Ji Sheng thought Xie Xuanming would be angry, just like he did several times before.
But strangely he didn't.
He looked at the embarrassed Ji Sheng indifferently, with the gloom between his brows lingering, he said coldly, "Go wash up", then turned and left, leaving Ji Sheng exhausted on the spot alone.
Ji Sheng sat on the drum stool, held his stomach for a while, and got up slowly after relieving some pain.
He knelt down to pick up the broken drumstick, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.
Some better drumsticks cost thousands, and the ones that are just about enough cost two or three hundred.
Although drumsticks are considered consumables for drummers, it is common for them to go bad after ten days of practice... But as a low-level drummer with abject economic poverty, Ji Sheng still feels uncontrollably distressed.
But Ji Sheng also knew that the sharp throbbing pain in his heart did not mainly come from the broken drumstick.
It's the uselessness of punching cotton, and the anger that can't be explained clearly.
After Ji Sheng washed up, he walked into the master bedroom without knocking on the door. Xie Xuanming sat at the head of the bed, and the night light above his head was stroked secretly. The light outlined his tall nose bridge and curtain-like eyelashes. He looked less like a madman with a mental disorder, and more like a shadowy beauty.
Ji Sheng had no intention of admiring the beauty, he sat down in front of the sofa without saying a word, his brows and eyes were as cold as frosted treetops.
Xie Xuanming waited for him to sit down, put the book in his hand aside, and raised his hand to turn off the night light.
Ji Sheng waited for a long time, and when he heard his breathing was steady, he curled up and lay down on the sofa.
He squeezed his trembling arm and forced himself to fall asleep.
In the next few days, Ji Sheng and Xie Xuanming fell into a cold war.
Of course, this is probably just a cold war of Ji Sheng's unilateral delusion.
Because Xie Xuanming's plain and gloomy expression was the same as before, and the gaze that fell on Ji Sheng's face before going to bed was also like the cold storage from the ice cellar, breathing like white mist.
And Xie Xuanming has no reason to have a cold war with a foster lover.
So Ji Sheng is very self-aware and attributes the suddenly condensed atmosphere between the two of them to himself for not knowing what is good or bad...
And he didn't intend to repent for a while.
About two or three weeks after the "Forty Basic Skills of Military Drums" incident, Ji Sheng rushed to the live broadcast one day as usual. When he was putting on makeup in the dressing room, several staff members whispered that there were still guests coming today. The coffee is huge.
Su Jing came late as usual. Although he is currently in the offseason, the e-sports people's inversion of black and white is obviously deeply rooted in the bone marrow. Su Jing came in with a yawn suppressed every day, and was pushed in front of the camera after a hastily put on makeup.
Fortunately, his foundation is not bad, even if he is isolated next to Ji Sheng who is fully made up, he only looks a little plain and haggard.
The audience in the live broadcast room often ridiculed the two people in the live broadcast room as two extreme states of widows.
A haggard widow whose husband died, wearing linen and filial piety, and a charming woman who was built with her husband as a widow and unwilling to be lonely.
The beautiful woman was closing her eyes to catch up on sleep, when she suddenly heard the sound of glass shattering outside the door, the widow shouted angrily and followed closely:
"Who the hell allowed you to come?!"
Ji Sheng was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes.
He straightened up, and Su Jing's words were full of anger. Although his emotions fluctuate daily, it is rare to be so angry.
Before the person angered by him could speak, Su Jing erupted again:
"You really have the guts to eat a dog that doesn't spit out bones, drive people to death, and have the courage to swagger on the streets. The ungrateful underworld thing is not waiting to run around in the underworld. Here are five people and two. If I were you, Dig a grave on the spot and bury yourself, so I’m ashamed to come out and show my face!”
The scolded person seemed to have said something, but he couldn't hear it in a low voice, and it was overshadowed by Su Jing's angry reprimand.
"Don't be hypocritical, people don't feel bad when they are alive, but they fucking want to make up for it when they are dead, fake or not, cheap or not."
The staff dissuaded in a low voice, but Su Jing couldn't stop Su Jing from cursing like a firecracker.
Ji Sheng hesitated, got up and walked outside.
He wanted to see the situation, but when he opened the door, he only saw the back of Su Jing leaving in a huff.
Moving his gaze to the left, in the awkward atmosphere, Xie Xuanming stood in the center of the chaos, his eyes downcast indifferently to the mess.
Noticing that the door was open, he raised his eyes and stared at Ji Sheng in astonishment.
Without giving much time for contact, Ji Sheng slammed the door shut again with a "bang".
Naturally, a celebrity like Xie Xuanming wouldn't squeeze into a small broken dressing room with Ji Sheng and share a makeup artist for makeup. Ji Sheng only saw him again at the beginning of the live broadcast.
Xie Xuanming usually has a mysterious and cold image, not to mention the live video, he doesn't even take a few selfies, fans can only get a glimpse of him from the screen news pictures or unclear sneak shots.
So it is conceivable that when Xie Xuanming appeared in front of the live broadcast camera, the good-natured person who had only appeared on the big screen in the past went straight to the camera, frowning and looking for the beauty switch...
The audience in the live broadcast room was reduced to a critical blow. After two seconds of silence, barrages filled the screen frantically.
Ji Sheng sat in the back with a blank expression.
He had to admit that Xie Xuanming had a face of God's kindness, with sharp browbones and a high nose bridge, together with the contempt and coldness in his eyes constituted a unique charm.
Xie Xuanming has a very aggressive appearance. When he sits in front of the camera, he looks like a Siberian winter wolf swaying across the snow. No matter how dangerous the warning is, it can't erase the charm of Gu people.
Xie Xuanming turned off the beauty face that came with the live broadcast room, and sat back beside Ji Sheng.
The distance between him and Ji Sheng was only a palm, but it was like an unbreakable barrier.
Both of them deliberately ignored each other, and the relationship was alienated and indifferent to the naked eye.
[Contract couple who are not in love but bonded because of interests]
The bullet screen makes an accurate evaluation.
[I am so disgusted that I don’t even bother to do superficial efforts]
It doesn't matter if Xie Xuanming doesn't care about Ji Sheng's love, he is a big man, and he is a well-known "Big Brother Xie". Anyone who despises anyone can be explained by "he is Xie Xuanming".
But if Ji Sheng ignored Xie Xuanming, there was a big problem.
An indelible point of ridicule in Xie Xuanming's body is the upside-down artist Ji Sheng. But Ji Sheng died, and Xie Xuanming's fans could only swallow their complaints and reluctantly adopt the attitude of "the dead are the greatest". Who would have thought that Xie Xuanming, who doesn't play cards according to common sense, has created a newcomer who looks exactly like Ji Sheng, and even "fairies go down to earth" for him, and accepts cheap jobs like live broadcasts. The key is that he doesn't appreciate it. I don't want to give him one.
The person holding Dangbao was ignored by Ji Shengdangkong.
Xie Xuanming's fans were so angry that they couldn't take it out on the real master, they could only fire at Ji Sheng.
[What kind of face is dark in front of the camera, can't you manage facial expressions?]
[What are you dragging, live broadcast selling goods without talking, are you selling to the disabled?]
[Respect for the advice of seniors is engraved on the face, there is no artistic virtue at all!]
The barrage scolded fiercely, but Ji Sheng didn't even change his color. He has never seen any curse words in his previous life, and his psychological quality is so good that he belongs to the living bodhisattva who can say Amitabha as calmly as a mountain, even if eighteen Soviet mirrors are fired at him in front of him.
The two were silent for a long time, and finally Ji Sheng was reluctant to speak under the impatient jump of Brand Fang.
Today's product is lipstick, which is a well-known brand to match Xie Xuanming's identity.
Ji Sheng randomly picked out a familiar one, picked it up and took a look, only to find that it was the brand he had endorsed in his previous life.
The first thing is to step on the thunder, and Ji Sheng can already catch a glimpse of Xie Xuanming's mocking gaze.
But after picking it up, it’s definitely not realistic to put it back. Ji Sheng bluntly introduced the color brand, and then said: "Let me show everyone the effect."
A hand with sharp bones suddenly came into view, Ji Sheng was stunned for a moment, watching Xie Xuanming take the lipstick away from his hand.
He came to show
As soon as Ji Sheng became suspicious, Xie Xuanming pushed his chin over, impatiently pressing the lipstick on his lips.
Oh.
Ji Sheng added it with a cold face.
He comes and shows on my mouth.
Xie Xuanming finished painting in two or three strokes, then turned to the camera with Ji Sheng's chin stuck.
The off-site staff whispered: "Smile, laugh."
"Laugh." Xie Xuanming said concisely.
Ji Sheng smiled bluntly and curled his lips, feeling that he was about to blurt out "Da Lang, take your medicine."
Ji Sheng was pinched on the cheek, and asked vaguely, "Does it look good?"
"Yeah." Xie Xuanming responded perfunctorily, took out the next lipstick, and opened it without looking at it, "Wipe it off, and put on another one."
Ji Sheng was about to wipe off his lipstick with a tissue when he heard that the corners of his eyes twitched.
He had a hunch that Xie Xuanming was going to give him all the lipstick shades like an experiment on a mouse.
Xie Xuanming did exactly that.
At the end of the live broadcast, Ji Sheng's lips were red and swollen from more than a dozen lipstick remnants, while Xie Xuanming's mouth was still clean, maintaining a light tone of indifference.
Ji Sheng resentfully wiped his lips with a tissue, and suddenly heard Xie Xuanming speak.
"The twelfth of next month, do you have a plan?"
"No, why?"
"Double Twelve Moonlight Gala lacks a drummer." Xie Xuanming looked cold, "I'll sign up for you when you're free."
The double twelfth moonlight gala is one of the grandest gala every year, and the artists who can perform are either senior veterans or popular fried chickens.
For example, the current Dingliusheng Kongzhi just announced his attendance two days ago.
Ji Sheng continued to wipe: "Senior, are you going?"
"I'm an actor, not a singer."
You debuted as a singer, Ji Sheng thought.
Sure enough, "I won't go anywhere where there is Sheng Kongzhi"...
"Are you going?" Xie Xuanming asked again.
"Go." Ji Sheng said, "Senior, please."
The conversation between the two at the end of the live broadcast was considered polite and harmonious, but after the camera came out, when they returned to the villa in the same car, the atmosphere between the two dropped to freezing point again.
Xie Xuanming spoke first: "You are really in a hurry to get to Sheng Kongzhi's side... What did Su Jing say to you?"
"He didn't say anything." Ji Sheng denied, and lightly changed the subject, "Senior Xie, I've been wondering recently."
Xie Xuanming didn't speak, but let him go down with a silent "um".
Ji Sheng continued: "During the performance of Stardust Kindergarten, the retired station sister who sat in the audience said that I was 'very much like an old friend'. In the live broadcast event, the two co-anchors were successively CP fans of 'Shengshi Shengping', and Qingchu band's CP fans. Former members, the upcoming Double Twelve Moonlight Gala, and senior Sheng Kongzhi will be present."
Ji Sheng counted them one by one, and smiled strangely: "Senior Xie, you don't allow me to mention the name of Senior Ji Sheng, but you keep letting me get in touch with people related to Senior Ji. It's really strange."
Xie Xuanming said coldly, "What do you want to say?"
"It's nothing." Ji Sheng said, "I just want to sigh that there is a reason for being popular. It's amazing to play people around with one trick and one trick in order to achieve the goal."
"I can't compare to you." Xie Xuanming smiled contemptuously, and said condescendingly, "These days the standard of living has improved, and there are more people who sell art without selling their body. Selling their body and art together... naturally it is worth spending more time."
Xie Xuanming's words were sarcastic, but Ji Sheng shrugged indifferently.
"Business can only hurt." He smiled subtly, "I'm also lucky. I met a man who was ascetic as a performer, and he could get two cents of the wages for a job. I had to choose a means, but it took up a lot of money." Cheap."