The Brainrot has taken over

(Part 2/4)

Xie Lian would eventually notice how Hua Cheng always takes a long time to stare at his eyes in particular while mixing the colours on his palette and when asked why, he would simply smile softly, his healthy eye curving with contentment, and answer: "What would get this San Lang more kisses? If this one lied and said he didn't already know the shade of gege's eyes by heart and wanted to get it just right, or if this one was honest and replied that he just likes looking at his beloved?"

(Part 1/4)

Doctors do not recommend being surrounded by multiple Dianxias at a time! Ensuing symptoms may include nervousness, increased heart rate, the urge to build statues in Their honour, and much more!

Imagine hualian, both very famous stars in their respective fields (be that acting, singing, whatever), who haven´t met personally yet but are secretly each other´s biggest fan

It started out as stray ideas that would pop into his head throughout the day, like when seeing a vendor selling fish at the market, he´d mentally make a pin on the idea of going fishing with Hua Cheng one day

But over time, he amassed so many ideas he had to write them down on little notes in fear he´d forgot any one of them otherwise

However, the notes soon began piling up on every surface of the house with how many ideas he kept getting, so for organisation´s sake, Xie Lian had eventually settled on keeping a book: a diary, more like.

All seems fine with this arragement at first, but as the seasons turn, Xie Lian realizes with slight panic that the number of random ideas he gets dwindle by the day

Perhaps it´s his weary mind, growing heavier with silent grief everyday; perhaps it´s the way he confines himself to the inside on some of his worse days instead of going outside to get some new inspiration; but whatever it is, he doesn´t like what´s happening. He doesn´t like it at all.

Eventually, he writes: "I want to tell San Lang I love him" over and over again in place of new activities when he has truly run dry of ideas for good

Pages upon pages — all written over the duration of days, weeks, months — contain that one centence countless times, almost like a mantra. But he can´t stop, Xie Lian tells himself. He can´t.

Because if he does,...If he admits he has nothing left to say...isn´t it like giving up hope that they could ever do those things together...?

"How fearsome," some ghosts whisper in awe, "Surely Chengzhu will raise them into mighty beast."