The summer in Nancheng was always sweltering and oppressive. By eight or nine in the morning, the bustling metropolis had long awakened from its slumber, with cars shuttling along the roads and street vendors in the alleyways shouting out their wares with fervent cries. Bright sunlight spilled through the half-drawn glass curtains.
In the room, there was no air conditioning, only an electric fan droning on, blowing out nothing but hot air. The teenager in the bed was wearing a tank top and shorts, lying on his side with a slight curl, his long, slender legs exposed in the air, his white tank top already soaked with sweat, even his thick, long eyelashes dotted with sweat, quivering slightly at this moment.
The sunlight was too dazzling, the air too scorching. The Teenager's delicate brows furrowed slightly, and he lifted his eyelids. ThoseBlack and clear eyes held a trace of vicissitude and pain that did not match his age, soon turning into Bewildered and confusion.
Lin Qingyan sat up from the bed, casually brushing aside the damp and messy bangs on his forehead. He looked around the room with a I'm still in shock expression, familiar yet somewhat strange—this was the dormitory arranged for him by Platinum Entertainment where he had lived for a year.
It was a small one-room apartment, simply decorated, with a broken air conditioner in the room, the air filled with the sweltering heat of summer. Lin Qingyan stared blankly at the electric fan still humming by the bed; everything here was exactly as he remembered.
He suspected he was dreaming, or experiencing hallucinations. He should have died in that strange small county town—how could he be back in the summer of five years ago?
Thinking this, the Teenager raised his hand and Awesome pinched his own face. No sensation.
Oh… he really was dreaming.
Wait, he forgot an important thing—he had no sense of pain.
The abrupt vibration of a mobile phone rang out in the quiet room, pulling Lin Qingyan back from his contemplation and confusion. The phone on the nightstand was old and worn, the same one he had bought secondhand for two hundred yuan.
The caller ID showed "Brother Li"—Li Heng, Lin Qingyan's manager. As soon as the call connected, that familiar voice came through the phone line: "Xiao Lin, meet me at XX Café at three this afternoon to sign the contract. Make sure to come on time."
Lin Qingyan was silent for two seconds, finally nodding and saying "Okay." He heard his own voice, Hoarse yet with a hint of youthful naivety.
Li Heng didn't say anything else, and the two quickly ended the call.
"How could this be…"
The Teenager stared at the phone screen, murmuring in confusion. As if thinking of something, his pupils suddenly trembled, and his fingers trembled as he opened the phone's calendar. On the cracked screen, a line of striking characters appeared:The young man stared at the phone screen, muttering in puzzlement in a low voice. It seemed that he had thought of something. His pupils trembled suddenly, and his fingers trembled slightly as he clicked on the phone calendar. On the cracked screen, a line of prominent large characters appeared conspicuously:
August 27, 2015.
He was only nineteen this year and was reborn five years ago.
It was on this very day five years ago that he signed with Platinum Entertainment.
The sun in the afternoon is even more passionate and brilliant.
The air conditioner is on in the cafe, making it very cool.
At this point in time, there weren't many customers inside. The waiter was sitting at the counter, idly propping his chin up and playing with his mobile phone until the door was pushed open from the outside and a customer came in.
The waitress was a young girl. The moment she saw the guest come in, she immediately put down her phone and fixed her gaze on the guest, unable to move. It was a young man in his early twenties.
The afternoon sun streamed in, and the young man stood at the door with his back to the light.
He was wearing a simple round-neck white T-shirt without a single pattern. Under him were loose nine-inch jeans that had been washed pale, with a small section of fair ankle exposed under the pant legs. The slightly protruding outer ankle bone was small and sexy. On his feet were a pair of clean white canvas shoes.
The most eye-catching thing is still that clean and beautiful face.
The soft short black hair hangs casually in front of the forehead. The eyebrows and eyes are clean and delicate. Those black eyes seem to be dotted with light. The line of the nose bridge is excellent. The pale thin lips are slightly pursed, looking very soft.
Although the young man was wearing only a cheap and simple set of clothes, he felt very comfortable. His somewhat slender figure was tall and slender, but his back was straight. Coupled with his fair and beautiful face, it was impossible to take one's eyes off him. It was clean and cold.