Coming of age is a long, drawn-out dream-making process.
Lin Fengzao was one dusty star among them.
Everyone chased after the brighter stars. He stood at the farthest corner of the stage, illuminated by only half a spotlight.
Nobody loved him.
In the dorm during training camp, his roommate watched a trading-card unboxing livestream on their phone.
"Oh my god, you pulled three Lin Fengzao cards in a row, babe. You really are the unluckiest person alive."
"It's okay, it's okay. Those three don't count. Let's shake off the bad luck and pull another one!"
"Wow, congrats, babe! You got a Qin Sheng card. Let me soak up some of that good luck."
Tears were the cheapest thing in the world.
But Lin Fengzao still couldn't help crying.
"It's okay."
A pair of hands gently wiped away his tears.
The person in the camera was always so perfect.
Lin Fengzao was like his sidekick, quietly following behind him.
Gradually, Lin Fengzao got a script of his own.
He was no longer just a prop for fleshing out someone else's image.
He got his own character setting.
"Go comfort Xia."
Watching the child sob uncontrollably, he felt the dark camera lens trained on him, waiting for him to act.
It seemed he had become... Qin Sheng.
"Fengzao, look to your right!"
A staff member's instruction suddenly came through his earpiece.
The sweet song was reaching its climax.
Their eyes met, and the fans screamed.
Qin Sheng's eyes were full of laughter, but Lin Fengzao only felt cold.
"Why is Lin Fengzao on sick leave again? Brother Qin, do you know why?"
Qin Sheng didn't answer. It seemed the soft sensation of those lips and the taste of tears still lingered on his own.
Salty.
The flavor of this story leans a little dark.
Theme: We all live beneath the same sky
