Chapter 110

The person Lou Sheng wanted to see was attending an event to promote his new album.

The venue was packed, the temperature was just right, and there were plenty of gifts and free coffee. They were all fans and invited reporters. The live show included small performances, and while the stage wasn't large, there was plenty of variety.

Ying Zhisheng wore a black shirt and black pants, giving him a rather abstinent look. His only accessory was a snake bracelet on his wrist, its dark eyes gleaming in the light, adding a sinister, sinister air to his appearance.

He sang a new song from the album. The intro's low drums and violins gradually intensified, the rhythm unpredictable and varied, and the bridge brought the emotions to a climax. Ying Zhisheng had a good memory, and the drum break was based on the chaotic heartbeat of a night seven years ago.

That night, Lou Sheng invited him to join a couple in the game, and he didn't deny the teasing during the game. He tossed and turned until the early hours of the morning, and in his dream, the boy with a bright smile took off his headphones and whispered his name.

Ying Zhisheng opened his eyes and woke up, his heart beating like a drum. The sound of "boom, boom, boom" was deafening in the silent darkness.

He was kept awake at night by Lou Sheng, and his mind was turned upside down.

He wrote down the sound of his heartbeat that night and wanted to make it into a song.

As expected, the response was very positive. Aside from the annoying and self-serving haters, the livestream viewers and the audience at the event gave it unanimous praise.

Ying Zhisheng curled his lips slightly as he sat on the stage, watching the excited and eager fans. He raised his eyes slightly and saw Lou Sheng, who was floating over everyone's heads.

After Lou Sheng turned into a ghost, he liked to float high up and step on everyone's head. He even stepped on Ying Zhisheng's head. Behind him followed Chen Ji, who was smiling but not smiling.

No way, Chen Ji thought. He had to personally escort the ghost back, holding an umbrella like a butler. No one at the Public Security Bureau could get such a big honor. He had never been so attentive to their director!

No one could see that Lou Sheng was standing behind Ying Zhisheng, hugging his neck and whispering to him:

"Have you seen Chen Ji? He has a bad temper and won't even hold an umbrella. You're really a good person, Ying Zhisheng. I just listened to your new song at the door. It's really good. Is such a high-quality song free?"

Ying Zhisheng was about to nod when Lou Sheng forcibly held his chin in place: "Don't say anything and don't respond to me, or those people will say you're crazy again."

Ying Zhisheng wanted to say that he didn't care, but Lou Sheng put his arms around his neck and leaned over to gently kiss the corner of his mouth.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he was completely unaware that the hand holding the pen on the table was tightening, revealing his surging emotions.

The host on stage was enthusiastic and randomly selected fans to interact with them. He also gave away collectible limited edition cassettes of Ying Zhisheng's early years, which had won multiple awards and were sold for thousands of yuan on a certain trading platform.

A series of prizes including wireless headphones, massagers, ovens, etc. are also prepared, and large red envelopes are continuously distributed in the live broadcast room.

In order to promote this new album, Ying Zhisheng spared no expense and spent money like water to maximize the popularity.

"Zhisheng, Zhisheng?"

When the host called him, Ying Zhisheng, who was quietly holding Lou Sheng's finger, looked up calmly and said with a smile, "I didn't hear you clearly just now. Sorry."

"Ah, it's okay. It's too noisy here, everyone, please be quiet. You have to interact with the fans later, just say a few words."

Lou Sheng applauded, and Ying Zhisheng smiled and said yes.

He is a man of few words, and most of his interactions involve fans asking questions, while he listens carefully and answers with professional knowledge.

"Brother Sheng." A playful girl with a bun on her head stuttered a bit due to her nervousness. "What I want to ask is... uh, uh, if you had to choose a song to represent love, which one would you choose?"

This question was very interesting. The whispers disappeared and everyone was curious about Ying Zhisheng's feelings. Many people took photos and recorded videos with their mobile phones while waiting for the answer.

One should hold on to life in contemplation.

Lou Sheng had already thought of the answer, and sang heartbreakingly: "I will love you until I die!!! It won't be satisfying unless it is fully expressed!!!"

He's here to cause trouble. Ying Zhisheng lowered his head and couldn't help laughing.

Seeing this, the audience began to discuss in low voices about Ying Zhisheng's marriage, and there were different opinions on whether it was true or not.

Ying Zhisheng couldn't stop laughing, and only began to answer the question after Lou Sheng covered his mouth. His lips brushed Lou Sheng's palm, intentionally or not, and his smile deepened. He personally believed: "No song can represent my love. It can't cover the whole process of my meeting, knowing, parting, reuniting, and parting in life and death with that person."

"Then use a song to describe your current relationship status..."

Ying Zhisheng laughed: "That's probably "Comrades: Almost a Love Story"."

Oh, that's a bit disgusting.

Lou Sheng continued to hug Ying Zhisheng's neck, and when he had nothing to do, he counted the number of his eyelashes in his mind.

A boy wearing a mask suddenly challenged the topic and asked, "Can you please respond here and tell me whether this recent scandal is true or false?"

Ying Zhisheng's eyes turned cold, and he said directly, "It's fake."

"Now that you're married, why are your official announcements all featuring wedding photos, while yours only feature a few solo photos of you? Why is that? People are questioning the authenticity of your early marriage and suspecting you're trying to create a deeply affectionate persona."

This question was sharp and touched the hearts of both people.

Lou Sheng tutted in displeasure. Ying Zhisheng covered his mouth with his hands and whispered, "It's okay." He raised his head and looked directly at the aggressive boy: "Because, there's no way I can marry him."

Really gay!

"But I've found the Master, and we'll be together forever."

The whole audience was in an uproar. The host was at a loss as to what to do. Lou Sheng was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand and distanced himself from him, asking, "Are you crazy?"

Fuquan also shouted backstage: "Is he mentally ill? Does he know what he is saying? How can this be made public? It's outrageous!"

Someone stood up, grabbed the microphone, and tried to calm down and ask, "Ying Zhisheng...you once said that the relationship between you and your fans is like friends you've never met, right?"

"right."

"This year marks my eighth year as a fan of yours. Eight years of friendship makes you an old friend. I want to ask you, why has your situation become like this this year? You've been embroiled in scandals and rumors of mental illness. Do you understand what you're doing?"

No matter how dense and terrifying the malice of others is, it is not as heart-wrenching as a few tearful questions from someone who deeply desires you.

No one in the world can understand him.

For a moment, Ying Zhisheng felt like an outlier among the crowd, a lonely soul with nowhere to go. But he only loved one person, and it just so happened that the person he loved died young.

Lou Sheng remained silent, frowning and turning away. He silently said "I'm sorry."

How could it be Lou Sheng's fault? Ying Zhisheng tilted his head, unable to understand. It could be anyone's fault, it could be the world's fault, but it couldn't be the fault of this poor kid.

Half his body was almost numb and unconscious, his fingers were cramped and twisted under the table until they were out of shape. Lou Sheng helped him stretch them out with concern.

Ying Zhisheng looked at the audience with an extremely sad look in his eyes and finally replied: "I don't ask for your support, but please don't oppose me."

Don't oppose him.

Don't object to this broken and forcibly patched relationship.

He will die.