took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, it was Zhen Xiuwan who sent a text message to ask if he had slept, Han Yu blinked and thought about it, but sat down again and dialed Zhen Xiuwan's number. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Oh, Yu!"

Soon, the phone was connected, and Zhen Xiuwan's voice sounded quite energetic from the mobile phone in her ear, "You really haven't slept yet?"

Suddenly, Han Yu couldn't help but smile slightly when he held his mobile phone, hearing the voice of this big sister always reminded him of the joy when the crew got along with everyone, and his mood was a lot better at the moment, and he replied softly: "Well, I was busy with some personal matters just now, Sister Xiuwan, what is the matter with your call? Or is it my birthday?"

"Well, since you haven't slept, I'll tell you two things. Zhen Xiuwan said in a relaxed tone: "Let's talk about the fans first, the photos you sent out finally appeased your fans, but this time you kid has new trouble." ”

"My trouble?" Han Yu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly when he heard this.

"Hmm. On the other end of the phone, Zhen Xiuwan's voice had a slight smile in her voice, and she said to Han Yu with some teasing: "After seeing the photos you asked us to post, you kid will be on the hot search directly, it is estimated that you will be able to see the news tomorrow morning, of course, the point is that after your fans read your photos, they seem to regard the official website of our TV series as a platform to interact with you, and strongly ask you to open SNS." We're too lazy to care about it this time.,Anyway, it's not going to make much of a fuss.,It's just that ah.,You kid might be in trouble.,Next time fans will probably have a headache.,I guess you're not very happy to use something like SNS, right~?"

Zhen Xiuwan's somewhat gloating tone made Han Yu roll his eyes angrily, but he also understood what Zhen Xiuwan meant, he just learned about SNS not long ago, so he still knew what it was, which was really a big problem for himself.

Of course, fans want him to open SNS in the hope of communicating with him more, but Han Yu himself doesn't like to share his private life with too many people, and if Han Yuguang doesn't update the dynamics, he will lose the meaning of opening SNS, which seems to form a dead knot.

However, Han Yu didn't dwell too much on this issue, it was not something worth thinking about, so immediately after, he focused on the second thing that Zhen Xiuwan wanted to tell him.

"And what's the second thing?" asked Han Yu with a wink of his phone.

"Huh, it seems that you kid has already made up his mind?"

Zhen Xiuwan was slightly surprised by Han Yu's indifferent tone, she originally thought that this kid who was quite fond of fans would have a headache with the fans' request.

But this is really not an important thing, so after thinking about it, Zhen Xiuwan also put her mind on the second thing she wanted to say, which was what she was doing to find Han Yu.

"The second thing is that we have two new theme songs, and the demo of one has been recorded, I want to ask if you want to listen to it?"

"Huh, really?"

Now, Han Yu, who was a little sleepy, suddenly felt a little more energetic, he, like Jin Zhenwan and the others, was more concerned about this matter, after all, when the script and everything had been done, the OST aspect was the only thing that their crew could improve.

"Hmm!" Zhen Xiuwan's voice also carried a hint of excitement, and said to Han Yu in a brisk tone: "I just heard it, it feels very good, I will pass it to you now, you can listen to it too." ”

"Hmm. Han Yu sat up straight, holding the phone in his hand, while re-operating the computer, and asked, "Speaking of which, what is the name of the new theme song?"

The name of this song is "Lost Child", sung by Han Shuyun. On the other end of the phone, Zhen Xiuwan replied softly.

Lost kids......

Han Yu pondered the name slightly in his mouth, and this name alone really reminded him of some plots in the play, which made him look forward to the new theme song of "Kill Me, Heal Me" even more.

"Well, okay, I've passed it on. ”

Zhen Xiuwan's voice came out of her mobile phone, "Hmm...... I'm going to get up early tomorrow, I'll go to bed first, and tell me how I feel tomorrow after you hear it. ”

"Well, good night. ”

"Good night~"

Hanging up the phone, Han Yu casually put the phone aside, and then operated the mouse to click on the audio file that Zhen Xiuwan sent him.

All of a sudden, a slightly sad crisp piano sound sounded first.

"O lost child,"

A few seconds later, a slightly hoarse female voice rang out.

Han Yu leaned back in his chair, one hand propping his chin slightly, and listened intently to the song that sounded from the stereo, however, after listening quietly for a while, the expression on his face gradually changed......

"Where time stands still. ”

"O lost child,"

"On the street you're walking with. ”

"O clasped hands child,"

"Pray you can come back again. ”

"O child before the wall of parting,"

"Hold my hand, where are you?"

"Can you go back in time?"

"Can you go back to that time?"

"Can memories hold you tightly ......"

……

“……”

Listening to this melodious soulful singing in the air, Han Yu unconsciously pursed his lips, suddenly lowered his head, raised his hand and took out a photo frame pendant from his collar......

……

……

In a bedroom not far from the study.

In the dark, Zheng Xiujing lay quietly on the bed, but her clear eyes were still wide open, looking directly at the pitch-black ceiling, which looked a little bright, but her eyes were distracted......

Suddenly, she seemed to hear something, twisted her head slightly, glanced to the side, and the next moment, she pursed her lips, reached out and pulled the quilt, wrapped her body in the whole, and the whole person curled up slightly, facing the direction of the study, looking at the ......

……

……

At that end of the ocean.

Outside the house was bright sunshine, in the room, a slender figure wiped his hair, walked to the windowsill, took a deep breath of the fresh morning air, ruddy lips slightly pursed, and a pleasant and relaxed smile appeared on his beautiful face.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the sticky notes and gel pen placed on the desk next to her, as if she had thought of something, a pair of beautiful eyes blinked slightly, the corners of her lips rose slightly, and immediately, she put the towel on her slender neck, and pulled the chair in front of the desk and sat down.

[Today, I made a third phone call with Brother Sanmao, because of my birthday. This OPPA: He's really a weirdo......]

Lines of fancy English were presented on the paper, and after briefly recording what happened between herself and the man today, she put down the pen and smiled slightly, and with the sunlight pouring in from the window, she seemed to be very comfortable appreciating the diary she wrote on a rare whim today.

However, after reading it twice, she seemed to feel a little dissatisfied, picked up the pen again, added a sentence at the end, and then nodded with satisfaction.

[It's really... A man who looks like a child. 】

"Poof" laughed a little, she slightly supported her cheeks with her white palms, her eyes, and lips were full of a happy smile, just smiling at the paper in front of her, which was actually just a record of a small thing, and looked at it over and over again, as if it were ......

can see the face that he is thinking about at this time from every word he records......

……

……

At the same time.

Three different people were in different places, looking blankly at the things they loved because of different things.

Whether it is this side of the ocean or that side, the three infatuated faces seem to be faintly fixed together, an invisible association firmly connects the three people together, and the affectionate singing voice seems to be reverberating slightly in three different spaces......

"Looks like you're getting lost, right?"

"Thinking of the memories we loved,"

"When it will be erased, the heart will be cut like a knife......"

"I'm sorry, I'm still waiting for you. ”

"O child in the pouring rain,"

"Even tears can be hidden. ”

"O child who weeps at parting,"

"Can we still love each other again?"

"Can you go back in time?"

"Can you go back to that time?"

"Can memories hold you tightly ......"

- (To be continued.) )