That evening, all five returned to Jiangzhou together.
Fang Yinnian and Mo Xun’s seats were indeed separated—he sat with Tang Che while Mo Xun sat with manager Xu Baichuan.
After drawing the curtain, Fang Yinnian reached into his backpack for a U-shaped pillow to sleep, but the moment he pulled out the pillow, he suddenly remembered—Mo Xun had bought this for him.
He’d brought it when they went to Thailand, then made it a habit. Every long-haul flight he’d bring this pillow to sleep on the plane—the soft memory foam supporting his neck was very comfortable.
Right, the chocolate in his pocket was also bought by Mo Xun.
His and Mo Xun’s clothes were still packed in the same suitcase.
Fang Yinnian: “…”
Mo Xun had unknowingly infiltrated his daily life.
Previously on flights he always sat with Mo Xun. After drawing the curtain, the small space contained just the two of them. Mo Xun would help adjust his pillow, and he slept peacefully.
Today with changed seating, having Tang Che beside him instead, Fang Yinnian couldn’t sleep at all. He closed his eyes with a chaotic mind.
Had he grown accustomed to having Mo Xun beside him?
Habits were terrifying.
Straight men weren’t as straight as imagined, but would he really completely turn gay because of Mo Xun? What would happen after turning gay?
Fang Yinnian’s head was confused. The plane’s roar gave him a headache, so he had to put on noise-canceling headphones to listen to music.
Three hours later the plane arrived in Jiangzhou. Everyone returned to the dorms together. Mo Xun placed his suitcase in the bedroom to organize things.
Their clothes were mixed together in the suitcase. Previously this seemed fine, but now Fang Yinnian suddenly felt guilty.
He took out his phone to buy a white carry-on case online, saying quietly: “From now on when we travel, let’s pack our luggage separately.”
Mo Xun glanced at him: “Okay.”
Fang Yinnian’s heart pounded under his gaze. He nervously turned to sit at the table and opened his computer to look for materials.
Mo Xun went to shower first, returning moments later in pajamas.
They didn’t speak again—the atmosphere was particularly strange.
Fang Yinnian took several deep breaths to steady his heartbeat, put on headphones to listen to music and distract himself. Mo Xun simply climbed into bed with his tablet to watch dramas.
That night Fang Yinnian didn’t sleep well at all, even dreaming of Mo Xun kissing him after getting drunk.
This made Fang Yinnian very ashamed.
They say you dream of what you think about daily. He couldn’t forget that kiss, so it kept replaying in his dreams, right?
The next day had no scheduled events. Fang Yinnian wanted to find something to do to distract himself, so he took a taxi to visit Teacher Yu.
To his surprise, Senior Brother Xu Feng was also there.
Xu Feng stepped forward to hug him, sighing: “Yinnian, you guys really had a bumper harvest this year—album sales in the top three, plus winning Golden Song Award. Congratulations!”
“Thank you, Senior Brother.” Fang Yinnian was also happy—their results this year were indeed excellent. He placed the gift he’d brought on the table: “Teacher, these are some local specialties I bought for you.”
Yu Ziluo smiled: “Thank you, how thoughtful.”
Xu Feng suddenly said: “By the way, Yinnian, didn’t Teacher mention before that when I had OST resources, I could try collaborating with you guys? I actually have a project now. I wonder if you’d be interested.”
Fang Yinnian asked: “What project?”
He’d only come to chat with his master today due to his agitated mood, never expecting such a pleasant surprise.
Xu Feng said: “It’s a youth campus sweet drama. The opening theme has already been given to another singer, but I’d like you guys to try the ending theme.”
He opened his phone and sent Fang Yinnian a file.
It was an initial demo version of the song. After listening, Fang Yinnian found it was a sweet love song about first love on campus—FTM singing it should sound very good.
Fang Yinnian said excitedly: “I really like this song. Senior Brother, has this TV drama finished filming already?”
Xu Feng said: “Yes, the OST production is entrusted to me. Campus dramas get approved fairly quickly—it should air during summer vacation.”
In the past two years, some insert songs and ending themes from hit dramas during winter and summer breaks were particularly good, with music platform saves nearly breaking ten million.
Boy groups had limited audiences after all, while TV drama markets were enormous. If they could sing OSTs, it could let many drama-watching audiences get to know FTM, greatly boosting their recognition.
Thinking of this, Fang Yinnian quickly said: “I really want to sing this song, but collaborations should be discussed with our manager, right? I can’t make that decision.”
Xu Feng said: “Of course. Send me Old Xu’s business card, and I’ll have a detailed chat with your manager sometime.”
Fang Yinnian forwarded their manager’s contact to his senior brother.
On the way back, he took out his phone and opened WeChat, instinctively wanting to message Mo Xun, then discovered that somehow he’d pinned Mo Xun’s chat to the top.
Mo Xun’s avatar was at the very top of his conversation list.
Fang Yinnian was startled to realize he’d unknowingly formed the bad habit of “having to share everything with Mo Xun”…
His cheeks warmed as he quickly put away his phone.
Forget it, he wouldn’t tell Mo Xun first. This matter wasn’t confirmed yet anyway—he’d wait until Senior Brother finished negotiating collaboration terms with their manager.
He couldn’t just chatter to Mo Xun about everything…
When Fang Yinnian returned to the dorm, Fu Fei was playing games in the living room.
Xiao Fei was happy after getting his salary. After returning to Jiangzhou, he’d bought the latest gaming console, connected it to the big TV in the living room, and was using a controller to make his little assassin wander around the map.
Seeing Fang Yinnian enter, Fu Fei quickly said: “Brother Nian, Brother Xu just said there’s a concert performance on January 7th, then we get a 10-day New Year holiday. Did you not see the group message?”
Fang Yinnian was stunned. Earlier, after discovering he’d pinned Mo Xun’s chat, his mind had gotten flustered and he’d put away his phone, indeed not noticing the group messages. Looking now, there was indeed a holiday notice from Xu Baichuan.
All four teammates had replied, only he hadn’t.
Fang Yinnian immediately replied that he’d received it, asking in surprise: “This year’s holiday is so long at 10 days? Last year was only 5 days.”
Mo Xun’s voice suddenly came from behind: “Our album sales were good, so our manager is quite satisfied and gave us a longer holiday.”
Sensing the familiar presence approaching, Fang Yinnian’s spine stiffened slightly. Mo Xun walked naturally in front of Fang Yinnian, looking at him with a smile: “Yinnian, are you going home?”
Fang Yinnian quickly avoided Mo Xun’s gaze.
With Xiao Fei right there, he couldn’t very well ignore Mo Xun, so he reluctantly said: “With a 10-day holiday, of course I’m going home. I haven’t seen Grandma, Dad, and Mom for a whole year.”
“Mm, you should definitely go back to see them. Is Grandma’s health still okay?”
“Still good.”
“Are you taking the high-speed train home again this year?”
“Yes.”
“The 10-day holiday is quite long. Want to take your family traveling?”
“I, I’ll think about it.”
Fu Fei: “??”
He looked at Mo Xun, then at Fang Yinnian, feeling these two were acting strange—their conversation had a “forcing conversation” awkwardness.
Fu Fei scratched his head and interjected: “Brother Nian, you should hurry and book tickets. It’s almost winter break—high-speed train tickets are hard to get.”
Fang Yinnian snapped back to reality: “I’ll book them right now.”
He took out his phone, logged into the app to book tickets, and messaged his family about returning home.
On the 7th, all five performed at a concert, singing two songs. On the 8th the holiday began, and everyone went home.
After arriving home that evening, Fang Yinnian had dinner with his parents and grandmother, telling them he’d earned 3.65 million.
All three chopsticks stopped simultaneously as they looked up wide-eyed: “How much?”
Fang Yinnian said: “3.65 million, after taxes.”
Yinnian’s dad happily ruffled his hair: “My goodness, Nian-nian, you’re incredible! Your year’s income equals more than twenty years of your mom’s and my combined earnings!”
Yinnian’s mom had a serious expression but joy in her eyes: “Your idol boy group makes that much money?”
Fang Yinnian smiled: “Yes, and I can earn even more in the future. Eventually I’ll buy you guys a villa.”
Grandma couldn’t stop smiling: “Oh, our Nian-nian is so accomplished! Grandma doesn’t need a villa—I just hope you’re happy and joyful. As long as you have enough money, don’t tire yourself out.”
Warmth filled Fang Yinnian’s heart as he held Grandma’s hand: “Don’t worry Grandma, I’m quite happy with them, and it’s not that tiring.”
Fang Yinnian paused: “Mom, should I give you this money? Do you want to get a different house?”
Mom immediately refused: “Keep the money you earned yourself. Celebrities have many places to spend money, and this house is fine. We’re used to living here, and it’s close to work.”
Dad also said: “Exactly. We’re accustomed to living here, and it’s near our workplace. Keep this money and put it in the bank as a fixed deposit—the interest alone will be quite a lot.”
Fang Yinnian had to keep the money in his own account. Later, when he earned more, he’d directly buy them a villa.
Celebrity families could benefit from their fame. He hoped his family could live better lives through him too.
The next day, his parents went to work, leaving only Grandma at home.
While massaging Grandma’s shoulders, Fang Yinnian said quietly: “Grandma, I heard a secret… there’s a singer in our circle who’s gay—a guy who likes guys.”
He said this in a gossipy tone, but his heart was suspended—he actually wanted to subtly test Grandma’s attitude.
Grandma smiled: “Really?”
Fang Yinnian asked nervously: “Grandma, what do you think about gay people?”
Grandma patted his hand: “As long as it’s not those promiscuous types who spread diseases, if they genuinely like each other and are seriously together, it doesn’t matter. There are many gay people nowadays—don’t make a big fuss.”
Fang Yinnian was stunned.
Was Grandma so worldly?
The next moment he heard Grandma say: “A few days ago, Old Zhang next door’s son was pressured about marriage and brought a boyfriend home. Old Zhang chased them out with a broom—all the neighbors know about this.”
“Both of them knelt at the door, quite pitiful. I saw that boy wearing a suit, quite handsome—also a good child.”
Fang Yinnian’s heart raced as he said jokingly: “Really? So bold, directly bringing a boyfriend home. If… I mean if, someday I also brought a boyfriend home, would Grandma chase me out with a broom like Grandpa Zhang?”
Grandma was startled, turning to look at Fang Yinnian in surprise: “Nian-nian, did you get a boyfriend?”
Fang Yinnian nearly bit his tongue: “No! I said ‘if’! I was just… asking casually.”
Grandma looked at him, thought for a moment, then smiled: “I know our Nian-nian has high standards. Anyone you’d like must be quite outstanding, right? So I wouldn’t chase you out.”
“Handle family matters behind closed doors. Making a spectacle like the Zhang family where the whole complex watches the drama—how embarrassing.”
The old lady had quite progressive thinking.
This meant that if he really ended up with a guy in the future, Grandma wouldn’t strongly oppose or disown him.
Grandma had loved him most since childhood, always gentle and caring. As long as Grandma accepted it, his parents would be much easier to convince.
Fang Yinnian’s anxious heart finally relaxed.
While gently massaging Grandma’s shoulders, he said: “Don’t worry Grandma, I’m still young and focused on my career first. If I want to date in the future, I’ll definitely choose someone who truly suits me.”
Grandma squinted: “Mm, our Nian-nian has always been very decisive. Work hard—Grandma will stand by you.”
Fang Yinnian’s recent struggles and stress finally dissipated under Grandma’s words.
As Grandma said, modern society had many gay people, and people weren’t as extreme as before in categorizing homosexuality as abnormal.
As long as they genuinely liked each other and were seriously together, family should be understanding, right?
So liking Mo Xun shouldn’t be a burden for him.
Meeting someone you like in this vast world wasn’t easy. Since he’d met Mo Xun and fallen for him…
Then he’d like him—no need to go against his heart.
He just couldn’t be too intimate with Mo Xun, or it would be obvious.
(advanced chapters available on kofi)
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