Sawyer's Constellation of Dreams Chapter 7

Sawyer Ji has always longed for home.

When he was very young, he and his mother lived in one of the rooms in an old courtyard house. Although the room was old, it was warm in winter and cool in summer. There was an upright piano in it. Occasionally, when his father came over, his mother would sit down and play a song. His father would laugh beside her, and he would laugh too.

Later, he arrived at the Ji family's house. It was a big place with many people living there, but it was not his home. The people he called "mother" and "brother" all looked at him strangely. He was not very smart, but he could feel their rejection of him.

Sawyer Ji, who was seventeen years old when he was raised in the Ji family, quietly wrote down his wish of "having his own family" in his diary. He knew that he should form a family with someone he liked, but he never thought that he would be so lucky to marry and live with the person he liked. Even if the other person didn't like him now, he believed that he could warm his heart. He didn't want a grand marriage, but a long-lasting one.

Sawyer Ji stood in front of the house that once held all his beautiful visions of the future, and the memories of this place flashed before his eyes.

It was also Graham Qin who brought him here for the first time in his previous life. At that time, he was so excited that his heart was pounding. Every time he visited a room, he imagined in his mind the scene of himself and Graham Qin eating, reading and basking in the sun here together. At that time, he did not expect that he would be the only one doing these things here in the future.

Sawyer Ji was extremely familiar with every brick, every blade of grass and every tree here. He took two steps forward, then one step back, not knowing whether he wanted to go in or not. It seemed as if there were two personalities in his body pulling each other and going in opposite directions.

Perhaps he still retained some of the bad habits of the silly Sawyer Ji in his body. He knew that this was a cage that bound him, but he still wanted to step into it and still regarded this place as his home. After all, such a strange thing as rebirth happened to him, so there was nothing strange about it, he thought optimistically.

Graham Qin naturally didn't know what Sawyer Ji had been going through in such a short time. He led the way in front: "The interior is being renovated. The drawings are here. Take a look and see if you like it. If you don't like it, you can change it."

Sawyer Ji looked at him strangely. This part was different from his previous life.

In their previous life, they had arranged their marriage in a hurry, and they had just moved into the house they had just bought. The model house that came with the house was finely decorated, but from an aesthetic point of view, it was neither good nor bad. Later, Sawyer Ji felt that the decoration lacked a sense of warmth, and he mentioned it to Graham Qin several times, wanting to change a few places, at least to change the master bedroom. Graham Qin's answer was always ambiguous. When he was in a good mood, he would perfunctorily say "Let's talk about it when I'm free", and when he was impatient, he would say "I don't think it's necessary".

Of course, it was unnecessary for him because he had never slept in the master bedroom. Sawyer Ji was always the only one in the huge and deserted room.

Sawyer Ji started to suffer from insomnia from that time. Every night, he would curl up in the corner of the bed, hugging the quilt. Although the weather was not cold, he always felt the chill spreading from the soles of his feet to the top of his head inch by inch. It was a very uncomfortable feeling. He had to cheer up and listen to the noise outside. Only when he heard Graham Qin's footsteps coming up the stairs did he feel a little relieved.

Sometimes when he couldn't sleep, he would get out of bed wrapped in a quilt, put his ear against the wall, and eavesdrop on the other side of the wall to see if there was any movement. Was Graham Qin asleep or busy at work? Would he come to see me after he was done?

In his previous life, he regarded such times as a kind of happiness, but now Sawyer Ji can only empathize with the feeling of being cold all over.

"You take a look at it yourself. I'm going back first." Sawyer Ji said.

He didn't care why Graham Qin was suddenly nice to him. There were some shameful and shady reasons behind it. It was not enough to deceive him for a lifetime, but he wanted to use this little sweetness to deceive him for two lifetimes?

Sawyer Ji turned around and was about to leave. Graham Qin walked over quickly and grabbed Sawyer Ji's arm: "Then I'll take you to dinner."

Sawyer Ji was unwilling to reply: "I prefer to eat alone."

Graham Qin seemed to have thought of something and froze for a moment. Sawyer Ji took advantage of his distracted moment to pull his arm out of his hand. He walked a few steps, thought about it and turned back, raised the bun in his hand and said, "Thank you for today. Don't meddle in other people's business in the future. Aren't you very busy at work?"

Qin Wei Yu didn't say anything. Sawyer Ji continued walking along the road carrying the buns. When he turned the corner, he raised his hand and threw the plastic bag into the trash can. He knew that Qin Wei Yu was still standing behind him and could see everything.

I finally felt a sense of revenge in my heart, which was much more satisfying than the time when I deliberately took Graham Qin to eat barbecue.

Sawyer Ji felt relaxed all over, and the wounds on his hands didn't hurt as much anymore. He put his hands in his pockets and walked forward with his head held high.

About twenty minutes later, Sawyer Ji, who had been full of energy just now, sat beside a flower bed in the community, curled up his hands and feet, and exhaled the hot air that was almost warm from his mouth.

Getting lost twice in one day, although it didn't break his record, it was embarrassing enough.

There was no one around. No matter how angry he was, he could only curse at the air. But cursing required strength. Sawyer Ji blew a breath of hot air into his palms. A gust of cold wind blew, and the little warmth that had just been accumulated immediately dissipated.

Sure enough, before the depressing day was really over, he got cocky too soon and was about to receive retribution.

This residential complex is not only large in size but also very private. At this time the security guards have not yet been out in full force patrolling. Sawyer Ji calculated that in this sparsely populated villa area, he might have to wait for half an hour before he could see a living person.

But this was not the first time he got lost in the neighborhood. He might have sat on this spot several times.

The sky gradually darkened, and it would be even colder after the sun went down. Sawyer Ji didn't want to be frozen into an ice cube, so he stood up and ran in a small circle. When he ran the third circle, he kicked a small stone.

He looked down at the blue-gray stone, then squatted down and picked it up.

When I was a child living in a courtyard house, I could often pick up such small stones on the side of the path. Now the road is getting flatter and wider, and it is a fate to be able to pick up such rare things here.

Sawyer Ji held the small stone in his frozen hands and wrote on the ground. The strokes he wrote on the stone were white and thin, but because his hands were cold and he couldn't exert any strength, the strokes he wrote were crooked and looked like a crawling reptile.

He wrote down the names of the characters he had played one by one. Some of these names were well-known, while others were unknown. But in his heart, each name had its own story, which he had never forgotten.

After he finished writing, the patrolling security guard had not arrived yet, so Sawyer Ji rubbed his hands, picked up the stone again, and wrote the two words "Ji Xing" at the end. This was the name that had been with him for seven years. His fans didn't know that he had such an ordinary name.

After writing the last stroke of "星", Sawyer Ji continued writing as usual. He drew half of the heart before he woke up from his dream. He quickly threw away the stone in his hand, stood up, stomped his feet on the spot, and then took a deep breath.

He got goosebumps all over his body and raised his left hand to hit his weak right hand, but gave up when he saw the gauze on his right hand.

Bah, bah, bah, bah, it must be the stupid Sawyer Ji who was possessed just now, why was he drawing a heart?

He finally breathed a sigh of relief after finding a reasonable explanation for the strange behavior. Thinking of the name that would be written behind the love heart, he couldn't help but feel a chill again, and rubbed his arms with his hands.

Not long after throwing the stone, there was a sudden rush of footsteps.

The sound came from far away and gradually got closer. Sawyer Ji felt inexplicably familiar. Before his brain could make any command, his body had already taken a step forward. He stepped into the flower bed with his long legs, squeezed into the low bushes, and squatted down to hide his body.

"Sawyer Ji――"

The premonition turned out to be correct. Along with the sound of footsteps, Graham Qin's voice was heard soon after.

In this life, Graham Qin was able to discover his poor sense of direction so quickly. Sawyer Ji didn't know whether it was because he was too stupid to hide it well, or because Graham Qin was too smart.

Not a good reason anyway.

Sawyer Ji squatted in the bushes and shivered, looking out through the tiny gaps in the bushes. At this time, the street lights on both sides of the road lit up. He was startled and shrank his body inside again.

I can’t let Graham Qin find it. If he finds it, where will I put my dignity after living two lifetimes?

Qin Wei Yu walked to the flower bed, stood there looking around, and called Sawyer Ji's name twice. It was obvious that he did not see the person hiding in the bushes at all.

Sawyer Ji squatted there, feeling inexplicably proud. You can shout, shout, even if you scream your throat out, I won't come out.

"Sawyer Ji--" Graham Qin searched the area to no avail and continued shouting as he walked forward.

Sawyer Ji shook his head and stuck out his tongue, slightly, slightly, I couldn't hear anything.

"Sawyer Ji--" the voice became farther away.

The person hiding in the bushes poked his head out and saw that Graham Qin's tall figure had become a fist-sized shadow at the end of the road.

Sawyer Ji was laughing until his smile slowly froze on his face, and then his heart suddenly ached. It must be that silly Sawyer Ji was up to something again.

He always looked at Graham Qin's back, watching him getting farther and farther away from him without looking back.

He squatted for a while, until the only sound he could hear was the rustling of leaves in the north wind. Sawyer Ji stood up and rubbed his knees that were sore from squatting. He sighed heavily as if he had experienced many vicissitudes of life. Then he straightened his wrinkled hem and buttoned his coat to the top to cover half of his face. After doing all this, he was ready to move out.

"Ji Xiaoxing."

A deep male voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Sawyer Ji froze in place. The first thought in his mind was, how did he know this name?