, "I'll ask Xiao Meng to buy one for you later. It's more convenient to hang a clock at home." Shen Meng went back after finishing the public relations. Su Lan also had work the next day and couldn't delay too long.
She looked at her watch and the hands were almost pointing to twelve o'clock.

"Director Ji Ru doesn't need to respond so quickly. Think about it carefully. Tell me if you've made up your mind. I'm going back first."

Some things always have to be sorted out by oneself.
Su Lan waved her hand, indicating that Su Ye didn't need to come down to see her off.

When she reached the door, Lidya Su looked back.

Su Ye was standing in the hallway looking at her. The exquisitely decorated hallway was like a picture frame, and Su Ye was framed right in the middle. In the vase on the cabinet deep in the entrance was a bouquet of lavender flowers, and on the left side was an upright piano by the living room window.

Su Ye has a tall and straight posture, a faint smile, and her long hair flows along the texture of her clothes, like a beautiful painting.

"Xiao Ye, you have to think about why you came back."

The door closed with a dull sound.

Su Ye lay on his side on the sofa, thinking about what Ji Ru had just said.

There was a book next to him, with a dark blue hard cover. It was the book he had been reading yesterday afternoon when he was alone at home, and he had not yet finished it.

Su Ye touched the spine of the book with his fingers and picked it up.
The inside of the book is bare and there is no bookmark.

Su Ye remembered that Shen Meng called him when he was halfway through reading the book that day. He casually put it aside and then forgot about it and didn't have time to put a bookmark in it.

See where it came from?
Su Ye's fingers gently touched the pages of the book, his mind was in chaos, many words and sentences popped out in a disorganized manner, but it was difficult to form a complete memory.

He simply opened the book at random and read whatever page he opened.

Some things, just one look at them, will immediately bring back memories.

Su Ye's eyes fell on a randomly opened page and he slowly read the words on it.

[Showing your true feelings means that you cannot keep your heart closed. The stronger the need to present yourself objectively, the more profound, deep and strong the emotions revealed will be.]*
Su Ye closed the book, put it aside, and stared at the ceiling light in a daze.
The light was so strong that it stung my eyes slightly, just like the sun.

It was not until the edges of his vision began to darken that Su Ye reluctantly averted his eyes, allowing his sight to be filled with tiny fairy dust-like golden stars, and one hand reached for the cell phone pressed against his lower back.

The phone screen automatically lit up, with rows and rows of Weibo message notifications.

Su Ye's fingers moved unconsciously. He opened Weibo and pulled up to refresh the interface out of habit but without any practical significance. After swiping for a long time, he found that he didn't know when he had entered the draft box.

In the draft box, there are still a dozen texts that I had just edited but not forwarded.

Su Ye's cheeks began to turn red again, but he did not move away. He just turned over and faced the back of the sofa.
There was a small space between the curled up body and the backrest. Su Ye held the mobile phone in both hands and let his face get hot in that small space.

Many notification windows kept popping up on the top of the phone. Su Ye patiently swiped away each one to reveal the obscured draft box.
The screen was full of unedited reposts, and each one of Xi Yu’s IDs was followed by the words “OK.”

Simple and easy to understand, Su Ye couldn't help but secretly imagine Xi Yu's expression when he forwarded this Weibo.

Another message popped up, with two small microphone logos, one red and one green.

Su Ye had already acted like a conditioned reflex, without even looking, he just moved his finger upwards.
The picture on the screen suddenly changed, switching to the incoming call interface.

Su Ye finally reacted and hurriedly put the phone to his ear, "Hello, who is this?"

It was very quiet on the other end of the phone. If Su Ye hadn't vaguely heard some slow breathing, he would have almost thought that there was no one on the other end of the phone.

At twelve o'clock late in the night, the upper floors of the tower were completely silent. Su Ye could only hear the usual small vibrating sound in his chest and the slow breathing on the other end of the phone.

The breathing sounded a little hoarse, and Su Ye was strangely reminded of the white mist rising from the snow.

This way of breathing felt a little familiar to him.
That little bit of familiarity was infinitely magnified, and along with Su Ye's quickened heartbeat, it transformed into scenes in his mind as if through synaesthesia.

The sound of a guitar solo flows quietly.
A shot that goes dark and then slowly brightens.

Su Ye suddenly had a strong premonition, which prompted him not to ask a second time, "Excuse me, who is this?"

The fingers holding the phone exerted a little strength and accidentally pressed the volume button, which suddenly increased the volume a lot.
The breathing sounds in the silence became more obvious.

Su Ye felt as if his lungs began to slowly contract, and he couldn't help but breathe lighter and lighter.

In the black and white MV, there was emptiness and silence, and beautiful but indifferent peach blossom eyes looked straight at him, and then moved away without a trace of emotion——

"Su Ye."
A low sigh was heard from the other end of the phone.

Su Ye exhaled all the air in his chest, his lungs shrank very tightly, and his heart beat dangerously and fiercely.

He had exhaled completely, not a breath left, and there was no more oxygen in his lungs to calm Su Ye's pounding heart.

The physiological reaction came before the emotion. Su Ye finally opened his mouth and gently inflated his lungs again.

Su Ye's voice sounded a little dry due to his overly slow breathing and heartbeat, and a hint of it could be heard through the electric sound of the phone.

".Xi Yu?"

Su Ye knew that there was really no need for him to ask this question.
When he heard the breathing on the other end of the phone, he already recognized who was calling.

This sounded like a greeting to cover up the fact that he was caught off guard, but also like a cautious test.

Su Ye even wanted to look at the screen of his mobile phone to see if he was dreaming.

Is he still abroad, experiencing a completely opposite time difference, staring at the dial-up interface of his mobile phone late at night, his fingers slowly but accurately pressing a string of phone numbers, then clearing and deleting the numbers and putting the phone aside?

After uttering this sentence, even Su Ye himself felt that his helplessness was too obvious.
Not only his lungs, but even his stomach seemed to be twisted into a ball.

But after hearing his voice, the person on the other side patiently responded to Su Ye.

"Ah."

Su Ye's knees were like he was doing strength training, pressing against the back of the sofa with force. When he heard the "hmm", his eyes flickered.

After the other end of the line answered, both sides of the phone fell into silence.

Su Ye raised his eyes slightly and could see the night sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room.

From this angle, you can't see the traffic lights on the roofs of tall buildings, but you can see all kinds of searchlights rushing into the sky, intertwined with each other, like the needle on a scale, tilting from one end to the other.

There was fine snow falling outside, and a few snowflakes hit the full-screen glass directly, and then were swept away by the night wind.

Su Ye suddenly had a strong urge to tell Xi Yu on the other end of the phone what he was seeing.
Those tiny but resolute snowflakes.

"Snowing."
The slightly hoarse voice on the other end of the phone was the first to break the silence.

Su Ye's lips, which had just opened slightly, paused.

After a while, Su Ye seemed to be responding, but also seemed to be talking to himself.
"The sun will come out tomorrow."

The other side fell silent again.

Su Ye's burning stomach slowly calmed down, the tension slowly faded away, and her beautiful eyes looked out the window.

The night sky was illuminated by various searchlights and turned blue and purple.

The nervousness and helplessness he felt when he first received the call slowly eased, and Su Ye unconsciously adjusted his breathing frequency until it became infinitely consistent with the breathing sound on the other end of the phone.

The snow is so beautiful.
Will it be a sunny day tomorrow?

Those soft eyes curved slightly.

The two of them spoke silently over the phone, looking at the snow outside the window.
No one spoke, as if it was a normal atmosphere.

After a long silence, Su Ye climbed up from the sofa and leaned softly to one side. His tall body curled up again like a bird that finally returned to its nest.

Su Ye spoke slowly, "Xi Yu?"

The person on the other end of the phone didn't sound surprised or impatient, just said "hmm" again.
Su Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

Halfway through a silent conversation that must have seemed meaningless to outsiders, Su Ye belatedly realized many things.

How did Xi Yu know that he hadn't changed his phone number?
Why did Xi Yu suddenly call him?
Neither of them said what it was, and the other didn't ask what happened.

After a while, Su Ye heard some short footsteps on the other end of the phone, followed by the rustling of clothes.
Su Ye imagined Xi Yu turning around and taking a few steps, perhaps leaning against something, looking at something with a distracted look, just like he did during the audition at the venue that day.

“Did you see the Weibo?”

Su Ye answered subconsciously, "I saw it."

After answering, he felt a barely perceptible sense of shame.
There was a huge explosion of Weibo posts tonight, and before Xi Yu could even say which part it was, he reflexively thought of one of them.

"Yeah." Xi Yu reached for the cigarette box on the low table on the terrace, opened it, and then closed it again. "When will you come to urge me?"

Su Ye fell silent all of a sudden.
The stomach that had just relaxed started to feel burning again.

Her long hair, which had become messy because she had been lying on her side, kept sliding down from the side of her face, blocking Su Ye's vision.
Su Ye kept using his hands to push it away and put it behind his ears.

The beautiful face was flushed red under the slightly messy but still smooth long hair.

Xi Yu stayed quiet, listening to the conversation on the other end of the phone.
The sound of Su Ye's rustling movements, her slightly disordered breathing, and the rustling sound of her long hair brushing across the microphone.

Xi Yu could picture all of Su Ye's movements in his mind.

As you support your upper body while sitting up, your head may droop slightly due to low blood pressure, your back will form a beautiful curve, and your legs will be bent in front of you habitually.
When you lift your legs, the trouser legs will slightly rise with the movement, revealing a section of your snow-white ankles.

Su Ye might feel a little cold, so he pulled his trouser legs down until they covered his instep, which had a minor old injury but a slender and beautiful metatarsal bone.

There was a voice on the other end of the line, "I"

Su Ye was a little panicked, his brain was stuck for a long time, and he couldn't think of a calm and beautiful response. He just uttered a syllable and then he became speechless. He was so annoyed that he wanted to bite off his tongue.

"Join Director Ji's team."

While Su Ye was thinking and reflecting on himself, he heard Xi Yu suddenly speak.

Su Ye slowly calmed down, and the second half of the sentence came from the receiver.

"This way you can come and urge me every day."

(End of this chapter)