When Gu Jin Mian saw the supporting character with the same name and matching appearance in the original work, he was somewhat surprised.
But when He Bujin said it himself, Gu Jinmian couldn’t help but treat it as a joke.
He carefully recalled the original text, remembering how he cursed He Bujin when Gu Jinmian appeared.
He realized that He Bujin didn’t bear a grudge against him. Instead, he found his information online and portrayed him as a perverted antagonist.
And does He Bujin really have such incredible abilities? Gu Jinmian knew that comments on Jinjiang could reveal readers’ IP addresses, but it only provided a rough geographical area. How did He Bujin manage to dig up his name and appearance?
Could he be a hacker?
He claimed that writing was just a part-time job, and sitting in a wheelchair, it was highly possible that his other job was related to the internet.
However, considering how busy he was, it seemed unlikely that he would have the time to investigate a reader. Besides, his personality seemed to be the type that said “It’s none of my business.”
Gu Jinmian didn’t know what he was speculating about. He was looking at Yin Moshu, but his eyes were visibly unfocused. His pupils dilated and then constricted again, making it seem like he was imagining something fascinating.
After thinking for so long, he decided to ask Yin Moshu directly.
After learning about his disability, Gu Jin Mian’s courage seemed to be cut in half. He transformed from a fierce wild wolf into a timid little turtle.
Except for indirectly wanting to inquire about the condition of his legs, he didn’t dare touch upon any other real-life topics.
Yin Moshu’s gaze fell on his phone, lost in thought.
He stood up first, and when Gu Jinmian saw him stand up, he immediately followed suit. “It’s time to go.”
The two walked out of the coffee shop in silence.
As they stepped outside, the orange hues of the setting sun bathed them. Unbeknownst to them, the afternoon had passed, and this fantastical day was coming to an end.
Gu Jinmian stood outside the door for a few seconds and suddenly saw a familiar figure behind a large tree.
Wasn’t that the master they just met?
As they walked a little further, Gu Jinmian turned back and saw the master stretching his neck to watch them. More precisely, he was watching Yin Moshu, with an eagerness that surpassed that of someone looking at their lover.
Gu Jinmian: “…”
The strangeness that often occurred before, Bai Xinyu and Du Bai’an looking like sons when facing Yin Moshu, photographers feeling like they were capturing a deity when photographing Yin Moshu, and the collective restlessness of the audience in the movie theater when Yin Moshu played a role—all made sense now.
In a certain sense, the author who created this world was indeed like a god.
Gu Jinmian couldn’t compete with him in this world.
He didn’t want to compete with him.
The previous Gu Jinmian could never have imagined that he would meet He Bujin in the story, walking quietly on a path adorned with the setting sun and fallen leaves.
He never thought he would meet He Bujin. Every time He Bujin tortured Yin Moshu, when other readers wanted to send razor blades to He Bujin, he imagined rushing to his house and having a fight with him, forcing him to write a happy chapter for Yin Moshu.
The world was truly strange.
He stepped into the book written by He Bujin, and He Bujin also transmigrated because of his “blessing.” The two exchanged sweet words and stabbed each other with knives. After all the twists and turns, they unexpectedly walked together harmoniously.
“He Bujin.”
Yin Moshu, who was walking ahead on the right, stopped, turned to look at him with an indiscernible expression. “Here, call me Yin Moshu.”
Gu Jinmian opened his mouth, closed his eyes briefly, and compromised, calling him, “Yin Moshu.”
“You can call me He Bujin in private.”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
“I shouldn’t have cursed you to have a life like Yin Moshu in the comments section,” Gu Jinmian said. “Especially since it might have led to being transmigrated into the story.”
“It wasn’t right for me to curse at the Bai family today either; I was just angry at the time.”
Yin Moshu pulled the corner of his mouth, giving off a mocking vibe.
Gu Jin Mian: “?”
“What’s so funny?”
“I’m laughing that your way of cursing is limited to one style, and it’s still the outdated online style from two or three years ago.”
Gu Jin Mian: “???”
“Online, someone who’s so xxx must be very xxx in real life.”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
“Just like an elementary school chicken.” (TL: childish)
Gu Jinmian: “…”
The guilt in his heart was shattered, but Gu Jinmian persevered and continued, “But, one thing is for sure—one after another, writing my beloved characters to death, I won’t be angry anymore.”
“One after another?”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
“In ‘Immortal Path,’ it’s Yu Shuqing. In ‘The Great Sheng Fleeing,’ it’s Dang Moming. In ‘Chasing Planets,’ it’s He Mie. And in ‘Entertainment Supreme,’ it’s Yin Moshu!”
As Gu Jinmian spoke, his anger flared up again. He counted through them, and by the end, there was a hint of gritted teeth.
These were his frustrations and tears from the past two years.
He told himself not to get angry, but whenever he faced him, he couldn’t control his temper.
He knew that He Bujin might also feel upset, but when he glanced over, he found Yin Moshu’s expression extremely complex.
It was hard to describe, but there was definitely some anger.
Gu Jinmian paused, his thoughts swirling in his eyes. Surprisingly, a faint smile appeared on the corners of his mouth?
Gu Jinmian was puzzled.
“Two things are clear, You can hate me too, and I also have the right to be angry,” Gu Jinmian said. “But from now on in this world, I won’t cause trouble.”
The two happened to reach the intersection of the two residential areas. Gu Jinmian felt that he had explained things clearly enough and was about to leave.
“I mentioned dreaming of living in a book and indeed had the desire to tease.”
Yin Moshu said. “I also wanted to remind you not to go against Bai Xinyu. He is the protagonist, and this world revolves around him. Going against him may not end well, and I’m afraid it might lead to the collapse of this world.”
He rarely spoke so much at once, showing a sense of urgency and at the same time a mysterious patience.
Gu Jinmian couldn’t help but look at him.
Yin Moshu smirked, pulling the corners of his mouth. “Consider it my way of maintaining world peace.”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
“As for me being cheeky and subtly extracting real-life information, that was indeed my fault,” Yin Moshu admitted frankly. “I am genuinely curious and would like to understand.”
His gaze shifted to Gu Jinmian, and he casually continued, “Moreover, being cheeky and subtly extracting information, I think in that situation, it can be considered a kind of…”
“A kind of what!” Gu Jinmian suddenly became nervous, blushing, and interrupted him. “Don’t talk nonsense!”
He recalled the scene that night when Yin Moshu teased him about not being an old man, and he retorted that he didn’t know the goodness of old men and wanted to make him experience it.
The more Gu Jinmian thought about it, the hotter his face became. Despite planning to say a proper goodbye, he hastily walked back home, giving a sense of fleeing.
Yin Moshu smiled and watched him walk away with deep eyes until he turned a corner and was no longer visible.
After some time, Yin Moshu turned around. Gu Jinmian, however, peeked his head out from behind the villa’s wall and looked at him. Watching him steadily walking back, his gaze landed on his legs.
Gu Jinmian recalled the first time he saw Yin Moshu in this world, sitting quietly on the sofa, half bathed in sunlight and half shrouded in shadow. He was slightly tilting his neck, staring at his own legs.
He didn’t know how he remembered all these details so clearly.
Back then, he was nervous and excited, but now recalling it made his chest feel tight.
Yin Moshu paused for a moment, and Gu Jinmian quickly turned around, standing still for a while before continuing to walk.
When he returned home, Gu Lifan had come back and saw him walking towards his villa absentmindedly. He immediately called out, “Wait!”
Gu Jinmian obediently stopped, and Gu Lifan walked over, lifting his chin and frowning. “Why is it red?”
“Huh?” Gu Jin Mian snapped out of his thoughts, unconsciously touching his neck.
It was probably from when Yin Moshu’s arm pressed against him in the tea room.
His delicate and sensitive skin was like this—turning red with the slightest touch, and it wasn’t easy to fade.
With his second brother staring at his neck like that, Gu Jinmian suddenly remembered the second time he met Yin Moshu.
That time, he ambushed Yin Moshu on the rooftop of the Gu Building. Yin Moshu pinned him against the wall with his arm around his neck. After releasing him, Yin Moshu had also glanced at his neck in the same way.
It was as if he was checking if his neck was injured.
That was also the second time He Bujin saw Gu Jinmian. The pervert he portrayed in his work was different when dealing with himself compared to others.
After the surge of indignation passed, many past details began to surface in Gu Jinmian’s mind, making his thoughts strange and complex, difficult to put into words.
He responded briefly to his second brother and went back to his room. Lying on the sofa, he continued to think. He and He Bujin transmigrated simultaneously. In fact, the first time he saw Yin Moshu, he was actually seeing He Bujin.
Recalling the gaze Yin Moshu had on him at that time, Gu Jinmian thought: What did he feel when he saw himself at that time.
At that moment, he seemed to have smiled particularly terrifyingly, and the whole hall fell silent as soon as he smiled.
Gu Jinmian: “…”
Gu Jinmian kicked the pillow at the side of his feet.
Then he remembered how he gave Yin Moshu a sneak peek at the back door, cheating a bit. He explained to him about the movie and the character setting he saw in the original work before his audition.
What did Yin Moshu say at that time?
“Why is it the same as what I thought?”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
He couldn’t think about it anymore.
Gu Jinmian took off his coat and entered the bathroom, catching a glimpse of his paralyzed face in the mirror.
In fact, the first time He Bujin saw him, his gaze was quite gentle. Even when others turned away from his smile, he smiled at him, easing his embarrassment and unease.
Some readers said that Gu Jinmian was the only one that was soft under He Bujin’s sharp pen.
He Bujin said that the character of Gu Jinmian was written based on him.
Gu Jinmian didn’t dare to ask how he knew about him.
Gu Jin Mian was frustrated with himself.
He always wanted to make things clear and couldn’t keep things in his heart, but this time, he really couldn’t bring himself to ask.
He had a feeling that once he asked and got clarity, there might be something terrifying and unbearable waiting for him.
Gu Jinmian rubbed his face, took a longer shower than usual, and when he came out, he found several messages on his phone.
Most of them were about Yin Moshu.
Some people believed that Gu Jinmian must have felt something for Yin Moshu, especially since he gave Yin Moshu a bouquet with a specific number.
They were just curious whether Gu Jinmian would stop at longevity blessings or go all the way to 111 points.
Some wanted to know if Gu Jinmian would deliberately send blessings to Yin Moshu on Weibo.
For example, Bai Xinyu and Du Bai’an.
Gu Jinmian, of course, wouldn’t post anything.
After the program ended today, they were considered completely done.
Sending blessings again would just lead to more entanglements, wouldn’t it?
Besides, November 1st is for Yin Moshu, not He Bujin.
On this day, he doesn’t really need blessings, right?
With these thoughts in mind, Gu Jinmian still lay in bed holding his phone until midnight.
At this moment, many people sent blessings to Yin Moshu, creating a lively atmosphere online.
Not only were fans flooding the internet with blessings and various supportive images, but even the official account of “Four Seasons For You” also posted, and the crucial part was that they tagged Gu Jinmian.
Gu Jinmian: “…”
They really know how to please CP fans.
After going through all the posts, Gu Jinmian noticed that the hashtag #WhenWillGuJinmianSendBlessings was trending.
Gu Jinmian: “…”
He turned off his phone, took out two melatonin pills from the medicine bottle, thought for a moment, and took out one more. He swallowed them together, put on earplugs, and burrowed into his blanket.
Gu Jinmian woke up after nine the next morning and saw many people saying that he would send blessings at 11:1.
He stayed in bed until 11:1, but didn’t send one.
They said he would make an announcement at 1:11 in the afternoon. At that time, he had just finished lunch, holding his phone, and was sitting on the balcony in a daze.
They then said he would make an announcement at 1:11 in the evening.
Gu Jinmian: “…”
On his way out to dinner, the family’s gardener, cleaner, driver, chef, and others cast hopeful glances at him.
During dinner, even his two older brothers occasionally looked at him, wanting to speak but hesitating.
Gu Jinmian felt like the whole world was watching him.
But he still held back and kept silent, maintaining a tough exterior.
Since he’s not acting anymore, he didn’t want to give people hope again.
Gu Jinmian realized how immature and impulsive he had been before, and now he had to endure and not create more trouble.
After 1:11 in the evening, the online sentiment began to change.
[Gu Jinmian didn’t even post a single blessing? Could it be that their relationship has also broken?]
[Why does it have to be a Weibo post for blessings? Can’t people say it privately? Do they have to specifically post it for us to see?]
[Seriously, they are public figures, and there are so many fans of the CP. They can’t spare a minute to post a blessing on Weibo?]
[Happiness with four characters doesn’t take a minute.]
[CP fans are indeed the silliest.]
Gu Jinmian pursed his lips, planning to shut down and end this unproductive day, when suddenly he saw someone getting excited.
[They are the silliest! They celebrated together!]
[That’s true! Shi Yi posted on Weibo!]
[Oh my god, I was so scared… I really thought…]
Gu Jinmian went to Shi Yi’s Weibo to check, and indeed, she posted a Weibo wishing Yin Moshu happiness.
The key point was that she posted a photo, taken by their third brother when they were abroad, celebrating with Yin Moshu.
Gu Jinmian: “…”
A whole day of resistance was gone in vain.
The restraint Gu Jinmian was holding onto was also punctured.
He resignedly sent a private message to Yin Moshu, “It’s not your birthday today, right?”
Yin Moshu’s fan base was close to 50 million, and Gu Jinmian isn’t sure if he reads private messages or how frequently.
Deceiving himself, he thought, WeChat only allowed private messages when someone was blocked. In any case, he asked, and whether Yin Moshu saw it or not was up to fate.
While thinking of him, Yin Moshu’s response quickly arrived: “it is.”
Gu Jinmian suddenly sat up in bed.
Today is Yin Moshu’s birthday, and it’s also He Bujin’s!
Not only were they both disabled due to falling off a horse, but they share a birthday.
Gu Jinmian paused, then glanced at the clock on the wall.
Less than 20 minutes until the end of today.
Gu Jinmian clarified his thoughts and, driven by a surge of determination, rushed to the door.
He hastily put on a coat and ran outside.
Passing through the garden, the gardener handed him something. “Young Master, take this!”
In the darkness, Gu Jinmian could now see what it was but didn’t have time to ask. He took it and continued running.
As he’s about to run out of the house, he thought about sending a message to Yin Moshu.
Running and typing with one hand, he messaged, “Can you come out for a moment?”
When Gu Jinmian reached the front door, he received a reply from Yin Moshu, “I’m not at home.”
Gu Jinmian was stunned and froze in place.
Indeed, Yin Moshu was likely busy, either filming a movie or shooting an advertisement. Moreover, he didn’t like this place, so even if he had time, he wouldn’t stay long. How could Gu Jinmian assume that Yin Moshu would always be here?
The November night breeze carried the winter’s momentum, making people shiver, and the chill penetrated to the bones.
Gu Jinmian suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
He couldn’t quite explain why.
In reality, he didn’t like November 1st, lonelier than Singles’ Day for singles. (TL: Singles’ Day. Singles’ Day, observed on November 11th (11/11), is a day popular in China and some other countries where people celebrate being single.)
Even the number 1 couldn’t form a pair.
Perhaps he’s thinking that in this world, only the two of them, people from different worlds, could understand. If he couldn’t even wish happiness to He Bujin face to face in this situation, then he was truly lonely.
Gu Jinmian rubbed his eyes and turned around in a gloomy mood. When he’s about to walk back, he suddenly saw someone standing outside the door.
The person was wearing a gray cashmere coat, with a light yellow down jacket hanging on his arm. He stood tall and straight, bathed in the moonlight of late autumn approaching winter.
Not sure how long he’d been standing, appearing as steady as an evergreen pine tree.
As he lifted his eyes and saw Gu Jinmian, a stunningly beautiful smile lit up his face.
Gu Jinmian stared at him, feeling a slight ache in his eyes.
He opened his mouth but couldn’t produce any sound.
Instead, he ran straight toward Yin Moshu, unable to stop his feet, narrowly avoiding crashing into his arms.
“Still came.”
After he steadied himself, Yin Moshu draped the down jacket from his arm over Gu Jinmian, lowering his gaze and looking at him with a smile in his voice.
Wrapped in the down jacket, Gu Jinmian felt considerably warmer. The jacket seemed to carry warmth and the scent of orchids, surrounding him in a cocoon of warmth, shielding him from the cold wind.
Gu Jinmian bit his lip and spoke with a hoarse tone, “What if I hadn’t come?”
“Then I wouldn’t come looking for you either.”
He pulled up the corners of his mouth and half-jokingly added, “I might even go beat Bai Xinyu to death.”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
The bittersweet feeling in his heart suddenly diminished significantly.
Glancing at his phone, it’s 11:57.
Gu Jinmian said, “He Bujin.”
“Hmm?”
“I wish you happiness.”
He didn’t know it’s his birthday until just now, therefore he didn’t prepare a gift. In his hands, aside from the phone, there’s only the Samantha Red Rose that the gardener just handed him.
This precious red rose was delicately wrapped in layers of floral paper and gauze, adorned with a cute bow, clearly dressed up for gifting.
Gu Jinmian: “…..”
He remembered that their home used to have roses, but the garden had now been replaced with autumn flowers like hibiscus and chrysanthemums.
Following Gu Jinmian’s gaze, Yin Moshu’s smile deepened. A soft laughter emanated from his chest, causing Gu Jinmian’s ears to tingle.
Afraid to look at Yin Moshu’s face, Gu Jinmian stared at the red rose in his hand.
Could Yin Moshu be smiling because it’s a red rose he specially prepared?
Why gift a red rose at this moment? Who doesn’t know the meaning of a single red rose? Especially when it’s so deliberately and formally wrapped.
A slender and elegant hand reached out towards the tip of the red rose.
Yin Moshu took hold of the rose, attempting to take it away.
Gu Jinmian tightly clutched it.
“Thank you,” Yin Moshu said, Gu Jinmian, who was in heightened tension, was briefly distracted, and the rose was taken away by Yin Moshu.
Gu Jinmian: “…..”
“I have received the message.” Yin Moshu reassured him.
What does he mean?
Just as Gu Jinmian was about to explain, Yin Moshu said, “As for everything else, let’s take it slow, okay?”
Since Gu Jinmian had been keeping his head down, Yin Moshu took a step back, tilted slightly, and looked at him as if whispering into his ear.
The words “okay” sound particularly low and gentle.
Gu Jinmian’s eyelashes trembled lightly, not daring to meet his undoubtedly focused eyes. Hesitantly, he asked, “What else?”
Yin Moshu straightened up again, placing one hand on Gu Jinmian’s shoulder and using the other to lift his chin, making him look at him.
He repeated the phrase that, at the time, Gu Jinmian thought was meant to intentionally provoke him.
“As long as you can accept He Bujin, I’ll treat you well for a lifetime.”
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