Fang Peiyu woke up and found that he and Cen Ye were lying on the same bed.
Santa Claus crossed his wooden horse legs on the elk cart outside the window: "Here's the thing, there is a CP fan who made a wish to me and asked me to put you two into the same bed on the holiday..."
Fang Peiyu: "???"
Fang Peiyu: "... What kind of bullshit wish is this? I'm making a wish now. Can you stuff it back into me?"
Santa Claus coughed: "You have to wait in line for three years to make a wish here. Are you sure you will stay in the same bed with this gentleman for three years?"
"Three years!" Fang Peiyu was about to collapse, "Three years ago I was just a trainee, and Cen Ye was just a flower vase who couldn't speak his lines smoothly! Where did the CP fan come from? He started playing lalang from then on?"
"Wait, what was I doing three years ago... Do you know very well?" Cen Ye, who was standing beside him, raised his eyebrows and asked suddenly.
Fang Peiyu: "..."
Fang Peiyu said: "I don't want to live anymore."
That night, the night was like frost, and Cen Ye climbed up to the terrace and lit a cigarette.
Santa Claus parked his elk cart on the roof, sweating profusely.
"I made your wish come true three years ago," Santa Claus said. "The wish you made two years ago... Wait until next year. But you little kid, why do you make the same wish every year?"
Cen Ye smiled when he heard this and waved to him: "You won't need it next year. You should be busy first."
Gentle young man with a dark belly × lively chatterbox and a coward with traffic
1V1, atypical entertainment industry, HE
Also known as "The Santa Claus Lalang Incident"