TRMLCM Chapter 31

After lunch, the gloomy sky slowly began to drizzle like catkins, and a slightly cool breeze mixed with raindrops drifted in, landing on Shen Chang’an’s face. The cold touch awakened his thoughts, and he reached out to close the open window.

He opened his phone to check, and it was already past one o’clock. Aside from some app notifications, there were no other messages on his phone.

His chat with Cheng Yi still remained on the “Good morning” message he had sent earlier that morning.

The room started to feel stuffy, so Shen Chang’an walked out of the ward and closed the door behind him. He walked to a seat in the hallway and sat down, bowing his head to open the private messages sent to him by fans on Yin Fu.

Every time he looked at the care and love these strangers showed him, he always felt a faint sense of guilt. He always felt that the emotional value he brought to the livestreaming room didn’t match the gifts the fans sent him.

This was his second job since graduating from college, and it was still a job that wasn’t very related to his major and that he didn’t fully understand. The source of that guilt might be that he hadn’t gotten used to or adapted to this job yet.

Shen Chang’an was a very outstanding person. Perhaps because his grandfather was a teacher, his grades had always been excellent. He had walked out of that remote town, surrounded only by a small primary school, by studying hard. First, he went to the best high school in the county, then directly to that high school, and finally, he was admitted to a top-tier university in the country with his excellent grades.

He chose a finance-related major at the time, and as a junior, he interned at a large company in City S and was successfully hired full-time. So, after graduation, he worked at that company for seven years, becoming the general manager of a department. Just as his boss was preparing to hold a promotion banquet for him, he received a call from his hometown.

It was his grandmother calling. His grandfather had suddenly fainted and been sent to the hospital, and the cause was still unknown. Shen Chang’an didn’t have time to go to the banquet, so he first took a leave of absence and immediately bought a plane ticket to City C.

By the time he arrived in City C and reached the only hospital in the town, his grandfather’s diagnosis had already come out: a cerebral hemorrhage.

The hospital suggested that they transfer him to a larger hospital to try, so Shen Chang’an spent a day rushing around, quickly helping his grandfather with transfer procedures and sending him to the central hospital in City C.

His elderly grandmother couldn’t handle the travel, so he had to let her stay in the countryside first, but he was worried about her being alone at home. He was only thinking of bringing her over after he settled down in City C, so the day after he arrived in City C, he found a house in a neighborhood near the hospital and bought it with his savings from many years.

The city hospital was indeed much more technologically advanced than the town hospital. After looking at a series of different diagnostic reports like letters, Shen Chang’an stuffed them into a drawer in the bedroom. It was during that time that he learned to smoke.

A family crisis had occurred and he couldn’t leave, but his vacation was slowly running out, and there was still a lot of work waiting for him to handle in City S. He was caught in a dilemma, whether to return or not…

Looking at his two closest relatives whose hair was already gray and faces full of wrinkles, he finally resolutely submitted his resignation report after his boss’s repeated attempts to retain him.

Fortunately, he had worked hard these past few years, and even after buying an apartment in full, he was still able to cover his grandfather’s series of expenses in the hospital, but money would always run out eventually, so he started looking for a second job.

This time, he didn’t want to compete with his colleagues for performance from nine to five, he just wanted to spend more time with his family.

He accidentally learned about the profits that the livestreaming industry could bring, and since he had plenty of time, he wanted to try it out.

But he didn’t seem to have any talent. He had been too rigid when he was studying and rarely had any extracurricular activities. The only exception was when he joined a music club in college to get credits. At that time, with the thought of “since I’m here,” he seriously learned a lot of musical knowledge, which could be considered enriching his short extracurricular life.

He spent money to buy a guitar online, and after accompanying his grandfather in the hospital with his grandmother and eating dinner after returning home, he would turn on the livestream and practice the guitar somewhat awkwardly.

Two months into the livestream, he became more and more skilled at playing the guitar, learned more and more songs, and even his livestreaming room went from having no one at the beginning to having more than a hundred people later.

Shen Chang’an also went from being unfamiliar and evasive of the camera at the beginning to slowly becoming familiar with it and facing it squarely. The sense of youthfulness and stiffness slowly faded away, and the resilience that he had developed in the workplace, as if engraved in his bones, was revealed.

With a livestream of more than a hundred people, even if he did PKs sometimes, he couldn’t earn a hundred yuan a night, which didn’t even reach one ten-thousandth of his current meager savings, but Shen Chang’an was immersed in it. He finally had time to spare and more free time to take care of his family.

He originally thought that the growth rate of his account would be very slow, but he didn’t expect to meet a rich “Big Brother” who would spend money on him like crazy. In less than four months of livestreaming, he became popular, and the account now had 420,000 fans, and it was still growing every day. Some passersby would also search for and follow him after seeing clips of his livestream.

The gift income displayed in the backstage after each of his livestreams was really a lot. Not to mention the money that Cheng Yi had spent in his livestreaming room, even the scattered tickets that many fans had recently sent him were worth a lot of money.

Shen Chang’an didn’t want to let down their love and support, so he would watch the private messages they sent him every day after the livestream and selectively reply to them. He would also secretly observe their lives and chats in the Yin Fu fan groups, hoping that these lovely fans could be happy, healthy, and joyful every day.

Shen Chang’an rarely asked the attending doctor about his grandfather’s condition, because his keen eyes had already understood the silence in the doctor’s eyes when he sighed.

Every day, when he left the sad hospital and returned home, looking at the group of fans in the livestreaming room who were waiting for him to start the livestream with anticipation, he would slowly breathe a sigh of relief, and his suppressed heart would be gently caressed by the praises.

He was very grateful to have met them, to have met this group of lovely fans who liked to laugh at him but also silently supported and accompanied him, working hard to donate tickets and wanting him to win.

He was also very grateful to have met Cheng Yi, the person who single-handedly pushed him from an unknown corner to the spotlight, sending him to this group of fans.

Shen Chang’an leaned back slightly, resting on the chair. The chairs in the hallway were sparsely filled with people, with hunched backs, pale faces, and suppressed sobs. Everyone here seemed to be shrouded in thick dark clouds, just like the weather in City C at this time. Small rain was also falling in their hearts.

Small rain, continuous and endless.

When will it finally stop?

They have been waiting for the sunshine for a long time…