WS - Chapter 69
Chapter 69
If we rolled the timeline back a few days, if someone said on StarNet that they had developed a mysterious interest in Mosaic, the next thing you would see would be the phone numbers of psychiatric clinics from every planet flooding in.
But just a few days later, the same words would get tons of likes and massive resonance. Even the bizarre Mosaic privacy shield on The Wilderness Journey has become a variety show innovation, pioneering a successful use of Mosaic.
"At the ripe age of twenty-eight, I have finally perceived the charm of Mosaic."
"If I may say, I already perceived that charm yesterday."
"Who could have known? Who could have known that yesterday's Song Shiyue would become today's Sister Song, and who could have known that yesterday's Little Ice Buckets would become today's Little Mooncakes—from a slow-eating Little Mooncake who is always a step behind."
"Hahaha, exactly, who knew? Who knew that the people flooding the screen cursing Song Shiyue last night would be calling her Sister Song one after another today and going crazy looking for sugar."
"What a painful realization a face-slap is!"
"As a persistent Song Shiyue hater for half a year, upon seeing this pot of foot-washing water, I am willing to repent, I am willing to jump into this basin of foot-washing water to atone!"
"???"
"Wait, please don't casually slander our Little Ice Block's foot-washing water, okay? Why not go jump into that magical little stream instead."
"Fine! Once Wilderness Planet opens to the public, I'll go jump!"
"Speaking of which, once it opens, that magical little stream should become a famous scenic spot, right?"
"Hahaha, then wouldn't it be dug into a big river by tourists within days?"
"I can't, I'm laughing to death, so what you're most concerned about is the little stream becoming a big river? Isn't it that, before Song Shiyue went to fetch foot-washing water, that Mosaic kept getting longer and shorter—what was she doing?"
"Sit-ups?"
"Crunches?"
"Seeing the previous comments being so serious, I don't dare to say..."
"Say it!"
"Say it!"
"If you've got the guts, say it!"
"Even if the person before didn't say it, I can guess—are you suspecting the two of them were buying a car?"
"Buying a car?"
"Mm... pre-driving warm-up activities."
"Holy sh—, what the hell is this 'buying a car', hahahaha!"
"Buying a car, are you trying to kill me with laughter! Thinking about it, it actually makes some sense. A relationship that hasn't reached the driving stage yet, starting from buying a car works too, hahaha!"
"Really want to know if Sister Song, who is doing sit-ups, would punch one little friend with each fist if she saw this, hahaha..."
"It's late at night, the little friends should all be asleep, one punch to send each off, hahaha!"
Perhaps the wild imaginations of the masses, just like Yu Nianbing's, were a depth and breadth that the simple Song Shiyue could not fathom.
Even though Song Shiyue, to avoid giving rise to unnecessary topics, substituted words with actions and directly started massaging, she still did not escape the masses' sharp eyes and was "bought a car."
Mm, bought a car all night long...
Perhaps it was the exhaustion from the day, and before bed she had received that full-body relaxing massage, even her feet had been soaked in warm water—so this night was the best sleep Yu Nianbing had had in a while.
In the more than half a year before this, on the set of Yu Xian, the schedule had been somewhat rushed, with many night scenes, and as the lead actress, Yu Nianbing had naturally been working non-stop. She had barely wrapped things up when, on her first day back, the wall was smashed, and Ouyang Hui suddenly showed up, causing several days of trouble. Not to mention what came after—those suspense and supernatural scripts, Yu Nianbing did not want to even look at them for the next few years.
The night before, in the Old Castle, although Song Shiyue had stayed with her, they had spent half the night studying the wristband instructions; how could it be only Song Shiyue who was exhausted then?
All things considered, Yu Nianbing had never expected that the most comfortable sleep she would get in more than half a year would actually be in this remote wilderness.
A 1.2-meter bed, another person right beside her, and just a few steps outside the door, a floor full of sleeping people...
Yet in such an environment, Yu Nianbing slept exceptionally well, exceptionally deep, even when she seemed to feel the person beside her getting up in the middle of the night, it only stirred the slightest bit of awareness; she wanted to ask but could not open her mouth, and the next second she fell back asleep.
It was not until 5:55, when the wristband alarm rang, that Yu Nianbing almost failed to wake up.
Even with the alarm going off, she groggily rolled over and nearly rolled off the bed before she jolted awake. Fortunately, there were still more than three minutes before the sleep mode automatically switched off at six.
The fact that she could roll from the inner side of the bed to almost falling off meant that, of course, Yu Nianbing was the only one left in the bed.
Yu Nianbing hastily turned on the privacy shield before the sleep mode ended, then propped herself up with one hand and sat up. The bed under her had long since held only her own warmth; she had no idea when the person next to her had gone out.
Outside, there were already scattered sounds of activity; some others had probably gotten up too.
This sleep mode end time is still a bit early... Yu Nianbing covered her mouth to let out a small yawn, then tore open the wet wipe she had prepared the night before by the pillow and started wiping her face.
As she wiped, she could not help but grumble inwardly: back at the Old Castle, they would not even let her bring a single eye mask. A few days ago, when they pre-shipped clothes to Wilderness Planet, the restrictions were not as tight, and wet wipes were allowed as a type of towel. Otherwise, she would probably have to use a sealed bag to carry water into the room the night before, just to avoid the embarrassment of seeing people on the way to the bathroom next door in the morning with disheveled hair and an unwashed face.
After wiping with the wet wipe, the unwashed face was gone, but her hair was still messy when the door was opened.
Yu Nianbing instinctively pulled the blanket up around her. Before she could even react that she was actually fully clothed and what needed hiding most was her not-so-messy long hair, the person had already slipped in through the gap in the door, closing it behind her.
"Ah, Teacher Yu is up already." Song Shiyue seemed a little surprised that Yu Nianbing was awake and stopped just inside the door.
"The 5:55 alarm, but I almost slept through it." Yu Nianbing gave a slight smile, but when she saw that the time on the wristband was only 5:58, that smile deepened a bit more.
Even if Song Shiyue would not mention it again, Yu Nianbing could roughly guess that she had come over because she was worried she would oversleep and not be able to turn on the privacy shield in time.
Thinking this, Yu Nianbing felt she could also reciprocate a little concern, and her tone when she spoke was a few degrees softer than usual: "When did you get up? I really was sleeping deeply; I didn't even notice at all."
To be honest, saying it was concern was more like an ordinary casual remark.
Normally, if someone asks what time you got up, you just say what time you got up.
But Song Shiyue was not normal.
The moment Yu Nianbing said this, Song Shiyue smiled.
Not just a simple, friendly smile in response, but more like a joyful, open smile that had been held back for a long time and could finally burst out...
Fortunately, Song Shiyue did not keep Yu Nianbing puzzled for long. Smiling as she spoke, she said: "Teacher Yu may not remember, but you were sleeping deeply, that's true, but you still noticed—you definitely noticed. Come, take a look at this..."
As she talked, Song Shiyue quickly stepped to the bedside, lifted the hem of her own shirt, and leaned it toward Yu Nianbing.
What for?
What is this for?
"You..." Yu Nianbing's eyes were dazzled by the pale, soft flesh of Song Shiyue's waist, and for a moment she did not know whether to turn away or close her eyes; even her speech stuttered.
What she clearly wanted to say was "Hurry and put your shirt down!" but what came out of her mouth turned into "Have you turned on the privacy shield?"
There was probably no tongue in the world more disobedient than this one!
"I did. Thought you hadn't gotten up, so I turned it on when I was outside the door." Song Shiyue answered with utter frankness, not the least bit catching the hidden meaning in Yu Nianbing's words, but instead smiled and thrust the hem of her shirt in front of Yu Nianbing, adding, "Look, the evidence that I was discovered by you when I got up."
It was only then, after Song Shiyue said this, that Yu Nianbing managed to tear her attention away from that pale, soft waist and shift it to the shirt hem being forced before her eyes.
Speaking of a shirt hem, it was actually the lower side-seam of Song Shiyue's fitted T-shirt, which was why it had so easily exposed her waist when it was tugged up.
The production team had not explicitly stipulated what kind of clothes to wear, but the suggestion was a single sweat-absorbing inner layer, with a light outer jacket. To keep things simple, after bathing the night before, Yu Nianbing and Song Shiyue had both put on the single T-shirts they would wear as inner layers the next day.
After sleeping in it all night, a T-shirt would naturally wrinkle a little, but certainly not to the point of what Yu Nianbing saw before her eyes.
On a small patch of fabric, there were fine, web-like creases, clearly different from the large fold marks caused by sleeping on the rest of the T-shirt.
At the right side of the waist, these creases looked as if the fabric had been clutched and clutched again, and this area seemed a little stretched out... In Yu Nianbing's heart rose a guess she did not want to admit.
So Yu Nianbing looked up at Song Shiyue, her face bearing a standard "I don't know what you're talking about" expression.
Song Shiyue's smile did not fade; she was just about to speak when she glanced up at the empty air near the ceiling, hesitated for a moment, then sat down on the edge of the bed.
Yu Nianbing had a feeling that something was not quite right.
Sure enough, the next moment, Song Shiyue grabbed the hand she had propped on the bed... and before she could react, under Song Shiyue's guidance, that hand completed a series of actions: clutching the shirt, tugging the shirt, and so on.
When her hand was freed, it came with a bonus "just like this" expression from Song Shiyue.
Yu Nianbing looked at her own hand, somewhat dazed.
No, it was not her who did this.
Why would she do such a strange thing!
She had clearly been sleeping so well, so deeply that when there was movement beside her she could not even fully wake up to ask "what's wrong?", clearly...
Oh...
Unconsciously clenching and unclenching her hand, Yu Nianbing seemed to find a little feeling, remembered a little something.
Could it be because she could not fully wake up to ask, so she subconsciously made a move to stop the other person from leaving?
Thinking about it now, this action felt very familiar to her body.
"Remember now? Hahaha, it's nothing, I just thought it was interesting, so I'm telling you, Teacher Yu. Don't worry about it." Song Shiyue smiled happily, her face pure with the joy of simply wanting to share something amusing.
Yu Nianbing pulled at the corner of her mouth, but she could not smile at all; she could not help looking at the T-shirt that had snapped back into place after Song Shiyue let go...
It really was quite fitted... so when she had grabbed that shirt, had she only grabbed the shirt?
Yu Nianbing clenched her palm; about this, she truly could not remember at all.
A little, inexplicable melancholy.
For a moment, even the sound of Song Shiyue beside her explaining why she had gotten up several times during the night could not call back Yu Nianbing's drifting thoughts.
There was, of course, a reason Song Shiyue had gotten up many times during the night.
For one thing, although they had not seen any animals the whole way the previous day, with everyone sleeping like that and no night watch, Song Shiyue was still somewhat uneasy, so she remained a bit alert during the night.
For another, that pot of beef soup was meant to simmer on low heat all night. Zhuang Jiachuan had said he would take responsibility and check on it often, but whenever Song Shiyue woke up during the night, she would always go out to have a look too.
That said, while Zhuang Jiachuan indeed had quite a bit of showmanship at times, when given an opportunity, he really did follow through properly.
At the very least, when Song Shiyue woke up three times during the night and went out to check the fire, she twice ran into Zhuang Jiachuan.
After that, it was not that Song Shiyue did not wake up many more times.
But perhaps because it was almost dawn, Yu Nianbing had become more vigilant.
The first few times in the night, her reaching out was just a casual grab, not even guaranteed to catch hold. But by the time dawn approached, Yu Nianbing's reaching out had become fast and accurate.
This person was clearly still groggy with sleep, looking as if she was about to cry from not waking up, yet her hand moved so fast, grabbing the shirt in a tight fist that could not be pulled free no matter what.
It was really... weirdly adorable.
Later, Song Shiyue could not bear disturbing Yu Nianbing like this, so even when she woke up she did not insist on getting up. It was only when it was almost six and she got up to wash up that she resolutely fought free once.
That one time, her waist was even pinched, and her shirt was almost pulled off...
In the end, even when Song Shiyue left the room, Yu Nianbing had not truly woken up.
It was really, really amusing.
It was just a pity that this amusement, Yu Nianbing truly could not appreciate.
The beef soup had simmered all night.
Because Song Shiyue had cracked the bones open earlier, although the marrow inside had been scooped out for the dog, it was not completely cleaned out.
After simmering all night, the remaining marrow had melted into the soup, and the bits of meat clinging to the bones had also cooked into the pot. Even without adding any starch, the broth was very thick and rich.
Drinking two bowls of this, without needing to eat anything else, could sustain one through the whole morning.
Such deliciousness had everyone drinking with their heads too buried to lift.
Yet there was still one person whose mind was not on it.
Even when she had finished tidying up, sitting by the stove and starting to drink her breakfast soup, Yu Nianbing was still a little reluctant to look in Song Shiyue's direction.
Hmph, was it really that amusing...
All morning long with that grinning face!
If you keep smiling, keep smiling and I'll pinch your waist!
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