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Chapter 98
West of the city
Although the game "Coming Out" would hold an interactive meeting every year, this time is undoubtedly the most lively and had the greatest response on the Internet. The director of "Go Workers" didn't even expect that his show would become popular again with Ji's game event.
When Jian Shiwu came down from the stage, planner Lu was full of tears, holding his hand and shaking endlessly: "Brother Jian, didn't you see, I was right about you."
"Brother, don’t be polite." Jian Shiwu a little uncomfortable: "I’m glad I could be of help you."
When he was on the stage he couldn’t see properlt, but now that they were close, Planner Lu found that Jian Shiwu's face was pale, and his voice was a little low. He was a little worried. He got up and said, "Are you all right, are you not feeling well?"
"A little bit."
Jian Shiwu nodded. The robe he was wearing looked elegant but it was actually very thick. It was summer and although there was air-conditioning at the venue, it was still hot because there were too many people. He was covered with a thick layer, and his body was feeling stuffy with a low-grade fever. He only felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, which made him extremely uncomfortable. He didn't think much of it before, but now the felt the discomfort come up when he got off the stage.
Planner Lu said with some difficulty: "But we still have a handshake meeting in half an hour. The collective cosplayers have to give back to the fans, can you...stay for a while?"
Jian Shiwu pursed his lips, he wanted to refuse, but then planner Lu said: "Of course, we won’t force it, you go back to the dressing room to rest first, if you still feel uncomfortable even after a while, then there's nothing we can do and I'll call you a car right away."
Jian Shiwu said, "Thank you so much, I'll first go to rest and take a break as your busy."
The planner agreed.
Jian Shiwu didn't know what was happening on the Internet. After returning to the dressing room, he was pulled by the makeup artist and saw the many comments on the Internet. When he saw his name in a hot search on Weibo, he dared to believe it after confirming it again and again. The girl reminded him, "Look at your own Weibo account, has it gone up?"
The words woke the dreamer.
Jian Shiwu opened his Weibo, the message were 99+. The increase in followers also surprised him, before this he only had about 200,000 followers, but after just less than half an hour of performance, his followers increased to 80w+!
The makeup artist said next to him, "I'm sure it'll go up again, I'll definitely post a friend circle saying that I did this makeup for you hehehe, I'll definitely be envied to death!"
Jian Shiwu looked at her happy face and he also smiled.
The phone vibrated and a call came in, so he remembered the phone he had forgotten about. The makeup artist lady said, "The phone rang when you werr on stage, I didn’t know who it was, so I didn’t dare to answer it for you. "
Jian Shiwu: "It's fine."
There were a lot of missed calls, but the latest call was from Lui Heng. After he answered, an excited voice came from the other end of the phone: "Brother Shi, you are too cool! Did you cut off Fang Tingyu's resources?"
Jian Shiwu blackened, "No, it's actually..."
It took about five minutes to explain the cause and effect to Lui Heng, and after listening to it, he sighed, "Time is also fate."
"But you have to pay more attention, Fang Tingyu won’t let you go, this woman is notoriously bad-tempered in the circle, most likely she has a gold master. After a circle of comments, I found that there are many fans of Fang Tingyu's saying that you are robbing resources or something, how could I believe it? "
Lui Heng sighed again: "Brother Shi, are you willing to take the initiative to rely on the gold master to cut resources or something? You rejected young master Wang you before, now I want to inquire about your next plan."
Jian Shiwu diidn’t know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't make fun of me.”
"Okay okay." Lui Heng sighed deeply: "Now that we have the heat, we will surely have the resources without my father’s ticket. Even if they want to suppress me again, they can't control those resources who come to us because of the popularity. Just a while ago, many people called the studio, I had never received a call in my life. In the past, we had to look for people for appointments but now we have people coming to ask us if we have time, I..."
Obviously it was an ordinary sentiment, but Jian Shiwu was inexplicably heartbroken.
In these years, in the wind and rain, only they themselves know the pain and hardships. Even if Lui Heng did not tell him how much pressure he has endured, how could he not know.
In the past, Lui Heng was held in the palms as a son of a wealthy family. The young master of Zuoqiu’s family always carried a layer of gold when he went out. But now the world is cold, coupled with family conflicts, this halo has now become a great obstacle because many fear offending his old man.
The young master who hadn't suffered much now, in order to ask for resources and to seek development, he lowered himself to grovel and talk to those businessmen, drinking round after round, suffering day after day.
"It will be fine." Jian Shiwu's heart was burning, he didn't know whether he said it to himself or to the person on the other end of the phone. With a smile: "I told you, we will definitely get better and better."
Lui Heng was also laughing, but faintly crying.
They chatted briefly for a while, and then hung up the phone. Lui Heng said that he would come to the west of the city to pick him up. Jian Shiwu only hung up after sending the location.
He returned to his Weibo page, and unconsciously clicked onto the many private messages and found a lot of the latest updates:
"Master is really beautiful!"
"What happened to the live broadcast, can I still see Master?"
" Ah, ah, the disciples are here wuuu!"
"The livestream crashed wuuu wuuu. I heard that there is still a handshake meeting, will my sister appear?
A steady stream of private messages poured in, they were a bit overwhelming and Jian Shiwu looked towards the mirror of the dressing table, the person in the mirror was also looking at him, the jade-faced person had a cold face, the green silk was like a waterfall, the white robe was immortal. It was this that restrained him, making him breathless, but it was also this robe that mistakenly gave him a chance to breathe in his career, and also gave his friend room to breathe.
The makeup artist lady came over and said, "I was planning to ask whether you will go to the handshake meeting in a while? If you're not feeling well, forget it. You've been in a cold sweat from the very beginning. I met Fang Tingyu's assistant outside. They not left yet, and most likely have some bad ideas, but more people are waiting for you. Your Zuoqiu is really beautiful, and everyone likes you.
The young man sitting in front of the mirror was silent for a moment, his eyes were deep, and finally, under the gaze of the makeup artist, he opened his lips and said, "I’ll go."
"Why not go, it's like what Fang Tingyu said, I didn't have any fans in the first place, and now that there are so many fans waiting outside, I can't let anyone down."
Jian Shiwu raised his face and looked at the makeup artist's face with a firm gaze. The lights on the room fell on the person as if they were covered with a bright mist. He looked at her with such a smile. With self-confidence: "Since everyone is waiting, I'm going to go.
For a moment, inexplicably, looking at the man in the snow white robe, it was as if the make-up artist was really looking at Zuo Qiu Qundao. That proud arrogant and daring Xiaoyao Sect's founding master. Among the eight great sects, because the devil clan besieged the Xiaoyao Sect, it had been about to run out of oil, but she did not show any half-heartedness, she stood at the top of the Xiaoyao Mountain, smiled and said to the disciples who were a little panicked: "Since all the world's beings are asking me for an explanation, this deity will go. "
Different time and space, two different people, but the figures overlapped for a moment.
The makeup artist's nose was a little sour for some reason, and she said softly, "Who said you don't have fans, you have more."
Jian Shiwu was amused by her.
After a simple touch-up, he went out to attend the handshake meeting outside. Before going out, he borrowed some antipyretics to take, but unfortunately they seemed to have no effect. Originally it was only a low-grade fever, but slowly, perhaps because of the stuffy clothes , or perhaps it was because he had been standing on the stage interacting with fans, with a smile on his face, the cold sweat on his back had soaked more than half of his clothes, and the wound on his arm began to hurt.
There are always satisfied smiles on the faces of fans:
"Thank you, Teacher Jian."
"I have always liked you, Master."
"You are so beautiful, I will follow you!"
"Come on, teacher, you were great today. Very great."
Maybe it's not just perseverance to persevere, but seeing the happy smiles of many fans, it seemed like the dull pain in the wound and his body did not feel so bad. Until the end of the handshake meeting at the end, Jian Shiwu kept the best manners and made Fang Tingyu who was waiting in the dark corner to watch the joke, feel tight in her chest. She didn't think that the chance she didn't want would actually make a newcomer become popular, and she should be the one who was popular!
Jian Shiwu changed his clothes from the backstage, and heard the planner say, "Go out through the back door, there is a car waiting."
"Okay, thank you."
Because the handshake meeting was over, he quickly walked along the path leaving the venue. In order not to be seen by the fans in the live broadcast room, the cameraman did not follow, and came out of the small door. What he didn’t expect was that there were actually a lot of people this side too. Maybe they all came to squat for autographs. He felt so light headed that he naturally had no time for this, he vaguely seemed to see a car parked on the opposite side of the road, and just wanted to get to it quickly.
Someone behind him shouted his name: "Jian Shiwu!"
He didn't pay too much attention and continued to walk quickly, probably because this attitude of not turning back had angered the other party, there were footsteps approaching quickly, and as he was in some confusion, there was cold water falling from the sky on his body, and in his ears was the sound of abuse: " Who let you steal our sister Yu's role!"
The person who had caught him off guard was pounced on, leaving the staff in the arena responsible for seeing Jian Shiwu off dumbfounded. As were the other fans who had been squatting in the cosplay. A crowd swarmed up, clamouring.
"Who the hell are you to throw our Zouqiu around."
"None of your business, our sister Yu is the one who is aggrieved."
"He's a scheming bitch, taking someone else's role. "
“ That's right, do you know how difficult it is for Sister Yu?"
The scene was in chaos, the staff were busy stopping others from getting close to the small door, which should have been unknown and unpopular, when suddenly a woman's scream rang out, "Someone has passed out!"
The noisy crowd suddenly turned quiet as the young man leaning against the wall fainted on the ground, and the first young girl to spot him tested his forehead and shivered in fear: "Call 120, he has a fever."
The "Coming Out" interactive meeting was on the verge of ending, however, the backdoor emergency came swiftly. The invited guest having an accident at the venue was like a hard slap in the face to the organizer. The hospital emergency vehicle came quickly, but it didn’t cover up the the matter and the speed of the spread.
"Bang!"
The car door was slammed shut, and Secretary Wang, who came out from behind, trembled violently.
From the moment Shen Cheng learned the news, the priceless jade crystal in the office was smashed to shreds. He followed Shen Cheng for many years, and he had never seen his emotions leak like this. When he pushed open the door and entered, the afterglow of the setting sun fell below, but he happened to be standing in the shadow, with a gloomy and cruel look on his stern face, the crystal slag all over the floor was torn apart. He seemed like a vicious beast whose inverse scale had been touched. When he looked back at him, Secretary Wang dared to swear that he felt murderous aura.
His heart was in his throat when they arrived at the hospital. He was really worried along the way that Shen Cheng would order him to do something that went against socialism. But no, the man was unusually silent all the way, but that was exactly what made Secretary Wang even more worried!
After all, if you don't explode in silence, you pervert in silence!
They reached the hospital room and found Lui Heng had already arrived. When he saw Shen Cheng, he said hello. There was a sleeping person inside the door. He dared not persuade him not to go in, and he sensibly stepped aside.
"Squeak"
The door was gently closed, making a small sound, as if afraid of disturbing the resting person.
Secretary Wang secretly compared it to the door of the million dollar luxury car that had been violently shut, and could only secretly mourn for it in his heart, such was the difference in treatment!
Shen Cheng walked slowly to the side of the bed, looking at the sleeping person hooked to an IV. The wound on his wrist had been bandaged again, his fair face was pale, and his hair was soft, with a few strands resting on his face. The tall man sat down beside the bed, his manic aura slowly subsided when he saw the person on the bed, he stretched out his arms, and cautiously groomed Jian Shiwu’s hair.
However, just when he was about to stretch out his hand, the eyelashes of the person who had closed his eyes trembled.
Shen Cheng's movements paused, and after a while, the person on the bed slowly opened his eyes, those big round eyes were foggy and red, he was so feverish that he actually slept restlessly. From a long time ago, because of the after-effects of being reborn, once he had a fever, his mind was muddled, the images of his past life and present life kept intertwining and dividing indistinctly.
"Shen Cheng?"
A hoarse voice asked, with a bit of uncertainty.
Shen Cheng's heart throbbed uncontrollably, his Adam's apple rolled, suppressing the surging emotions, and nodded: "It's me."
The person on the bed looked at him in a trance, the man in the suit had a cold face, no different from his previous life. It was as if nothing had ever changed, the rebirth had been forgotten by his chaotic brain, the person sitting on the edge of the bed was clearly his long-standing partner. Jian’s eyes were red and the defenses of a sick person's heart tended to become weak. He moved gently, moving closer to Shen Cheng's side, because of the fever, his voice was hoarse and low: "Husband, I want to drink water."
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