Chapter 29 After the Show (1)
Lou Sheng really wanted to push the man back into the water to stop his crazy behavior.
The person in the bathtub was shirtless. Lou Sheng controlled his eyes and didn't dare to look at him any longer. He left a word "Wash quickly" and quickly floated away.
Ying Zhisheng tightened his fingers, but couldn't catch Lou Sheng, who had left without a second thought. He held his forehead with his hand, smiled wryly, and opened his hand again to admire the shimmering, ornate snake bracelet on his wrist. Drops of water trickled down his arm muscles, gathering on his fingertips and dripping.
After taking a shower, Ying Zhisheng swallowed a few sleeping pills and went to sleep.
After a long moment, Lou Sheng slowly crawled out from under the bed. The bright moonlight shone on the face of the sleeping figure, making the three-dimensional features even more eye-catching. At this moment, he truly believed that Ying Zhisheng was a flower from the mountaintop, untainted by dust.
Lou Sheng stood by the window, gazing at the crescent moon in the night sky, his eyes heavy and complicated. Thinking of Ying Zhisheng's silence after taking a bath, after some hesitation, Lou Sheng finally entered his dream.
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It's raining.
The fast-moving rain pelted the leaves, soaking the cement road and forming small puddles in the potholes and uneven surfaces. The puddles reflected the gray-black sky, and suddenly a tire ran over them, splashing mud and water everywhere.
It was this day.
Lou Sheng stood at the hospital entrance, stunned and unable to recover.
People coming and going passed by him, and he looked around for Ying Zhisheng who was going to the department store opposite to buy an umbrella.
A tall and thin boy from across the street walked over with an umbrella. As the umbrella was raised, the lower half of his face, which was covered by a black mask, was slowly revealed.
Thinking of this day, Lou Sheng's heart suddenly tightened. Standing under the eaves to avoid the rain, he took half a step forward. His shoulders were stained with moisture from the heavy rain. A drop of rain brushed against his eyelashes and hit his cheek. He and the pair of eyes, as gray as the sky, looked at each other across the traffic and the crowd of people hiding from the rain.
Ying Zhisheng walked to the eaves, pulled Lou Sheng over, and the two of them walked aimlessly in the rain, umbrella in hand. This was also what had happened before, with the two people's mindsets differing.
It was Lou Sheng who suggested seeing a psychologist to test whether he was gay.
Good friends stayed overnight, and they kissed for no apparent reason, biting the corners of their lips. Lou Sheng felt that their way of getting along was wrong, and his own behavior was unreasonable.
At that age, he was slow and naive, with only a vague understanding of love, unable to distinguish between irresistible love and rare friendship. Homosexuality was also a difficult secret to talk about. Lou Sheng wanted to take a psychological test with Ying Zhisheng.
The two of them understood each other tacitly, and neither of them exposed it.
This wasn't a replay of memories from the past; it was a dream. Next to him was the twenty-three-year-old, already renowned Ying Zhisheng, not the withdrawn, taciturn teenager.
Lou Sheng's steps stumbled slightly. That day, on the way home after getting the test results, the two of them were walking under an umbrella in the pouring rain. What did he say?
How to react, how to feel.
At that time, he pretended to be nonchalant and sighed, "I was so scared. I thought I was gay... No, this test is quite interesting. You have to answer questions and draw pictures. It seems that our friendship is pure, right?"
"Actually, ever since I was a kid watching TV dramas, I've always liked sweet-looking, kind-hearted female leads. That's probably my ideal type."
Lou Sheng's words were incoherent. He stared at the slippery road surface under his shoes absent-mindedly, and kept uttering stupid words that made his words more obvious than they actually were.
After he finished speaking, there was a moment of bewilderment, followed by a sudden, agonizing pain that pierced his heart. Lou Sheng couldn't articulate this feeling, and it wasn't until later that he realized the regret and loneliness mixed in with it.
Ying Zhisheng tilted his umbrella, completely covering the person beside him. He remained silent throughout the entire process, listening without response or argument, leaving the decision-making power of their relationship in Lou Sheng's hands.
This is the reality that has already happened, the way two people deal with their naive and off-track feelings.
Then, during the three-day holiday, Lou Sheng changed his mind again and filled his palms with drafts, wanting to re-discuss their relationship with Ying Zhisheng. Was he really in love with her?
However, misunderstandings and quarrels arose, and the relationship broke down.
Ying Zhisheng, the creator of this dream, suddenly spoke up: "Lou Sheng, when you told me this was just a brotherly friendship and you were talking to me about your ideal type, do you know what I was thinking?"
"What are you thinking about?" Lou Sheng asked without looking away.
"I'm thinking, I can wait. I have a lifetime to wait for you to figure out the difference between friendship and love."
Lou Sheng paused, and the dull sound of rain hitting the umbrella instantly overlapped with the sound of the flute falling to the ground.
Because Ying Zhisheng became famous early, he matured precociously and was clear about his feelings for Lou Sheng from the beginning to the end.
His liking for Lou Sheng does not conflict with whether he is gay or not.
"My life is too long, and yours is too short, which is why we are in this situation where one is dead and the other is alive. But what I want to say is that I will wait for you to figure out this relationship."
Time is plentiful, the body dies but the soul remains.
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It was a pleasant and peaceful morning. Fuquan had just woken up and stretched out of bed. The first episode of "Top of the Pop 3" had concluded, and the artist had easily won first place with an excellent performance, giving Sun Qing a hard slap in the face for his reckless provocation.
Overall it went smoothly. After the show was broadcast, the number of views of "Love at First Sight" doubled and broke records. When I opened the short video software and scrolled through it, all I saw were the prelude and accompaniment of this song. When I opened the comment section, everyone was praising Ying Zhisheng's talent.
Comfortable.
Fuquan slumped in his chair, a smile on his face as he scrolled through the comments of passersby. Thinking of how many people in his circle were gritting their teeth in envy and jealousy, he felt even better.
Gradually, the smile on Fuquan's face froze, and he stared at the video on his mobile phone with wide eyes. The video blogger was a paparazzi operating the account.
[Shocking! A legendary pop star has such a little-known habit! Pictures reveal the truth!]
Fuquan curled his lips and clicked on it, and saw a video of Assistant Tao in disguise carrying three or two paper bags with the words "The smellier, the better" printed on the bags.
For three consecutive days, Assistant Tao bought stinky tofu and sent it to Ying Zhisheng at the hotel every day.
It's a trivial matter, and there are still a bunch of bored people discussing it.
[Anonymous user *4*4: Ying Zhisheng and stinky tofu? Such a strange, disconnected feeling.]
[Anonymous 666: No matter how delicious stinky tofu is, you can't eat it every day. I wonder if it will give you bad breath, hahahaha!]
[Dog bites dog, mouth full of fur: Huh? I saw an interview the year "The Untamed" became a hit, and Ying Zhisheng himself said that to protect his voice, he wouldn't eat foods high in oil or salt [dog head] [dog head] I'm a fan, don't scold me. I didn't say Ying Zhisheng was a liar or a braggart, I just have some questions.]
[Story Chengji responded to the dog-bite-dog comment: "We all know whether they're fans or not. All we can say is that people's tastes change. There's no need to make such a fuss about someone just eating a small snack."]
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Fuquan rolled his eyes speechlessly. It was true that when one became famous, there would be more gossips about him. Even the smallest flaw would be seized upon. There was no room for criticism anymore and he started to nitpick unreasonably.
Then, Fuquan saw the entry that suddenly appeared on the trending search:
#Should hold stinky tofu
#Should hold a fake job
#YingZhisheng's harsh treatment of his assistant
What a mistreatment of an assistant. Fuquan clicked on it and saw everyone cursing Ying Zhisheng for being so high and mighty that he sent Xiao Tao running errands every day to queue up for stinky tofu.
Some people also questioned whether Ying Zhisheng had shared some with his assistant.
A few lunatics are still lamenting that celebrities have swept away social wealth and become the rich and powerful. It is too easy to get rich this way. Who still remembers that the working people are the most glorious?
This world is really weird.
Fuquan subconsciously contacted a public relations officer, but frowned when he was about to dial the number. He was actually amused by the group of brainless trolls on the Internet.
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