Raising You This Small Stuff

Chapter 44.1 Song in his dreams!

“Du Du, it’s your turn.” Mo Yi Cheng reminded.

Yuan Suo snapped back to his senses and blurted out: “Okay.”

Mo Yi Cheng: “…..”

“No…. I’m…. I mean I’m sorry, um, it’s not that I’m sorry, just sorry, I…..” Yuan Suo blushed as he confused himself completely.

Mo Yi Cheng laughed out loud unkindly, stretched out his hand and flicked his forehead, “It’s your turn to change lines now.” Mo Yi Cheng used to do this action very often before, but that was from across the screen, but at this moment he could clearly feel the temperature below his fingertips and Yuan Suo couldn’t help but shrink his neck in.

Looking at the long lines, Yuan Suo gulped, his face hot, but didn’t know if it was because of the mistake he had made just now, or because of Mo Yi Cheng’s ‘confession’.

“The first… the first time I saw you.”

Mo Yi Cheng interrupted him, “Look into my eyes and imagine me as your most favorite person in this world.”

Yuan Suo raised his eyes and the four eyes faced each other.

Actually, he didn’t need to imagine it. Mo Yi Cheng was his most favorite person in the world!

He looked into Mo Yi Cheng’s eyes and seemed to understand the sentiment in this line and no longer felt that it was so empty and impossible to grasp.

“The first time I saw you was at the beginning of school year. During military training, my brothers and I went through the playground, and I saw the shadow of the scorching sun under your eyelashes…..” Yuan Suo’s voice wasn’t as deep as Mo Yi Cheng’s voice, but it had that special uniqueness that came with a teenager’s emotions, very sincere.

Mo Yi Cheng heard him stumble over the words, but also felt that such a self-heated and youthful appearance might even leave more of an impression of the person being confessed to…..

“So, can I hold your hand, and spend the rest of our lives together?” Yuan Suo finally finished the last line.

Mo Yi Cheng was equally also silent for two seconds, then coughed lightly and said, “You acted very well.”

“Thank…. thank you..”

“Do you want to practice a few more times?”

“…. Ok.”

In the next few moments, the two people made ‘confessions’ back and forth. In the end, Yuan Suo had a good grasp of the characters, but in the whole process, as they recited the lines, the two seem to have agreed tacitly to not say the last sentence ‘I’m sorry’.

After they were done,

Yuan Suo went to bed as he was tired. Mo Yi Cheng tucked him in then looked at the time, it was ten o’clock.

Taking out his other cell phone, he sent a message to Chen Jiao, asking if he was asleep yet.

Chen Jiao replied immediately with ‘not yet’.

Mo Yi Cheng sent a voice message and asked if he could send a demo of the ringtone song.

Chen Jiao put his guitar down and pushed his glasses up. The T-shirt that fit well had been changed into a large pajamas, his two long legs sitting on the stool thin and white.

Three minutes later, Chen Jiao sent a demo of the song, with the name ‘Galaxy’.

Mo Yi Cheng was afraid it would make noise so he put on his headphones and clicked on ‘Galaxy’. The soothing rhythm and clean sound of the song could make one feel a short period of peace in their busy life.

Chen Jiao waited nervously for Mo Yi Cheng’s reply. The phone’s ringtone today was really just an accident. If he had really wanted to pull tricks or hug Mo Yi Cheng’s thigh, he wouldn’t have stayed peacefully by Mo Yi Cheng’s side for so long. But if Mo Yi Cheng really liked his song, even if he just shared it casually, a word in the entertainment circle could change his fate.

The time he waited was especially long.

He got himself a cup of hot water and returned to the bedroom. He had gotten used to relying on plain water to calm his stomach that screamed from hunger in such silent and cold nights.

He was already 30 years old this year. He had entered the entertainment industry with dreams, but his music journey had come to an abrupt end after a serious illness.

Sometimes he didn’t understand what he was still staying in the entertainment circle for. Perhaps it was because it was the last trace of attachment to his dreams, or perhaps the expectation for his unattainable love, but both of them were like stars hanging in the sky to him, so high that it made his neck sore when he looked up, but couldn’t touch them.

He didn’t even know why he had such a strong love for someone who had almost no intersection with him. It was as if that person had already settled in his life, having taken root ten thousand years ago, and his promise long having blossomed into a flower, but he had to admit to himself that the flower was just his own illusion and wishful thinking.

He couldn’t seem to find the answer to a lot of things, he didn’t even know why he was so determined that music was his dream or why he fell in love with Mo Yi Yan at first sight, and he didn’t know where the inspiration for the song ‘Galaxy’ that he created himself during his university days came from….

Mo Yi Cheng forwarded Chen Jiao’s music demo to Jiang Ge. Jiang Ge was a very powerful music producer and was very well-known in the domestic music circle.

Jiang Ge replied quickly.

“The singing is average, but the song is good.”

Being rated as ‘good’ by Jiang Ge meant that the song had at least reached the level of excellent.

Jiang Ge sent a message again: Who composed it?

Mo Yi Cheng replied: My assistant.

Jiang Ge: …..

Mo Yi Cheng: [Smile]

Jiang Ge: He’s really buried in deep.

Mo Yi Cheng: [Smile]

Jiang Ge: Want to help him?

Mo Yi Cheng: He deserves a chance.

Then Mo Yi Cheng sent Jiang Ge’s WeChat named tomorrow to Chen Jiao directly.

When Chen Jiao’s WeChat rang, he quickly opened it, only to see a recommended business card.

The headshot on the business card was an abstract oil painting and the name was a string of letters that weren’t large, but shouldn’t be in English.

Just as Chen Jiao was confused.

Mo Yi Cheng followed up with a message: Jiang Ge, remember to add your name when you accept him.

Chen Jiao froze, Jiang Ge?!

His fingers shook as he sent a thank you to Mo Yi Cheng and then added Jiang Ge’s WeChat. Jiang Ge accepted it quickly. As Chen Jiao was considering how to say hello politely, Jiang Ge sent a musical symbol, then said in a straightforward manner that he liked his music.

Throughout the conversation, Jiang Ge who had a relatively introverted temperament became the active one. Chen Jiao never dared to speak first, the palms of his hands sweaty as he typed from beginning to end.

Chapter 44.2 Song in his dreams!

In the middle of the night, Mo Yi Cheng received a WeChat message from Jiang Ge: Chen Jiao is your brother’s person?

Mo Yi Cheng was stunned, wondering why he said this: Why do you say that?

Jiang Ge: I went through his moments and didn’t see any photos of him, so I looked up your assistant online and saw two recent pictures.

With that, he sent him the two pictures. They had all been taken by fans when they were at the airport and were all recent photos when he was with Mo Yi Cheng.

Mo Yi Cheng was stunned again. It took a long time before he came back to his senses but he also understood why Jiang Ge asked this.

At this time, Jiang Ge sent another message: Brother Yi Yan moves around repeatedly, but his eyebrows are a bit like this, maybe it’s probably….. my illusion.

Mo Yi Cheng paused, then replied after a long time: Hmm, it’s an illusion. He’s just my assistant. How was your chat with him?

Jiang Ge: Not bad, he’s not all that talented, but he has his own unique style. If he chooses the correct route, it’s not possible that he won’t be popular.

Mo Yi Cheng: Alright.

After finishing the conversation with Jiang Ge, Mo Yi Cheng became sleepy. He got up and stood by the window for a while, his handsome eyebrows furrowed, as if there was something that had condensed and wouldn’t melt away.

Suddenly, lightning cut through the night like a sharp blade and thunder blasted overhead, followed by heavy rain.

The charging light of the cell phone on the bedside table showed that it was full, so he walked over with his long legs and unplugged the charger from the phone.

Boom!

Thunder sounded again and raindrops hit the floor-to-ceiling windows with crackling sounds.

Mo Yi Cheng knew that the weather in the game was linked to the player’s real world, so he clicked into the game to see how Yuan Suo was doing.

After he entered the game, he hesitated then chose stealth mode because he was afraid that his sudden appearance would scare Yuan Suo who was sleeping.

The night light was on in Yuan Suo’s bedroom.

But Yuan Suo, who was supposed to be asleep in the middle of the bed, was curled up in a corner, the quilt and pillows in his arms as he trembled in the dim light. Mo Yi Cheng frowned. Was Du Du, afraid of thunder?

Marshmallow however wasn’t afraid, sleeping much more peacefully than Yuan Suo.

Thunder sounded again, and the rain fell more sharply outside the window, the whistling wind breaking the saplings that were only thick as wrists. Dark clouds rolled, and bolts of thunder and lightning struck down with great momentum that seemed as if they were about to split the earth. Yuan Suo’s eyes were red. Although he had tried his best to restrain himself, when the thunder sounded, he still felt as if there was an invisible giant beast with teeth and claws that devoured approaching, forcing him into the corner of the cold battleship as he retreated, only able to struggle in despair…

“Du Du.” Mo Yi Cheng unlocked the stealth mode called Yuan Suo’s name softly.

Yuan Suo froze for a moment, then looked over with some uncertainty. It was really Mo Yi Cheng!

Mo Yi Cheng turned the light on in the bedroom and looked at him with concern. He should have probably been awake up for a while as his eyes and nose were red and his lips were a little pale.

“Mo Yi Cheng.” Yuan Suo called out, helpless and frightened.

“Mhmm, it’s okay, don’t be afraid.” Mo Yi Cheng comforted in a warm voice.

Yuan Suo’s body was drenched with cold sweat and the hair on his smooth and full forehead was also wet.

It was after twelve o’clock, which meant that Yuan Suo was allowed to enter and exit the game again, so Mo Yi Cheng asked him to come out, only to find out that his body was drenched with sweat and his pajamas was already wet.

“I… I’ll go back and change.” Perhaps because he had just had a nightmare, his voice was a little timid when he spoke.

“There’s no need to.” Mo Yi Cheng said, then took a pair of pajamas from his closet and asked him to change into it. Mo Yi Cheng’s pajamas was large and worn on Yuan Suo’s body it made him look thinner.

“Now go to bed, don’t be afraid, I’m just on the other side.” Mo Yi Cheng said warmly.

After hesitating for a while, Yuan Suo crawled into Mo Yi Cheng’s quilt, leaving only his head out. The bed under him was warm and the quilt also had the fragrance of sunshine in it and although it was still windy outside, he felt a warmth like never before.

Mo Yi Cheng got up, boiled a cup of milk, tested the temperature, and asked him to take a few sips.

“Drink a little and go to sleep.” Mo Yi Cheng’s voice was very low, but it overwhelmed the roaring outside the window.

Yuan Suo finished drinking the milk obediently, a small ring forming around his mouth. Mo Yi Cheng smiled and wiped it away with a tissue.

“Go to sleep.”

Yuan Suo lay down again, but Mo Yi Cheng was still sitting on the edge of the bed. He blinked, his voice muffled as he asked, “Um….. Mo Yi Cheng, won’t you sleep?”