Chapter 51 Story
After exchanging autographs, the two strangers tried to chat.
"Why do you know sign language?" Miao Qingqing asked.
Ren Fenghe was also very curious and stared at Jiang Shen closely.
"There are also fans in my group who can't hear or speak," Jiang Shen said slowly, observing Miao Qingqing's expression as he spoke, fearing that something he said might offend her. "I think, maybe one day, they will stand in front of me. If I know sign language, I can communicate with them normally."
Miao Qingqing sensed his caution and did something that Ms. Miao had done countless times. She waved her hand and typed, "I'm not fragile at all. Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you play a joke on my hell."
Jiang Shen and Ren Fenghe hurriedly shook their heads. This was absolutely not possible!
Miao Qingqing can understand why people who can hear but cannot speak like boy bands, but will people like her who can’t hear also like them?
She typed her doubts to Jiang Shen.
Jiang Shen was also confused, but when he thought that their songs and stage could bring courage and motivation to this type of group, he felt that he must do better.
Seeing that he didn't understand, Miao Qingqing gave an explanation on her own.
She touched her face and then gave a thumbs up.
Because of his handsome face.
Miao Qingqing continued typing.
"I've always wanted to go to a concert and experience what it's like. But would it be weird to go if I can't hear?"
No wonder! Ren Fenghe objected loudly in his heart.
Although, she has only seen one concert, the experience in front of the screen and in person are completely different.
When I arrived at the scene, I was surrounded by like-minded fans. The attribute dolls and small cards hanging on their bags and the cheering fans in their hands gave me a strange yet extremely friendly feeling, which cannot be felt anywhere else.
Happiness arrived before the concert actually started.
"I want to go too!" Ren Fenghe raised his hand and said.
Miao Qingqing recalled the messages her friend had bombarded her with, and asked, "If I remember correctly, your group is going to start a new round of tours at the end of March, right?"
Her friends had sent her many pictures and updates of Jiang Shen's group, saying "Looking at more handsome guys will help you draw handsome guys."
I have to say, it does help a bit, so Miao Qingqing never refuses the messages her friends send her. Therefore, although she is not a fan, she knows a lot of news about their group.
For example, she knew that Jiang Shen was on sick leave.
"Will you go to the show?" Miao Qingqing asked again.
Jiang Shen looked at Ren Fenghe who was raising her hands high beside him, and wanted to tell her cruelly that she couldn't go.
Their troupe could only perform in Hong Kong and Macau, and he was only taking care of her temporarily. He was not her guardian on a legal level, so he could not take her out of the country at all.
Jiang Shen said: "There should be an encore."
A tour lasts at least half a year, and Jiang Shen hopes that during the encore show, he will have the courage to return to the career he loves.
Miao Qingqing just asked casually, but she didn't expect to get the inside information of the encore directly. She made a zipper gesture again: "Don't worry, I will keep it a secret."
She suddenly thought of something and asked, "If I go to see it, do I have to buy a disabled seat?"
Jiang Shen shook his head and said, "There is no mandatory requirement. Fans who are injured or have difficulty in moving before the show will not buy an extra ticket for the special seats. However, we usually arrange for sign language teachers to sit in front of the special seats."
Miao Qingqing understood, she nodded and said: "But you can't understand sign language, right? Then there is really no need for me to buy a special seat, I might as well go to the front row so that I can see the details of the dance moves more clearly."
As they chatted, the two creators from different fields talked about the sources of their inspiration and told stories that had deeply touched them.
Ren Fenghe pricked up her ears and listened attentively to the AI voice calls on her phone. She felt that they were quite kind. They could have typed directly to the other party, but in order to make her feel a little involved, they would let the AI read the text every time.
“It’s time to eat!”
After a busy day, Ms. Miao opened the kitchen door, and a domineering aroma rushed out from behind the door.
As soon as the kitchen door opened, Miao Qingqing and Jiang Shen stood up naturally, one served the dishes and the other placed the chopsticks.
Ren Fenghe was not idle either. He quickly put away the unfinished flying chess game, washed his hands and found a place to sit without anyone worrying about him.
"The coffee table is small and can't hold the food. Everyone has to eat with their bowls." As she spoke, Ms. Miao got an insulated bowl from somewhere, served Ren Fenghe the rice, and quickly peeled a few shrimps for her and put them into the bowl.
Ms. Miao spent a lot of money to prepare a table full of food.
Ren Fenghe counted the dishes on the table.
"one two three……"
Ms. Miao prepared eight dishes in total.
Ms. Miao, who had been busy in the stuffy kitchen for an entire afternoon, now had a ruddy complexion and sweat on her forehead, but she looked very satisfied. She took a photo first, then waved her hand as if granting amnesty to the world: "Let's eat!"
Gurgle--Rustle--
The soda made a cool sound as it poured into the glass.
Ren Fenghe ate and drank soda with gusto. Every dish on the table suited her taste. She picked up the food with her chopsticks one after another and couldn't stop eating.
No one present said anything to spoil the mood like “It’s such a waste to cook so much and not be able to finish it”, because everyone knew that this table of food was Ms. Miao’s sincere gift.
Children just need to concentrate on eating, but adults should chat while eating.
It was not easy to eat because she was typing on her mobile phone. When we started chatting, Ms. Miao acted as an interpreter, and her mouth and hands were busy.
As they were talking, they returned to talking about the concert.
"She asked, 'Are there any fans like her who have impressed you?" Ms. Miao recounted.
They openly talked about their physical defects, and Ms. Miao added: "They are physically imperfect."
Jiang Shen, who was reminiscing, didn't notice that Ren Fenghe, who was sitting next to him and stuffing food into his mouth, unconsciously slowed down his eating speed and even glanced at him several times.
Of course there are special fans who left a deep impression on Jiang Shen, but she is not one of them.
When she was watching the concert, she sat in the first row inside the venue, not in a special seat, and she was wearing long pants, so no one noticed that there was something wrong with her legs.
Jiang Shen recalled and said: "Yes, every time we release a new album, we will have a book signing event. At that time, a fan with a language barrier came on stage to sign books. Although she couldn't speak, she prepared a very long letter for each of us."
Jiang Shen has always believed that the greatest happiness that an idol can get comes from fans.
The feeling brought by such a letter, which took so much thought to write, cannot be expressed in words.
"I started learning sign language because of this fan. I hope I can talk to her in person next time she comes."
Jiang Shen smiled sheepishly and said, "But this hope is probably impossible to realize. My sign language is so poor."
Three pairs of eyes looked at him at the same time, all obviously interested in the entertainment industry and hoping that he would say more.
Jiang Shen had no choice but to continue: "There is another fan who left a deep impression on me. She was at the concert and she didn't sit in the special seats. The members and I didn't know her physical condition."
"There will be an intermission of about eight minutes in our concerts. During this time, we will play a skit we filmed on the stage, or play songs for fans to sing together or dance randomly. During this time, we will touch up our makeup, change clothes, and adjust our state backstage."
"At that time, the staff member who was doing my makeup said that she had been backstage for too long and wanted to go out for some fresh air. When she walked outside, she saw a fan holding onto the wall and slowly walking towards the restroom. At that time, the concert was still going on, and most fans were in their seats. Security forces were also concentrated inside the venue. She was worried that the fan might feel unwell and get into an accident and no one would notice, so she followed him."
"Then she saw the fan walk into the empty restroom and roll up his trouser legs..."
Ren Fenghe, who had been eating and listening attentively, suddenly stopped moving as if petrified.
She looked at Jiang Shen in disbelief.
Jiang Shen recalled.
Amid a commotion backstage, several coat racks hung with clothes were pulled forward by the staff, making a "clattering" sound as the pulleys rolled.
Eight coat racks were neatly arranged. To make identification easier, the staff tied corresponding cheering fans at the front to remind the stylists and the idols who had just come off the stage who the clothes belonged to.
Jiang Shen panted, reached out to take the bottle of mineral water handed to him by his agent, took a few big gulps, and finished half of the bottle of water in a blink of an eye.
Several stylists gathered around and started working quickly with clear division of labor.
Eight minutes sounds long, but there is almost no time left for rest.
A stylist quickly wiped the sweat off his face without ruining his makeup, and had already prepared a set of clothes for the next show. When the sweat on his face was almost wiped off, the assistant next to him quickly opened the curtain, and he wiped the sweat off his body inside the curtain and quickly changed into clothes for the next show.
After changing his clothes and sitting down, one stylist restyled his hair while another put on his makeup.
These stylists follow Jiang Shen to every concert. They are already familiar with each other and are very proficient in this kind of process. They can chat while doing their own work.
Jiang Shen was still calming down and listening to them quietly.
"Just now when I was outside getting some fresh air, I saw a fan walking towards the restroom. He looked like he was not feeling well," said one of the stylists.
Jiang Shen raised his eyes and looked at her.
"At this time, everyone was basically watching the performance, and the staff were mostly gathered near the stage. I followed them in case something happened."
As a result, I saw her go into the bathroom, look around, and roll up her trouser legs..."
The stylist tried to keep the question in suspense, but before he could finish, he was glared at by his colleague next to him.
The stylist was glared at and then she became quiet. She said mysteriously, "Have you seen the movie? When she pulls up her pants, she has mechanical legs! So cool!"
Jiang Shen and the other stylists were stunned at the same time.
"Doesn't that mean she had an amputation?" said another stylist.
"Yeah." The stylist who saw it with his own eyes sighed.
"She pulled her trouser legs down to her thighs and kept scratching her legs, and there were a lot of scars on her thighs..."
She paused, recalling the scene at that time. Although the other person was a stranger, her tone was full of sympathy and heartache. She said: "Later, when she saw me, she immediately put down her trouser legs, her whole body tensed up, and she looked at me panickedly for several times, then turned around and hurried away."
At this time, Jiang Shen, who had been silent, asked: "Is she heading towards the special seats?"
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