6 Chapter 6

As familiar as the name of the new mechanic was to him, at this time the only thing he could think of and concentrate on was the hockey match with his teammates. If for some reason they lost, they would have to pay for the whole week's food for everyone, plus having to deal with Qian Yue's bad mood for not being able to beat Silas Green, Su Lian's ex-boyfriend, would be the worst of all.

When the game began, the disc passed from one side to the other, from one end to the other; Looking to enter the goal of the opposing team. Qian Yue was so absorbed in his eagerness to show Silas that he was better than not shooting the other players. Ji Syaoran, I hate that behavior.

In the end, they lost, only one point below the other team.

Whether the name had been familiar to him or not, he would leave it aside for now.

The way home was tedious and annoying, between traffic and constant complaints from Qian Yue, left him in a bad mood by the time night fell on the city.

Stepping on the inside of his apartment caused fatigue to hit his body hard, forcing him to drop his suitcase to the side of the sofa and let himself fall on the soft cushions matching the furniture.

Qian Yue muttered a few words that he masterfully ignored, before disappearing down the hall, leaving him asleep on the sofa in the living room. If he thought about it, it was more often he slept in the living room than in his bedroom.

The thought stayed around his mind for a few seconds, before falling into a deep sleep.

………

Her dream began with him standing a few feet from the bench where he sat with her. He was wearing beige pants; A black sweater, a long coat of the same color, some black boots, and a simple collar on the turtle neck of his sweater, he also had in his hands a gift box of which he did not know its contents.

He was slow to move while trying to assimilate his dream, he felt lethargic, something that had not happened to him since he was 16 years old. His heavy steps left their mark on the snow as he advanced, the sound of his shoes sinking slightly into the snowflakes on the ground, was the only thing that filled the silence.

When he looked up, he saw the same girl he talked to every night when he closed his eyes, the same girl who made him forget everything for a few hours every day, whose existence in dreams left difficult marks to erase in his real life.

His hands trembled for a few seconds when he could see her completely. She sat on the bench with a book in her hands, wearing a black jacket with a cap that framed her waist, thanks to a belt that seemed to have the garment included. He was wearing tight denim jeans and long brown boots without a heel. Her long hair was tied up in a half tail adorned with a black ribbon with red ornaments and red tassels adorning the ends.

He thought it was the most beautiful and ethereal thing he had ever seen. Although it was probably because she visited him in dreams and spoke only to him, the immaculate image of that girl was unique to his eyes because of the strange connection he had with her.

His steps brought him close to her in a matter of minutes, holding the girl in front of him, immediately handing him the gift he had in his hands as soon as he could. The girl pulled down her book to see him, smiling in her way, before taking the gift.

The girl invited him to sit next to her, and then said:— Why is the gift?—.The girl's sweet and crisp voice drove away from the lethargy she had felt at the beginning of the dream. He smiled and immediately replied.

— For nothing special.— Her response provoked a laugh in her.

— Thanks. It wasn't necessary, this is a dream so this gift stays here—. She explained. Ji Syaoran kept his smile on his face.

— No matter, if it remains in the dream it will remain with you forever, until the day it becomes a reality.— Although that day still seemed far away, the professional runner hoped for the best from that situation.

— Okay. So I want to give you something here, and I also hope to be able to give it to you in person.— She put both her hands back of her head; With his fingers, he delicately removed the ribbon that adorned his hair. Then he began to fold the ornament and handed it to her.

— Why are you giving it to me?

— Why not? That ribbon is very important, so take good care of it.— Ji Syaoran observed it, the ribbon was well taken care of, it looked almost new, the ornaments on the fabric were very beautiful.

— I'll take care of him.— He finally said, tying the ribbon around his right wrist. When he finished, he told his companion to open the gift. For reasons unknown to me, I was extremely curious to see what the box contained.

She carefully removed the wrapper, opening the box in a few minutes. When took out the object in question she smiled too happily.

Ji Syaoran did the same.

— It's beautiful!—. She said excitedly. The gift was an old musical box, but the song it played was a little more current, though not so much. The song was called 'Mourning For Love' and was her favorite so the lyrics inspired her.

Seeing her so happy, Ji Syaoran knew that it was enough for him to see only a part of her face, and it was all right to have her only in these brief moments if he could keep the feeling in his chest for the rest of his life.

— Thanks!— She hugged him heartily, he reciprocated the affection with affection.— Even if I can't have him outside here, I thank you very much, he's very nice

—Don't be thankful. When the time comes to meet us, I promise to give you one like this one.—He promised without hesitation, totally determined. She nodded in response and kissed her cheek. Ji Syaoran felt his face burning.

—Then I'll continue to help you find my identity.— The girl said before she started talking about her. Ji Syaoran put in as much attention as he could. I just hoped to remember everything when I woke up.

At some point in his talk, he suggested that since she knew his identity, she could contact him and they could see each other. But she explained that she had already done so, and received no answer.

So one of the most accurate clues I had was to be able to find that message, among all the messages I received daily. If I did, I would probably know who I was and they could look like that.

The dream progressed normally, between laughs and some jokes as they always did, but with the difference that between the usual trivial talk there were important data for both.

— Today I was looking at a lot of pictures to choose the ones that will be in the magazine this month. I reviewed the articles that this issue will have, discarded some, corrected others, and had a discussion with the head of advertising—. The pout he made with his mouth was extremely tender. Syaoran smiled and could not help it.

— A hard day

— A little, although arguing with Leo is quite normal.— He moved his hand in the air. The words that came out of his mouth had a touch of annoyance and fun.

— Leo. Is it the ex-boyfriend who works with you?—. She remembered having spoken of him before, even when the moments when she spoke of Leo were counted. He was perfectly aware that this boy was very important in her life and to whom she was anchored for life by a promise made years ago to his mother.

The young woman looked at him for a few seconds, he kept his gaze on her, waiting expectantly for his answer.— Yes, but now we are only good friends, obviously at work we have some discussions, but more than anything, because of the differences between our opinions, it is work so I can bear your arrogant attitude.

— If you say so.— The girl nodded quickly without erasing that curve in her lips, from one moment to the next, the girl stood up and took her hands to pull them and lift him, then helped him sit on the bench again but with his legs bent, using the armrest to support his back. Ji Syaoran looked at her with curiosity, he was a bit confused by the actions his companion was doing without saying anything at all, but he was so delighted by the happiness that radiated from that part of his face that he just went with the flow.

A while later, she sat in front of him, leaning her back against Ji Syaoran's chest, causing quite a funny laugh on him. The boy then surrounded the girl's neck with his arms, feeling the trembling of his partner's body from laughter. — If you wanted to be like that, you must have said so. I would have accommodated myself—. He felt her hands on his arms.

The young woman laughed in that unique way she had. Ji Syaoran took advantage of the position she had to enjoy the sweet scent of her companion's perfume, so she closed her eyes and breathed on the girl's neck as much as she could, to allow the scent to be recorded enough so that she could feel it upon waking up.

Although she didn't say, Syaoran could feel her body tense, she would probably be dead of shame.

—How about your day?—. Her voice rose with a little nervousness in her, but as a firm, as she could. Ji Syaoran sighed.

— Okay. My practice was pretty good, I broke my time mark. I played a game of hockey with my teammates. I met the team's new chief mechanic and received a visit from Zhao Li Ming.— He gave her a summary of her day as she rested her chin on the girl's head.

— Did you see her today? And there were no problems with your fans or hers? —. The anguish in his voice moved Ji Syaoran's heart.

—No, she was careful, and only for a few seconds.— He answered.

— Sure?

— Yes

— Okay.

Ji Syaoran knew why she was worried. The problems he had whenever he saw Zhao Li Ming out of work was extremely bad. Gossip, constant harassment, and some discussions on Weibo about her love life were something she would hate to see again, especially because of what happened long ago. When cyberbullying and pressure from fans and the entertainment market caught up.

The ill-intentioned comments, the assumptions about him and Zhao Li Ming were so many, from claims that they had been secretly married by a ridiculous set of rings they had just happened to wear at the same charity event, to a shirt he wore at an autograph signing that his agent and sponsors had arranged, the same piece that Zhao Li Ming's brother had loaned him a week after the autograph signing, And which you saw put Zhao Li Ming at the Hunan airport.

The explanation was simple, the shirt he had worn was different but it was the same design, and the one she wore was that of her brother, who was then the promoter of the clothing brand. As for the rings, both had received the same gift for the campaign for which they had worked together.

The speculations were so much that Zhao Li Ming and he, were forced to keep their distance for a while while the rumors calmed down, which did not happen because they continue with that shadow behind them but it was no longer as annoying as before. Even so, being away from his friend was something very painful, especially because he loved her as a sister, he admired her for the strong personality she had and her effort.

But people didn't understand that, and that's why they had become a little depressed. Not so much for him, as being from a different branch of entertainment, he had allowed her to go with more freedom, but Zhao Li Ming was the most popular actress of the time in her country, so rumors of a supposed relationship were negative for her career, especially by fans, who believed themselves to be masters and lords of li Ming's life.

Seeing how that affected her was the hardest thing.

He remembers talking about that situation in her dreams, so she understood that her partner was worried.

— All right, as long as I don't get so close to her publicly, all will be well.

— Okay. And how is she?

— Okay, he's shooting a new drama. It will be clandestine motorbike RACES and she will be a journalist. The typical romance of a bad boy and a good girl.

— I think I know what it is. The co-star will be Xuan Cheng, right?

— Yes, she came to see me because he wanted me to help him with some things. A-ming wants me to be with her for the February edition of Harper's bazaar

— I'll do Harper's bazaar in February. I'll be in China by then.— She got up long enough to see him in the face. Syaoran seemed to be in shock.

— Really! —. He shouted with emotion. His companion smiled.