After the performance, Nirvana returned to the backstage dressing room, changed into doll clothes, and prepared to go back to the dormitory.
Zhou Wuyou took off the headgear as soon as he got off the stage: "I was almost stupid because of myself, I didn't tell us before I came here that we can still order songs!"
Huang Sizhe scolded: "It's promising, why panic when you play two tigers, the sound almost floated into the sky, shame on you."
"The TV station is so big that a camera is in front of it, how can I not be nervous!" Zhou Wuyou turned his head and rejoiced, "Fortunately, there is Xiao Hui, who sang and sang to stabilize the rhythm and melody."
When performing the heavy metal version of Two Tigers, the members of Nirvana were still trembling for a while whether to sing, who would sing, and how to sing. Before they could figure out what was going on, Ji Sheng leaned over to Mike and did all the drumming and singing by himself.
His own drummer suddenly threw out a skill he had never seen before, and the members of Nirvana were relieved, but also had some doubts.
"You can sing?" Huang Sizhe asked with a frown.
Ji Sheng took off his gloves and wiped his hands with paper: "I used to be the lead singer."
"I didn't hear you say that." Huang Sizhe chased after him.
"It happened when I went underground." Ji Sheng said, "I haven't practiced much since I became a drummer. I can't sing well, so I'm sorry to mention it."
Ji Hui was originally a shy character. He said this, and the members didn't intend to press him. After all, no one has a life in the underground. Zhou Wuyou, a bum drummer who can't even hold the drumsticks, is still doing odd jobs underground. There have been a few bands who pretended to be drummers, let alone singing, which can be done by anyone regardless of whether it is pleasant or not.
Huang Sizhe was about to say something, but there were a few arguments at the door of the dressing room.
"I want to see the drummer in the band."
"Sorry, the band members are resting, no one is there."
"Is it okay to just meet once? I just want to say a few words to him."
"Sorry, no."
Outside the door of the dressing room, Miss Zhan looked earnest, and sincerely wanted to meet the drummer who was too similar in appearance and style to her dead idol, and wanted to have a few words with him, even if it was just a meeting.
But the manager got Xie Xuanming's order to protect Ji Sheng. The unknown person was peeping in the dark, and he didn't know when or legally to do it again. The danger in the dark is always the deadliest, even if it is a slender girl, the manager and bodyguard are not at ease to let her go.
The two were sawing and the door opened.
"Brother Wang, let her in." Ji Sheng stood at the door, "It's a friend I know."
The agent was silent for a while. Look at Miss Zhan whose eyes were red immediately after seeing Ji Sheng, and then look at Ji Sheng with gentle eyes.
The boss's little lover was approached by a crying girl...
The bodyguard and manager thought blankly.
Thank you boss, your head may be a little green.
He considered it and said:
"Have you mentioned this to Mr. Xie?"
Huang Sizhe listened to the entire conversation between the two in the room, and flew into a rage: "None of his business! He's a gibbon? Does Ji Hui care about any friends he makes?"
The manager glanced at him coldly, then continued to look at Ji Sheng: "Mr. Xie allows you to see her?"
Ji Sheng snatched Huang Sizhe, who was still about to explode, and explained: "Brother Wang, you misunderstood, this is probably a music fan or a fan... Senior Xie probably didn't let you stop me from seeing anyone at all. It's not good to block girls out of the door." It's too polite, let people come in first."
The manager looked at him indifferently for a while, and made way.
Sister Zhan entered the lounge, just as her eyes fell on Ji Sheng's face, her eyes turned red, and tears couldn't stop falling down.
A strange girl came in, looked at Ji Sheng and cried without saying a word.
The members of Nirvana had never seen this scene before, they looked at each other for a while, and remained silent simultaneously in embarrassment.
Ji Sheng took out a tissue, handed it over, and said gently, "What's the matter?"
"Thank you." Ms. Zhan took the tissue. She didn't know why she came here, but she had a strong voice in her heart, demanding to see the drummer. She wiped away her tears and said nonsense, "You play the drums very well."
"Thank you." Ji Sheng said.
Sister Zhan sobbed for a while and calmed down a little.
"Your drumming style is very similar to a person." She looked up at Ji Sheng, "When I met him, he was about your age, he had no money, and he ran around with drumsticks in small commercial performances. He couldn't afford to release an album, did he go on tour? Qian Kai, but still very confident that he will be popular, he will let more people know that he is the best drummer... Later he was indeed famous, just, just... "
She couldn't go on, and started to sob again. There was silence in the lounge, only the voice of Sister Zhan holding back her tears: "You really look like him. When I saw your performance, I thought he was Came back from heaven... it might be rude to say that, but I really can't help it...”
Huang Sizhe seemed to want to speak, but was warned by Ji Sheng and Lu Haoren at the same time, scratched his head irritably, and kept silent.
"I understand." Ji Sheng handed her another tissue and said softly, "With fans like you, even if he goes to another world, that drummer will feel happy."
Sister Zhan's shoulders stiffened and she burst into tears.
Before leaving, she asked with red eyes: "I just took some photos of you during the performance, can I put them on the Internet?"
"Of course." Ji Sheng said.
Sister Zhan took a deep look at him, bowed and said thank you, then turned and left.
After Miss Zhan left, Huang Sizhe endured it, and finally said: "The drummer she mentioned..."
"My name is Ji Sheng. He passed away in a car accident at the beginning of the year." Lu Haoren reminded him in a low voice.
"Oh." Huang Sizhe stopped talking.
The atmosphere in the dressing room was a little depressed. At this moment, the door opened again, and the manager brought a person in.
Ji Sheng didn't see the person clearly, Huang Sizhe jumped up again after rubbing against him, his voice was tense: "Why did you bring him here?"
Ji Sheng raised his head and was taken aback.
Xie Xuanming walked out from behind his manager, glanced coldly at Huang Sizhe, who was obviously hostile, and turned his head to ask, "This one?"
The agent said calmly: "The bass player of the band, named Huang Sizhe, is young, impatient and immature."
His manager lured wolves into the house, and even blatantly reported information to sell him, Huang Sizhe choked, and became even more angry.
He also guessed that this manager must be under Xie Xuanming's staff, and Xie Xuanming's casual words could determine the life and death of the Nirvana band, so he could only grit his teeth and swallow his anger.
Xie Xuanming didn't care about Huang Sizhe's hatred towards him at all, and he didn't even bother to give this brat a good look. From the moment he entered the door, his attention was only on Ji Sheng.
"Ji Hui, come out." Xie Xuanming called out flatly, turned around and left the lounge.
Huang Sizhe exploded completely. He grabbed Ji Sheng's wrist, who was about to leave, "Go when he tells you to go?! When will you change your useless character like a bun?"
Ji Sheng said calmly: "Senior Xie for funding our performance, it is appropriate to thank you in person."
"The way you thank him is to sleep with him?!"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Huang Sizhe regretted it.
Huang Sizhe wanted to make amends, but the eyes of all the members came together. Although everyone is tacitly aware of this matter, knowing and revealing it face to face are two concepts after all.
There was no warmth on Ji Sheng's face, he was no longer in the mood to explain to the ambiguous child, his expression quickly changed from patience to indifference: "Let go."
Ji Sheng's eyes were cold, Huang Sizhe let go subconsciously, and when he realized it, he had already opened the door and left.
Xie Xuanming waited outside the door, saw Ji Sheng come out, and said to himself: "Your band looks good, and they all look quite upright."
Ji Sheng heard the connotation of his words, and his eyelids twitched: "They are all musicians who play music seriously, seniors should not think too much."
"That means you're not serious about playing music?"
"...I don't mean that."
"That is to mock my dirty mind and force me to be a prostitute?"
"..."
Ji Sheng was speechless.
Xie Xuanming is now his benefactor, and it is obviously not a wise choice to argue with the benefactor.
His silence is golden, but Xie Xuanming did not stop his will, he sneered and said: "You are very popular, especially the bass player, who cares about you very much."
He dragged the cannonball on others again, and Ji Sheng sighed: "It's just an immature child who hasn't experienced the beatings of the society, seniors don't care about him."
Xie Xuanming was noncommittal, and said coldly: "You are protecting him."
"..." Ji Sheng was a little weak.
"I'm surprised." Xie Xuanming smiled eccentrically, "You drummers, one or two of you have a soft spot for bass."
In the previous life, Ji Sheng's ex-boyfriend Sheng Kongzhi was a bass player.
Ji Sheng knew that he was venting his anger, lowered his eyes, and changed the subject obediently: "Senior, what's the matter with me?"
"Notify you to move out of the dormitory today."
Where to move, no need to ask.
Ji Sheng has no right to object and does not intend to object. The more time he spends with Xie Xuanming, the more opportunities he has to get the information he needs. He said, "Then I will pack my things today and move tomorrow..."
"Come over tonight." Xie Xuanming interrupted
What a tyrant.
Ji Sheng was helpless in his heart, but his face remained calm: "Then I'll go back to the dormitory to pack my toiletries..."
"Don't bring those dirty things into the house." Xie Xuanming said coldly, "Write down a list of what you need, and just buy it again."
"..." Ji Sheng recalled the shabby two-digit number in his mobile phone account, and he had a rare real feeling, "You are really rich."
Xie Xuanming made a final decision: "Write now."
The most indispensable thing in a place like a school is paper and pens, although I don't know why Xie Xuanming didn't let himself send the electronic version of the list directly. But Ji Sheng didn't have much to say, so he borrowed a pen and paper, and quickly listed the daily necessities he needed.
Before his death, Ji Shengsuan lived a delicate life, and basically only used his favorite brands for daily necessities, and he would feel uncomfortable without the familiar products.
But after his rebirth, his financial situation was really difficult, and the one and a half months of lying down had almost worn away his picky and stinking problems, and he was also willing (forced) to accept the reality of what was useful.
Now Xie Xuanming offered to pay the bill.
It's not his own card, so Ji Sheng is naturally happy.
He didn't wrong himself, brushed the nib of the pen, and wrote happily.
When handing the list to Xie Xuanming, Ji Sheng even emphasized: "Toothpaste needs children's toothpaste."
Xie Xuanming took a full A4, glanced at it, and the corners of his eyes slightly twitched.
He commented coldly: "There are so many demands."
"Lemon or orange."
"...Don't push your nose on your face."
"Preferably lemon flavored."
"Don't, push your nose and touch your face."
"is it okay?"
"..."
"Row."
The author has something to say:
Xie Yingdi
Facing the well-behaved and docile Canary: Climb (Perverted Killer Face)
Facing the wild sparrows with their teeth and claws: Obediently buy lemon-flavored children's toothpaste, and even have the urge to get started
In summary, domestic flowers are not as fragrant as wild flowers