Chapter 122

As life gradually settled down, the tears and pain became fewer and less, forgotten. When the news of his retirement was released, the entire internet was in uproar, with everyone agreeing that this decision was inextricably linked to the massive and intense online violence that had been going on recently.

He received unprecedented sympathy and care. Although the pain of the past was still vivid in people's minds, netizens had to start writing short essays after the matter had been concluded, indignantly condemning the cyber violence and standing on Ying Zhisheng's side.

How many of them have cursed and spread rumors about Ying Zhisheng, and taken the opportunity to throw mud at him and step on him? Three or four out of ten are just fence-sitters who can't stand up straight and are swayed by the wind. Don't take them to heart.

Aside from the fact that I always carry an umbrella when I go out, which sometimes attracts some gossip, overall the public opinion environment is much quieter now.

Moreover, Fuquan was also frantically suing the black market. After terminating its contracts with major sponsoring brands, the studio focused on suing the black market and never looked back. Under the boss's instructions, they compiled a list of those who took advantage of the situation and circulated it online.

Netizens were about to begin their new round of trial and strangulation, while Ying Zhisheng, the victim, watched coldly. He also accompanied Lou Sheng on a mountain hike.

Well, I went hiking with Lou Sheng tonight. Ying Zhisheng was wearing a mask, his forehead slightly sweaty. With a turn of his head, Lou Sheng floated twenty meters away, and then floated back in a flash.

"I'm not tired," Lou Sheng said proudly, spreading his hands and raising his eyebrows. "Come on, big star, you two can't do it alone, especially Assistant Tao and Uncle Cheng Zhi, who are so far behind that they can no longer be seen."

Ying Zhisheng looked at him quietly, his eyes narrowed: "You are cheating."

There was nothing wrong with what he said, but Lou Sheng waved his hand and stroked his hair confidently: "If you think it's unfair, I'll let you run for five minutes first."

Ying Zhisheng couldn't help but laugh, a low, uncontrollable laugh. He imitated Lou Sheng's hair-stroking motion, lowered his hand, and reasoned, "Five minutes might not be enough, because I can't really leave you."

Hi. Lou Sheng put his cold hand against his face and smiled, "You're so corny."

He held the icy hand on his face and pressed it against hers, his eyes filled with uncontrollable attachment and love that was about to burst out.

"Lou Sheng, I will be happy if you are happy."

…

Time flies. During these three months, Ying Zhisheng focused on his farewell concert with his fans.

The 130,000 tickets for the concert were sold out at an unprecedented low price as soon as they went on sale, setting a record for the fastest sell-out of over 100,000 tickets in the industry.

A bunch of people were busy running around, and Lou Sheng couldn't help, so he just floated around and blew wind for them.

"It's amazing! Even with the roof closed, there's still a gust of wind blowing overhead. It's been so cold these past few days, I'm even catching a cold."

"Shut up! Even with all this work, you can't shut up!"

"Last time I was smoking, the lighter had just been lit when an evil wind blew it out."

"That time was even more bizarre! Damn it! When I was peeing in the back corner, leaves started falling all over my head! I don't know what happened!"

"Shut up!"

The man was still chattering, and Lou Sheng kindly helped to cover his mouth. Then, the venue became chaotic and noisy.

Humming Ying Zhisheng's new song, he went backstage. His humming was perfect in tune, after all, the original singer had patiently taught him word for word. This was especially true when they were teaching him "My Favorite Boy," a song with a rather earthy title that Lou Sheng had initially teased him about. Slowly, the two of them became entangled in an ambiguous, tender, and lingering relationship. Every few lines, Ying Zhisheng would cup Lou Sheng's face and gently kiss him, from the corners of his eyes to his lips, then deep, lingering kisses down to his chin and neck, lingering on his Adam's apple. If Lou Sheng tried to avoid him, he'd nibble on it.

"Someone was yelling about ghosts just now. I guess Lou Sheng did something." Fuquan had seen through everything and sat on a chair cracking melon seeds: "This kid is really naughty. He bullies others just because he thinks he's a ghost."

Ying Zhisheng smiled, his head bowed. Lou Sheng had frightened him before. At first, when he felt the spirit appear beside him, his heart was pounding, his hands and feet were weak, and he could only lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. But at that time, he hadn't slept for so long that he was worried that he would suddenly die and miss Lou Sheng again.

Because you care too much, you hesitate and look back.

Lou Sheng suddenly returned, hugged Ying Zhisheng from behind, and said happily, "The concert starts tomorrow! You performed so well in rehearsal!"

Assistant Tao was wiping tears with a tissue. "My dad was hospitalized because I didn't want to get married. Lou Sheng..."

“…”

Lou Sheng hesitated to tell him that Aunt Hong had started introducing a male ghost to Zhenzhen. It was said to be a handsome 18-year-old boy who had recently died. Lou Sheng wanted to see what he looked like, but Ying Zhisheng refused.

There were special arrangements for this concert. However, it is worth noting that some people online threatened to attack fans attending the concert with knives, and some even threatened to throw sulfuric acid or blood. For a time, people were in a state of panic, so Ying Zhisheng contacted their security company, and the local police station also sent people to maintain order.

When the concert started, many people came with all their might, and those incompetent and furious threats became a joke in the crowded stadium and were blown away by the wind.

The peanut army offline cooperated with the security check very well, smiling politely, with expectant smiles on their faces, mixed with sadness of the impending farewell.

Looking around, people were everywhere, waving and flashing in a dazzling sea of ​​lights. A large screen played carefully choreographed silhouettes, lying down and standing up, lying down and standing up again, reflecting Ying Zhisheng's life of impending death and regaining hope, repeating over and over again.

His black hair was streaked with silver, and he wore a well-tailored gray suit. He was tall and had long legs. Ying Zhisheng adjusted his headset, raised his hand to check the time, and acted like a reserved and elegant gentleman, waiting for his young master, Lou, to arrive.

The theme of this concert is "Running Towards Death".

The entire audience was silent, the air seemed frozen. Lou Sheng hadn't expected the theme of this concert to be something like this, so he turned to look at Ying Zhisheng.

Ying Zhisheng stared at the four big words with anticipation, which made Lou Sheng unable to even force a smile.

Idiot, what are you doing?

Lou Sheng held Ying Zhisheng's hand, interlocking their fingers. Worried about outside public opinion, he put his face against the other's neck to gain reassurance.

Perhaps the theme of this concert is that so-called art is the gap and barrier between geniuses and ordinary people.

Perhaps the fans present had already vaguely sensed the undercurrent beneath the calm, the madness beneath the normal appearance.

The atmosphere at the concert was fantastic. Ying Zhisheng sang and walked, something he'd never done before, and even jumped around a bit. Flower baskets rained down from the sky, colorful ribbons danced everywhere, the night sky was full of stars overhead, and beneath his feet were rows of lights shining down directly on the ground.

"Next, the song I'm going to sing for you is..."

Everyone stared at the stage intently, full of anticipation.

"I'm in love with you, you—"

The whole audience cheered and shouted, the sound rolling like waves: "Great victory——"

Ying Zhisheng raised his eyebrows, then smiled helplessly. He picked up the phone and said, "I really love him."

"Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"We know!"

"Ahhhhhhh! We love him too! Don't cry when you have a baby!"

"Ying Zhisheng got what he wanted! Woohoo, we all know that!"

As the prelude began, silence returned to the venue. Someone in the center of the stage whispered to the right side, "I'm in love with you. You'll always win."

There stood Lou Sheng, unable to recover from his shock.

…

The last song of the concert was "Wish for Eternal Life", a song that Ying Zhisheng had abandoned and once hated.

——"I can be a dead tree or a barren mountain, or I can be evergreen, and you are my only hope."

"And you are my only hope."

Ying Zhisheng bowed slightly toward the audience and extended his right hand. He was inviting Lou Sheng to waltz; after all, it had been agreed in advance, and he quickly got a response.

This is a crazy decision.

There were two boys. At the beginning, Lou Sheng was the one who danced the female step, but he was not used to it and kept stepping on his feet. He was also a little anxious and annoyed. In the end, Ying Zhishengtuo took the initiative to compromise and dance the female step.

Perhaps, face and other things are not as important as whether Lou Sheng is happy.

Lou Sheng tried to exchange with him again, and he agreed.

On the stage, Ying Zhisheng was alone facing the air, his right hand hanging loosely in the air, his expression gentle and intoxicated as he danced.

He is hugging his lover.

The number one trending search said Ying Zhisheng was a lunatic.

Lou Sheng, feeling heavy-hearted, turned clumsily around and heard Ying Zhisheng whisper, "I love you."

He lowered his eyes and wanted to cry.