Yu Sheng ultimately did not receive a reply from Shen Shuangjian.
In the distance, Lin Weiluo, who had come to call Shen Shuangjian and Yu Sheng back from the recording crew, waved, interrupting their conversation.
" Shuangjian! Xiao Yu! Time to go back and record the interview!"
The two-month-long recording process, fraught with difficulties, is finally coming to an end.
Most of these seven people are celebrities with many schedules and jobs to do; it's impossible for them to record for half a year or a year without doing anything.
Moreover, when the production team signed the contract, they couldn't have predicted the show's popularity and budget.
So after this episode ends, there's still one more live broadcast left, and the show will be temporarily paused to prepare for the recording of the second half. This can be considered a risk-avoidance measure.
When Shen Shuangjian the photography studio, Gu Xuanlin had just finished recording and was walking out of it.
He bumped into Shen Shuangjian, which invariably put Gu Xuanlin in a good mood. He smiled gently. " Shuangjian, you've come."
Shen Shuangjian paused briefly and nodded to him, indicating she had no intention of speaking, Gu Xuanlin aside to make way for the doorway. "Come on in."
When Shen Shuangjian entered, there were only two or three staff members in the room, several cameras were set up, and there was a small wooden box on the table in front of the chair.
"Teacher Shuangjian is here! Please have a seat."
The staff member's eyes crinkled with laughter, showing even more genuine joy than the previous person.
"Because you know that our show is about to go on hiatus, we wanted to record a short interview before it ends. It's very simple; we just want to talk about our feelings about filming this show for so long and look at the letters we've collected from our viewers."
"Teacher Shuangjian probably doesn't know, but you've received the most letters, yet we only brought these."
Her long, half-closed eyelashes trembled slightly twice. Shen Shuangjian, sitting in the chair, slowly raised her eyes to look at the camera.
In fact, ever since she met Xie Qingchi during that live stream, Shen Shuangjian has never deliberately looked at the comments or bullet screens again.
From the moment he woke up in his hospital bed, he knew that there was a lot of malice in the world that hated him, so he never paid attention to the internet.
" Shuangjian- sensei, please open it and take a look."
Shen Shuangjian was unaware of these tactics, and didn't know that comments and letters from non-fans couldn't actually be delivered to him.
He simply pursed his lips in silence, his slender, white fingers gently unfolding the letter. As he lowered his head, his long hair cascaded down, carrying a fragrant breeze.
When the gaze falls on the white paper, the dense text is displayed all at once, captured by the camera.
"My dearest Shuangjian, it is as if we are meeting in person upon receiving this letter."
It's a pity I can't meet you in the real world in my true form; I can only lay out paper and pen to write down my longing and love.
The first time I started watching you was during the desert episode. I had just finished my tedious and heavy schoolwork when I suddenly remembered a video I had come across before, so I clicked on the live stream out of boredom.
You were standing in the barren desert on the live stream. I looked at you, unable to come back to my senses for a long time, with only a phrase that I didn't know where it came from.
Like the exquisite blue and white porcelain passed down through generations, it is beautiful in its own right.
I rewatched the old live stream replays and looked at countless videos and photos of you.
Then I realized that what attracted me most was not your stunning appearance, but your more precious inner qualities and your unwavering integrity in the face of controversy.
And so I inevitably fell in love with you, losing myself in every late night.
A traveler from afar, a sight to behold, cannot be seen even for a fortune.
The brush and ink express longing in exquisite detail, with endless tenderness and affection.
Shen Shuangjian watched it silently until her inner unease began to subside, then calmed, and finally faded, before ripples of emotion stirred again.
[A fortune couldn't buy a glimpse of this glorious era... (tears fall)]
Damn, she's such a good writer, what am I supposed to do?
He sat there quietly, pale, beautiful, serene, like a piece of timeless blue-and-white porcelain, beautiful in its own right.
He's so beautiful, what should I do? I'm about to cry.
The letter was carefully placed along its original creases, and Shen Shuangjian her eyes to open the second letter.
It was a pink letter wrapped in a lot of lace, and when you opened it, you could even smell a faint perfume scent.
It was carefully packaged by its owner.
"My dearest Shuangjian wife, Shuangjian baby, Shuangjian big beauty, I should be one of your earliest fans. Although the time I've been with you for a long time is not very long, I have always followed you and never missed a single live stream."
Actually, there are some things I've always wanted to say to you, but when it comes to actually writing them down, I inexplicably find myself at a loss for words.
I want to say, baby, you are a very beautiful baby. Don't be afraid of the camera getting close, and don't deliberately avoid other people's gaze.
Similarly, baby, you are also a very stable and strong person. You are amazing, much more amazing than me, because if I were facing so many focused, malicious, kind, and envious gazes every day, I wouldn't be able to ignore them completely.
Don't be afraid of the voices and opinions of others. You must believe that there are many people in this world who love you just like I do—a love that needs no reward and is without reason.
So baby! Never be easily moved by other people's love and kindness!
Actually, you are loved by many people. Even if it's not the whole world, when I love you, you are my whole world!
Third letter:
"Yesterday, I was walking down the street when I met a face reader. I showed him your picture, but he actually said that you are my nemesis."
"It's okay, baby, I'll wear Nike from now on."
Fourth letter:
" Shen Shuangjian, why do you love me so much?! I love you so much I'm going crazy, sob sob, but I'm abroad and don't have a chance to see you. Can you come to Russia? I'll be your sled dog, woof sob sob."
Fifth letter:
May you live a long and peaceful life, and enjoy happiness throughout your life. Shen Shuangjian, I wish you a long and healthy life.
Shen Shuangjian, may you live to be a hundred years old.
These letters express a thousand tender feelings and ten thousand kinds of affection.
Shen Shuangjian even blushed as she watched.
He would blush at words that expressed his love openly, and be moved by the tenderness conveyed between the lines.
He didn't know that in this world, in every corner he couldn't see, there were people who loved him.
They said he was very handsome and had a great personality.
They said they would live to be a hundred years old.
Shen Shuangjian gently gathered the letters, her heart rippled with emotion, and for the first time stared directly at the camera for a long time before tears slowly fell.
"Thank you."
Shen Shuangjian that this was always the case; her words were always inadequate and her answers were irrelevant.
His gentleness, introversion, calmness, and aloofness all stemmed from his long-standing loneliness.
If only someone could express their love for him so deeply and passionately, without being burned by his beauty or affected by their own inferiority complex.
Perhaps Shen Shuangjian could also learn to be frank.
Just like right now, what he really wanted to say was --
Thank you for loving me.