Bei Yichen's mobile phone suddenly regained the signal, the screen lit up, and a message lay quietly in the inbox.

He was stunned for a moment, a glimmer of hope flashing in his tired eyes, like a star in the dark night sky, faint but enough to guide the way.

His hand trembled slightly as he pressed the reading button, and the words seemed to have magical power, instantly lighting up his world.

Bei Yichen looked at the message from Nanxi Creek, and a warm current surged in his heart.

Those words, like Nanxixi's smile, are bright and warm. He could see her waving to him in the sun, and the picture was so clear that it seemed to be right in front of him.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, it was a secret hidden deep in his heart, only he knew. He looked at the phone screen, his fingers hesitating on the keyboard, but he never pressed the reply button. His eyes were full of tenderness and longing, but there was also a hint of imperceptible sadness. He knows that there are some distances that cannot be crossed with information, and some moods can only be hidden deep in his heart.

After getting off the plane, Bei Yichen did not stop and left the airport directly.

As night falls, the lights come on. The hustle and bustle of the city seemed to have nothing to do with him, he just walked silently, with a lot of thoughts.

He returned to the hotel and collapsed on the bed as soon as he entered the room. The air in the room seemed to be filled with the scent of Nanxi Creek, which was a faint fragrance, as if she was beside her.

He closed his eyes and fell into the memory. Those moments spent with Nanxi Creek, those laughter and tears, are all replayed in my mind like a movie.

At that moment, Bei Yichen missed Nanxi very much in his heart.

He remembered that summer afternoon, when they sat together on a park bench, enjoying the sun and breeze. The laughter of Nanxi Creek, like clear spring water, moistened his heart. At that moment, time seemed to stop, and the world was left with only the two of them.

An inexplicable emotion appeared in Bei Yichen's heart, which was regret, longing and unspeakable loss.

He sat up suddenly, picked up his phone, and dialed the familiar number.

He knows that some distances need to be crossed with their hearts, and some feelings need to be expressed with actions. At the moment, he just wanted to hear her voice and tell her how much he missed that summer afternoon, how much he missed that bright and warm smile.

Nan Xixi's sweet voice came from the other end of the phone, like a ray of sunshine piercing the haze in Bei Yichen's heart.

It was as if he was back on that sunny afternoon, sitting on a park bench with Nanxi Creek, and the world around him became quiet. Their laughter, their conversations, the sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves, are like a beautiful piece of music, which makes people intoxicated.

At this moment, he seemed to be able to smell the faint fragrance of Nan Xixi's body, which was a refreshing breath that made him take a deep breath.

He closed his eyes, as if he could see her right in front of him, and that bright smile, those eyes full of stars, all came to his mind so clearly.

"I miss you, baby."

Bei Yichen's magnetic voice came into Nan Xixi's ears, and she showed an intoxicated smile.

She seemed to be able to feel his longing and tenderness, and that emotion was so sincere that she couldn't help but be moved. Her heart seemed to be surrounded by a warm current, and that warmth was something she had never felt before.

She remembered the bits and pieces of her acquaintance with Bei Yichen, and those laughter and tears became the most precious memories between them. She knows that no matter how far away they are, their hearts are always connected.

"I miss you too, husband." Nan Xixi said softly, her voice full of tenderness and longing.

At this moment, she seemed to be able to feel the breath of Bei Yichen, that faint fragrance, as if she was around. She closed her eyes, as if she could see him in front of her, and that affectionate look, that persistence and firmness, all came to her mind so clearly.

A strong impulse surged in Nan Xixi's heart, and she wanted to fly to Bei Yichen's side immediately and give him a deep hug.

She imagined the scene of their reunion: Bei Yichen opened his arms with a happy smile on his face, and she rushed into his arms, tightly

Hugging him. At that moment, all the distance, all the thoughts will turn into a deep kiss.

"I want to fly to your side right now and hug you tightly." Nan Xixi whispered, her voice full of tenderness and longing.

She seemed to be able to feel the breath of Bei Yichen, that faint fragrance, as if she was around. She closed her eyes, as if she could see him in front of her, and that affectionate look, that persistence and firmness, all came to her mind so clearly.

After hanging up the phone, Bei Yichen suddenly lost his sleepiness, so he picked up the script and read it.

He sat at the coffee table, the script in his hand spread out, and his eyes were intently reading every word. The storyline in the script seemed to unfold before his eyes, and vivid pictures jumped on the page.

The images of the characters in the play appeared in front of his eyes, whether they were happy or sad, angry or sad, and every expression and action was vivid. He seemed to be able to feel the emotional fluctuations of the character, and he was moved by the realism and delicacy.

Bei Yichen was immersed in the world of the script and forgot the time. His thoughts fluctuate with the ups and downs of the storyline, as if he had become a member of the play. He breathes and shares the fate of the character, and that emotional resonance allows him to understand the character more deeply.

The light softly sprinkled through the room. Bei Yichen sat in front of the coffee table, holding the script in his hand, immersed in the world of the play. His eyes are focused and serious, as if he can see through the paper into the inner world of the character.

He flips to the next page, and the plot in the script gradually unfolds. It was as if he saw a young man, his eyes determined and his face resolute. The man's figure gradually became clear in Bei Yichen's mind, and he seemed to be able to feel his emotional fluctuations, and the tenacity and persistence made him moved.

Bei Yichen closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He seemed to be able to smell the breath of the character, and that faint fragrance made him understand the character's character more deeply.

He began to figure out every movement and expression of the character, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, as if searching for the rhythm and rhythm of the character.

Bei Yichen caught a glimpse of the sketch script at hand, and couldn't help but think that he had been really busy recently.

Seeing that he had already advanced the second year's time, he would definitely not have time to study music properly, and his heart couldn't help but sink when he thought of this.

But he knew in his heart that while he liked music, he also seemed to be in love with acting.