Chapter 14: Ghost Becomes Rich (2)
In the huge venue, they were the only two left.
Lou Sheng floated down, walked over quickly, put his arm around Ying Zhisheng's shoulders like a good brother, and said with a playful smile, "You had a great birthday. I broke my phone and still couldn't get a ticket."
Ying Zhisheng put down his guitar, looked up at Lou Sheng and said, "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if I didn't get it."
"What a shame, your concert is only eight kilometers from my home." Lou Sheng raised an eyebrow, his eyes squinting, a smile on Ying Zhisheng's face. "Besides, my mom doesn't want me to be friends with you. She specifically asked me to go to Hong Kong to buy her a bag on the day of your concert."
Ying Zhisheng tried to force a smile, but it was too weak. His fingertips gently plucked the guitar, and the instant they touched it, another string snapped, a sharp, piercing sound that was startling.
Ying Zhisheng was stunned, his fingertips trembling. How could it be possible? How could it break so easily?
How could it be impossible? This was just his dream.
Lou Sheng patted his shoulder to comfort him, and then said, "Although my mother didn't let me go, and although I couldn't get a ticket, I still came to your concert. I spent 50,000 or 60,000 yuan to buy a ticket from a scalper, and it was in the back row..."
Like a falling stone shattering the tranquil surface of a lake, the stagnant water welcomed his life. Ying Zhisheng was vulnerable at this moment, and even the slightest disturbance could cause him to collapse emotionally. He stared directly into those smiling eyes, suppressed the bitterness in his throat, and asked, "Why didn't I see you?"
Lou Sheng reached out and focused on ruffling the long hair on his forehead. Hearing the question, he laughed out loud, "You must have seen me, you just didn't know it was me. Wasn't there a strawberry bear that day, twisting its waist like crazy and holding a light sign? That was me. There were also a lot of your fans taking photos with me at the time. When I had some free time, I took out my phone and saw, wow, it's even on the hot topic list."
Ying Zhisheng had an impression of this Strawberry Bear, who kept twisting and dancing with a light board throughout the concert.
"I didn't go to Hong Kong to buy my mom that rare bag. I came here to attend your birthday concert. I didn't dare let my mom find out. She'd hit me hard. So I disguised myself as Strawberry Bear. You have no idea how heavy that mask is!"
That's right.
It turns out to be like this.
The regret that had been lingering on his mind was somewhat alleviated, and his heart leaped with joy at Lou Sheng's explanation. Then, the overwhelming sadness came flooding back, and Ying Zhisheng could hardly control his expression.
You know, it's a little late.
"I asked someone to secretly send you the ticket. You didn't get it because you might have been stopped. I'll be waiting for you at the concert."
This happened a few years ago. At that time, Ying Zhisheng's forced smile at the end of the show caused a lot of discussion.
Lou Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly and leaned in closer to ask, "Wait for me? Didn't you decide not to reconcile with me and transfer to another school without saying goodbye?"
This distance was too close. Ying Zhisheng couldn't help but step back, taking a deep breath. Just as he was about to speak, his eyes flashed...
He woke up.
When I opened my eyes, I was in an unfamiliar environment, with snow-white ceiling and walls. The doctor in a white coat and Fuquan and others who were guarding the bed were talking.
Ying Zhisheng tilted his head slightly. He was in the hospital, an IV drip running down the back of his hand. He closed his eyes and savored the dream, savoring it like a delicacy, bit by bit, not wanting to be greedy.
Assistant Tao and Uncle Cheng Zhi noticed he was awake and rushed over. "Brother Sheng, are you okay? It was time for us to pick you up to go to the location to shoot the music video. We couldn't get through on the phone and knocked on the door, but no one answered. So we went in and found you lying motionless in bed. We brought you to the hospital, and the doctor said you overdosed on sleeping pills and fell into a coma."
Ying Zhisheng didn't want to pay attention to them, but suddenly he opened his eyes and muttered, "Strawberry Bear."
Assistant Tao curled his lips, "Brother Sheng, you are so girly?"
I have some impression of Uncle Cheng Zhi, but it is difficult to capture and I can't remember it for the time being.
"That concert I gave at the National Stadium when I was eighteen. That Strawberry Bear in the back row... the one who was twisting and dancing and waving." Ying Zhisheng's eyes flickered with a smile as he spoke. He coughed lightly and said, "Find me any videos of that Strawberry Bear."
Fuquan happened to hear this when he entered the ward. He closed the door and was full of doubts: "Why do you suddenly want these videos?"
"Learn to dance."
"ah?"
"Don't you think he dances very well?" Ying Zhisheng laughed after he said this. His white wrist covered his eyebrows and eyes, and the snake bracelet emitted a strange light. Only his upturned lips were exposed.
It was a strange request, a nonsensical answer. But considering Ying Zhisheng's improved mood, Fuquan nodded and said nothing more.
…
This way.
Lou Sheng was about to ask Ying Zhisheng to burn some more for him when he was forced out of the dream. He sat on the carpet in frustration, sighing. It seemed he'd have to get to the point first next time they met.
Suddenly, Lou Sheng noticed that Ying Zhisheng's bedside table, which was filled with sleeping pills, was not closed. Curious, he went over to it and recalled that Ying Zhisheng used to fall asleep in a few minutes during lunch breaks while lying on his desk. There were times when he wouldn't even hear the bell if Lou Sheng hadn't reminded him.
With such poor sleep quality, I have now resorted to relying on sleeping pills to fall asleep.
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