Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Really stuffy, I called a few streamer buddies from the same city to go eat skewers and drink.

We drank till midnight, went home and crashed.

Dizzy, I fell asleep.

In the dream, I actually saw that girl again.

She was facing away from me, wiping the desk.

On the desk were books, a radio, newspapers, and a few Hong Kong movie star posters.

In the center of the desk was a glass vase with a few white fabric roses.

“Who are you?”

I tried to speak.

The girl seemed to hear something, she turned around and gave me a brilliant smile:

“Brother Yuanshan, can you teach me to sing a Cantonese song, the one by Andy Lau, ‘Secretly Bewitched’!”

Like a sudden power cut, I woke up.

Sunlight streamed through the gauze curtain, I raised a hand to shield my eyes.

This dream, how is it getting more and more real.

……

At 8 p.m., I went live right on time.

Right when I started, there weren’t many people in the stream.

I played Andy’s “Secretly Bewitched”, chatted casually with fans, reading comments:

“Host, why didn’t you stream these past two days?”

“Oh, the host’s stomach was a bit upset these past two days, took a rest.”

“What? You want to see the host spend a night at a mountain temple?”

“Ha, give a follow and I’ll consider it.”

Getting really bored, I took out my sketchbook and started drawing the girl from the dream.

The calendar in the girl’s bedroom showed 1993.

What a coincidence, my dad also left Cang City in ’93 and went alone to Guangzhou to start a business.

Over there, he ran a restaurant, met my mom, and later the business grew bigger and bigger…

My dad wants me to take over.

But I don’t like the smoky, greasy kitchen, nor do I want to study hotel business management, I just love drawing.

The old man couldn’t out-stubborn me, so he agreed to let me study art.

But after really studying, I found I really have no talent.

I’m afraid if I go back to Guangzhou, I’ll have to listen to his nagging again.

After dropping out in my sophomore year, I used accompanying my grandma as an excuse and just temporarily stayed in our hometown Cang City.

I glanced at the screen and continued chatting: “By the way, have any of you ever dreamed about the same person twice in a row? And this person actually could accurately call your name and ask you to teach her to sing.”

Fan A: “Yo, Brother Han dreamed of a beauty?”

Fan B: “Even turning it into a TV series.”

Fan C: “Host, who are you drawing? Why does she look so familiar to me!!!”

Fan D: “This guy must be having a wet dream, look at that pervy face.”

I spat and laughed, “A dream my ass.”

My stomach hurt again.

I took a sip of hot water, glanced at the viewer count, only a few dozen people.

“Sorry, the host isn’t feeling well today, gonna end the stream early.”

I cut the stream, rushed to the bathroom and retched for a while, quickly found stomach medicine and swallowed it.

After my body eased up a bit, I went to bed and slept.

Once again, I saw her in my dream.