EBE Chapter 647 [Boy Group Side Story] Reminiscing 1
Chapter 647 [Boy Group Side Story] Reminiscing 1
Chapter 647 [Boy Group Side Story] Reminiscing 1
As night deepened, the sky darkened and streetlights rose, revealing a complex network of overpasses winding through the city, with a constant stream of vehicles dotting the bustling metropolis.
The skyscrapers built along the river offer excellent views from their top floors, providing a panoramic view of the most prosperous area in City A.
The room was dark and gloomy, with no lights on, creating an eerie atmosphere.
"Ring ring ring."
On the expensive sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Lan Sen held a bottle in his slender hand. His delicate face was slightly pale, and he stared blankly out the window with an expressionless look.
"Ring ring ring!" The phone rang urgently again. He snapped out of his reverie and slowly pressed the answer button.
Hearing Qi Nanxing's concerned greetings from inside, a trace of warmth returned to his bloodless face.
"Okay, I'm fine. Just keep an eye on Yu Xingli and Zhou Zhiyan and those other excited guys."
Lansen's voice remained nonchalant, clear and resonant with a touch of gentleness.
On the other side, Qi Nanxing didn't notice anything wrong, but he still carefully comforted and instructed her.
However, the calm and peaceful Lan Sen he had imagined was not as serene as he had envisioned. The room, with its air conditioning set at a very low temperature and no lights on, felt extremely cold, and a cell phone, its screen glowing, sat quietly to the side of the sofa.
Lan Sen listened to Qi Nanxing's words in a gentle tone while opening the bottle in his hand with a blank expression.
Without hesitation, he poured most of the sleeping pills into his hand. As Qi Nanxing hung up the phone, he was about to drink from his water glass when something suddenly pressed down on his hand holding the pills in the darkness.
A chilling aura emanated from in front of him, and Lan Sen slowly opened his eyes, only to be met with a pair of familiar, bright eyes of a young man.
With a loud crash, the water glass shattered on the ground, splashing water everywhere and staining clean clothes and pants.
The moment Lan Sen looked up and his eyes met the man's, he panicked and lost his composure.
His voice trembled as he cried out in disbelief, "Zhaozhao?"
The translucent figure that appeared out of nowhere was tall and slender. The boy was about eighteen years old. When he looked at him with his dark and clean eyes, he was filled with the same sadness as him.
This was a familiar face to him, his deceased friend Wen Zizhao.
"...You came back to pick me up?"
Did Zhao Zhao know he was leaving too, so she came to pick him up early?
The hand with clearly visible veins reached out towards the semi-transparent figure in front of him, and unexpectedly passed right through his body.
Lan Sen, who hadn't shed a tear in a very long time, silently let a tear glisten across his gentle, jade-like face.
"What were you doing just now!" Zhao Zhao's dead heart pounded wildly. He gripped Lan Sen's hand tightly, his dark eyes flashing with rage.
Lan Sen is now the leader of a top-tier boy band. With his excellent singing and dancing skills, he has just finished a grand concert and has a bright future ahead of him.
But to everyone's surprise, he attempted suicide by overdosing on pills that night.
Zhao Zhao never expected that when he returned to this world, he would see such a desperate side.
A dark room, a gloomy corner of a sofa, and a headstrong teenager taking medication in despair.
Hearing his angry question, Lan Sen subconsciously hid the medicine, but the more he tried to hide it, the more chaotic things became. Zhao Zhao knocked the medicine to the ground, unable to bear seeing his disheveled appearance any longer.
Through the neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, I could vaguely make out that thin, pale face: "How did you become like this? You said you would take good care of yourself."
"Lansen, is this how you take care of yourself?"
Lan Sen stared blankly: "So you're angry and came back to settle scores with me... is that right?"
The hand that reached out again passed right through his body, cruelly telling him the truth once more.
He shook his head and chuckled self-deprecatingly, "No way, I must be dreaming."
"Snapped!"
As the lights came on, Lan Sen slowly turned his head back, and in his gaze, filled with both sadness and expectation, the person's translucent body was still there.
His clean, dark eyes glared at him with fury, a vivid and incredibly realistic image.
"Zhaozhao, you really came back to see me..."
At this moment, he longed to reach out and hug him, and to ask him how he had been these past five years.
Zhao Zhao saw through his intention. He could touch Lan Sen's body, so she took the initiative to lean in and hug him, whispering in his ear, "Lan Sen, I'm back. I'll stay by your side from now on."
"Don't think about it anymore."
In the chilly atmosphere, Lan Sen drifted off to sleep.
A smile played on his lips. In his dream world, his beloved younger brother had returned. They shone brightly together on the grand stage, and the regrets and resentments he had felt in his midnight dreams were finally realized.
However, when the sun rose and he saw the deserted bedroom, a wave of disappointment and disillusionment washed over him as he woke up at the usual time of his biological clock.
"Dream?"
He remained relatively calm on the surface, showing no signs of the outburst he had exhibited the previous night.
However, his unsteady and disheveled figure as he got out of bed revealed his unease. He stubbornly walked step by step to the French windows in the living room, where the sleeping pills he had carelessly spilled on the carpet the night before had disappeared.
Even the water stains spilled on the sofa were dried by the sunlight streaming in, and all traces disappeared, as if he had never been in his world.
He stood there quietly for a while, then dressed and washed up as usual. After answering a phone call, he opened the door and left expressionlessly.
“Lansen, I feel he has changed a lot.”
At this moment, Zhao Zhao, who was hiding in the closet, was curled up in a dark corner. Through the crack, she saw the bright sunlight in front of the French windows and grinned.
"I feel like if I were exposed to sunlight right now, I'd just die instantly."
【Take away the feeling.】
[This form is already quite good. As long as you are not exposed to sunlight, you can still live for a long time.]
Zhao Zhao sighed. He never expected that when he returned to this world, he would be in the form of a ghost that could not be exposed to light.
She couldn't help but worry: "Will my form, living among them, have any effect on their health?"
【Won't. 】
So he felt relieved.
Zhao Zhao, who didn't need to eat or drink, stayed in the closet for the entire day until sunset and nightfall before daring to step out.
The large, single-level apartment, spanning several hundred square meters, is decorated in a low-key yet luxurious style. When Zhao Zhao is bored, she transforms into a fairy godmother and cleans Lan Sen's house.
He was the one who cleaned up the pills scattered on the ground yesterday; this time, cleaning things up was a familiar task, even though it was his first time.
Su felt a pang of sympathy seeing this: "Don't do this. Doesn't Lan Sen have hands?!"
Zhao Zhao recalled Lan Sen's condition absentmindedly: "But he looks so pitiful. By the way, why hasn't Lan Sen come back yet?"
On his first night back in this world, he found Lansen and realized that something was wrong with him. Zhaozhao thought she should calm him down first before going to find the other companions.
The clock on the drawer watch pointed to 10 p.m., and Lansen's house was still only occupied by his semi-transparent figure.
Zhao Zhao was bored and started counting on her fingers: "You stinky Lan Sen, if you don't come home soon, I'm going out to play."
He must be really bored staying here all day.
However, just as the complaint was uttered, the sound of the door opening came from the doorway.
"Lansen!"
His clean, dark eyes immediately sparkled with a bright light. He excitedly floated to the door and stood there, rushing into Lan Sen's arms the moment Lan Sen opened the door.
"Why did it take you so long to come back! I missed you so much!"
A cool sensation enveloped her, and a body she could clearly feel nestled in her arms.
Lan Sen lowered his head inch by inch, incredulous: "What... what happened?"
Her bloodshot eyes were filled with surprise, and the fatigue of the day vanished in that instant.
Was he hallucinating?
Or is the dream still ongoing?
The situation was so shocking that even after being confronted with the facts repeatedly, Lansen still couldn't believe it.
He hoped it was real so much that he was even more worried about the virtual reality that he had imagined, which is why he was so cautious.
"Don't stand at the door, it won't be good if someone sees you." Zhao Zhao pursed her lips shyly and pulled the dazed Lan Sen inside.
He pointed to the clean floor and tidy furnishings, tilting his head back as if seeking praise: "Lansen, I cleaned all of this!"
The smug tone made Lan Sen seem to float away as well.
He blinked hard, and Zhao Zhao's cheerful smiling face was still vivid in his mind's eye.
He finally began to believe.
"...Wow, that's amazing! Zhao Zhao is so great!" The habitual praise had already slipped out.
Tears welled up in his eyes again, but his outstretched hand still couldn't touch that translucent body.
"Why can't I see you? I...I miss you so much."
He finally revealed his vulnerability once again, "You don't know, we've been thinking about you every single moment these past years."
"Sorry……"
"It's not your fault, it's all my fault. I failed to protect you back then."
The moment Zhao Zhao died was ultimately his lifelong regret. Looking at that boy's body, which was ultimately different from theirs, Lan Sen's heart was still empty, and guilt almost buried him.
“But Lansen, I have never blamed you. It is all fate, and I am willing to accept it.”
Zhao Zhao stomped her foot in frustration: "You're not allowed to blame yourself either!"
“…Okay.” Lan Sen’s eyes were gentle as he coaxed him softly.
Zhao Zhao hugged the thin and tired body and couldn't help but ask with concern, "I heard you haven't been taking good care of yourself."
He patted Lansen on the shoulder, frowning with the air of a stern mentor: "I'm angry! Humph!"
"You won't leave again, right?" Lan Sen suddenly asked, and Zhao Zhao nodded.
"Then punish me."
Lan Sen, dressed in white shirt and black pants, smiled gently; time seemed to have left no trace on his stunningly beautiful face.
It feels like just yesterday I was a teenager.
Zhao Zhao heard him say each word seriously, "Then punish me by making me take care of you for the rest of my life."
My heart started pounding again, so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.
Lan Sen stared intently at the other person with his dark eyes, not daring to be distracted for a moment: "I just don't know if you, Zhao Zhao, will give me this opportunity."
Even if Wen Zizhao were no longer human, he wouldn't care at all.
The two stood facing each other, bathed in the dazzling night view through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Zhao Zhao smiled brightly: "Okay!"
Lansen, who had been tense, breathed a sigh of relief and smiled through his tears: "Does this mean that you won't leave me again?"
"Yes."
The only way to make up for regrets is with time and love.
Considering his unique physical condition, Zhao Zhao said, "However, my body is currently afraid of sunlight. To compensate for this weakness, I need a container."
Lansen's mind went blank for a moment: "Container?"
He inappropriately thought of things from certain supernatural stories.
Zhao Zhao patted his arm and suddenly asked, "Is Xingxing still playing with the dolls?"
The familiar address brought back memories of their carefree days in Leyu. Lan Sen laughed and said, "Yeah, sometimes it's quite speechless. No matter how important the occasion, he always has to bring his tattered doll."
Although his tone was dismissive, the intimacy in his words revealed that their relationship was extraordinary.
Zhao Zhao's eyes lit up: "Perfect! Xingxing's doll might be my container during the day!"
Lan Sen chuckled: "Shall I call him now and have him bring the doll over?"
"now?"
Zhao Zhao looked at the sky: "Isn't it too late?"
He didn't want Yu Xingli to work so hard.
"It's okay, he doesn't rest that early."
Even when there are no events, I still stay up until 2 or 3 a.m. playing games.
This time period has become their boy band's habitual sleep time.
They were all used to it, but Zhao Zhao wasn't.
Zhao Zhao scratched her head: "I remember that Teacher Qi Nanxing used to stipulate that we had to go to bed before eleven o'clock, didn't he?"
Lan Sen simply smiled and calmly made a phone call to Yu Xingli.
After two or three unanswered calls, he hung up as usual and explained to Zhao Zhao, who was waiting anxiously beside him, "They're probably still busy."
"Oh."
In just five short years, everything has changed, and Zhao Zhao felt inexplicably lost.
The spacious house was just one more person in it, but everything was different.
Lansen smiled happily, and the thought of suicide no longer crossed his mind.
He was worried that Zhao Zhao would be bored while he was taking a shower, so he gave him his phone to play with.
Unfortunately, the phone passed right through his arm, and Lansen's smile froze.
"It's alright, Lansen. You see, things I actively touch won't penetrate my body," he quickly explained, worried that Lansen might be overthinking things.
Cautiously glancing over, she saw that Lan Sen seemed to not want her to worry, and forced a smile: "Okay, I'm going to take a shower first."
In the real world, almost the only constant is emotion. Zhao Zhao plays the new game and runs around like an idiot.
He was verbally abused relentlessly by his teammates in the game, but since he didn't know how to swear, he silently remained silent.
"I'm just a newbie, I don't know how to play."
He muttered softly, sounding somewhat aggrieved.
Are people this aggressive these days?
Just then, Yu Xingli's phone rang. Zhao Zhao's fingers, which were busy tapping the screen, accidentally hung up. When he quickly called back after the game ended, a pleasant male voice came from the other end.
"Hey Lansen, you little brat, I just didn't answer your call, why are you getting angry?"
A tired yet smiling voice rang out, and Zhao Zhao remained silent for a long time.
"Huh, are you really angry?" Yu Xingli began to mock, "No way, Lan Sen, when did you become so fragile...?"
“…Brother Xingxing”.
"......"
When Zhao Zhao uttered those words, choked with emotion, the air between them fell silent.
On the other side, Yu Xingli, who had just finished his external affairs, paused as he walked, his hands trembling as he suddenly came to his senses.
It's lamentable that even after all these years, hearing that familiar "Brother Xingxing" still breaks my defenses so easily.
"Hello, are you a friend of Lansen?"
He smiled, but his voice was slightly hoarse: "But I hope you won't call me that in the future. I'm not used to it. Please understand."