Ji Sheng lay on his stomach in a daze, feeling a little pain in his forehead, maybe he hit something.
His head was buzzing with pain, and it took him a long time to bear the pain and prop up his body.
However, when he raised his head and met Xie Xuanming's cold gaze, he no longer felt the pain.
In its place is fear.
As expected of an actor, his nostrils have an unparalleled aura of domineering.
Before he could utter the typical flattering words of slapping a horse's ass on a horse's leg, Xie Xuanming told him the real arrogance of a king with facts.
Xie Xuanming raised his knee and directly pushed Ji Sheng off his body.
Ji Sheng bumped into the door frame, the pain in his forehead didn't heal, and his back was severely injured, he unconsciously felt pain in his lower back.
Xie Xuanming stood up, glanced sideways at the sprawling sofa bed, and cast down his eyes at Ji Sheng, who was also on his back, twitched the corner of his mouth in distaste, and stretched out his legs to kick him lightly.
"If you want to move, move it."
Ji Sheng was in distress, but Xie Xuanming's tone was already pessimistic, he didn't dare to dance in the minefield anymore, he got up and set out enduring the pain.
Ji Sheng first dragged the small retired sofa out of the door with difficulty, and then began to move the sofa bed.
Difficulties are difficult because they exist all the time.
And invincible.
At the bend between the foot of the bed and the wall, the sofa bed got stuck again, Ji Sheng struggled for a long time, his temples throbbed violently, but it didn't help at all.
Xie Xuanming watched him show the lower limit of human mobility with cold eyes, and said coolly: "You can turn it sideways."
"I... can't come here." Ji Sheng gritted his teeth, sweat dripping from his brow.
Xie Xuanming felt that he had swallowed two dirty words, but there was no evidence.
He moved over: "Get out of the way."
Ji Sheng was relieved, and Xie Xuanming threw his arm against the wall.
The sofa bed is not very heavy, Xie Xuanming easily turned it sideways and put it on the original position of the small sofa.
Ji Sheng watched from the sidelines, muttering in his heart that with his arm strength, no wonder he could knock people away with one punch...
When Ji Sheng was observing Xie Xuanming, Xie Xuanming was also observing Ji Sheng.
Ji Sheng stood aside, beating his arms constantly, looking really tired.
"You really don't look like a drummer with your arm strength." Xie Xuanming commented abruptly.
Ji Sheng stopped kneading and kneading: "I strained from the performance yesterday."
"Really." Xie Xuanming took two steps forward and started his hand without measure. His tiger's mouth opened to wrap most of his arm, and the palm was against the beating nerve under the skin. "Then you can really bear it."
Ji Sheng got goose bumps all over his body, and moved unnaturally: "Expression management is better."
"Oh." Xie Xuanming said inexplicably, when he let go, his fingers brushed against his earlobe intentionally or unintentionally.
Expression management is better,
The ears are all red.
After the Double Twelve performance, "Ji Hui" gained a little fame in the circle, and led the Nirvana band to take on a lot of jobs.
In the next period of time, Ji Sheng followed Nirvana to business shows or music festivals.
His solid basic skills and years of stage experience make every performance amazing, and the released repo photos and pen-hold shots can always amaze the public.
The company had the foresight to set up a personal Weibo account for him.
After several performances, Ji Sheng's Weibo fans have broken through the 500,000 mark from zero, and because the company is too poor and has no money to buy fans, this number of fans is a real and undiluted statistic.
At the end of the intensive itinerary and a short rest period came, Ji Sheng received a message from Sheng Kongzhi.
Sheng Kongzhi: [Hi Ji Hui, are you free on Thursday?]
Sheng Kongzhi: [I want to talk to you about something, I'm sorry if I disturb you.]
This is not a connection that Sheng Kongzhi came up with on a whim.
Ever since he added Ji Sheng's WeChat, he came to say hello every now and then. It's a pity that Ji Sheng's response is always not salty, and the tone of coping is matched with the classic emoji on the mobile phone, making Sheng Kong Zhiyi as humble as a dog licking a goddess.
However, dog licking is expensive to persist, and Sheng Kongzhi has not been hit. He still tirelessly insists on having an awkward chat with the "goddess", and even launched a general attack on the "goddess" to meet offline.
Looking at his invitation to meet, Ji Sheng casually twirled the drum stick. Although he has perseverance in licking dogs, there is still a mad dog living beside him.
As for Xie Xuanming's bad temper, which even the gods can't touch, knowing that his nominal Bao Yangke had an affair with his sworn enemy, he didn't know what to get nervous about.
Thinking about it, Ji Sheng put "I'm sorry I have a schedule that day" on the sending box.
However, he hasn't sent it yet, Sheng Kongzhi said again.
[It's about Xie Xuanming and a friend of mine. After thinking about it, I still think you have the right and need to know about it.]
The finger that was about to press the send button froze, Ji Sheng clicked X, deleted the existing content, and typed the reply again.
[What time next Thursday?]
At nine o'clock next Thursday night, Ji Sheng pushed open the door of a box in a private club.
This clubhouse pays the most attention to the privacy protection of guests. The remote location and the design of double-layer one-way glass make it a common place for entertainers in the entertainment circle to gather.
When Ji Sheng arrived, Sheng Kongzhi was already waiting in the box. Seeing him coming in, Sheng Kongzhi got up: "Sorry, I have a schedule before, so I can only make an appointment so late."
"It's okay." Ji Sheng pulled the chair and took a seat, and said without any nonsense, "What is the thing that Senior Sheng said 'I have the right' to know?"
Sheng Kongzhi didn't expect him to get straight to the point as soon as he came, he paused for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Do you want to drink something first? The cocktails here are pretty good, we can sit and chat slowly."
"Thank you, no need, I'm a bit allergic to alcohol. I'm in a hurry to go back too." Ji Sheng said, "Is the friend the senior mentioned is the deceased Senior Ji Sheng?"
Sheng Kongzhi's smile gradually faded from his face, he was silent for two seconds, then nodded slightly: "Yes."
"Oh." Ji Sheng said, "Although it may offend you, I heard that the senior seems to have...disrespected you..."
"Fake." Sheng Kongzhi suddenly interrupted him, "Those were fabricated by the media."
"Oh." Ji Sheng apologized with a slightly subtle expression, "I offended you. I saw your company youth sent out a draft and a lawyer's letter, and I thought... and no one came out to clarify when Senior Ji Sheng was born. , That's why I believed the rumors, I'm sorry."
What he said was sincere, but it pierced Sheng Kong's confidant thoroughly.
Why did the rumors intensify
Because Sheng Kongzhi, the key person who knew the truth, chose to remain silent.
Ji Sheng looked at Sheng Kongzhi calmly, seeing a few traces of pain and regret slipping across his gentle face, he still didn't move his eyes away.
After a while, Sheng Kongzhi said hoarsely: "It's okay."
He also said: "Ji Sheng's matter... the situation at that time was more complicated. At that time, the company and I wanted to protect him as much as possible. How could Xie Xuanming get in the way and disrupt the plan, and finally turned into this..."
"Oh." Ji Sheng said, "What did Senior Xie do?"
"He provoked the relationship between Ji Sheng and me, made Ji Sheng no longer trust me and the company, and then made a series of uncontrollable behaviors... As a result, the company's further public relations work cannot be carried out..."
"Why did Xie Xuanming do this?"
"I don't know." Sheng Kongzhi said, "Maybe he wanted to harm Qingchu's interests, or it might be out of personal affection."
"Oh." Ji Sheng said.
affair.
Sheng Kongzhi didn't seem to want to continue talking about this topic, he rubbed his temples with a bit of bitterness on his face.
"I often think, if I had enough ability to protect him at that time, he probably wouldn't..." Sheng Kongzhi couldn't continue, he took a deep breath, "Ji Hui, I don't want to see the same tragedy happen again, you are a very good person Drummer, you need the platform and the space to showcase, not be stuck next to a lunatic as his bedmate."
He looked sincere and spoke sincerely.
"I know it's not good to slander others behind their backs like this, but you must have discovered when you get along with Xie Xuanming that Xie Xuanming is not a good choice that you can trust and rely on. I hope you can think about your future... and for my own sake Emotion, you come to Qingchu and get a good development, so Qingchu and I have a chance to make up for Ji Sheng's miss."
After Sheng Kongzhi finished speaking for a while, Ji Sheng didn't speak.
Well said.
he thinks,
He understates his responsibilities and faults lightly, and hypocritically covers up a new face for those who cannot speak.
Well said.
At once, all the fine-grained pains of my previous life were recalled, and the pain became dense and dense like erosion.
After ten seconds of silence, Ji Sheng said:
"Senior Sheng, the dead cannot be compensated, they are settled the moment their lives end. Compensating the dead is meaningless and hypocritical, and trying to compensate the dead by doing good to others is even more foolish. "
Ji Sheng looked at Sheng Kongzhi whose face was suddenly pale, got up, and said softly, "However, you don't really mean to make up, but you just want to reduce your own guilt."
After finishing speaking, he left the embarrassing Sheng Kongzhi behind, turned and left the box.
There is no rental at the entrance of the clubhouse, but there is a special car to send guests back.
The waiter skillfully pulled the door for Ji Sheng, and Ji Sheng bowed and got into one.
"Where are you going sir?" the driver asked
"Wait a minute." Ji Sheng held on to the handle, and the veins on the back of his hand surged up.
With his other hand covering his stomach, he scratched and crumpled his clothes with five fingers.
Ji Sheng endured the nausea and pain like bone erosion, and muttered to himself: "Let me take it easy."
Meeting old acquaintances can't be as calm and breezy as imagined, Ji Sheng took a while to recover, and found that his phone was vibrating all the time, and there were still two missed calls on the screen.
He groped in the dark, sliding his trembling fingers on the screen three or two times before connecting.
"Hi." He said dryly.
There was heavy breathing on the other end of the phone, but no one answered.
Ji Sheng cheered up, took the phone from his ear, looked at the name of the person on the screen, was taken aback, put it back to his ear, and said hesitantly: "Xie Xuanming... Senior?"
It was still the silence that only heard the sound of breathing.
"Is there a problem?"
"Come here." Xie Xuanming finally spoke, his voice hoarse and slurred.
"I give you the address, and it will appear in front of my eyes within fifteen minutes."
Ji Sheng didn't know, so he hung up the phone and saw the address.
He froze.
It's a cemetery.