Stardust

Chapter 2 The Brilliant Moment When I Met the Stars Again (2)
"How is it possible?" Ji Moqing sneered, turned his head and looked at the buildings that were speeding back and forth outside the car window, his voice became extremely soft, "His thoughts are all on Su Manlei now, and... I have changed my appearance..."

"Oh, is that so, they are still together." Wen Zichen paid attention to her expression, and thought she would be moved, but he found nothing in her eyes, "Don't you care?"

Ji Moqing shook her head: "I will never forget it."

"Do you hate him?"

Ji Moqing still shook her head: "He is not qualified."

Wen Zichen's body froze, feeling that the heated workshop was still very cold, and the cold air was rushing around in the workshop, from his eyes to his heart.Cold as ice.

Three years.

He has been with her for three years.

Watching her change, watching her work hard to achieve her present achievement, she once rejoiced that it was Wen Zichen who was always by her side, and she was able to be so strong because of him.She never thought that she could replace that person in her heart, but why, after so long, she still treats him like that?

He doesn't have the right to be hated by you, that's because she still has him in her heart, and because of him, she can't see him at all.

The scene of the new book signing event.

There is still more than an hour until the signing starts.

The entire sixth floor of the First Book City is full of people waiting for autographs. Both boys and girls are holding a few new books and waiting happily. Everyone's eyes are shining brightly on the elevator entrance.

In another hour, their idol writer will walk out of here.

Many reporters waited around a large hanging painting.

It was the promotional poster of the new book. The cover and promotional poster were designed by Bei Xi, the painter who won the Best Newcomer Award of the year. The cover of the book was enlarged several times, and the title of the book was printed very beautifully:
The furthest distance in the world.

The furthest distance in the world is not loving each other but not being together.

But obviously unable to resist this breath, but still had to pretend not to care.

The farthest distance in the world is not that it is obviously unable to resist this breath, but still pretends not to care.

Instead, use an indifferent heart to dig an insurmountable ditch between you and the person who loves you.

【Seven】

As soon as she got out of the car, Ji Moqing saw Bei Xi standing at the gate of the First Book City.

Beixi is a Chinese-American mixed-race boy with a strong aura. He has healthy wheat-colored skin, deep blue eyes, short blond hair, and a charming appearance with a smile on his lips. Self-reliance becomes the focus, and it can be spotted at a glance even in a sea of ​​people.

"There are still about 10 minutes to start signing. It's not too late. How about a great writer, sign for me first!" Bei Xi smiled brightly, her eyes fell on Wen Zichen who was following behind Ji Moqing , "You are here too."

"Are you here to tease me on purpose, Bei Xi." Ji Moqing looked up at him.

"Don't dare, if I offend you, I won't have the chance to help you draw the cover and illustrations next time?" Bei Xi put her hand on her shoulder intentionally or unintentionally, her breath blowing in her ear, "Qing Qing, I will accompany you to sign the sale today."

Wen Zichen suddenly said in a cold voice: "Let's go up and prepare first, the signing is about to start." After finishing speaking, he walked into the revolving glass door of the First Book City first, Bei Xi also smiled, and naturally held Ji Moqing followed behind half-dragging her arm.

When Ji Moqing was sitting at the autograph booth, the clock on the watch just pointed to one o'clock, and Bei Xi and Wen Zichen stood behind her, like two flower guardians.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly boiled, and the book fans were more enthusiastic than when they were waiting, and there were even many voices talking about the two boys standing behind Ji Moqing.

"That mixed-race boy is so handsome, and so is the other..."

"That's right, the one on the left seems to be Ji Moqing's manager, and the one on the right is Ji Moqing's royal painter Bei Xi."

"It's amazing!"

At the signing table.

Bei Xi, who has a keen ear, told Wen Zichen verbatim: "Hey, did you hear that? Qingqing's book fans are discussing us!"

Wen Zichen slightly raised the corners of his mouth, but did not speak, his gaze fell deeply on Ji Moqing.

The sixth floor of the First Bookstore.

As soon as the elevator door was opened, Chu Xiao raised her eyes and looked at the crowded scene in front of her, she couldn't help but stop, her deep eyes went through the crowd and saw her——

It's Ji Moqing.

Ji Moqing opened the cover of the book, quickly signed her name, smiled and handed the book to the reader standing in front of her who was waiting with joy, and when she turned her gaze, she immediately saw the boy who was blocked by the crowd at the elevator door not far away .

"Sister Mo Qing, can I take a photo with you?"

His eyes were instantly frozen by the gel, and at this moment, a sweet request from a little girl came from his ear, Ji Moqing retracted his inadvertently drifting gaze, and smiled brightly: "Okay."

The feeling of being strongly watched just now gradually disappeared with her inadvertently withdrawing her gaze. Chu Xiao looked around at the book fans who were waiting for Ji Moqing's signature, and turned her head to ask the people around her: "What day is today, why are there so many people?" Is there someone?" As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes turned to the huge hanging picture on the side, on which were written eight beautifully printed characters.

- the furthest distance in the world.

"It's Ji Moqing's signing event, young master."

"When will it end?"

"It will be over in about an hour or so."

Chu Xiao raised her hand to look at the time on the watch, and asked in a low voice, "Can I get her autographed book?"

"This..." The people behind were a little embarrassed, "It's almost over now, and there are still so many people, I'm afraid it will be difficult..."

Chu Xiaoyi frowned immediately, and after a few minutes she said slowly: "Isn't there a resting place specially prepared in the book city for the writers who signed the book? Then send someone to ask for autographed books. Is it okay? No matter what, I must get the book signed by her." After speaking, Chu Xiaoyi immediately walked away.

The signing session didn't end until six o'clock. Ji Moqing's right hand was so sore that she couldn't lift it up. She looked at the book fans who were still lined up like a long queue, then stood up and turned to Wen Zichen. direction to go.

Wen Zichen immediately understood, walked up to the signing booth, and said loudly: "I'm sorry, today's signing activity is coming to an end, and our Ji Moqing is really sorry that everyone has waited in line for so long. There is still a book signing in the book shopping center, please come again, thank you for your support." Then he also turned and left the signing booth.

in the lounge.

Ji Moqing collapsed on the sofa and closed her eyes: "I'm so tired."

"I'm here to give you a massage." Bei Xi immediately sat next to her, holding her right hand very gently with both hands, "You signed a lot of books today, from one o'clock to six o'clock for five hours Without rest, your hands will become stiff."

His voice was warm, flowing into her heart like a warm current.

Wen Zichen, who was sitting on the side, also reminded her: "The people from Jingmo Culture have an appointment at Wuzhouhu Hotel at [-] o'clock, so there is still more than an hour, Mo Qing, take a good rest."

"It's all your fault. Why do you keep telling Qingqing to sign deals here and there, and participate in some TV station's radio program, which makes her so tired. Is there anyone like you as a manager?" Bei Xi looked at Seeing Wen Zichen complaining.

Ji Moqing waved her hands and sat up, looking at Bei Xi with a smile in her eyes: "You blame Ah Chen for doing something, but in fact, most of the itinerary is arranged by myself, and it's none of his business."

"Qingqing." Bei Xi was anxious, "Why did you make such an arrangement? I don't even understand why you want to be a writer?"

Why be a writer?
Ji Moqing chuckled: "Didn't you become a painter because you like painting? And I only want to be a writer because I like painting." Maybe, it's really just because I like painting, and I have no other intentions.

With a click, the door of the lounge was pushed open from the outside.

Wen Zichen saw that it was a staff member, and quickly stood up to thank: "The success of today's signing is thanks to the cooperation of the staff of the First Bookstore. The order at the scene was maintained so well, which made us a lot easier."

"Everywhere, it's because Ji Moqing's popularity is too high, and the book fans are very orderly, and they are all very educated people, and all of this is due to the great writer Ji Moqing."

Ji Moqing smiled and became polite: "But I also want to thank you and the staff for your cooperation."

"You're too polite, by the way, I have one more thing to ask you."

Ji Moqing raised her eyes and smiled politely: "Okay, please tell me."

The staff took out a book from behind. It was "The Farthest Distance in the World" which was signed on the spot today. He smiled and said, "Beautiful writer, please sign for me too."

Ji Moqing was startled for a moment, then smiled and took out a signature pen, opened the first page of the book and wrote down her name and today's date fluently, "I signed it, and thank you for your support."

"You're welcome, let's rest for a while before leaving." After speaking, the staff member opened the door and walked out.

"It feels a little weird." Wen Zichen looked at her face, trying to find some information from her face, but Ji Moqing just shook his head and said, "It's just a signature, it's nothing."

【Eight】

It was already eleven o'clock at night when she came back from the Wuzhou Lake Hotel, and Wen Zichen went back when he sent her downstairs.

Taking out the key to open the door, Ji Moqing took off her shoes and walked into the room barefoot. The cold temperature from the floor penetrated into her whole body from the soles of her feet in an instant. After a tiring day, she almost fell asleep on the bed while shaking.

In the middle of the night, she felt as if a pair of warm hands were placed on her forehead, and she vaguely heard someone say: "She has some hypoglycemia, and she is still having a low-grade fever. People with hypoglycemia should not be too tired, pay attention to the intake of food and nutrition, especially go to bed early at night."

"Okay, I'll keep an eye out, thanks."

The voice is so familiar and warm...

Wen Zichen tucked the quilt for her, sat on the edge of her bed and looked at her, there was no trace of the past on the beautiful face in front of him, it was only because he was too tired that his face was a little pale.

"It always makes people worry so much. It's really your style of doing things." He used to stay by her side all night and night like this, but the situation now is no different from before.

In just three years, things have changed.

"Mo Qing, do you feel tired if you keep doing this?"

It was already early morning when Ji Moqing woke up, the winter sun shone in, gradually warming the room, and there was a faint scent wafting in the air.

Is someone cooking?
Ji Moqing got out of bed and went out, just in time to see Wen Zichen who was carrying soup from the kitchen, he immediately laughed when he saw her, "Hurry up and have breakfast, you must be hungry."

She didn't speak, just sat quietly at the table and looked at him. She never thought that the old young master could also cook. With a pale pink Hello Kitty apron around her waist, she usually looks handsome and handsome Wen Zichen, who is full of kingly spirit in every move, has an indescribable cuteness now.

Ji Moqing couldn't help but burst out laughing. At this moment, she realized that maybe only by her side would his nobility disappear without a trace.

Wen Zichen ignored her and said with a smile: "I don't know how you usually live when I'm not around. You must write until late every day before going to bed, otherwise why would you have hypoglycemia? Last night you had a fever, I took care of you , you have been busy doing this and that for you, and you didn’t even say thank you, yet you still have the nerve to snigger here.”

So this is ah!

Ji Moqing smiled lightly, and said seriously: "Thank you, Ah Chen, thank you for being by my side." In this world, apart from Wen Zichen, there is no one and there will never be someone who treats her so well.

Wen Zichen was very unaccustomed to her saying this, and said softly: "If you really want to thank me, take good care of your body and don't worry me all the time. The school has already asked for leave for you. Take a good rest for a few days and don’t write anymore. In addition, you can’t go to bed after [-] o’clock when you write at night, don’t try to lie to me, I will check my work every day.”

Ji Moqing shook his head helplessly, raised his head and looked through the living room until he looked at the sky outside the window. It seemed that a dark cloud slowly floated over from the other side of the sky, just blocking the sunlight in the winter, and suddenly there was a A strange, hazy feeling.

Why do you feel that the future is not so bright?No longer thinking about it, she stretched out her hand to pick up the porridge that was steaming from the table, and ate it slowly.

At this time, the doorbell rang quickly, as if the person who came had something very urgent.

Wen Zichen wiped his hands and walked to the living room to open the door. As soon as the door opened, Bei Xi rushed in like a gust of wind, still muttering: "Qingqing, are you okay? Wen Zichen called me last night. Said that you were sick, originally wanted to come over, but he said it was too late, so I came before dawn in the morning, you know, my home is too far away from yours. "

It was unimaginable that Bei Xi could finish such a long sentence in one breath without even taking a breath.

"You're so noisy." Ji Moqing glanced at him lightly.

"I'm very worried about you." Bei Xi looked at her with a wrinkled face and opened a pair of blue eyes. No one knows when someone dies at home."

Hearing this, Wen Zichen's face turned pale immediately, and he said angrily, "Bei Xi, didn't you wake up this morning? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Seeing Wen Zichen's piercing gaze at him, Bei Xi immediately realized it, and quickly apologized to Ji Moqing: "I said something wrong, I'm sorry. Qingqing, are you better? You still don't look well? "

"I'm fine, I'm much better already." Ji Moqing smiled slightly, with a transparent beauty in her smile.

At this moment, Bei Xi never knew that her smile could be so beautiful that it made people feel distressed.

【nine】

It was lunch time, and the school cafeteria was full of people from the school, except for two people sitting at a table near the window in the restaurant - Chu Xiaoyi and Su Manlei.

Su Manlei said while drinking juice, "Xiaoyi, do you know? The new female writer named Ji Moqing transferred from our class, you met last time."

"What's up with her?"

"I don't know what big name she is playing, but she didn't come to class. She heard that she was sick at home, and she really thought that being a writer was great."

Chu Xiaoyi answered her lightly: "Why are you angry? Isn't it amazing that a girl who is about your age can become a young writer that everyone knows?"

"You seem to have a good impression of her?" Su Manlei gave him a blank look and said angrily.

"I don't know her personally, and I'm just being objective."

Su Manlei became angry, and raised her volume: "No, why do I feel that you are helping her speak?"

"Keep your voice down, Man Lei." Chu Xiao looked at her, "Hurry up and eat."

(End of this chapter)