The children’s play ended perfectly.
After a group photo of the cast and audience, the most meaningful feedback event came to an end.
Sheng Yi and Rong Yu also concluded their two-day employee experience and bid farewell to everyone.
“Little brother.” Sheng Yi hugged Song Jianchu before leaving and said to him, “We all escaped from death’s hands. I don’t know what you learned, but I think it must be similar to what I did.”
Sheng Yi said in a voice only the two of them could hear, “There’s no dilemma that love can’t resolve, right?”
Song Jianchu nodded slightly, “Indeed.”
Sheng Yi let go of his hand, tapped his shoulder with a fist, and encouraged him, “Keep it up.”
After seeing off the two senior brothers, Song Jianchu and Mu Ye went to see the pony.
Its new owner left it overnight in the pasture, allowing the horse and Song Jianchu time alone. The girl was very considerate.
Song Jianchu led the horse around the grassland, allowing it to run freely on the unrestricted night grassland.
He and Mu Ye sat on the grass watching the pony.
Song Jianchu didn’t feel real yet and couldn’t believe Mu Ye found it in just one day.
He didn’t know what the horse meant to him, but he knew his feelings when seeing it again were unusual, as if something had been found along with the pony.
Mu Ye looked at the person beside him.
Song Jianchu hadn’t dyed his hair back yet. His naturally black short hair revealed an unadorned essence on the young man’s face. In his deep and shiny eyes, there was occasional audacity and confidence, revealing the fearlessness of a young warrior, each one towering like the sky, filled with anticipation of supreme glory.
Mu Ye couldn’t help but notice.
In just a few months, Song Jianchu had indeed changed a lot.
Regardless of what was added or subtracted, those subtle changes made him more fascinated and unable to extricate himself.
“What’s its name?” Mu Ye asked.
“Maimei.”
Mu Ye said lightly, “You gave it the name.”
Song Jianchu rested his head on his hand, seeming to think for a few seconds, and then seemed to briefly fall into distant memories.
The night wind blew his scattered hair, making the clean and handsome features of the young man clearer.
Song Jianchu half-closed his eyes, seeming a bit embarrassed, and slightly curved his lips, “Unicorn.”
Mu Ye waited for two seconds and raised an eyebrow, “Just call it Unicorn?”
“Yeah.”
Mu Ye stared at him for a while longer and nodded, “Maimei sounds more normal.”
“…”
Song Jianchu closed his eyes in embarrassment.
He regretted it.
Why did he say that? What boy would like unicorns?
Mu Ye leaned back on the grass, teasing him with a playful tone, “I never imagined that you were so sweet when you were young.”
“…”
Mu Ye’s gaze dropped slightly from his nose, hinting, “No wonder you’re still so sweet.”
“…”
Blushing, Song Jianchu didn’t want to speak.
Since the last scene of that play, Mu Ye had been holding back. With no one around now, he leaned closer, placing his hand on Song Jianchu’s, slowly approached, and softly asked, “I helped you find a gift, no reward?”
Song Jianchu tilted his head, his nose touching Mu Ye’s, then leaped back a bit, blushing, “What do you want?”
“What do you want to give?”
Song Jianchu looked into Mu Ye’s eyes, and for an instant, as if an electric spark had passed between them, neither knew who was thinking, and a bunch of unhealthy images flashed in their minds.
He naturally turned his face away again, feeling like he might have been too agitated.
“It’s all right,” he said.
Mu Ye understood, “Cooperate with anything?”
Song Jianchu lowered his eyes and calmly said, “Hmm.”
Mu Ye initially didn’t think so much but then clicked.
Finally, he managed to regain a bit of rationality.
His boyfriend’s unconventional seduction almost disturbed his thoughts. Mu Ye restrained himself slightly, his gaze still fixed on the young man’s pale ears tinged with a faint blush.
Mu Ye was unusually calm, like a mature man devoid of any provocative desire. He tentatively suggested, “How about considering marrying me a few years earlier?”
Song Jianchu was stunned for a while before slowly turning to face him.
There was a hint of seriousness in Mu Ye’s eyes, but it wasn’t clear whether it was a joke or not.
He was very serious.
Song Jianchu hadn’t expected Mu Ye to say it so soon and felt a bit flustered by the suddenness of it.
Is marriage such a big thing to be mentioned so casually?
Has Mu Ye thought it through?
Was it a momentary impulse?
Song Jianchu widened his eyes slightly, then quickly calmed himself down. He looked into Mu Ye’s eyes and asked calmly, “Mu Ye, are you serious?”
“Yes,” Mu Ye answered without any hesitation or playfulness but rather with a serious assurance, “I will always take our relationship seriously.”
“…”
Mu Ye had never been so eager to completely confirm something.
Because he knew that in this world, nothing was permanent. Some things might be decided at the moment, but there could be countless changes later. However, when it came to this relationship, he wanted a guarantee in a childish way, whether through words or law, just to gain a certain sense of stability, letting him know that he had firmly grasped this person.
From then on, this person belonged entirely to him.
Unable to escape, only bound to him.
Mu Ye didn’t want his almost dark possessiveness to scare the other person. He raised his hand and ruffled Song Jianchu’s hair affectionately, saying gently, “No need to panic. This isn’t the reward I wanted. I just hope you’ll consider it a bit earlier. Anyway, there’s still a long time. Once I have your answer, brother will start planning our future ahead of time.”
“…” Song Jianchu didn’t hesitate much, nodded, and asked, “What reward do you want?”
Mu Ye relaxed a bit from his tension and said, “Don’t call me ‘Teacher Mu’ anymore.”
That was fine by Song Jianchu. He asked, “Then what should I call you?”
Mu Ye pinched his earlobe, his eyes ambiguous, “Whatever you like.”
Song Jianchu understood immediately.
To call Mu Ye what he liked.
He thought for a moment. After being in love for so long, he had always called him “Teacher Mu,” which did feel a bit distant.
So, what should he call him?
Mu Ye’s favorite title… Big brother?
But what Mu Ye liked most should be ‘Old…’
Song Jianchu decisively changed his wording, very straightforwardly saying, “Brother.”
Mu Ye felt a slight disappointment due to his excessively high expectations.
But he was also very satisfied.
He grabbed Song Jianchu and kissed him affectionately in response, “Hmm, darling.”
They shared a very natural, tender, and innocent kiss.
As their lips parted, Mu Ye affectionately kissed Song Jianchu’s hair, pulling him closer and not letting go.
Song Jianchu didn’t bother moving; he just leaned quietly in Mu Ye’s arms for a while, gazing affectionately at the pony grazing on grass.
As he deeply breathed in the fresh air, Song Jianchu suddenly felt like his life had become complete.
Although he had only lived for nineteen years, the fulfillment of life seemed unrelated to its duration.
Mu Ye suddenly sighed discontentedly and began counting the days softly, “I can’t go home until tomorrow.”
“…”
Mu Ye weakly buried his face in Song Jianchu’s hair, gently brushing against his nose. In a hushed tone, he said, “Darling, I want to cuddle.”
“…”
Since it couldn’t be actualized anyway, Mu Ye had to settle for satisfying his oral cravings, whispering low into Song Jianchu’s ear, “I want you.”
Instantly, Song Jianchu’s face and ears turned crimson. He attempted to divert his boyfriend’s attention. Pinching his fingers, he proposed with a pretended calmness, “We don’t really need to wait for the legal age.”
Mu Ye was momentarily puzzled but was successfully distracted.
He wasn’t quite sure about his understanding of what Song Jianchu meant and slowly raised his head, somewhat puzzled. “Hmm?”
Song Jianchu sat up straight, locking eyes with Mu Ye and, with a calm but flushed face, said, “The legal proof is just a formality for marriage, not of much significance. Let’s plan for an appropriate date and have our wedding in advance.”
Staring at him fixedly, Mu Ye seemed like he hadn’t understood what he meant. After a while, he seemed to pick up on something he had misunderstood, his eyes glinting as he raised an eyebrow slightly. “Darling, did you just agree to get married?”
Song Jianchu was left a bit confused by the question and hesitantly uttered an “Um.”
Wasn’t his agreement obvious?
After Mu Ye’s statement, he had quickly agreed.
Mu Ye: “…”
After recalling for a moment, Song Jianchu understood. Mu Ye’s agreement was just his consent to consider it.
He awkwardly cleared his throat, shifted his gaze away, and solemnly expressed his intention again, “Brother, I want to marry you.”
Mu Ye: “…”
As Mu Ye hadn’t spoken yet, Song Jianchu, puzzled, turned his gaze back and accidentally bumped into Mu Ye’s lowered face. Because the contact was so sudden and forceful, his teeth knocked against his lips.
Mu Ye held his face in both hands and pressed him into the lush grass. A bit more aggressive than their earlier innocent restraint, the kiss was fervent, their breathing becoming heavier and more erratic.
For some unknown reason, Song Jianchu almost wanted to say something, but Mu Ye was already biting his lower lip and simultaneously groaning.
Mu Ye lifted his head.
His breaths were quick, and he carefully observed Song Jianchu’s face, running his thumb gently over the corner of his eye. His voice was hoarse due to a myriad of emotions within his chest, as he sought confirmation once more, “Really? Don’t deceive me.”
Not understanding why Mu Ye was feeling so insecure, Song Jianchu responded earnestly to his promise, “I’ll never lie about what I say to you.”
Under the dazzling starry sky, amidst the gentle waves of the verdant grass, the white horse returned while galloping.
The two stared at each other for a few seconds, their eyes meeting.
Mu Ye’s lips curved slightly, his eyes warm and fiery, and he slowly lowered his gaze.
Song Jianchu raised his hand, embracing the person before him, and gently closed his eyes.
Feeling the pulsation through the touch of their lips, their breaths intertwined in warmth.
In the long kiss, the beats were filled with the love they shared.
…
The recording of the fourth season’s variety show concluded, and the fans, resigned to another long and lonely wait, were surprised to see the men gather again after just a few days.
A list of celebrity guests for an extravagant wedding surfaced online, indicating a level of opulence befitting a wedding of the century in the entertainment industry.
The entire internet was shocked by the rapid progress of this couple’s relationship.
Without any prior announcement, the entertainment industry came to a halt for a day due to the wedding of these heavyweight celebrities.
Seeing the pictures from the wedding venue, fans from both sides were still unable to recover.
[“Ah, this was just revealed… and they’re already getting married???”]
[“Am I dreaming? How did my son grow up so fast and get married???”]
[“Isn’t the younger one just nineteen this year?”]
[“Oh my, with this lineup of guests, the entertainment industry has to stop?”]
[“Is this the legendary instant wedding? I must have made a wish that was too powerful.”]
[“Ah, thank you to whoever made that wish! This is our victory!”]
[“My son did great! To all the mothers, he’s off the market now! He’s locked down that man tight!”]
Even the group of friends who received the wedding invitations were shocked by the pace of these two people.
Song Jianchu and Mu Ye’s wedding was not only sudden but also unconventional. They only invited guests to enjoy a vacation, didn’t accept wedding gifts, had no groomsmen, no bridesmaids, no parents, no emcee, everything was incredibly casual and filled with sincerity towards this matter. The world’s best wedding planning team meticulously arranged everything, focusing solely on happiness and blessings.
The wedding took place in New Zealand, in the estate that Song Jianchu had previously prepared for their long-term settlement.
Just before the official start of the wedding, Pei Shinian was still confused. He asked Bai Xingyu, “Brother Xing, is this what they call a flash marriage? Is marriage really this much fun and necessary to rush?”
With his hand casually in his trouser pocket, Bai Xingyu lazily replied, “Whether it’s fun or not, try it yourself and you’ll know.”
“I don’t want to.” Pei Shinian shook his head immediately. “There’s nothing more enjoyable in the world than gaming.”
Bai Xingyu retorted, “So you’ll just stick with gaming for your whole life.”
“You’re not me, how do you know if I’m not happy living my life with games?” Pei Shinian quickly replied.
Bai Xingyu couldn’t be bothered to argue with him and subconsciously glanced around.
Lu Shen looked over with a slightly gentler expression on his face, seemingly apologetic and regretful.
Bai Xingyu hesitated for a moment but quickly understood what Lu Shen was feeling regretful about.
Because of the secret marriage, they hadn’t held a wedding ceremony.
Bai Xingyu raised an eyebrow in a feigned display of not understanding.
Lu Shen shook his head lightly, returned to his usual indifference, and averted his gaze.
Mu Ye was at the entrance receiving senior and junior colleagues from the industry, along with many media bigwigs, while Song Jianchu was still getting ready in the room.
Not only artists but many bigwigs from various industries were invited to attend the wedding. The event was filled with shining stars, all sincerely blessing the newlyweds.
Pei Shinian patted Mu Ye’s shoulder, dazzled by his brother’s exceptional looks. “Brother, this is definitely the most handsome day of your life.”
“Congratulations,” Bai Xingyu said. “Attending the wedding of a rich person is convenient; no need for wedding gifts.”
“My brother is an invisible super-rich man, and adding in Jianchu’s wealth, my God, won’t you two become the richest in the world?” Pei Shinian was astonished by his own imagination.
Lu Shen said, “You’re overestimating the world’s richest.”
Mu Ye smiled, “To become the world’s richest, we need to continue striving after today.”
Pei Shinian didn’t understand. “What do you mean?”
Mu Ye replied, “Go in and sit down, there’s a new game tonight.”
“Yes!” Pei Shinian pumped his fist. “Another round!”
“Good luck, groom,” Bai Xingyu remarked.
Lu Shen patted Mu Ye’s shoulder.
The group followed their guide into the venue.
In the preparation room before the wedding, Yin Chi put his arm around Song Jianchu’s shoulder, feeling relieved, “Our list has finally come to good use. Now I can face your partner with dignity.”
Song Jianchu apologized, trying to comfort him, “You’ve always been…”
Yin Chi asked, “You’re getting married so young, aren’t you regretting it?”
Song Jianchu remained calm, “Why would I regret it?”
Living a lifetime with someone you love made Song Jianchu feel incredibly fortunate.
“That’s true. If I could find a soulmate, I’d have a secret wedding too.” Yin Chi sighed. “Brother, I’m a bit envious of you.”
Song Jianchu didn’t know what to say and could only encourage him, “Keep it up.”
Yin Chi joked, “Alright, I won’t bother you anymore. Enjoy your last few minutes of freedom. In a few minutes, you’ll be a married man.”
Song Jianchu didn’t have much awareness in this regard and didn’t think his life would be much different after marriage. They weren’t going to have children, so after getting married, besides having an extra ring on their fingers, it would probably be the same daily routine as before living together.
Qin Fang had brought a gift and complained like an older brother, “You, kid, really! You got married without informing us earlier. I had to hurriedly ask the director for leave, thankfully, the director wanted to come too. Flash marriage at your age, you really keep us on our toes.”
Song Jianchu was puzzled, “I’m inviting you?”
Qin Fang produced an invitation, saying softly, “Your husband personally had his assistant bring me this invitation, to the special guest area.”
Song Jianchu: “…”
“Oh, by the way, I heard that I’ll be producing the next project that I’m collaborating on with Pei Shinian?” Qin Fang pondered.
Song Jianchu: “Yes.”
“Great, with your work, I might as well benefit from it,” Qin Fang commented.
Song Jianchu: “…”
Qin Fang kept delaying, and Song Jianchu couldn’t bear it anymore, grinding his teeth, “Are you done talking?”
“About that…” Qin Fang suddenly felt embarrassed, “Considering our relationship, can you toss the bouquet towards my side later?”
Song Jianchu was once again puzzled, “??”
“It’s not what you think. I’ve recently… entered a relationship.” Qin Fang blushed, looking elsewhere, “So, it would be nice if things could move quickly towards marriage.”
Song Jianchu scoffed, “Fine, let’s see.”
“Agreed.” Qin Fang persistently instructed, “Before you throw it, I’ll give you a signal, look at my position.”
“Okay,” Song Jianchu said expressionlessly.
Qin Fang hummed a tune contentedly.
Song Jianchu didn’t tell him that their wedding didn’t include the bouquet toss.
The wedding day was unquestionably the busiest day of their lives.
It wasn’t until just before the official entrance that Song Jianchu met Mu Ye.
Mu Ye looked him up and down, then extended his hand, “Chu Chu, looking handsome.”
Song Jianchu also thought Mu Ye looked particularly good today.
He shook Mu Ye’s hand, and Mu Ye’s fingers interlaced with his, holding on tightly.
“Time flies,” Mu Ye sighed softly.
Song Jianchu slightly curved his lips, “Indeed.”
“Looks like my temperament is too poor after all,” Mu Ye pinched his hand, saying, “You’re not nervous at all.”
Song Jianchu only became more composed on the surface the more nervous he felt.
He wouldn’t tell Mu Ye that in his mind, he was full of thoughts about the wedding procedures.
Amidst the grand music and the gaze of all the guests, Mu Ye led Song Jianchu through the flower gate, completing the steps of the wedding ceremony.
As Song Jianchu helped Mu Ye put on the ring, a slight tremble in his fingertips revealed his nerves.
Mu Ye didn’t say anything.
He lowered his eyes, fixed his gaze on the man’s face, and something burst within him.
Mu Ye slid the other ring onto Song Jianchu’s ring finger, his movement slow and sincere, calmly whispering, “Song Jianchu, I love you.”
Song Jianchu’s eyelashes quivered, and he looked up in astonishment.
He had heard such confessions many times in movies, but hearing it in person was different.
It was as if two energies from different worlds had finally completed a long cosmic journey, responding to each other’s call, overcoming all obstacles, and meeting precisely at a single point.
From those calm three words, he keenly felt Mu Ye’s intense emotions.
Just like him.
Amidst the applause and blessings from everyone present, Mu Ye held his hand and closed his eyes to fervently lean in for a kiss.
Seconds before their lips met, Song Jianchu inclined his chin and whispered softly, “Me too.”
I’ve been looking for you for a long time.
Before all of this happened.
I had a premonition about our first love.
–End of the text–
ry’s note:
It’s over (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧.
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