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

On the day Hua Qing left, Ding Heng knocked on Long He's door late at night.

Longhe cooked him a bowl of noodles, without asking what had happened, and just quietly watched him finish eating.

Ding Heng put down his chopsticks and said something completely out of the blue.

"Why don't we just try making do?"

Longhe suffered a sudden cardiac arrest, but responded nonchalantly at the end.

"What's there to try? We're brothers!"

For a long time after that, Longhe heard no more news about Ding Heng's love life.

Until one autumn, on Ding Heng's birthday.

Long He went to offer his congratulations and saw a gentle-looking girl squatting in front of Ding Heng, putting a band-aid on his knee.

He probably scraped his skin somewhere without even noticing.

The girl moved very gently, as if afraid of hurting him. After applying the patch, she gently pressed the edges to make sure it wouldn't lift up.

The girl's name is Wenjing. She was Zhao Yanxi's best friend back then and has had a crush on Ding Heng ever since...

Since Ding Heng's second divorce, she would take a bus for more than an hour after get off work every day to cook for him, sort and put his dirty clothes piled on the washing machine, and stick sticky notes on the refrigerator to remind him to eat breakfast, but she never asked for any formal status.

Long He thought Ding Heng and Wen Jing would live a peaceful and uneventful life, until Ding Heng called her again.

"Hey bro, I'm getting married again, are you coming?"

The bride was not Wenjing, but a Tibetan girl named Baima, who was twelve years old.

Baima's mother, Quzhen, didn't care whether Ding Heng had money or not, didn't care how many failures he had experienced, and didn't even care how many people were around him.

She only needed to confirm one thing... that Ding Heng could protect her naive daughter for the rest of her life.

With Qu Zhen's help, Ding Heng made a comeback and even surpassed his previous peak.

"Pema is the last chance God has given me, and I must seize it!"

Ding Heng mentioned it to Long He while drinking one day.

“I need the resources her mother has, and she happens to need to buy insurance for her daughter’s later years. It’s a fair trade.”

Long He remained silent for a long time, wanting to say something.

For example, what about Wenjing? For example, aren't you afraid of repeating the same mistakes?

But she ultimately said nothing, because she suddenly realized...

She was never able to interfere with any of her brother's decisions from beginning to end!

When Baima married Ding Heng, she was only in her early twenties, petite with a round face. She always had a slightly timid expression.

Most importantly, she loved Ding Heng, and her love was no less than that of any of Ding Heng's past women!

The wedding was a grand affair; Qu Zhen booked the best hotel in Chengdu, and the place was packed with guests.

Long He attended Ding Heng's wedding for the third time and witnessed his brother take the microphone from the emcee and repeat the same platitudes he had given the previous two times under the watchful eyes of all the guests.

His tone was calm and his demeanor was appropriate. Having seen enough storms, he had long since learned to be impeccable in any situation.

Later, Baima sent a message to Longhe, inviting her to her daughter's first birthday party and saying that she wanted to recognize her as her godmother.

Longhe did not reply.

Life goes on.

Long He didn't know how he got to be over fifty; it seemed like it happened in the blink of an eye.

She lives comfortably off the trust fund left to her by her mother, and her social media accounts are still being updated.

Occasionally, a young person will call her "teacher" in the comments section, and she will pause for a moment, then realize that she is already very, very old.

She never married and was used to living alone, eating alone, and getting up late at night when she couldn't sleep to pour herself a cup of hot water, stand by the window, and watch the lights on the opposite building go out one by one.

The weather was fine in the morning on the day Longhe passed away.

After she woke up, she picked up a glass of water and took a sip, when she suddenly felt a violent wave of dizziness.

Before she could even cry out, her body, weakened by years of staying up late, slumped to one side, knocking over a water glass on the bedside table.

The sound of shattering glass was especially crisp in the quiet morning, but unfortunately, the nanny who took care of her had taken the day off to go home...

In the last moment before her pupils dilated, she suddenly remembered Ding Heng's question from many years ago.

"Why don't we just try making do?"

Perhaps she should take the initiative!

Upon receiving the news, Ding Heng immediately took a private plane back from abroad, landing late at night.

He didn't sleep; he began to personally handle her funeral arrangements, doing so cleanly, efficiently, and with dignity.

The next morning, he sat for a while in the relatives' rest area outside the farewell hall.

All his women and children came; the last time this happened was when his father passed away.

Ding Heng told all his children that the deceased were the most important relatives in his life.

……

Longhe suddenly opened his eyes, and the familiar hotel ceiling came into view.

A fine layer of cold sweat seeped down her back. She gasped for breath a few times, and her pupils slowly focused.

Ding Heng, who was standing nearby, reminded him, "You're sweating so much. Go take a shower first, or you'll catch a cold."

Long He slowly sat up, the thin blanket slipping off her shoulders. Completely oblivious to the fact that she had just exposed herself, she turned around blankly to face Ding Heng.

Her breathing hadn't completely calmed down, her chest was burning, and she was eager to release her emotions in some way.

"Ding Heng..."

She spoke, her voice hoarse.

Ding Heng remained still, quietly waiting for her to continue.

The lesson from the dream taught Long He that some things need to be said sooner rather than later.

So she was almost about to blurt it out, but at the last second, Ding Heng's phone suddenly rang. The caller was Zhao Yanxi.

Ding Heng did not avoid the question and pressed the call button.

"Hello!?"

"Brother Ding Heng, why didn't you tell me you were going back to Xingcheng... Waaaaah!"

"But we haven't had time yet, have we?"

"I don't care, you have to come see me tomorrow! Okay?"

"Good good..."

"Hehe, love you, pat pat!"

Zhao Yanxi acted coquettishly, and Ding Heng responded indulgently. Their conversation made Long He lose the courage to speak again.

She slowly lowered her eyes, her voice very low.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Long He got out of bed, grabbed the thin blanket and wrapped it around himself, then walked barefoot onto the carpet and quickly into the bathroom.

The door closed.

Ding Heng sat there, listening to the rushing water, and slowly closed his True Sight Eye.

After a long while, he let out a soft breath.

I like the idea that life is a dream, and I hope it can inspire my brothers to create more.

He turned his head, his gaze falling on the deep night outside the window, and suddenly another question came to mind.

Dreams are formed unconsciously, but they also represent a certain possibility.

Even without a system, would I be a scumbag by nature?

In his life, Zhao Yanxi, Lin Man, Hua Qing, Wen Jing, Bai Ma... and Long He, who always stands at a distance, quietly observing.

Ding Heng realized that he had no grounds to defend himself.

It's probably just human nature...

Chapter 342: Brothers Win the Championship!

On the night of the final.

Toilet TV Studio.

People were coming and going in the backstage corridor. Ding Heng sat on the equipment box, his hands in his pockets, gazing at the stage.

Sister Zeng, the agent of Longhe, held a cup of Americano, her face expressionless.

Ding Heng asked, "Sister Zeng, have you listened to Long He's two new songs?"

"Not yet."

Sister Zeng picked up her coffee and took a sip: "She only suddenly said yesterday that she wanted to change the song at the last minute."

Judging from his facial expressions and tone of voice, he clearly didn't have much confidence.

Ding Heng pressed further, "So what place do you think she'll get this time?"

Upon hearing this, Sister Zeng's lips twitched, as if she wanted to laugh but couldn't.

"What number is it yet? I've already had a press release prepared."

Sister Zeng could almost predict that a few hours later, the trending topic would be: #Longhe's new song is awful#

Ding Heng asked jokingly, "Sister Zeng, do you really have so little confidence in Longhe?"

Sister Zeng shook her head, her gaze fixed on the dim blue lights on the stage.

"It's very difficult..."

Although she has only a superficial understanding of music, if Longhe really had the ability to write a new song that could win the championship within a week, she wouldn't always be criticized for running out of ideas.