Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

"I still have training to do, you'd better not come here too often..."

Hua Qing raised her hand and slapped Ding Heng's hand away, but her tone unconsciously softened.

She knew perfectly well that Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing needed Ding Heng to spend time with them, and now Lin Man was another person who needed her attention. The time that men spent with her was basically squeezed out of their schedules.

It's understandable, but she still has some minor emotional issues, even if she doesn't want to admit it.

The green light came on, and Ding Heng gripped the steering wheel again.

"Remember to message me as soon as you land."

"know."

Hua Qing spoke decisively, temporarily suppressing her inner turmoil.

After a few seconds, she added softly, "I estimate I'll stay in the capital until the selection in July."

Ding Heng deliberately said, "Then I'll try not to bother you before July?"

"Ding Heng!"

Hua Qing suddenly raised her voice, then realized she had overreacted and quickly lowered it.

"you……"

Seeing that she couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time, Ding Heng laughed out loud: "Don't worry, I'm also itching to see my senior."

As the car slowed down, Hua Qing's gaze returned to the view outside the window.

The airport departure hall was bustling with noise.

Ding Heng pushed his suitcase onto the trolley and turned to look at Hua Qing.

"After this, senior, remember to be careful and avoid unnecessary gatherings. Don't easily trust strangers, and if necessary, you can install a security camera at home..."

"it is good……"

Twenty-three-year-old Hua Qing listened to nineteen-year-old Ding Heng's rambling and obediently nodded in agreement.

She didn't find it annoying, nor did she think Ding Heng was being too nosy; in fact, she took it for granted.

Finally, he took the trolley handle from Ding Heng and walked towards the security checkpoint with his head down.

After walking a few steps, I heard Ding Heng shouting again.

"Senior, have you forgotten something?"

Hua Qing stopped in her tracks and turned to meet Ding Heng's gaze.

She quickly walked back, stood on tiptoe, and gently kissed Ding Heng on the lips.

"Okay?"

"not enough……"

Ding Heng reached out and embraced Hua Qing's slender waist, then lowered his head to deepen the kiss.

The airport terminal was bustling with people.

Hua Qing's heart was pounding wildly, her cheeks were burning, but she didn't dare to push Ding Heng away.

After a while, Ding Heng released her.

"Senior, you must behave well in the capital. Remember to call me every day and don't forget your weekly vlog."

"Scumbag."

Hua Qing, as usual, squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, cursed, turned around, and left with quick, hurried steps.

The security check line in business class wasn't long, but Hua Qing couldn't help but glance back.

Ding Heng remained standing in the same spot, hands in his pockets, looking relaxed.

Hua Qing turned around and handed her boarding pass and ID card to the security officer.

As she walked through the security gate, she couldn't help but look back one last time.

Ding Heng waved to her.

Hua Qing hesitated for a moment, then waved in response, turned around and walked into the waiting hall, never looking back.

Outside the glass curtain wall of the waiting hall, an airplane slowly took off, and Hua Qing felt a sense of emptiness in her heart.

Four days was far too short; she hadn't even had a proper chance to say a few words to Ding Heng.

What followed was a long-distance relationship that lasted for months, and I didn't know if I could endure it...

Hua Qing sniffed, took out her phone, and sent a message to Ding Heng.

【A Sea of ​​Flowers Under a Sunny Day】: Goodbye.

Ding Heng replied to the message very quickly.

[Ding Heng]: Keep it up!

The simple and clear encouragement made Hua Qing's lips unconsciously curl into a smile.

……

In April, Changsha is full of spring, and the camphor trees along the roads are sprouting new leaves.

After leaving the airport, Ding Heng drove slowly, one hand on the steering wheel, his mind still replaying Hua Qing's glance back at the security checkpoint.

Are you reluctant to part with it?

It's hard to say, since he could go to the capital to meet Hua Qing anytime he wanted.

But I felt a little disappointed and ashamed.

Compared to Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing, he really spent too little time on Hua Qing...

As the car turned the corner, an electronic screen at the intersection ahead was displaying advertisements.

Ding Heng hadn't paid any attention at first, his gaze lazily sweeping across the screen before abruptly looking away.

A huge poster takes up the entire screen.

The figure of a girl is right in the center.

She stood in a vast, empty snowfield, with snow-capped mountains behind her and a deep indigo sky dotted with a few scattered stars on the horizon.

The girl turned her head slightly to the side with her back to the camera, revealing a small section of her delicate jawline. Her long hair was blown by the wind, spreading out in a deep red behind her.

Snow white, sky blue, indigo... but that splash of red was so intense it was almost blinding.

The entire scene exudes a cinematic quality, belonging to a genuine art blockbuster.

At the very bottom is a line of text: 【Aurora Eos·Xingcheng Station, April 20th, we look forward to seeing you there.】

My brother is really starting to look like a star...

Recalling Long He's innocent and clear eyes when he was a child, Ding Heng couldn't help but chuckle.

The perfect image presented to the public after being meticulously crafted and packaged by a professional team is completely different from the girl in private who laughs carefree and can't stop crying.

But these days, where are there any "people" left in the entertainment industry?

They're all just commodities...

As the car drove past an intersection, another poster came into view.

This time, it's a physical billboard featuring a group photo of the four team members, placed in the most conspicuous position at the intersection, as if to remind Ding Heng.

The last time he spoke with Long He was during the Chinese New Year, when they called each other to exchange New Year's greetings.

At that time, Longhe was busy with his tour and his voice was a little hoarse. He was called away by his manager after only a few words.

After that, the two occasionally exchanged messages, which consisted only of simple greetings and meaningless dragon emojis.

Ding Heng took out his phone and opened Long He's chat window. The last message was from five days ago, ending with Long He's [Milk Dragon rolling its eyes.jpg]

Ding Heng pressed the voice button: "Are you there?"

A few seconds later, a reply popped up.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: [Milk dragon scratching head.jpg]

[Ding Heng]: Is it convenient to call?

Longhe didn't reply immediately, probably because he was clearing the area or making sure there were no outsiders around.

Two minutes later, a voice call request popped up.

Ding Heng pressed the answer button, placed the phone on the center console, and turned on speakerphone.

"what?"

Long He's voice sounded tired.

"I miss my brothers."

“(ˉ▽￣～) Tsk~~”

A soft laugh came from the receiver, the tone feigning disdain but unable to hide the joy: "Come on, I think you just want me to get you tickets again."

"A petty person judges a gentleman by their own standards!"

Ding Heng sensed the resentment in his brother's words, but pretended to be serious and said, "This time, I'll definitely support your concert with real money!"

"Come on, you."

Long He softened his tone slightly and began to lecture Ding Heng: "How much money could a college student like you have? Don't waste it!"

The credit card that I linked to Ding Heng has only been used once by Ding Heng so far...

Longhe knew his brother was proud and didn't want to directly advise him, and he was even more worried that his poor student would waste money on him.

Ding Heng didn't continue the conversation, but instead asked, "When are you going back to Xingcheng?"

"Number sixteen."

Long He revealed his whereabouts without reservation: "The closed rehearsal will last for three days. The hotel is the same place as last time. I should be able to sneak out for a short period of time in between."

"When can I see you?"

We'll see.

"Message me anytime, I'm always here for you!"