MOGHA Chapter 130

Ye Shanshan quickly calmed down. It was his first time using that chat app, and beforehand, he had studied the platform’s backend rules. Only after being absolutely sure there were no risks did he hack his way in.

He hadn’t expected that the moment someone said something bad about Gong Yue, he couldn’t hold back and jumped in to defend him. And with that one message, he completely exposed himself.

Feeling like all his wit and composure had vanished for two full minutes, Ye Shanshan told himself that acting on impulse was a mistake. His mind quickly listed five counter-strategies—only to reject them all one by one.

After a long internal struggle, Ye Shanshan decided that the best solution was to retreat. He simply reached out and shut off the computer.

Staring at the black screen, he replayed the entire incident in his head. Suddenly, he realized that the admin of the fan group might have been baiting him, calling him “Ye Louzhu” (Master Ye) to test his reaction and confirm if he was really the Ye Shanshan.

He fell for it!

Realizing this, Ye Shanshan started to panic. After thinking it over, he sneakily took out his phone and posted a Weibo update:

“Just woke up from a nap. That was so comfy!”

After hitting “post,” he hesitated for a long time before anxiously checking the comments:

“—The world’s #1 Gong fan! I just want to hug my keyboard and laugh, what do I do! hhhh!”

“—The strongest Gong fan on Earth! I can’t even eat anymore, I’m full from laughing. He got caught and actually RAN! He ran!!”

“—The most powerful Gong fan in the universe! Our Shanshan is so cute I’m crying! Cheering like mad! Idol sneaks into fan group and hypes himself while encouraging others to fangirl over his boyfriend—never seen anything like it. Adorable beyond the galaxy!”

“—Humanity’s greatest Gong fan! Right, right, our Master Ye was napping earlier 2333, so dear friend, please carry on! Big fan! Love you the most!”

When Gong Yue came back from his meeting, he saw Ye Shanshan staring out the window at the night sky with a solemn face. His own expression softened naturally.
“Shanshan?”

Ye Shanshan looked heartbroken. The moment he saw Gong Yue come in, he turned and ran straight into his arms, finally squeezing out a sentence after holding it in for so long:
“I have dignity too, you know? It’s all gone now!”

He felt like he might as well run away forever—there was no way he could face anyone again.

“Where did you lose it?” Gong Yue asked with a small smile, gently smoothing out the frown between his brows with his thumb.

“In my fan group,” Ye Shanshan muttered as he hung onto Gong Yue’s neck and clung to him like a koala. He briefly explained what had happened.
“The moment I saw them talking bad about you, I couldn’t help it. Obviously you’re the best.”

After he finished, his eyes curved in a proud little smile.
“Even though my cover got blown, I refuted them all. They had no choice but to admit that you’re the best.”

As for the sea of “Gong fan” jokes in the Weibo comments, he’d just take them as compliments.

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When Xu Luoyang’s album released, it was already midsummer. The weather in July had turned hot, and Ye Shanshan was wearing a white shirt as he went out for barbecue with Xu Luoyang.

The restaurant was a place Director Zhang had brought them to before, called NOB BBQ. As they drove in, Ye Shanshan pointed at an advertisement board.

“Luoyang, didn’t they change that sign? I think the current one’s ugly. The old one looked way better.”

Xu Luoyang glanced at where Ye Shanshan was pointing and decided to keep Director Zhang’s secret. He couldn’t exactly say, “It was changed because you said the old one looked good.” Besides, that previous sign with the rainbow lights really was a bit of an eyesore.

Once they sat down, Xu Luoyang flipped through the menu and couldn’t help asking,
“I wanted to ask this as soon as I saw you—what’s up with your outfit? It looks a little oversized. Is this a new fashion trend?”

Ye Shanshan was sipping fruit tea. At the question, he casually tugged at his shirt and looked smug.
“It’s not mine. I just grabbed Gong Yue’s shirt on the way out. It’s super comfy.”

Seeing his face full of smiles, Xu Luoyang felt personally attacked and quickly changed the subject.
“What’ve you been up to lately?”

“Studying, doing worksheets, running experiments,” Ye Shanshan counted on his fingers.
“Basically, fully immersed in learning.”

“I thought you hated worksheets?”

“Nope, not at all. They’re not hard. I actually don’t mind doing them. I just use them as an excuse to go whine to my ge (big bro). Oh, but that’s a secret. You can’t tell anyone!”

Then he pointed at the menu.
“Don’t forget—chicken legs. Three of them!”

Xu Luoyang was almost immune to this blatant public display of affection.
“Alright,” he wrote them down and then pointed at the duck blood dish on the menu.
“Shanshan, do you want this? I can order a portion.”

Ye Shanshan immediately made a disgusted face and shook his head.
“Nope. No way. Don’t order that.”

Xu Luoyang paused for a moment, silently thinking: Just as the books said—high-class vampires always look down on animal blood. He made a mental note and added a few skewers of green beans before handing the order sheet to the waiter.

“I came running back again this time, and Director Zhang is practically jumping up and down on set—but there’s no helping it. Brother Zheng arranged several variety shows and interviews to promote the album, which will probably take at least a week. Oh, and someone called Brother Zheng again, wanting to invite you to star in their MV.”

Seeing that Ye Shanshan didn’t seem interested, Xu Luoyang took a sip of his floral fruit tea and continued,
“But the film is almost wrapped up. Shooting started in March, and now it’s July. Filming should be done by the end of August, and it’ll be released early next year.”

“So soon? Didn’t Director Zhang say it might not premiere until April or May next year?”

“They rushed the production. January 11th is the anniversary of my dad’s… passing. Director Zhang wants to release the film on that day.” After saying that, Xu Luoyang handed the grilled vegetables over to Ye Shanshan, smiling as he added,
“If my dad knew, he’d probably have no regrets.”

Xu Luoyang treated him to the barbecue, and by the end, Ye Shanshan’s stomach was round and full. As the two walked toward the parking lot—

Ye Shanshan was walking slowly and weakly. “Honestly, I think I could go for two more chicken legs and four more skewers of pork belly!”

“You’re not worried you’ll feel sick from overeating?” Xu Luoyang laughed at him.

Ye Shanshan patted his belly, looking troubled. “As soon as I get home, my brother will definitely know I overate and force me to take medicine again.”

He sighed. “Stomach medicine is the pain of my soul.”

Xu Luoyang felt like he was getting hit with PDA once again.

The barbecue place was in a remote location, surrounded by thick trees. It was quiet and dark, with barely any streetlights. Occasionally, a bird would cry out, making the place feel a little spooky. Xu Luoyang instinctively moved a little closer to Ye Shanshan and immediately felt safer.

When they got to the car, Ye Shanshan’s sharp eyes caught something.
“Luoyang, your car got hit!”

Xu Luoyang turned on the flashlight and looked closely—there was a dent on the front of the car. It had clearly been hit. A business card was tucked under the windshield wiper. He picked it up. The paper was plain white, with a name and phone number printed on it—clearly left by the person responsible.

He took one look and froze. Under the phone’s light, he looked again just to be sure. He was so stunned he didn’t know what to say.

Ye Shanshan, still inspecting the damage, noticed his strange expression and walked over. “What is it?”

Xu Luoyang handed him the card, unsure what expression to make. “It’s just… kind of bizarre.”

Not really understanding what he meant, Ye Shanshan took the card and read the name: Qi Chang’an. He also froze. After a long pause, he turned to Xu Luoyang,
“Chang’an… is this your long-lost brother coming to find you?”

Xu Luoyang nodded, eyes fixed on the black print on the card.
“Looks like… yeah.”

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B City’s winter that year was especially cold, with several heavy snowfalls. Ye Shanshan went to draw the curtains in the audio room and couldn’t help breathing warm air onto the window a few times, then pressed his palm against the glass, leaving a handprint.

Finding it fun, he trotted back and dragged Gong Yue over, making him leave a handprint beside his own.

Gong Yue’s hand was slightly bigger—easy to tell apart. Once they were both on the glass, Ye Shanshan carefully drew a heart around them and leaned his head against Gong Yue.
“Ge, doesn’t it look good?” he asked, gently hooking his finger with Gong Yue’s.

“It looks very nice.”

Satisfied, Ye Shanshan took a picture of the prints on the glass and posted it on Weibo:

“Getting ready to watch the premiere of ‘The Mountains Remain’, can’t wait!”

As soon as he refreshed the comments, they were filled with:

“Pic doesn’t match the caption.”

“New form of public PDA abuse.”

People showing off their movie premiere tickets.

He put down his phone and let Gong Yue carry him back to the sofa.

It was exactly midnight. He pressed play with the remote, and the dark screen slowly lit up.

The Mountains Remain was 120 minutes long. About an hour after the premiere, the first reviews began coming in.

One film critic, specially invited by Director Zhang, gave it glowing praise:

“Though this film isn’t historically accurate, it feels incredibly real… The Northern Kingdom’s strength declined, losing half its territory to Chu. Afterward, under Crown Prince Ji Linghuan’s lead, the Northerners began to rebuild…

Every character is so vividly portrayed. The aging imperial censor who gave everything to the people yet had no food at home. The scholars in the academy vowing to cleanse their nation’s shame and uphold the legacy of sages. The young general rushing to the battlefield under the stars, sacrificing his life for the nation. The Third Prince, sent as a hostage to Chu, who never stopped thinking of his homeland and continued passing messages until death…

What I saw in this film was a deep, bone-carved sense of loyalty and patriotism. Watching it, your emotions are completely steered by the characters—you despair with them, cry and laugh with them, watch them rise again from adversity, fight on the battlefield… This film is an astounding success in every way, and its box office numbers will surely reflect that.”

When analyzing the characters, the critic focused especially on Ye Shanshan’s role as Ji Lingyun:

“…‘Sense of proportion’ is like the Sword of Damocles hanging over every actor’s head. It’s essential, but often overlooked. The actor playing Ji Lingyun has an almost perfect grasp of it.

Whether it’s the pride of a favored prince, the frailty of a sickly youth, or the restraint of a hostage sent to a hostile kingdom—he balances it all so well. Every scene leaves you awestruck. And as his health declines, your heart breaks.

Ji Lingyun, the Third Prince, dies in a snowy plum grove. I cried. His character has a kind of sorrowful beauty that isn’t overwhelming—it’s just right.”

Ye Shanshan thought to himself: if the movie did well at the box office, he could use the money he earned to go on a shopping spree for Gong Yue—just thinking about it made him excited.

Curled up in Gong Yue’s arms, he showed him the review and gently rubbed his toes against Gong Yue’s foot.
“Ge, playing a character is really fun. That feeling of moving between yourself and the role—it’s amazing.”

He slid down a bit, resting against Gong Yue’s chest, listening to the familiar heartbeat. Their ring fingers tangled together. He suddenly thought of something and smiled.

A few minutes later, Ye Shanshan suddenly asked,
“Ge, what does it feel like being with me?”

Gong Yue thought carefully about how to answer. When he spoke, it was slow, serious, and sincere:

“When I’m with you, I feel like I could die in that moment and be content. But I also get greedy—I want every second with you to stretch into a lifetime. It’s contradictory.”

He kissed the corner of Ye Shanshan’s eye and continued softly:

“I’ve never been greedy. But when it comes to you—I’m endlessly greedy.”

Ye Shanshan turned to face him, resting their foreheads together. His smile couldn’t be held back.

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—The End—

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