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Saw the stars tonight, just take me to Philadelphia.

February 2, Wednesday, New Year's Eve, heavy snow.

"Brother, can you help me tell Curtis's school again that the admission time will be postponed by one more... No, another half month, just half a month will be fine?"

"Of course I know this is wrong, but..." Ye Sizan pinched the phone, glanced at Sang Yintian who was stunned on the sofa from the corner of his eye, and even his voice was trembling. "But I can't go abroad now, brother, I really can't just leave... You know, Sangsang's situation is still very bad, I'm worried... Hello? Brother?! Brother! Fuck..."

The phone was hung up by Ye Wanli forcibly again, Ye Siran put down his right hand, his chest heaved very violently.The moment Sang Yintian left the bedroom, this emotion was taken back by Hui Ye Siran.As in the past, he would rush to Sang Yintian's side, ask questions, even hug him with his arms outstretched, rub his nose against his forehead like a puppy, and act like a baby with him.

The quarrels between the Ye family brothers became more and more intense as time went by, and sometimes they became too noisy.Every time like this, Ye Siran would look bored, take a coat from the closet and break through the door, then stand downstairs and make a long phone call.Winter snow brushed against his shoulders, and finally turned into transparent water stains.

This is the third month since Sang Yintian was discharged from the hospital, and also the fourth month since he put down his paintbrush. He really doesn't like to laugh anymore.Because a new work has not been released for a long time, the public opinion and suspicion of Sang Yintian on the Internet are getting more and more outrageous, so Ye Siran ignored Ye Wanlu's objection and forcibly postponed the plan to go abroad for more than half a month.Because of this incident, the Curtis school kept calling Ye Wanlu, and even proposed to cancel Ye Siran's admission quota.

The cleaning lady cleans the house every day, so Sang Yintian doesn’t need to do anything. Ye Siran said that he just needs to take good care of his body, but four months have passed since the concert, and his right hand still has no strength. .So he unknowingly learned to eat with his left hand and write a few crooked lines with his left hand...but he can't draw with his left hand.

Because of this, the light-colored easel and some painting tools placed in the corner of the living room were also moved to the second floor by Ye Sizan two months ago.

Because an ordinary painting knife is very fatal to Sang Yintian now, and if he is not careful, he will be bloody.

"Uh..." Sang Yintian slumped on the sofa a little weakly, turned his head and glanced at the empty corner of the wall, lowering his head and wondering what he was thinking.

This winter seems to be really long.Sang Yintian even felt that he would not be able to make it into the next spring.

"Is it cold?" Seeing that Ye Siran finally finished the phone call, Sang Yintian got up and walked to the balcony, raised his left hand, and lightly clasped Ye Siran's arm with his slender, white fingers, the reddish knuckles were bent Qu, with the corners of his mouth raised, "Aren't you afraid of catching a cold if you wear so little?"

"Did it wake you up?" For some reason, Ye Siran's chest suddenly felt a little stuffy. This kind of stuffiness surged from bottom to top, from the chest all the way to the brain, replacing the feeling after the quarrel with Ye Wanli just now. Annoyed.Ye Siran stretched out his hand to pull the catch of the glass window, and finally blocked the winter snow from the window. "Of course I'm not afraid. If I catch a cold, then you will take care of me. OK?"

"Don't, I'm already a useless person. I usually have several people following me just to go for a walk in the park, so don't make trouble for me." Sang Yintian suddenly laughed, as if he had heard a joke.But this joke didn't seem to be funny, and it failed to alleviate the current depressive atmosphere.

Useless.Now he can use this word to describe it, which is more appropriate.Sang Yintian shrugged, motioning Ye Siran to let go.

"Sangsang? Next time you dare to say that... I will really punish you." Ye Siran let go of her hand and stared out the window blankly.He leaned closer to the glass window and let out a breath, then drew a small note with his index finger.His expression was gloomy, and he stood there at a loss, not even knowing what to refute.

Obviously he wanted to say so much more.

"Punishment...how do you plan to punish?" Sang Yintian suddenly laughed silly, tilted his head and winked at Ye Siran, "how about...for the sake of my lack of strength in my right hand, next time Can you replace me on top? Hahaha..."

"Sangsang..." Ye Siran still couldn't laugh, the distress in his eyes almost overflowed his sockets.

Seeing Ye Siran's face turning white and red, Sang Yintian finally stopped, rubbed the tip of his nose with the back of his hand, leaned sideways and lazily against the wall next to him, and tilted the corner of his mouth. "Just now I said that I am a useless person, just to make you happy, don't take it seriously."

"Sang Yintian, can you stop making such silly jokes in the future?! Do you really think it's fun!" Ye Siran raised the volume instantly.In other words, since we have known each other for so long, this is the first time Ye Siran has lost his temper at Sang Yintian.But looking at Sang Yintian's desperate and even a little dazed eyes, Ye Siran suddenly regretted it.He bent down, kissed Sang Yintian's eyes, then to the tip of his nose, and finally touched his lips briefly. "I'm sorry...I, I shouldn't have killed you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I'm sorry...Really, I'm sorry."

Countless voices of sorry fell lightly in Sang Yintian's ears.

I don't know if it's because the winter in Xicheng is too cold this year, or if the person in front of me has lost all warmth, Ye Siran hugged Sang Yintian from behind, his whole body was still trembling slightly.He lowered his head, and pressed the right half of his face against the man's neck, trying to transfer his own warmth to Sang Yintian's body.

"Unhappy? Or... are you taking advantage of me again?" Sang Yintian smiled, raised his left hand and gently rubbed the end of Ye Siran's eyes. "By the way, my sleeping posture is very bad, so my hair is a bit messy, how about you tie it up again for me?" After speaking, Sang Yintian handed the black rubber band on his wrist to Ye Siran's hand .

Ye Siran didn't reply anymore, after helping him tidy his hair, he went back to the kitchen and brought a cup of warm milk, handed it to Sang Yintian, and smiled at him. "Today is New Year's Eve. My brother bought a couplet on the way here last night. If you don't wait until after dinner, we will stick it on the door together. The new year is new, and we have to be happy."

"it is good."

Just doing what he said, Ye Sizan casually threw his mobile phone on the sofa next to him, finally squatted down, took a roll of scotch tape from the drawer under the coffee table, and handed it to Sang Yintian.

Taking advantage of Ye Siran's attention not on him, Sang Yintian subconsciously wanted to lift his right hand.Helpless, still unable to exert strength.He took a deep breath and stretched out his left hand, as if nothing happened just now. "By the way, I'll go to the kitchen to get some scissors."

"Okay." Ye Siran was busy tearing down the couplet in his hand, and subconsciously responded.But within two seconds, he suddenly widened his eyes, got up from the carpet and pinched the corner of Sang Yintian's clothes, with a nervous expression on his face. "Wait! That...you don't need to go, you can help me look at the order of the couplets in the living room, and I can get them myself..."

"Oh, that's fine." Sang Yintian blinked lightly, then bent over and sat on the light gray carpet, raised his left hand and flipped through the stacked red couplets on the tea table.

Ye Siran took out the scissors, and moved a stool from the dining room to the door.For convenience, he also specially cut scotch tape, and pasted one of the corners on the shoe cabinet one by one.Then he tilted his head and waved at Sang Yintian.

"Sangsang, come here too. For things like posting couplets, it's more meaningful for the two of you to be together." Ye Siran said as he stepped on the stool.

"why?"

Perhaps it was this condescending sense of oppression that prompted Sang Yintian to rush to Ye Siran's side, and finally carefully protected his calf. "You're too tall, be careful not to hit your head..." Sang Yintian let out a long sigh of relief as he watched the banners stuck on the wall, "You haven't told me that there is any special meaning for two people to post couplets together."

The back of Ye Siran's hands was accidentally covered with a layer of dust. He frowned and clapped his hands, "Of course I want to be with that person year after year. Let's talk about it first, next year, the year after, and every New Year's Eve from now on, You have to post couplets with me."

"What kind of special meaning is this?" Sang Yintian was amused, and pulled a small piece of tape from the shoe cabinet next to him and handed it to Ye Siran. "I thought you would tell me that if you post couplets with a handsome rich second generation on New Year's Eve, then that person will become as rich as him."

It's obviously a joke, why can Sang Yintian speak such righteous words, even his eyes are full of infinite longing.But Ye Siran still felt sad, when he looked at Sang Yintian's right hand hanging by the side of his trousers, his eyes were still complicated.

"Uh..." Ye Siran's hand froze in mid-air for a moment. After hesitating for a few seconds, he took a deep breath and turned his head to look at Sang Yintian who was smiling happily, "Old fox , Are you falling into the eyes of money now?"

"That's right, I can't even pick up a paintbrush now, so how can I get any income?" Sang Yintian deliberately put on a resentful expression, and kept picking at Ye Siran's ankle with the fingers of his left hand. Attention slipped into the trouser leg and pinched his calf.Sang Yintian clearly felt the whole body of the person standing on the stool pause. Before Ye Siran could speak, he tilted his neck and stretched, "Fortunately, my boyfriend's family is rich. I guess I don’t have to worry about it for the rest of my life.”

"How do I feel, since you fell down the stairs before, you always like to think about some weird things in your head." Ye Siran breathed a sigh of relief, and her semi-rigid body relaxed a lot.After pasting the couplet on the right hand side, he jumped down, holding the wooden stool with one hand, and wrapped Sang Yintian's waist with the other hand, and carried him into the door together, and then gently put him on the sofa, " Sit still and don't move, I'll put the stool back first."

Having nothing to do, Sang Yintian took the phone from the table and clicked on his Weibo.This is the first time in the past few months that he wants to get in touch with new things from the outside world.

The reason why a person is alive is that he should not be like the wind blowing the mountains and rivers, nor should he be like the snow scattered in winter.Travel through the deserted wilderness, you are the only winner.

Rose was free, and so was he now.Because Sang Yintian knew that in some invisible place, there must be a group of people waiting for him to come back.

The recent hot searches on Weibo are all related to the entertainment industry, such as the upcoming movie of a certain actress.

For example, a certain male star was picked up by the paparazzi for a new relationship, or Ye Siran became a prospective freshman student at the Curtis Institute of Music.Sang Yintian half-closed his eyes and clicked on the two items related to Ye Siran.

【#叶思滑Curtis Conservatory of Music#】The attached pictures are the concerts held before.

Ye Siran stood on the stage, surrounded by a large field of red roses.And he is the perfect musician in the ocean of roses.

Sang Yintian squinted his eyes and turned it down, his face changed instantly.Most of the comment section of this popular entry is Ye Siran's fans. Some people will send a long string of hearts to express their congratulations. In the comment area under Siran related topics, I asked about Sang Yintian's current situation. Unexpectedly, when I replied to their comments, the words "unlucky" were all the same.

Only then did Sang Yintian realize that the current self is not the one who planted this sea of ​​roses after all.He closed his eyes and adjusted his mentality.

[@给小叶兄弟艺星星: 431cp fans, please get out of the Xiaoye topic comment area, bad luck. 】

[@iuigh: It is said that Xiaoye got the offer several months ago, why has he been procrastinating to go to Curtis?It's not because Sang Yintian had an accident at his concert. 】

[@思染妈妈爱你: Haven’t you already been discharged from the hospital?What, do you want to drag us Xiaoye back? 】

"Drag back..." These three words seemed to be covered with black shadows, squeezed into Sang Yintian's eye sockets abruptly, his fingertips couldn't help trembling, and his chest felt tight and uncomfortable.

That's right, the current self is indeed holding back Ye Siran.Sang Yintian scrolled down again, and finally closed his eyes helplessly, and clicked into his super chat channel.

[@桑桑的玫瑰拍端: Oh my god, it's been several months, what happened to Sang Sang.I didn't post on Weibo, and the new art book didn't come out for a long time.Isn't it about retiring?do not……】

[@sfewfrf: Don't guess, what if he is delayed by something, and he didn't post very frequently on Weibo before... Help sisters, I really can't make it up, Sangsang, if you If you see it, can you tell us all that you are safe, we are really worried about you. 】

[@431 Give me a rush: CP fans are about to collapse, okay? Not only has Sangsang not posted on Weibo for several months, even Brother Xiaoye has stopped updating for a long time.What's the matter with these two people, they can't really be... Don't! 】

"Uh..." Sang Yintian looked at all kinds of suspicions in the comment area, sighed, quit his super chat, and swiped lightly to his main Weibo page.

The last time I updated Weibo was a photobook prepared for the variety show "TOA Producer".In several photos, his ancient style is the most stunning, his eyes are blurred and full of affection, and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth conveys the love of thousands of years.

etc.Ye Siran's expression...

Only then did Sang Yintian notice that in those photos, Ye Siran's gaze was always on him, just like him, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Uh..." Sang Yintian suddenly laughed, and stretched out his fingertips to touch the person in the photo. Unexpectedly, just as soon as he touched it, he automatically returned to the original Weibo homepage interface.Ye Siran was still bending over to sort out the kitchen waste in the trash can, but she didn't notice the fiery eyes chasing after her.

Sang Yintian pressed a few times on the screen slowly with his left hand and posted a Weibo.

[@杨引天: Due to personal health reasons, it is now officially announced that I will stop writing. 】

After this short text, there is also an emoji package of a rose.

Sang Yintian silently typed a few words in the comment section of this Weibo. [Return date undecided. 】

"puppy." Putting down the phone, Sang Yintian suddenly called out to Ye Siran's back.

The right hand of the boy standing at the dining table trembled slightly. This familiar address caught him off guard. He didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

"Would you like to see the stars again?" Sang Yintian asked again. "tonight."

【Do you want to see the stars again?tonight. 】

"Ofcourse." Ye Sizan turned her head, grinned, and shrugged her shoulders twice. "If you want. I'll be with you forever."

[Of course, if you want, I will accompany you forever. 】

"After seeing the stars tonight, take me to Philadelphia." Sang Yintian smiled and slowly closed his eyes.