Little Fubao sat by the bed holding the photo, and his eyes, which had always been bright and clear in front of the camera, were filled with sadness for the first time.
The little hand gently touched the photo.
Because the monitor was far away, people in the live broadcast room couldn't see clearly who was in the photo that Xiao Fubao was holding.
Sang Mizhou walked to her and sat down. He didn't say anything, didn't ask anything, didn't disturb her, and just stayed with her quietly.
After sitting for a while, he raised his head and glanced at the monitor, stood up and walked under the monitor. Without saying a word, he turned off the monitor and took out the wheat hanging on his collar and the wheat on Xiao Fubao's collar.
Throw it on the table.
The live broadcast room was in chaos.
Even the director was confused.
What's the situation? Are you so stingy? You don't want to show me at all?
Also, have you picked the wheat?
[What happened? Why did you turn off the live broadcast? I seemed to hear the sound of putting things on the table just now. Could it be that Sang Wanzhou picked the wheat and put it on the table? 】
[Ah ah ah, no! We are also very worried about little Fubao's current condition! Sang Wanzhou, you can't be so inhumane! 】
[Why do you just shut down the broadcast? Isn’t this too willful? Director, don’t you care? 】
Director: "." I can't control it. Everything still takes the emotions of the little guests as the priority.
After turning off these devices, Sang Wanzhou turned to look at Xiao Fubao, "Let's go."
Little Fubao raised his head and was slightly startled: "Where are you going?"
"Go see your master." Sang Wanzhou said calmly.
Xiao Fu Bao: ".?"
Before little Fu Bao could react, Sang Wanzhou had already put his coat on her body and squatted in front of her, "If you want to see Master, just come up."
"Fu Bao wants to see the master!"
Hearing this, Xiao Fubao answered without any hesitation. He clenched the photo in his little hand and slowly laid it on Sang Wanzhou's back.
Her body is small and not heavy at all.
If it weren't for a pair of small hands gently holding his neck, Sang Wanzhou would have forgotten that he was carrying a little Zaizai behind him.
In order to avoid the big photographer, Sang Wanzhou carried little Fubao on his back instead of going through the front door, and went out through the back door directly through the window.
At this time, the sky was completely dark, the sky was full of stars, the crescent crescent hung in the sky, the faint moonlight filled the ground, and only the starlight filled the sky.
Sang Wanzhou walked little by little toward the highest point of the hillside with little Fubao on his back.
Little Fubao had been lying quietly on his back without moving. The warm and generous back made her feel a familiar feeling.
Just like what the master said.
It's really warm.
After walking for about twenty minutes, Sang Wanzhou stopped. He placed the little Fu Bao on a big rock and sat down. Panting slightly, he leaned against another rock and rubbed his hands.
It's cold in Xili at night.
He had forgotten to bring a coat for himself when he came out. Now he was still wearing the short-sleeved clothes he wore during the day. Fortunately, he didn't feel so cold after exercising.
Xiao Fubao held the photo in his hand, glanced at the empty surroundings in confusion, raised his head and asked: "Brother, didn't you say you wanted to take me to see the master?"
"Isn't that right?"
Sang Wanzhou raised his hand and pointed at the stars in the night sky, his bright eyes covering the sea of stars, gentle and deep.
Little Fubao raised his head, tilted his little head, and asked in confusion: "Stars?"
But those are stars, not the master!
Sang Wanzhou put his hands in his pockets and looked at the night sky quietly.
The starry sky is so bright, but his eyes are getting lonely.
Only when the night is lonely enough can the starry sky be beautiful.