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Legend of the Blackberry Sword - Part 2

@inklings-challenge I finally finished!! hope you all enjoy!!

Finally, after a few minutes of intense sword play, Bobby let out a guttural growl and disarmed Gaspar, sending the sword clattering to the back of the stage. The crowd let out a collective gasp. Betty let out a shriek before clamping her hands over her mouth.

"It's part of the play. It's just part of the play," muttered Freddie, but his knuckles were turning white as he gripped the arms of his chair.

“What makes you, a mere archangel, think you can defeat me? Me, the new master of this world!” shouted Bobby, leveling his sword at Gaspar’s chest.

“Who is like God? Certainly not you!” came Gaspar’s shout. A cheer went up from the kids in the crowd before several parents shushed them. The pavilion went silent, tense with anticipation of the next part in the story.

Bobby let out a growl as he stepped forward. "Is that so?"

"Lucifer!" The narrator's voice echoed across the stage. Bobby let out a whimper and crouched low. The lights dimmed with one light on Gaspar. "Pick up your sword." A blackberry bush next to Gaspar's feet rustled and an elaborate sword rose from between the leaves. The audience gasped.

"So that's why!" Freddie whispered. "Mr. Bones has been working on that for months!"

Gaspar grasped the sword and the lights went back to normal. Bobby stood up.

"Lucifer, by order of God, you are hereby banished from Heaven!"

Bobby let out a yell and lunged at Gaspar. The two fought for several more minutes before Gaspar disarmed Bobby. Bobby slunk to the right of the stage, leaving it with a hiss. The narrator stepped on to the stage from the left.

"Well done, oh faithful one. Come here." Gaspar walked to him, holding out his sword. The narrator took the sword from him. "Kneel." Gaspar obeyed. "I name thee Michael, for you said, who is like God?" The narrator laid the sword across Gaspar's shoulders, then proceeded to knight him. "And I name you general of the angelic host, for you stood for my honor and glory."

"I serve only thee, my Lord and God."

"Rise, Michael, take your sword, and go to your post. There is still much to be done, and Lucifer is not finished with his evil ways. He will be back."

Gaspar stood up, took the sword and sheathed it. "And we shall be ready, oh Lord." The two walked off stage and the curtains closed. The audience stood and gave a thunderous applause.

“Wait, that was it?” asked Bert as they stood up and joined in the applause.

“Yeah man, the main point was the sword fight!”

The applause grew louder when the curtains pulled back and the three actors stepped to the edge of the stage and took a deep bow. Gaspar was grinning from ear to ear as he took another bow and unsheathed the sword.

“Mr. Bones finished this just last night! Isn’t it awesome?!” Gaspar glanced at the narrator with admiration beaming in his eyes.

Freddie, Lenny, and Charlie let out loud whoops and jumped up, pumping the air with their fists.

Mr. Bones let out a booming, hearty laugh. “I’m glad you all enjoyed it! I had a wonderful cast to work with! Now, if you all want to see this rendition of the Blackberry Sword up close, we will have it on display in the dance hall in a few minutes. Until then, enjoy the rest of the faire!” Another round of applause went up as the trio bowed again and the curtains closed. After the applause died down, the crowd began to disperse.

“By the time we get out of here, the sword should be on display!” quipped Freddie as the Forsters waited for their turn to leave their row.

“Then we could just head over there and see it,” remarked Bert with a shrug.

“But so will everyone else!” Freddie added with a whine.

“Boys, calm down, just be patient! We will see it, don’t worry,” stated Betty. “We still have to play Dragon Fight before the dance, right?”

Freddie huffed and crossed his arms. “Yeah, but …”

“The sword will still be in the dance hall when we get there. I’m sure Mr. Bones wants everyone to see it,” Betty pointed out.

“And I’m sure Bobby will make sure everyone looks at it and admires it,” muttered Bert.

“Exactly, so don’t worry, but… oh finally!” The crowd had thinned out enough that the group could leave.

“And you were telling us not to be impatient,” quipped Freddie with a smirk as they filed out of the row and towards the doors.

Betty rolled her eyes. “It still took quite a while.”

Greg gasped. “I see Gaspar! He’s waiting by the door!” He pushed his way to the front and dashed towards the doors. The others paused to look for Gaspar, and when they saw him, also took off towards the door.

His signature grin spread across his face when they joined him. “Took you long enough.”

“There was a huge crowd!” blurted Lenny.

“And now everyone’s in line to see the sword!” huffed Freddie as he glanced at the growing line at the dance hall.

Gaspar chuckled. “But that means no line at Dragon Fight.” He waved them forward. “Come on! By the time we get out, the line at the dance hall should be short enough that we can just get right in!” His eyes twinkled as he glanced at each of them. “Besides, I got special permission from Mr. Bones to take the sword out and give you a close up.”

The group gasped.

“Really?” asked Freddie. Gaspar bobbed his head.

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” exclaimed Betty.

“Let’s go!” shouted Freddie as he stepped towards the dance hall.

Gaspar grabbed his arm and stopped him. “After the line is cleared, everyone else will want to get back in line to hold it. Right now, only he, Bobby, and I are allowed to handle it.”

Freddie sighed. “Alright, Dragon Fight it is.”

“But I thought you wanted to do Dragon Fight?”

“I mean, I do, but I really, really want to see that sword up close.”

Gaspar chuckled and rubbed Freddie's dark curls. “You will! Just, one thing at a time man!”

"Yeah man," piped up Charlie, "I want to see that sword too! But Gaspar's right, the line for Dragon Fight should be short right now, and the sword will be there till the end of the night."

"Alright," mumbled Freddie.

"Yes! Dragon Fight, here we come!" Charlie shouted. Gaspar led the group through the crowd towards the corn field at the edge of the fair.

"Wait, Dragon Fight is a corn maze?" Bert asked.

Gaspar laughed. "Just wait and see." He led them through a path hewn into the cornfield. A few minutes later, they were standing in the middle of a circle with a gate on the other side, leading to another path. The man sitting at the booth jumped up and shot them a grin.

"Was wondering where everyone went! Come on in, come on in!" He glanced at the Forsters. "Must be your first time, huh?"

Greg nodded. "Oh yeah! But, where's the dragon?" He glanced around the circle.

The gentleman pointed at the gate. "Follow that path to the blackberry field. You will be given three clues to find swords to fight the dragon and escape." He held out his hand. "But first, seven leaves please."

Gaspar reached into his pouch and quickly pulled out the currency. He winked at the others. "I got this."

Freddie clicked his tongue. "How much you got hidden in there?"

Gaspar quickly closed his pouch. "Just what Mrs. Field gave me. Now come on, let's go!" The gate swung open and the group dashed through, Gaspar in the lead. They followed the path to another enclosed area, one full of patches of blackberry bushes, asters, and angelicas clustered around small maple trees.

"Alright, gents! First clue please!" Gaspar shouted as the gang crowded around him at the entrance.

A man out of sight answered him. "The clue you seek is very easy to find. Look for the tree with three of a kind."

"Three of a kind? Three of a kind what?" Bert asked.

"The only tree with three blackberry bushes, three asters, and three angelicas, that's what!" blurted Charlie before the three of them took off into the field to look. Gaspar stood right where he was and surveyed the landscape.

"Are you looking for the dragon?" whispered Greg.

"Yeah, keep a sharp eye out," Gaspar replied.

"Whatever for?" Bert asked.

"Because they can go only so far with the dragon. If we can figure out the furthest spot away from them, we can regroup and go over clues without being attacked."

"Ah, gotcha."

"Hey, I found it!" Charlie's face appeared from the back of a tree a few feet from them, waving a slip of paper. The group dashed towards him.

Bert gave him a high five."Nice!"

Charlie grinned. "Thanks!" He opened the paper and read, "Your quest continues, and the danger will grow. The drooping maple hides the next clue below."

Lenny tapped his chin as he glanced around the field. "Drooping maple …"

"The danger will only grow," muttered Gaspar as he too glanced around the field.

"Yeah, where is the dragon?" wondered Freddie as he placed his hands on his hips and glanced around.

"Uh, let's, let's stick together, huh? While we look for the drooping maple?" Charlie suggested, a soft stutter to his voice.

"Yes, but not too close, if we need to scatter," said Gaspar.

"Isn't it a fake dragon?" Bert whispered to Charlie as the group began walking towards the next clump of plants.

"Yeah, but they have been trying to make it scarier every year and, well, last year's dragon was pretty scary."

Freddie scoffed. "It's just a fake dragon. Nothing to be scared of."

Greg pointed to their left and shouted. "There it is!"

A large paper mache dragon seemed to be flying right at them, closing the distance faster than they had assumed. It was mostly a sickly green, with fiery red eyes, brown horns and spikes, and yellowed teeth in a widening mouth. The legs of two men could be seen underneath the dragon's belly. Freddie screamed.

"Scatter!" Gaspar shouted. Legs burst into action as the group took off in two directions.

"Oh, just a fake dragon, huh? Nothing to be scared of, huh?" Charlie quipped. Freddie chuckled nervously.

"Look for the drooping maple!" Gaspar shouted.

He flew up in the air and one of the men shouted. "No fair! You can actually fly!"

The other man laughed. "Show off!"

"You two take that side, we'll look this way!" Lenny said as he led Charlie to the far side of the arena.

"Yeah, loser buys the Michaelmas Midnight meal!" Freddie shouted.

"As if!" Charlie shouted back.

Bert's eyes scanned the arena. Where was that drooping maple? It had to have been bending so low to hide the clue. He squinted his eyes at one tree. It did look like it was drooping in comparison to the rest, but it wasn't so low that it was touching the ground. Was that it?

"Freddie, look!" Bert pointed. "Think that's it?"

Freddie grinned. "It's got to be. Come on!" The two dashed towards the tree.

"Bert, Freddie, the dragon's coming towards you!" Betty shouted.

"Hurry, hurry!" Greg shouted.

Bert did a baseball slide and got to the tree first. He began feeling in the bushes under the shade of the tree.

Freddie joined him a moment later. "Hurry! This has got to be the right tree!" he shouted as he began to look.

"Aha!" Bert pulled a rolled up piece of paper out from the blackberry bush directly underneath the drooping side's shadow. "Got it!"

"Yow! Go go go!" Freddie jumped up and grabbed Bert by the collar, pulling him away from the tree right as the dragon showed up.

"Read it, read it!" Charlie shouted.

Bert quickly unrolled the paper as he and Freddie ran to the next tree. "The swords are in a chest beneath the hollowed tree, the keys are hidden in the bushes at its feet. Three to the left and three to the right, will bring about the dragon's defeat!" He paused and wrinkled his nose. "Who came up with this? I mean, the rhyme works, but the rhythm is all wonky!"

"Who cares? It's the final clue!" Freddie grabbed him by the collar and pulled him away from the dragon again. "You can discuss proper poetry techniques after we've defeated the dragon!"

“We’ve found it!” Betty jumped up and down, waving her arms. She and Greg were standing by a larger maple tree at the far side of the arena. “Over here!” Charlie and Lenny dashed towards them and got there in a minute, being closer.

“Be ready with those swords! They’re coming in hot!” Gaspar shouted as he landed next to the four.

“Yeah, no kidding!” Freddie shouted. He glanced behind himself and yelped. The dragon was inching closer towards him and Bert.

“We got it open!” whooped Greg. Lenny and Charlie each grabbed a wooden sword and dashed towards the dragon with whoops. Bert took another baseball slide. Freddie tried to copy, but tumbled instead.

Freddie sat up, sputtering. “You gotta teach me how to do that, man!”

Bert chuckled as he helped him up. “You bet!”

"One, two, three!" Charlie and Lenny shouted out each number as they hit the sides of the dragon. One of the men moaned and the dragon went limp.

Charlie jumped up and down. "We won, we won!" The two men emerged from the dragon using well-hidden doors on the sides. "Oh, Mr. Crane! Did we hit you or Isaac?" Charlie asked nervously.

Mr. Crane chuckled as he shook his head. "No, I built it this way. You're good. Also, great teamwork!" He raised an eyebrow as he shot Bert a glance. "But apparently my rhythm was off on the last clue?"

Bert chuckled nervously as he ran a hand through his hair. "I, uh, I didn't know you had come up with the clues, Mr. Crane. I, uh …"

Mr. Crane patted Bert's shoulder. "No need to apologize. The rhythm is wonky, but that was a first draft. I didn't have time to work on it, so," he shrugged, "it is what it is. Besides, it's just for fun. I wasn't planning on publishing it or anything."

"Yeah, true." Bert shrugged. “I just noticed it, that’s all.”

“Then maybe you can help me with the clues next year.”

Bert blinked. “R-really?” Mr. Crane nodded. Bert grinned. “I’d like that.”

“Do we win a prize?” asked Greg.

Mr. Crane bent down to look him in the eye. “You get the satisfaction of beating Dragon Fight.”

Greg pouted. “But a prize would be better.”

Mr. Crane chuckled and ruffled his hair. “I’m sure it would, but there is no prize to be won at Dragon Fight. The whole point is to defeat the dragon and win. Which, speaking of, we need to reset the field so the next group can defeat the dragon.”

“Right, we still have to see that super cool sword Mr. Bones made!” said Freddie.

Mr. Crane’s mouth twitched. “Right. You go do that and … enjoy the rest of the Michaelmas faire! As for the Forsters, remember to get your Michaelmas Midnight Meal before you head home!”

The Forsters waved as the group walked towards the front. “We will!”

"So, wait, what is the Michaelmas Midnight Meal?" Bert asked as they walked.

Gaspar turned and began walking backwards, an apologetic grin on his face. "Oh yeah, that, sorry. We really don't have many meals on Michaelmas as we snack pretty much all day. But it isn't quite a harvest holiday without a feast, so the Michaelmas Midnight Meal was started."

"What's in it?" Greg asked.

"Applewood smoked goose with root vegetable stuffing," quipped Charlie with a hungry sigh as he licked his lips.

"Blackberries, of course, jellies, jams, and pies," stated Lenny.

"And the different Michaelmas breads," stated Freddie.

"Root vegetable stuffing?" asked Betty.

Gaspar nodded. "Oh yeah, the usual, dried bread with root vegetables; potatoes, carrots, turnips, onions, radishes, and sweet potatoes."

Greg licked his lips and rubbed his tummy. "That sounds yummy!"

"Oh boy, is it ever!" said Charlie as the group came back to the booth. There was now a long line of eager players.

The man at the booth grinned at them. "You really came at a good time! Thanks for playing! Enjoy the rest of the Michaelmas faire!"

"We will, thanks!" The kids waved as they left. They went on to play a few other games before making their way to the dance hall. There was still a line, but it was much shorter than before.

Freddie rubbed his hands together in glee. "Finally!" He turned to Gaspar. "How did that sword feel in your hands?"

Gaspar flashed an excited grin. "Oh man, it was awesome! But just wait until you see it up close!"

Freddie blinked. "Why?"

Gaspar's grin widened and he snickered. "Just wait, you'll see."

"Oh, man!" Freddie glanced at the line, counting how many were in front of them. They were moving at a steady pace, but it clearly wasn't fast enough for Freddie.

Finally, after several fidgety, impatient minutes in line, they were next to see the sword.

"Ooh, cool!" was the general exclamation. The sword seemed to sparkle under the stronger light of the dance hall. There was a silvery sheen to the blade while the hilt was a dark purple leather with blackberries and leaves etched into it.

"Can I touch it?" Freddie whispered.

"Here." Gaspar picked up the sword and held it out. He tilted it slightly to the right and then slightly to the left.

"Hey, what are those purple spots on the sword?" Greg asked.

Freddie gasped as he took a closer look. “Hey he, he used it!” He glanced at Gaspar. “No way!”

Gaspar smirked. “Oh yeah, he did.”

“Used what?” asked the Forsters.

“Morcrain, a rare metal found only on Havorest with a purple hue to it. Mr. Bones mixed it with the iron for this sword, which makes those purple spots.” Gaspar returned the sword to its case. “So now this shall forevermore be called the Blackberry Sword.”

“Not the Grape Sword?”

Gaspar shot Bert a “are you kidding me?” look over his shoulder. “The blackberries on the hilt kinda give it away.”

Bert chuckled nervously. “Oh, yeah, right.”

“Plus, purple spots make more sense for blackberries than grapes anyhow, you stink,” quipped Freddie as he wrapped his arm around Bert’s neck and proceeded to give him a noogie.

“Come on you guys, we need to get a table! It’s starting to fill up already!” blurted Charlie as he rushed into the main hall.

Freddie sighed. “Him and food.”

“Can’t say that I blame him, it’s good stuff,” quipped Lenny with a grin.

“I agree!” quipped Greg.

Gaspar laughed. “I do too. Come on!” He led the others into the main hall. There were hundreds of tables and chairs set up, but there was still plenty of room for people to dance, which many couples were doing at that moment. They had to search for a bit, but they finally found a table for their whole group.

Bert sat back in his chair. “Ah, made it!”

“But now what do we do? Wait?” asked Greg.

“Well, we can dance.” Gaspar stood up, turned to Betty, and bowed. “May I?”

Betty bounced up from her chair with a giggle and a curtsy. “Yes, you may.” Gaspar took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. Bert jumped up and went off in search of Sarah Torres, leaving Greg, Freddie, Lenny, and Charlie at the table.

Freddie turned to the others. “Now I’m bored.”

“And I’m hungry,” quipped Greg. The others laughed.

"Don't worry, midnight is almost here," remarked Lenny.

"Really?" Greg asked.

"Yup," said Charlie as he pointed at his watch.

Greg glanced at it. "Whoa, I can't believe it! It's gone by so fast!"

“Well, considering how late you were …”

Lenny whacked Charlie’s shoulder. “They weren’t that late. But six hours did go by pretty quickly.”

Freddie sighed. "Yeah, that's what happens when you're having fun." He glanced at the Gaspar and Betty dancing. He said something and she laughed. "I don't want autumn to end," Freddie muttered.

Greg blinked. "You live on Havorest, it's autumn all the time!"

Lenny glanced between Freddie and the young couple. "He means your autumn.”

Greg pouted as he sat back in his chair. “Oh yeah, me too.” But then he brightened. “But there’s always next year!” Freddie merely grunted. Greg glanced between them before speaking again. “So, it’s still a nice night, are you guys going to sleep outside?”

Lenny shook his head and sat back with a sigh. “Nah, Michaelmas is one of those days when you want a bed to sleep in.”

“Where will you sleep then?”

Lenny shrugged. “Probably with the Fields family. We’ll wait and see what Gaspar decides, but we’ve slept at their house for the past couple of years, so I don’t see why we wouldn’t do it again this year.” Lenny glanced at Charlie. “As long as he keeps his stomach in check.”

Charlie put up his hands. “I will, I swear!” He licked his lips. “But man, Mrs. Fields knows how to cook!”

Freddie scoffed. “Everyone knows how to cook, except you.”

“Why you!” Charlie got up and tackled Freddie to the ground. The two began rolling about, but quickly stopped the instant Mr. Bones’s booming voice echoed through the dance hall.

“May I have your attention please.” Everyone in the hall stopped. “It is now officially midnight, it’s time for the Michaelmas Midnight Meal!”

The boys whooped and bounced up off the floor. Lenny and Greg followed them to the now forming line. Betty and Gaspar soon joined them, followed by Bert and Sara Torres.

Greg waved. “Hi Sara!”

Sara smiled and waved back. “Hi Greg! Hi Freddie, Lenny, Charlie! How are you guys doing?”

“Better once I have a plate of food in my hands,” quipped Charlie.

“Me too!” said Greg. The others laughed.

“So, um, Sara, how did you like the faire?” Bert asked.

Sara smiled. “I liked it a lot! It took a little while to get used to the currency, but I think I got the hang of it!” She glanced down the line. “Speaking of, what about this Midnight Meal? How many leaves is it?”

“Zero,” chorused the boys.

Sara blinked. “Really?”

“Oh yeah,” said Lenny with a bob of his head, “it’s free so everyone can eat!”

Sara smiled. "That's great!" She let out a huff. "Now I can stop worrying about forgetting to switch from dollars to leaves!"

Bert chuckled. "Yeah, it's confusing at first, but once you have the system down, you're good to go."

Sara turned to Bert. “Oh? Could you explain it a little more?”

He blinked. “Oh, uh …”

Freddie chuckled. “He’s still learning himself, but we’ll help him explain.” The group then launched into explaining the system for acorns, the coins of Havorest, and leaves, the bills. As they were finishing explaining the system to Sara, they had reached the buffet tables. They piled their plates with food, a bit of everything, and returned to their table.

The dance hall became filled with the sounds of plates and utensils clattering as people chatted away during the meal. Almost as soon as they finished, Greg let out a big yawn.

“Looks like someone needs to go to bed,” remarked Sara.

“But I don’t want to,” Greg mumbled as he rubbed his eyes and let out another yawn. “Having … so much … fun.” His head drooped a little.

Bert sighed. “Yeah, we’d better go.”

Freddie scoffed. “Lucky, you don’t have to clean up.”

“But I want to,” began Greg.

“Greg,” said Betty softly, “you’ll be back in the morning, remember? The Michaelmas faire lasts until October second.”

Greg’s eyes were closed, but he smiled. “Oh yeah, that’s right. Alright, I’ll go to bed.” He peeled his eyelids open and glanced around his chair. “Where’s Jeremiah?”

Bert pulled his backpack from under the table, the frog sound asleep inside. “Here he is. Looks like he beat you to sleep.”

Greg yawned. “Yeah, we better get him to bed.”

Bert pulled the backpacked over his arms and grabbed Greg’s hand. “And you.”

“Need a linkboy?” Lenny asked.

Bert shook his head. “Nah, the moon was pretty bright when we came in, I’m sure I can find the path to the tree just fine. I’ll be back if I don’t.”

“Alright, you two be careful!” Betty called after them as they walked away.

Bert waved. “Will do!”

As he had figured, the moon was bright enough for Bert to find the way to the portal. He managed to get Greg through the portal and back into their house without so much as a sound. He helped him into his pajamas, got him tucked in, and placed Jeremiah in his aquarium.

“Good night Greg,” whispered Bert. Greg mumbled a reply before Bert closed the door. He got into his own room, changed, and crawled into bed, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

#inklingschallenge #Team Lewis #genre: portal fantasy #genre: space travel #theme: shelter #story: finished #actually I think the theme is feed the hungry #should have thought of that considering it's a harvest festival lol

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heymeowmao · 1 year

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2022.12.18 - https://weibo.com/l/wblive/p/show/1022:2321324848134822953015

Just stream for a little bit~ My throat feels uncomfortable~~

LYN: Good evening, everyone. Welcome to Modern Brothers’ Liu Yuning’s Livestream. LYN: I’m going to stream for a small while. It’s been a while since I last streamed. I just really haven’t had the time. Hurry and go spread the news. Usually when I stream I will make an announcement beforehand, but I didn’t do that today. Go call people over. I’ll only stream for a small while and then... I’ll go to sleep.

C: This is too late, isn’t it? I’m already sleepy! LYN: Friends, it’s 9p. You’re sleepy? Are you planning on getting up early tomorrow? Going to the market to buy some fresh vegetables?? This is too early to be sleepy isn’t it?? If you sleep at 9p, are you waking up at 4a?

C: I’m waiting to watch the game. LYN: What time is the game? What time is it at? I’ll do my best to make sure I don’t stream at the same time as the World Cup games. I don’t want it to seem like I’m trying to steal their views or anything. I don’t think I would beat them out, anyway. // Is it at 11? Then, I will leave when the game starts.

LYN: My voice is a little hoarse, my throat is uncomfortable. But... don’t you think it sounds better? Is it like you’re listening to a cow talk, right now? Moo~ C: It’s like how you sounded before. LYN: My voice is hoarse, but it’ll be fine in a few days. I’ve had a lot of pressure from work lately, there are some things on my mind as well. So I’ve got a bit of shanghuo. I’m fine. It’ll clear up in a few days.

LYN: A lot of you are worried about my foot- it’s fine. It’s just... fractured. If you say it’s a big thing, it’s not really. Just that the bone’s fractured. We’re not going to play the pity game, though. I’m young, right? Especially when shooting fight scenes, injuries are normal. I would always get hurt shooting fight scenes, but it’s just that this injury is just a little heavier than the previous ones. I’ve got to take care of it, and it’ll take about three months for it to heal. Three months and I’ll be able to walk normally. So for now... I’ve just got to take care of it. LYN: The cast can come off in a month, and then I can try walking around with a crutch. It’ll take three months for me to completely heal. So... we’ll see.

LYN: I saw that some people knew I had hurt my foot and their first reaction WASN’T to feel sorry for me. I was sad. You know what their first reaction was? It was to ask, “Then, can you still attend the New Year’s events?!” // Truly a career-fan. They just want to know if my injury will affect my future career prospects. C: Will you go with crutches? LYN: No. I’ll be in a wheelchair. If I were hobbling around the airport with a crutch I think I’d tire myself to death. I don’t really feel influenced by my foot, other than the fact that I can’t do anything by myself. I’ve got two hands for support and one leg to hop on. All I do everyday is hop around on one leg. It’s tiring, so don’t let me walk so much.

C: An electric wheelchair? LYN: Yes. I went online and bought an electric wheelchair. XD I went to get a check-up and the doctor told me it would take three months for me to walk normally. You know me- I’m the type who “欲善其事，必先利其器” (needs good tools to do a good job). No matter what I do, know that my equipment will be top-notch. The guitar, for example, I can’t play it very well so I compensate by buying a very good quality guitar. My singing is average so I bought a very good mic. Like that. No matter what I do, the equipment will always be the best. even if it were my leg, I’d still buy a good quality wheelchair. I don’t want to look haggard hobbling through the airport so I bought an electric wheelchair... because it’s fun but also convenient. When my foot’s better I’ll raffle it off in my stream- the electric and the manual one. Two crutches, as well. I’ll separate them though- one crutch each winner. You can keep it as a souvenir. I heard it’s not good to keep these items when you’re one using them so, I should just give them away and be done with it. C: Ning-ge, you said it was superstitious to keep them at home, but you’re raffling them off to us to keep in OUR homes. Don’t you think that doesn’t bode well for us? LYN: .... Now that you say that, it does seem a bit untoward. That makes it seem like I’m a really evil idol. Others give you fortune, and here I am giving you misfortune. LYN: Alright, I’m joking, I can’t give those things away. When I’m done with them they’ll go straight in the trash. You can listen to my stream, but listen for entertainment only. Geez.

C: I came late. LYN: No, you’re not late. I only started at 9:10p~ You’ve only missed the first ten minutes or so. When I stop streaming you can make up those first ten minutes. It’s amazing. In the first few minutes I showed off a really cool performance- you missed it.

C: Give them (medical equipment) to the hospital. LYN: Yes, I know. I’ll leave them to the hospital when I’m done and it’ll go to someone who needs it.

- will wrap with YNGS around early January, but there’s no fixed date bc they are taking some time to shoot additional/filler scenes - apologizes for not sounding nice bc his voice is hoarse :’(

C: You can still shoot with a broken bone?! LYN: Mm... what do you expect? Let’s think about this for a moment. They said the bone was broken and it’d take three months to heal. You want the drama to stop shooting for three months?? You want them to have to wait three months for me to get better and THEN continue with filming? The world doesn’t revolve around you, and nothing in this world is alive for you. LYN: The bone was broken so I went to the hospital to get a check-up and an x-ray. At first I thought there was no problem, because when doing fight scenes you’re going to get injured and maybe twist your ankle a little. It’s happened a lot and this time was the same, I thought. But it really did start to hurt quite a lot, and I did hear a cracking sound. At the time people asked me if I was okay, and I said I was, just that I needed to rest a little. The crew is very good, and told me they’d send me to the hospital just to get it looked at. I didn’t want to go. I said, “I’m fine. I’m a man, and men need to fight!” and I started singing for them- no, I didn’t. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of a small injury, and then have rumors spread that I was making a fuss and being unprofessional. I could stand the pain, if it were just a twisted ankle. But after a while it really hurt too much, so they insisted they take me to the hospital and this time I agreed to go. LYN: I thought, if I had just twisted it, they could apply some ointment and I could go. Then they did an x-ray, and I thought nothing of it, but then the doctor said, “Aiya. You’ve fractured your bones.” Very nonchalantly. I asked if it was serious, and they said, “It’s alright. Fractured in two places.” This doctor has definitely seen a lot, they were so casual about it. The only thing I could do was get a cast and take care of it. I said, “Doctor, I have a unique profession. Is there any method that could allow me to walk, even though it’s fractured?” and they said, “No way. It has to be in a cast. You shouldn’t move it.” I asked if I could lightly apply pressure, in order to stand on it? But that was also vetoed, because the leg needed to be elevated. Have you seen in the movies, when someone breaks their leg and then it’s in a cast and held up in a sling? So then I said, “I’m a celebrity. Can you not tell? (XD) I need to work. The crew can’t wait.” And the doctor said, “Even celebrities need time to heal.” I could set it down, but I should definitely not walk on it. LYN: In any case, the crew is looking after me. For shoots, if I can stand then I just stand and if I can sit then I sit.

C: You told the doctor you were a celebrity and the doctor was shocked. LYN: ?_? What do you mean? They were quite surprised. “You- you don’t look like one.” X’D

C: Ning-ge, if your foot is injured then what about fight scenes? LYN: What do you have to worry about?? This is the crew’s problem to worry about. Are you a producer? What does it have to do with you? Don’t ask questions.

C: Ning-ge, how do you use the restroom? LYN: ... I just said, didn’t I? There’s this thing in the world called a crutch. A crutch! What do you mean how do I use the restroom?? It’s not like I hurt my butt, how could I not?! I’ll just sit- it’s the toilet. I’ll use it as necessary. OMG...

C: Ning-ge, how do you shower? LYN: Why are you like this? You really have to ask me the strangest questions... Are you really so afraid that I can’t survive on my own? C: Wash with the crutch // Someone washes you. LYN: We’re not to that point, alright? How will I wash? I can- oh my goodness- are there any other artists out there who will discuss how they’re going to shower with their fans? Is there? No, right? Well, as you all know, I learned martial arts when I was younger. I’m going to wash with an Ip Man squat. You know- a one-legged squat. // Not really. They’ve put a stool in the shower area. A long stool/bench. I’ll just sit on that and wash myself. Have you ever been to a bathhouse? If you haven’t then you can go a few streams back and listen to me talk about the bathhouse. I’ll just sit on a stool to wash... my goodness.

C: Ning-ge, what about putting on your pants? LYN: The thing is, I haven’t hurt my hands. My foot’s hurt. For pants I just put them on... with my hands. Have you never put on a pair of pants before?? I just can’t move my foot- that doesn’t mean I can’t move my leg, friends. My leg is still alive. I broke some bones in my foot, not my leg. What are you doing, trying to curse me??

C: Ning-ge, how do you clip your toenails? LYN: LOL. With toenail clippers. Are you suggesting I go get a pedicure? I broke my foot, so I should find a place to give me a pedicure?? They can trim my nails and stick some glitter on them?

C: Ning-ge, this means you can’t wash your foot for three months. LYN: The bones are broken, not the skin. I can wash my foot. Have you never experienced this?? It’s an internal break- the bones are broken, not my whole foot. Do you think my foot is like a piece of bread, and was ripped apart? Only the bone is broken, there are no external wounds. I can still wash it, I just can’t scrub it too hard. I can’t take a pumice stone to it but normal soap is fine. What the heck... You don’t have any life experience... C: I thought there was a cast? LYN: This kind you can take off. There are clips and you can take it off. Science is already very developed, friends. It’s not the plaster cast that can’t be removed. Nowadays they are removable. It’s like a... snowboard boot. When you put it on it fixes your ankle and leg, like that.

C: Show us your foot. LYN: What type of preferences??? You come to my stream, and want to see my foot?? You’re a little perverse.

C: Careful of the COVID. LYN: Thank you, I know. I won’t talk about the pandemic in my stream. Don’t you talk about it here, either. I don’t dare to say anything.

C: Eat like things to supplement like things. LYN: You mean you want me to eat some pig trotters? Trotters are just full of gelatin and protein, how is that going to help me? I’d rather drink it, so before I sleep I have a cup of protein powder so my bones can heal faster. They also prescribed me some medicine.

- will still attend the new year’s events; bought two wheelchairs: an electric one, and a better one to move around Hengdian in, bc the current one is hard to push/maneuver around the uneven ground. C: Then if you sing, will you be sitting? LYN: I might stand, it depends on the stage setting. It’s not like I can’t stand- I can. I just put all the weight onto one leg. All the weight on the left leg, and just lightly resting my right foot on the ground.

C: Is voice-acting for Luo Mingxi done yet? LYN: No. I think there are still a few more scenes, but I’m almost done. BUT! ALZ not airing doesn’t have anything to do with me not having finished with my lines, though! It’s not just waiting for me to finish before it can air. That has nothing to do with me, okay?? Don’t blame it on me. I know a lot of people are eager to watch ALZ; I just don’t want people to think the reason it took so long to air was because LYN didn’t finish recording his lines. That’s not it. C: How many episodes left to do? LYN: Four or five episodes left. But my voice isn’t in the greatest condition these days. When it gets better, then I’ll go to finish. I actually didn’t really want to stream today because it’s uncomfortable and I should really be taking care of it. I have a lot of recording to do later, including voice acting. TXJ is about to start voice acting, and I have a few OSTs and my own song to release. I didn’t want to stream, but it’s really been a while since I last did. If I didn’t come then you’d forget about me. LYN: I’ll release a song in a few days.. “New Year Song 2.0″ // I mean ANNOUNCE a new song. I haven’t recorded it yet. I have a song called “New Year Song” right? I’m going to release another- something you can listen to around the New Year, but the title isn’t set yet.

C: Are you still showing your abs at the end of the year? LYN: Uhm... /shakes his head, no/ I can’t because uh... I’ve broken my foot. I can’t work out anymore. Or, it would be rather difficult to.

C: How will you shave your leg hairs? LYN: /deep sigh/ Are you a pervert? Why would you ask such a question... I don’t shave my leg hairs. It makes me more manly. You can shave yours, but there’s no need to recommend me any shaving products.

C: When can we see you in concert? LYN: If things keep going as they are I figure we might be able to hold one next year. If we hold one next year it’ll probably be in the third quarter- that is, July-August-September. That’s what I was thinking, at least.

C: I’m afraid I won’t get tickets. LYN: There’s no need for that. You don’t need to make it seem like my tickets are a hot commodity. During my first concerts, I remember there were some venues that we were unable to sell seats for. I can’t sell out my own tickets, so you don’t need to make it seem like I’m very amazing and they will sell out this time. So when it comes time for my concert and you want to come watch, just buy a ticket and it’ll be fine. LYN: I don’t do many business deals because I have my own concerts and I want to put more effort into them. I don’t like online concerts, because I prefer doing them live (in-person)- because I’m a singer.

C: Where will you hold them? LYN: Usually it’s Shanghai, Beijing, Guangzhou, Dalian or Shenyang, Chengdu, and Wuhan. I know I owe Wuhan a concert- I still remember. The next concert for Wuhan will be for the one three years ago. Many of you are my new fans and don’t know, and others are just watching in passing, but three years ago I was holding a concert tour with 6 stops. But the first day in Beijing, I guess there was pretty good reception and people were upset that they missed it, so we added a second Beijing concert for the next day and it turned into 7 stops. The very last stop was Wuhan and we were planning to hold it on Valentine’s Day, 2/14. The tickets were all sold and then at the end of the year... the pandemic came. Three years ago. LYN: Since the tickets were already sold, I told you all to return them but a lot of you didn’t. You’re holding on to it, and have had it for three years. If I want to pay them back I should put Wuhan as the first stop, but it might not turn out like this. We’ll see. The tickets are still of use- I’ll find a way to make it useful. They were already sold and the money’s long gone. If you still have those tickets don’t worry, I’ll find a way to make it up to you.

C: Ning-ge, are there international stops? LYN: Uh... this... I think that as an artist, one must be self-aware. Don’t do anything to make things difficult for yourself. I believe that my fans are not international yet. Even though I know I have a lot of fans who were born overseas or are currently living overseas, I don’t think I have the capacity to hold concerts there. I’m sure I CAN hold them, but it would probably be my Chinese-national fans buying up those tickets to watch me, overseas. You know? If I had to rely on my international fans only, I don’t think I have enough. I don’t have any. I don’t have any international influence and I’m not planning on going global with my music. I haven’t even got a foothold IN China, yet. Still, I hope that if overseas fans want to see my concert, they would apply for a passport and come to China to watch me.

LYN: I’m not sure if I CAN hold one.. we’ll see. C: Will you have on in Qingdao. LYN: I’m not sure. Honestly- I don’t even know if I CAN hold a tour next year or not. LYN: My path has started veering towards that of an actor’s. Of course, I will never lose my identity as a singer, because that’s my original profession. But I’m currently wrapping up one drama and when that’s done I’ll be moving straight into another. I’m trying to use this time to train myself and make sure my identity as an actor is more fulfilling. Also, I really enjoy acting. At my age it’s hard to find something new that I enjoy doing and in an industry that is as welcoming as it has been.

C: Ning-ge, you’re trending. LYN: I don’t believe it. Am I worthy enough to be trending? Even the doctor I went to see didn’t know I was an artist, am I even qualified to be trending? X’D I don’t believe it. C: Entertainment #34 / #32. LYN: Oh, alright.

C: Is there a second season to The Truth? LYN: I dare not say nor ask around about it. Personally, I hope there will be. Of course, I hope that this second season would invite me to be a member. Here’s the logic: 1. there has to be a second season, and 2. they need to invite me. Otherwise, you could ask me to ask around, because you are only interested in if there’s a second season and you don’t care whether I’m a part of it or not- in that case, I CAN ask around. “Ning-ge, I’m someone else’s fan. I only want to know if there will be a second season, and if my favorite artist will be on it or not. It’s not important whether you’re in it or not.” LYN: I hope there’s a second season. I had a lot of fun shooting for that show; or it’s because I’d never filmed for this type of variety show before. Most of the ones I had done previously were music varieties- and I knew I was going there to sing. But with The Truth I really only went there to play, eat, mess around, and shout.

C: Ge, how come you sound different? LYN: I’m going through puberty. My voice is going through some changes, I don’t know if you understand? When boys hit puberty, their voices will change. I’m at that stage, so my voice is turning a little deeper/rougher.

C: Ning-ge, I’m a graduate student now. Next time I see you I’ll bring my certificate and admission papers. LYN: Alright, also bring a 24-hour COVID test certification. I anticipate seeing it. Of course, congratulations on becoming a grad student. You’re amazing.

C: When’s the Carnation Music Festival? LYN: I was planning on around the 22nd. But um... the musician is sick (COVID). Let’s wait for him to recover first. I don’t want him over right now, either. I’m very scared. I’ll get this done before December ends, alright? LYN: The Carnation Music Festival is.. two years ago I was speaking some nonsense and singing in my stream and I called it the “Carnation Music Festival”. We’ve had two so far, and we’re looking to hold a 3.0 this year. There are all these “OO” Music Festivals- well Modern Brothers Liu Yuning’s creation is called “Carnation Music Festival”. C: Where is it held? LYN: Right here in this room. Where do you want it to be?? Just be god and stay at home. Basically it’s just a stream but including instruments and I bring up the mood and sing. Nothing special.

C: What are you eating? LYN: You don’t recognize this thing?? (orange) Or are you trying to play at some sort of joke? “What are you eating? Is it tasty?” “What is that? What are those things on it? Is it edible? Give me a bite.” LYN: It should be something called an “orange”. It’s very good.

C: Ning-ge, who do you invite to the music festival? LYN: Myself. /exasperated/ Don’t ask, I can’t explain it. If you know, then you know. If you don’t know, then it’s also complicated for me to explain. You can just watch it when it happens and be done with it. Who could I invite to the Carnation Music Festival? Should I invite all my close friends? LYN: I don’t invite anyone. Rather, I invite all of you. You are my viewers and my guests. As long as you come, you’ll be sitting in the first row VIP section. Very precious. You can watch me in “concert” from this stream.

LYN: It’s 10p, huh. I’ll only stream until about 11p. I don’t want to fight for viewership with the World Cup. Watch the game if you want. I will stream until about 11p and then shower and read my lines for tomorrow. Just one more hour.

C: Have you listened to HZT’s new song? LYN: No. Has he released a new song? Let’s listen to it. Let me see what type of music he’s into nowadays. What’s it called? “我忘记多长一段时间没有看到彩虹” (I Forgot How Long It’s Been Since I’ve Seen A Rainbow)- Is that it? LYN: It’s nice. Not bad.

C: When exactly will ALZ air? LYN: You really can’t take the wait anymore, huh? It’s not that I don’t want to tell you, I just REALLY don’t know. I’m just an actor. D: And the second male-lead, at that. I have no say in these things- only the production company knows. I’m just an actor, and I don’t know. If I knew, I’d tell you. Just wait. LYN: But! I can say it should be soon. The OST is already recorded.

C: What about Zi Chuan? LYN: /coughing/ LYN: I choked on my saliva. T-T

C: Ning-ge, when you eat oranges, will your hands turn yellow? LYN: I only eat at most two a day. I’m sure that even if it were dyed by the peel it wouldn’t turn colors, because I wash my hands. Secondly, if your hands turned yellow because you’re sitting at home and peeling a whole basket of oranges, then of course your hands are going to be yellow. If you just eat a little you wouldn’t get dyed...

C: Have you eaten strawberries yet? LYN: Yes- as an unofficial spokesperson for Dandong Strawberries, I have gotten some and sent them around to my colleagues in the crew and to my friends. I’ve given some to all my friends in Hengdian. I hope they can support my hometown specialty. C: Ning-ge, aren’t we also your friends? LYN: /extrapolating/ “You always say that your fans are your friends and just now you said you sent strawberries to your friends in Hengdian. Didn’t you say we were friends? We also want to eat them. Aren’t we friends?” LYN: The thing is.. I do have a lot of friends in Hengdian, but not everyone got strawberries. Are you satisfied now? LYN: Go out and buy them yourselves, alright? // You’re over here trying to morally kidnap me. I’ve been kidnapped.

C: How about you raffle off two boxes? LYN: I don’t GROW the strawberries!! If I had a greenhouse in Dandong and actually grew the strawberries and wanted to give some away to my fans, then that’d be okay. Before I can give you any, I’d first need to find someone to buy it for ME, and THEN send it to you. Why would I put myself through the trouble? LYN: Why don’t you ask me if I could raffle off two villas? Since I have to buy it first anyway- strawberries or villas- why don’t I just give away a villa??

- /doesn’t have the mental capacity/experience to handle any side businesses like a strawberry farm, restaurant, clothing shop, etc. because his current workload is already plenty enough./ LYN: I don’t like having other people take care of something I started, so I’d just rather not start. I’m going to stick with doing my current work well- I’ll focus on singing well and acting well. I don’t need to do anything superfluous.

C: Ning-ge, my mom is telling me to go to sleep. I’m going. LYN: Go to sleep! Friends, if you’re tired then go to sleep. If you’re not then you can keep me a little company. I’ll stop streaming at 11p because of the ball game.

C: Ning-ge, have you gotten any ad work for Daimi? LYN: There has not been any brands looking to collaborate at this moment. It’s probably because her manager has limited capabilities. I can’t find any work for her. It could also be that Daimi’s fan-count data is lackluster. There’s no brand out there that has looked well upon her popularity. LYN: I’m kidding- what could I make her do? A few days ago she was wearing a Disney sweater, right? I was testing to see if I could rely on my connections and make her the official representative for some Disney pet clothes line.

C: Make a weibo for Daimi. LYN: That’s not necessary. I don’t even post on my own weibo, how could I- as her manager- create a weibo for her and post?

C: Ning-ge, I’m about to take my postgrad entrance exam. Wish me luck? LYN: Good luck. There was another friend earlier who got their certificate and admission letter already. I wish you success as well.

C: Anything funny that happened in the drama crew? LYN: The crew is quite interesting. Every day of filming has been a happy one. Everyone gets along.

- /re-explaining for the latecomers that his foot is broken and will take three months to heal, so if you see him at the airport in a wheelchair it’s not because he’s trying for pity points and don’t laugh at him./ LYN: I think needing to sit in a wheelchair, to me, is humiliating. Because I’m 1.9m (1.89 natural, 1.9+ with shoes)- and you want me to squeeze into a little chair and get pushed around? It’s very humiliating. I think it’s uncomfortable to be sitting in the wheelchair, in any case. My heart hurts. LYN: The first time I sat in a wheelchair, many years ago- well, three years ago- it was because I had surgery on my vocal cords. I went to a Beijing hospital to have surgery on a polyp. They needed to numb me and on the day-of I was scared to death. I was afraid to go to the hospital. I don’t remember if it was the nurse or doctor but when the time for surgery came they rolled a wheelchair into the room and told me to change into the patient gown. I changed and was ready to go and they told me I needed to sit in the wheelchair. I didn’t understand- because I’m not often in the hospital for surgeries- they were operating on my vocal cords, but it’s not like my legs were broken?? I COULD walk. I didn’t want to sit in the wheelchair- I’m healthy enough to walk- but they wouldn’t let me. Then I knew that if you were having surgery then you have to be wheeled in. I don’t know if that’s a hospital rule or not but, I ended up in it anyway. That was my first time in a wheelchair. C: They were afraid you would run away. LYN: Why would I run, I already paid for the surgery. It was expensive, and we needed to get in a specialist. Because I’m a singer, so if anything went wrong I wouldn’t be able to sing anymore. It was an expensive surgery, so why would I run? LYN: I just want to say- we all should maintain our health, please don’t get sick or take your body for granted. Your body is very important. Something I’m feeling very keenly right now is that once you’re sick, you’re no longer a person. You lose all dignity. Once you’re sick and end up at the hospital, you’ll feel like you’ve lost your dignity. So don’t get sick. You must be healthy and exercise. Once you’re at the hospital you won’t feel human anymore- at least that’s how I feel. I’m just a piece of meat. Why do I say that? Because when I went- I remember clearly- they go through the standard tests first, like blood, heart, and urine. They want to check if the surgery will be dangerous for you, or if you have any allergies to the medication or something like that, I’m not clear. But the nurse at the front desk of the hospital I went to... was my fan. She was like, “Ning-ge, you’re here? What for?” and I told her “Surgery on my vocal cords.” and She said, “That’s great!” I told her I was sick and she said, “that’s great”... what the heck is that?? And anyway it was just very... embarrassing because I had just run all these tests and I needed to give the samples back to... my fan. I had no dignity. So ever since then hospitals have made me uncomfortable. C: I would have died. LYN: It would have been fine if she didn’t know who I was...

C: Ning-ge, change into a green hat. You look like an eggplant. LYN: Can we not use vegetables to describe me, even though I know I started out as a cook. Last time you said I looked like a napa cabbage- that shirt costs me so much money and now I don’t dare to wear it again. It was thousands and I was planning to wear it on stage or on a show but I don’t know what got into me; I wore it for the stream and you called me a cabbage. Now I feel like vomiting when I see that shirt. X’D I want to eat hot pot when I see that shirt. So I don’t want to wear it anymore. Now you’ve told me that I look like an eggplant in this- so this cardigan, too, is now wasted. LYN: I was originally planning on wearing this purple cardigan, and I bought this red cap- so I could be “big red and big purple” (means: to become very famous). Such a beautiful meaning, isn’t it? But this cap didn’t really look good when it was on, so I just changed into this. C: Ning-ge, you look like purple yam come to life. // Ning-ge, you look like a mangosteen. LYN: ??? LYN: I DO kind of look like a mangosteen. Black on top, Purple on bottom, and a little white in the middle. Yeah, I do.

C: Ning-ge, I’m taking the gaokao next year, can you wish me luck? LYN: You’re taking it next year, so come back next year. What’s your hurry? Why don’t I just bless you with twins for when you get married later while I’m at it?? C: Ning-ge, I’ll take the gaokao in two years. LYN: You’re so young?? If you’re taking it in two years, then that means you’re in the first year of high school? I have high schoolers among my fans??? I don’t believe it. Because a few days ago I saw someone post in the forum, “Friends, I’ve become a grandmother!” So I thought my fans were all around that age (to be grandmothers). C: /saying what grade they’re in/ // I’m in sixth grade, Lao-da! LYN: /deep sigh/ C: I’m in elementary. LYN: Staph. C: I’m in kindergarten. LYN: Yes, maybe your IQ is that of a kindergartener... C: Ning-ge, you’re going through puberty, so can I be in middle school? LYN: Alright, fine. My voice is a little different today, right? That’s because I’ve started puberty. It started changing yesterday. From today on I will slowly become a man. From a boy to a man. I’ve started growing facial hair too, look.

C: Ning-ge, you’re so pale. Use some blush. LYN: The beauty filter’s on. The brightening feature is on 100. LYN: Actually, my face is pretty red today. Because when filming you can’t wear clothes that are too thick. For guzhuang dramas the layers are generally pretty thin. C: Ning-ge, you can’t wear thermal underpants undergarments or leggings or things like that? LYN: You can, and I did but they still can’t be too thick. The thing is, people nowadays are so strict with actors in terms of their appearance. They don’t care about if the actor is ACTING well or not, the first thing they care about is how we look. I was worried about that, so I didn’t want to make myself out to be too bundled up. When the clothes are too thick it makes the person seem fat- like... stocky. It doesn’t look very nice so I tend to wear the thinner layers and just stick a few hot packs on. But yeah, it is pretty cold in general- it’s not like I can stick hot packs to my face. So that’s why my face is red- it’s been cold all day and now I’m home where it’s warm so now I’m flushed. C: Ning-ge, put more foundation on. It will keep your face warm. LYN: /laughs/ ... What we want with our Givenchy foundation is to give a sense of lightness. There’s no way we can apply it that thickly. How fake would that look?? Do you want me to use a whole bottle for one round of makeup? Are we making a cake, using foundation as the cream??? It’s not necessary and I don’t think it would keep your face warm, so let’s not. - /thinks about what type of makeup would require a whole bottle of foundation for a bit/

C: Ning-ge, I’m so hungry. Can you order me some takeout? LYN: Am I a help hotline? If you have any problems you’ll come and find Xiao Ning to help you? That is.. you’re hungry and you don’t feel like ordering takeout, so you want me to order it for you?

- /Daimi’s been hanging around a while, so he lets her on his lap, finds suitable bgm for her/

LYN: I posted a bunch of old photos today- C: She’s not wearing clothes. LYN: Right, she’s not. We’re showing her natural state, today. The house is hot, so I don’t want her to be bothered by wearing the clothes. LYN: She’s changed. Because.. she’s a little famous now, right? She was a little ugly before so I got her beautified and now she’s spoiled. She doesn’t come when I call her anymore. Look at her collar- I spent big money to buy her designer items, too. In the hopes that any brand out there is looking to collab and likes her fashion. Artists also have to rely on these things to maintain/sell their image.

C: When will you put her in pretty dresses? LYN: I know she’s a little girl, but she really suits men’s clothes better! When I put her in dresses she... she looks like cleaning lady (??). But if I put her in uniforms and sweaters she looks lively and cute. LYN: She’s not a pretty dog, but a cute dog.

- /lets her go and she almost drags him (by the headphones) down with her./

C: Ning-ge, can you talk about [?? kiss scenes, probably??] LYN: Are you crazy? You want me to talk about this in my stream, you must be! What are you thinking? Work is work. Control your gossiping tendencies.

C: Ning-ge, I broke my bone. LYN: Rest up! How miserable... LYN: You didn’t do it on purpose, to find a common topic with me, right? I don’t need that. I just want my fans to be happy and healthy.

- kiss scene, confirmed. XD LYN: How could I talk about it? You must be crazy. I think that question is a little disrespectful. // Don’t ask those questions, it’s not very good. Because this type of thing is not just one person’s business, you know? Don’t ask about sensitive topics.

LYN: Though is the only drama of mine that’s aired this year BCF (SYXSSYX)? Is he the only one? He is, right. Last year I had two- The Long Ballad and Ultimate Note, but this year there’s only the one. Oh... only one... - /thinking about how many scenes he’s had for each drama so far (but he’s been supporting in most of them, and how YNGS has a lot more (bc he is main)/

C: It takes four months to shoot 190 scenes? LYN: Yeah. That’s normal isn’t it? The thing is, no matter how many scenes you have, you’ve signed the contract to be part of the crew for four months. It’s not like they will shoot your 190 scenes first and then you can leave. It’s very hard to accomplish. So you’re going to hang around set for four months in order to shoot your scenes.

C: Ning-ge, I really liked you as Hei Xiazi. LYN: Thank you. (Amazing) that your favorite role of mine was also the one that you mostly couldn’t tell it WAS me. You have good taste. I think all actors should be like this: no matter what drama you’ve acted in, it doesn’t matter if viewers recognize you or not, just that they like your role. I consider this a success.

C: I like Bai Choufei. LYN: The role of BCF... was quite nice. I’m sure that I will rarely have the opportunity to meet another role like him. I’m happy to have gotten the chance to play such a character. I think it’ll be hard to find one like him again.

C: I like Zeng Shunxi. LYN: Get out. I’m talking about my roles, here. Why are you bringing up ZSX?? If you like him, what are you telling me for? Do you want me to confess to him on your behalf? I’ll send him a message saying, “There’s a fan in my stream who says she likes you. She wants me to confess to you for her.”

LYN: I’m happy though, because for now, all the roles I’ve played have similarities but are all different in both character and genre of drama. They haven’t been the same type of character, personality, or even human. Including the later dramas (filmed, not aired). I hope that I can continue to encounter different types in my future dramas. Because that way I can continue to learn and challenge different types of people- I’m not stuck playing the same type, which for a newbie like me, means I don’t learn much. There’s opportunity to learn a lot more by trying a bunch of different types of roles and you’ll improve (range of acting skills) much quicker. LYN: But I need to announce something- Tian Xing Jian is like this: when you watch it you have to think of it as a specialized drama, and not an idol drama. You can’t use it as a way to measure my acting, either. Ok? That person is one that was made to fit the specific role- it was created for a specific purpose. But even if I am so ugly it makes you want to cry in it, I hope you don’t stop being my fan. Alright? Because after TXJ there will be dramas that are still more that are idol drama in style to come. LYN: It’s not only about the foundation in shade no.13, I was flipping through my album looking for pictures to post today and found some from when I was shooting TXJ. Sometimes I like to take selfies- including ugly ones- of myself for fun. I was flipping through my albums back until I was acting as Zuo Bufan and I was dumbfounded. I even showed it to my staff and I asked, “At that time... I looked like this??” I was so ugly, and so fat??? I almost had a breakdown. Even though I’m in my thirties, in the pictures I looked like I was in my forties! I asked them, “Did I really look like this back then?” and when they confirmed, I thought to myself that it made sense when psychologists say that if you have a terrible memory you block it out of your mind. That period of time I was so terrifyingly ugly that my brain’s defense mechanism kicked in and erased the memory of it from my mind. - /says he could only blame himself, bc at that time he thought there was no saving himself (from being ugly) so he ate whatever he wanted and told the makeup artist that enough was about enough and as long as you could sort of tell it was him, he was ok with it. he was going to rely on his acting, and not his visuals. XD/

C: TXJ might be really popular! LYN: It might. Why I say that is because I think that any of the dramas I’ve acted in have the capacity to be really popular- Because I hope they will be. I hope that any actor I’ve worked with will do better and better, and I hope that this product that we all worked hard on together is well-received. I hope it can be seen, and that’s what makes me happy as an actor. LYN: This is why I always promote it so much when a drama starts airing. Because that’s four months of time and hard work, there. I don’t do acting in order to make money- if I wanted to do that I could make a lot more by selling you things. If I were to start selling you products during my streams, I could make so much more money than I can for acting. It’s not about the money- but it is, a little bit. I just hope that people can see my work. I want people to acknowledge me as an actor and have works under my name.

C: Chat abut YNGS. LYN: ... ... ... Let’s not. LYN: I’ll tell you about it when it airs.

C: What happened to your thumb on the right hand? LYN: ?? Nothing? Or can you see this mole? Or what is it? I was shooting a fight scene earlier today and there was blood splatter. On my face, too. I didn’t wash it off completely, I thought with the filter on you wouldn’t be able to see it...

- /throat lozenge ASMR/ LYN: This is the sound of a boy eating candy: ~~

C: So how high IS the beauty filter? LYN: It’s not on, I was joking. Just the blur tool is on 100. You already know what I look like from the variety show. You can go watch The Truth, which came out this year. It’s pretty good. I think The Truth is the only thing (variety) I shot this year... C: The blur is a bit high. LYN: Because I am currently collaborating with some beauty product brands. Please understand, because an artist can’t maintain a perfect image all the time. We can joke and play, but please don’t mess around with my work. You can curse or make snide remarks at me all you want but don’t mess with how I make a living. If you do that, I will fight you.

C: Ning-ge, will you accept heavy dramas? LYN: Please elaborate on what type of drama you consider “heavy”? Like, ghosts? I think I remember the last time there was someone who said I looked like a ghost and would be well-suited for a horror movie. What type do you mean? Like, psychological? I will probably accept it if I encounter any roles like that. I like watching heavy dramas- and I looked pretty “heavy” myself. - /no horror, because no one even shoots horror/ [*t/n: I, for one, would love to see more ghosty/horror type dramas but apparently those don’t/can’t exist in China. :| ]

C: Ning-ge, I want to see you play a zombie. LYN: You want me to play as a zombie in some movie, because you want to see my head get blown off by the main character. Is that it? I’ll come out on screen: /zombie growl/ /gunshot sound/ /dead/. Quick and painless.

C: Ning-ge, you’re suited to play as a highly-intelligent serial killer. LYN: Do I look very shrewd/astute/proficient? :)

C: Vampire is good, too. LYN: Hm.. fitting. We’ll see if there’s a chance.

C: An intelligent criminal. LYN: But I’m a fool. I don’t think I can play a convincing intelligent criminal, but I can give it a try. I can pretend to be intelligent. C: Ning-ge, if you can’t play an intelligent criminal then you can play an unintelligent one. LYN: X’D. An unintelligent criminal, like how? For example I go to the market, steal a bottle of water but leave my ID card behind? The cops find my house immediately. Is that the type you’re talking about? An unintelligent criminal... then it would have to be a comedy.

C: Are you considering xianxia dramas? LYN: Of course, why wouldn’t I? LYN: I don’t have the ability to choose my own dramas, friends. I’m happy that I even have work, so I’ll take what comes to me and that’s good enough. Who do you think I am?? I don’t have the right to pick from dramas. I just take what comes, I shouldn’t be picky about it. It’s like grasping at straws- you never know what you’re going to get. Like those fortune telling sticks- you shake it and look- you just take what fate gives you.

LYN: The World Cup’s almost starting, yeah? Alright- then it’s about time for me to go. I should wrap it up. Thanks for keeping me company today. I know it’s been a while since I last streamed, so I came to chat. If you are not my fan yet but have come across my stream and you think I’m a pretty cool guy despite maybe being a little insane, then please subscribed to my weibo. I might have more surprises to bring to you the next time I stream. Because the next one should be my Carnation Music Festival, so you can subscribe to me and then come in to listen to some songs when the time comes. LYN: Thanks for keeping me company. I hope all of you have a wonderful, relaxing, and happy night. It was great to have you and I hope you enjoyed your time here. Let’s meet in the next stream. Goodnight, everyone.

#Liu Yuning #lyn livestream #(1:47:27)#!!#he FRACTURED HIS FOOT??#in two places!#(and his fans proceed to troll him)#(i use broken/fractured interchangeably (i know they're different but words are hard))#concert plans!#carnation music festival 3.0 #ning-ge's aversion to hospitals #lyn's favorite pastime: bullying zsx #drama options/genres talk

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