"Can't you just lie down on the hospital bed and rest?" Xu Zhiqiang sat in the driver's seat with a frosty face, looking at An Ruifeng's expression in the back row through the rearview mirror, seeing his face as usual, Xu Zhiqiang Angrily hammered the steering wheel, pressing the car horn to make a harsh noise.
An Ruifeng was awakened by the noise, opened his eyes lazily and glanced at Xu Zhiqiang, leaned back again, and said groggyly, "I'm not feeling well now, don't be so loud." After speaking, he repeated He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the window. His legs are together, his left hand rests on his right hand, his right arm sleeve is rolled up to his elbow, and his arm is wrapped in circles of bandages.
Just after the anesthesia, the wound was aching like needles, and the low-grade fever caused by the injury made it very difficult for him to endure.
The doctor's suggestion was to let him rest for a few days, at least one night in the hospital for observation, but he slipped out of the hospital under the pretext that the filming could not be stopped. If it wasn't for Xu Zhiqiang just blocking him when he was delivering meals to him, I'm afraid he would really be able to run from the film and television city to the S city behind everyone's back.
Xu Zhiqiang has always been strict with An Ruifeng and treasured in his heart. Seeing An Ruifeng's sullen expression, he took out the antipyretic medicine and a bottle of water from the bag in the passenger seat, and handed them over with his backhand: "Take the medicine."
An Ruifeng took it honestly, swallowed the medicine, and curled up again. "Brother Xu, thank you."
"You have to come out when it's so uncomfortable..." Xu Zhiqiang scolded him fiercely: "What's going on with Wang Lili, how can you be so ignorant when you fight, let's see how badly it hurts you?"
"I don't blame Brother Li." An Ruifeng said: "You were not at the scene at the time. It was because I was too impatient when I was hanging Weiya, I didn't grasp the direction well, and hit Brother Li's knife myself." After that, he laughed at himself Next: "Fortunately, Brother Li didn't have a musket in this play today, otherwise my arm would definitely explode."
Xu Zhiqiang glared at him again: "What's the difference? Your arm is about to be sliced into salmon fillets. On the way to the hospital, you are covered in cold sweat, and those little nurses feel distressed."
An Ruifeng didn't answer, I don't know if he had no energy, or he didn't want to get entangled on this topic. Xu Zhiqiang drove quietly for a while, but after three minutes of silence, he started chattering again.
— "Look at you, half a month ago, when I heard that Ling Xi was coming to S city to hold a music club, you can wake up laughing even sleeping these days."
— "When the director said, 'Let's make two more shots', you turned around and complained to me that the director was too harsh. As a result, you took the initiative to go to the director these days and asked if you could make one more shot a day, just to make today's day better. Make time for the afternoon!"
- "I woke up earlier than chickens this morning. When I got to the dressing room, I was dumbfounded. Even the cleaning aunt didn't come!"
- "My hand was injured, and I ran out before the anesthetic was over. What if the wound cracked again? Do you know that you are a star and can't have a single wound on your body?"
- "I really want to ask you, what exactly did you draw?"
For the first few questions, An Ruifeng went in from his left ear and out from his right. He knew that Xu Zhiqiang had a knife mouth and a tofu heart, so he wouldn't let him say he was happy. He could annoy you all the way like a Tang monk. Only the last question, An Ruifeng could not ignore, he sat up straight, his voice was low, but his tone was firm and persistent: "I like it."
Four words, generous and powerful, directly sealed Xu Zhiqiang's mouth.
This is not the first time Xu Zhiqiang heard these words from An Ruifeng's mouth, but every time he heard it, he felt a pain in his heart that "the good cabbage of his own wants to make the pig arch". No matter how much Xu Zhiqiang cared about him, it wasn't his mother, and when his brother sent him to Nouveau Media, the contract was very loose, and Xu Zhiqiang could not use his managerial status to ask An Ruifeng to cut off his thoughts, so The only thing Xu Zhiqiang could do was to put his anger on the steering wheel.
He decided to wait for An Ruifeng to arrive at his destination, and then he ran to the amusement park to play bumper cars for two hours.
Catch whoever hits whoever.
An Ruifeng stumbled to sleep in the car for a while. When he woke up, the sun was in the west. He looked at the time and found that it had been less than an hour before the singer's meeting started. The singer club in City S did not choose the bar as in the previous games, but in the basketball hall of a certain college. It is said that a mysterious local tyrant bought 100 tickets in one go, leaving a message saying that he likes Ling Xi , to give away tickets to other fans. After negotiation, Ling Xi's agency changed the venue, from a bar that could accommodate 300 people to a gymnasium of 500 people. It's just that the university is just located on the edge of the business district, and to get there, it almost takes the entire S city.
"How far?" An Ruifeng asked nervously.
The hard-working driver Xu called up the navigation and glanced at it: "Five or six kilometers, that is, a matter of stepping on the accelerator. But the premise is that there is no traffic jam."
Helpless, the crow's mouth of the driver Xu was right on the road conditions, and before they could enter the commercial area, they were blocked on the viaduct.
A water main burst is said to have occurred ahead, the entire block was blocked off and all vehicles had to detour. During the weekend rush hour, many people want to enter the commercial area, and 1.5 kilometers ahead is the exit to the commercial area. Now everyone is trapped here, the road is blocked, and the spacious four-lane road has become Large parking lot.
For the first time, An Ruifeng became so irritable.
He leaned forward and asked Xu Zhiqiang, "Can you think of a way?"
Xu Zhiqiang handed him his mobile phone: "The lock screen password is 1234."
An Ruifeng opened the phone.
Xu Zhiqiang: "Turn two pages back, and there is a 'commonly used software' folder."
An Ruifeng: "I found it."
"Click on."
"Um."
"There's a 'Didi Jerk Off' app in there..."
An Ruifeng looked confused: "Where is this software?"
"Dare you know!!" Xu Zhiqiang glared at him through the rearview mirror: "Brother, open your eyes, now it's blocked like this, we are on the viaduct again, I can't drive even if I want to. Unless you Call a helicopter, or we'll just have to wait here!"
He was about to continue to scold An Ruifeng for his whimsy when the car in front finally moved and moved forward a distance of five meters. Squeeze into the open space in front of him! Xu Zhiqiang slammed on the brakes, but couldn't dodge in time, causing friction between the two cars. The worst thing was that one of the cars behind him didn't stop, and Duang rear-ended his car...
Well, three cars collided in a series, and Xu Zhiqiang, who was caught in the middle, really didn't want to leave.
The three car owners got out of the car to argue, and Xu Zhiqiang took the initiative to call the police. He was very fortunate that the car he drove today had a dark car film on it, so that people couldn't see the appearance of the person in the car, otherwise An Ruifeng in the car would definitely be surrounded by people.
Time passed by minute by minute, An Ruifeng's brows became tighter and tighter, and he pulled the handle of the rear door with a ruthless heart, but as soon as the door opened a small gap, Xu Zhiqiang discovered that he immediately opened the door He even hit the car door tightly with his knees, preventing An Ruifeng from getting out.
"Brother Xu!" An Ruifeng lowered the car window, but the window was locked as soon as he lowered a small slit and only exposed his eyes.
Xu Zhiqiang lowered his voice and his face was dark: "An Ruifeng, I advise you not to go crazy." He pointed to the traffic jam behind him, his voice was cold: "Do you want to learn a TV series and walk there on foot? It's six kilometers and you still have a fever, what if you faint halfway?"
"..." An Ruifeng remained silent.
"An Ruifeng, look at where this is! You are a star! There are thousands of cars on this viaduct. Believe it or not, you get off now. Three minutes later, all your videos will be on Weibo?!"
Xu Zhiqiang took a deep breath: "I sneaked you out behind the back of the agency and the director because we were friends. Please don't force me to put you back as a work partner. If you insist on getting out of the car today, then we can really only do business in the future."
An Ruifeng gritted his teeth, he really wanted to be willful, but he knew that his willfulness would only bring infinite trouble to his agency and agent. Although intellectually he knew what the right choice was, in his heart, he was unwilling to live up to Ling Xi's ardent expectations. On the one hand, brother Xu, who treats him well, and on the other hand, the sweetheart he strives to pursue, An Ruifeng was caught in a dilemma for a while.
Seeing his eyes full of contradictions, Xu Zhiqiang knew his inner struggle. He sighed silently and shook his head: "If you really can't make a choice... then let me be the bad guy."
Xu Zhiqiang pressed the lock button on the remote control key, the four doors were locked at the same time, the windows rose, and those deep dark gray eyes were hidden behind him.
A few seconds later, a curse came from inside the car, and An Ruifeng's fist smashed into the car window.
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"It's unavoidable." Twenty minutes before the opening, Ling Xi received an apology call from An Ruifeng. On the phone, An Ruifeng told him that the set ended a little late today, they caught up with the traffic jam in the evening rush hour, and he was unable to attend Ling Xi's music club.
An Ruifeng's voice was low and slightly hoarse, sounding very bad.
"Why is your voice so weird?" Ling Xi was keenly aware of it: "Are you uncomfortable?"
"No, it's just that I haven't seen you for a long time. You obviously came to S City, but I can't listen to your songs. It's a pity." An Ruifeng cheered up and said, "Do you remember the recording of the show? Broke your 'zero'? I've been dying to hear you sing it all over."
"Yeah, I know." Ling Xi also felt very regretful. "Zero" was the title track in his last album. Before this time, he led the accompaniment team to rehearse and rehearse, hoping to be able to rehearse at the music club. On, sing it to An Ruifeng flawlessly.
Without this opportunity, I don't know when An Ruifeng will be fortunate enough to hear.
The two chatted a few more times, but the atmosphere had not been active. Not only An Ruifeng was looking forward to this meeting, but Ling Xi also counted the days with his fingers, but now because of a sudden change, everything was in vain.
"I can't talk anymore, Angkor is urging me to go there." Ling Xi said reluctantly. He hoped that An Ruifeng was lying to him. He hoped that when he came to the stage, he found that An Ruifeng had already sat on the stage. In the VIP seat he reserved for him. However, he knew that An Ruifeng would never joke about missing an appointment.
"Hmm. Come on."
"I will."
Neither of them spoke anymore, but neither of them wanted to hang up first.
After a few minutes, An Ruifeng took the initiative to urge him: "Come on, I can hear Angkor's roar across the phone."
Ling Xi hung up the phone after a while.
When he got out of the bathroom, the impatience on Wu Youpeng's face almost turned to ice. "When are you still whispering?"
Ling Xi turned her head, like a middle school student caught by her mother.
"What did he say?" Wu Youpeng knew who Ling Xi was calling without guessing.
Ling Xi played with the strings in his hand and said unhappily, "He said he won't come."
"I knew that nothing in the man's mouth was true."
"..." Ling Xiqiang resisted the desire to complain. When he saw Wu Youpeng teaching him a lesson while eating a plate of small square cakes of various colors, he felt very curious: "Angkor, where did you get the cake?" He reached out and tried to steal a piece, but Wu Youpeng shot it off.
"You're going to the stage, you can't eat sweets!" Wu Youpeng swallowed another piece: "Just now, a dozen people brought tea breaks to the backstage. When I saw the uniform, the embroidered name was from a five-star hotel—don't use this kind of thing. Look at me, I don't have the money to buy you a coffee break - the person who sent it is said to be your fan, and he didn't even show his face, so he left a name."
"what name?"
"Fenglin Whisper, it must be the same person as the local tyrant who bought 100 of your fan club tickets in one go."
Ling Xi's eyes lit up: "Which Feng?"
Wu Youpeng recalled for a moment, and his face became super ugly: "Maple Leaf's Maple." He suddenly felt that the cake choked in his throat could not be swallowed...
If you can use this word, there is a high possibility that the person is also a fan of An Ruifeng. I just heard that An Ruifeng won't come to the music club, Wu Youpeng almost didn't set off fireworks to celebrate, but he went around in circles, but he still didn't get around him...
How could Wu Youpeng know that Fenglin Whisper is not only a die-hard fan of An Ruifeng, but also the deputy head of the Maple Leaf Fan Club in S City.
Ten minutes later, amid the host's introduction and the audience's applause, Ling Xi stepped onto the stage again holding a guitar. This time, the venue for the performance was the basketball hall of a college. The basketball hall is large, the infield is oval, and the stage is placed at one-third of the oval. The stand opposite the stage was already full of audiences, like a fan shape surrounding Ling Xi.
The fan club is small, there are no seat numbers, and there are no rules for different prices for different stands. It's all up to the fans' self-consciousness, and those who come first will naturally be able to sit forward and grab a good seat. Fortunately, Ling Xi's fans are very sensible, and there were no fights on the field. This time the attendance rate was very high. After everyone found a seat and sat down, everyone found a lonely empty sofa in the open space directly opposite the stage.
The only infield seat, but no one sat.
After Ling Xi sang five or six songs, he entered the free questioning session. He was sitting on a high wooden chair with his guitar in his arms, his feet dangling.
A fan asked about that empty sofa.
Ling Xi pulled out her face and raised the microphone: "I have a very good friend. Although we don't know each other for a long time, we have a very good relationship. He takes care of me very much. I am very grateful to him for this. He recently filmed in S City. , it was very hard, so I invited him to my music club, because he was my very important friend, so I said I would reserve a VIP seat for him. As you can see, this place is so big, and he is a great A very famous star, I was afraid that he would be placed among you, so you would not look at me and just look at him. So I thought and thought, and decided to put him across from me. "
He pointed to the empty seat, and everyone's eyes converged on the comfortable and gorgeous sofa. He began to imagine what kind of person could become Ling Xi's friend, and what kind of friend was worthy of Ling Xi's special care He prepares a sofa.
"It's just a pity, because of the traffic jam, he won't be able to come tonight." When he said this, Ling Xi lowered his head, his voice was dry, and he sounded inexplicably aggrieved. "Seriously, in this circle, it's not easy to find someone who treats people with sincerity. I'm so lucky to have met him, and although we have had an argument between us, we haven't had a real fight. He's a big star. , but he has no air at all. He is really gentle and tolerant. I know that many fans on the Internet call me the positive energy little sun. If I am your little sun, then he is my universe. "
Soon, the time for the free question and answer session came, Ling Xi had enough rest, played Qin Xuan again, and slipped out the prelude to another song.
Wu Youpeng, who had listened to all of Ling Xi's speeches in the audience, felt his legs go weak, and he barely stood firm by holding on to the wall.
His own children understand, Wu Youpeng swears that according to the recent interaction between the two, Ling Xi may, probably, may not be so straight. He may, probably, maybe have a good impression of An Ruifeng, but according to Ling Xi's just been able to. The IQ who walks upright will definitely mistake this hazy feeling for friendship (he would not be surprised if Lingxi sang a song "Friendship Lasts forever" on the spot).
but! Now that Ling Xi is not enlightened, he can hold a song club like coming out of the closet. If Ling Xi is really enlightened, don't make the song club a wedding ceremony...
He is still young, and he doesn't want to write a marriage certificate so early...
Wu Youpeng was worrying about himself under the stage, his hair would be pulled out by him, and Ling Xi on stage suddenly lost his voice. The song he was singing suddenly fell silent, he didn't speak, and the guitar stopped.
Everyone looked at him curiously, not understanding what medicine he sold in the gourd.
Ling Xi patted the microphone and blinked: "I'm sorry, I'll pause for a while. I just suddenly thought that although he can't come to my music club, I can still sing to him."
Fans asked him how he listened.
Ling Xi answered them with actions.
- In front of the public, he took out his mobile phone and called An Ruifeng on the stage that belonged to him alone.
Ling Xi did not turn on the hands-free function, but the mobile phone he put in his ear was very close to the microphone, and everyone could vaguely hear the ringtone of "zero" coming from the microphone. The fans held their breaths in unison, not even daring to breathe, and the entire venue was silent.
The call is connected. Before An Ruifeng could speak, Ling Xi spoke first.
"It's me, I know what you're asking. My song club is not over yet, and it's not halftime. I just suddenly thought that although you can't be there, I can still let you hear my singing." Ling Xi didn't care that there were 500 fans watching: "Do you want to hear me sing "Zero" for you?"
Wu Youpeng's blood pressure soared instantly. He felt that it was time for him to find a small dark room to write his marriage testimony.