The actor is always coveting me

Sing in front of people.

For a long time, this was a difficult problem for Shen Ji.

Since he was a toddler, he followed his mother to read those notes.

The mother who resolutely gave up her dream for the sake of the family soon discovered that he was more talented than her younger brother Shen Ling, so she regarded him as the hope to continue her dream.

Later, my father failed in business, and my mother's teaching stopped abruptly.

The more and more difficult daily necessities have reduced love to sharp and bare edges. The atmosphere at home is tense at any time, and the erupting quarrel is accompanied by the sound of flipping the table, blowing into the heart from the ears.

Shen Ling was born prematurely, and his health was not good. Every time at this time, his spirit was tortured even more. He could only hug his younger brother and hide in the room, singing to him softly to comfort him.

For a long time, his younger brother was his only audience.

Finally, on a stormy day, the mother finally succeeded in divorcing the father who had become an alcoholic, kissed him and the young brother respectively, packed the suitcase, turned around and disappeared at the end of the alley without hesitation.

The so-called dream has also become the dregs of life.

As soon as his father mentioned her, he flew into a rage and forbade Shen Ji to imitate her to do anything - such as singing.

Only Shen Ling encouraged him over and over again: "Brother, you can't give up. You sing so well, and more people should hear it. My dream is to see you sing on stage and have a concert! Come on!" Make my dream come true!"

Sometimes Shen Ling is very similar to Luo Yang, and will chatter a lot in front of him, but he is always shy and restless in front of outsiders, and rarely speaks.

Now he is lying quietly in the hospital, trapped in a persistent nightmare, and has not spoken a word to Shen Ji for five whole years.

——Before the final five years ago, the moment Shen Ji was about to speak, an emergency echo came from the headset.

His alcoholic dad crashed into a big truck with his younger brother under the influence of alcohol. The program team originally wanted to secretly press the message and notify him after he finished singing, but the situation was too urgent, both of them needed surgery, and he had to rush Go to the hospital to sign the preoperative agreement.

Something about him seemed to be locked away.

Originally, with Shen Ling's encouragement, he already had the courage to sing in front of people, but after he ran off the stage in embarrassment, he couldn't do it anymore.

That period of memory was not good, Shen Ji only lost his mind for a moment, then pulled out from the memory, the corner of his mouth twitched dryly: "Senior Fu, my singing is terrible."

Just make a fool of yourself.

Fu Zaitong muttered in his heart, barely sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, like an unreasonable hooligan: "I want to listen to it if it sounds bad."

Seeing that Shen Ji was silent, he covered his lips and coughed twice, his voice was weak: "When I was sick, no one sang to me, so I couldn't take medicine and couldn't fall asleep."

... Then you are indeed a good girl, Pea actor.

Shen Ji tentatively asked: "Shall I go to the next door and call Xiang Chuan over?"

Fu Zaitong rolled his eyes angrily: "Are you angry with me?"

When he was sick, he was not as strong as usual, his handsome face was flushed, his lips were pale, and he looked rather pitiful.

Shen Ji dawdled for a while, and felt that he was going too far.

Fu Zaitong rescued him and helped him clear up the rumors. Now he just wanted to hear him sing a song, but he refused to agree.

Not to mention that fans and passers-by will be angry if this paragraph is cut, he will spurn himself.

Anyway, there's no one here, is there?

And it might also be an opportunity to promote OLIVINE.

He racked his brains to find a reason, to cheer himself up, finally opened his mouth with difficulty, and looked into the bright and dark eyes of the man on the bed, he was discouraged again: "Can you turn around and don't look at me?" ... I haven't sung for a long time, I can't sing if you look at me like this."

Fu Zaitong was kind and kind, and turned around with the quilt rolled up: "Please?"

Shen Ji closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, grabbed a song that popped up in his mind at random, and was about to sing it out loud.

Fu Zaitong has acted like a demon again.

As if he suddenly remembered something, he raised his hand in a stop gesture, jumped off the bed and walked out of the room briskly, his weakness just now turned into ashes, and walked back a minute later.

Shen Ji was really stupefied this time: "Senior Fu, are you still listening?"

"Listen, but I'll go and get some equipment for you first." Fu Zaitong smiled, showing no signs of weakness, and slowly got back into the quilt.

Shen Ji glanced away suspiciously, but he didn't get an answer. After waiting for a while, he had an answer.

The program team sent Xiao Yang to send a guitar.

Fu Zaitong raised his jaw, half lying on the head of the bed, and closed his eyes neatly: "Come on, I won't look at you."

Shen Ji took the guitar, tuned it, glanced at him a few times, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

The eyes were plunged into darkness, nothing could be seen, except for the chirping of insects and the chirping of birds outside the quiet inn.

He relaxed slowly, pursed his lips tightly, and tried to play a short chord first.

At the request of Fu Zaitong, this is not any pop song that can be heard at home and abroad.

Except for Shen Ji, no one has heard of it.

He wrote it himself.

Fu Zaitong's pretended closed eyelids twitched.

Then the low and gentle voice poured into the ears along with the sound of the guitar.

Shen Ji's voice is very unique. When singing, it is vivid, clear and gentle, and has texture. It is a voice that is very suitable for singing. It is not frivolous, but steady and deep, full of explosive power.

Fu Zaitong finally opened his eyes.

The boy sitting on the opposite bed closed his eyes and sang very intently. His slender white fingers plucked the strings of the guitar. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised when he sang, and a strand of blond hair fell down, covering his expression.

He sat up in silence, as if he could hear his heart beating faster and faster, and there was a sigh deep in his heart: it was him.

There is no wrong person.

After searching for many years, he finally found the boy from back then.

Shen Ji only sang a short verse. Although he gave himself a lot of psychological counseling, Fu Zaitong still has a strong sense of presence.

He loosened his fingers on the strings, opened his eyes, smiled at Fu Zaitong opposite him, poured another cup of hot water, and handed it along with the medicine: "Okay, senior Fu, shall you take your medicine?"

The soft light in the room shone on his light-colored eyes, with a little glass-like tenderness.

Fu Zaitong had a strange feeling, as if what Shen Ji handed over at this moment was poison, and he would swallow it in one gulp.

It's so weird.

Fu Zaitong took a sip of the hot water and thought, I just missed him for a few years.

The antipyretic medicine contained sleeping ingredients, Fu Zaitong didn't fuss anymore after taking the medicine, and fell asleep quickly in bed.

Shen Ji came out after washing up, observed Fu Yingdi's unexpectedly cute sleeping posture, and lovingly helped him tuck the quilt.

Before going to bed, he took a look at Weibo by the way. This time, the powerful netizens finally found the right person to scold, and the attacks all went towards Xiang Chuan.

Although his and Fu Zaitong's names are on the hot search again.

That 3-minute live broadcast screen recording was trending on the hot searches. Shen Ji put on his earphones and shrank into the quilt, watched the replay secretly, feeling a strange heat in his heart.

Even his father didn't protect him like that.

Although Fu Zaitong seemed to have strange feelings towards him, and his various behaviors were very girlish, but he was indeed very kind to him.

I've experienced so many things this day, and I felt overwhelmed by exhaustion. After a while, Shen Ji fell asleep holding the phone.

Waking up the next morning, Jinggui Yingdi's cold worsened.

The accompanying team doctor came over to take his temperature, prescribed medicine and asked him to hang water.

Fu Zaitong's voice was completely hoarse, and he spoke with a strong nasal voice: "I'm not so delicate, just take some medicine."

It is probably because they seldom get sick, and once they get sick, it is difficult to recover.

As soon as the doctor left, Shen Ji stretched out his hand to test Fu Zaitong's forehead temperature uneasy: "Does the headache hurt?"

His hands were cool and comfortable to touch, so Fu Zaitong let him do this as if he was treating a child, sniffed his nose, and smiled: "If you don't know if you can sing me a song again, I won't." alright."

Shen Ji put down his hands indifferently: "It seems that the burn is not light."

He calculated the balance between the two of them - he got [-] yesterday, and left [-] after staying for one night, plus the leftover from the day before yesterday, it was not enough to make up for tonight's rent.

"Senior Fu," Shen Ji poured him a cup of hot water, with a serious expression, "I'll figure out what to do with today's rent, you have a good rest, don't worry, I won't let you sleep on the floor."

Fu Zaitong told him that he was depressed, touched his forehead, and muttered to himself: "Why is the role of the little wife replaced by me."

You can really find adjectives.Shen Ji pushed him onto the bed, covered him with the quilt, and when his eyes were drooping, his face, which looked very unhealthy because of his looks and blond hair, looked very soft: "Have a good rest, I'll go cook some porridge, and you'll take your medicine later. "

Fu Zaitong was silent for a moment, and moved to hold his hand: "Let me come, it's just the breakfast made by you guys, I should go first after eating..."

"..."

Xiang Chuan finally went downstairs this morning, and now everyone on the Internet scolded him, but his expression was the same, and he even gave him a friendly smile when he saw Shen Ji.

Reaching out his hand not to hit the smiling face, Shen Ji also smiled at him, held down Tang Ye who was busy chopping vegetables and uncovering the pot, and took over the task of making breakfast.

Yesterday was Fu Zaitong's performance. He could actually cook a few dishes. After all, Shen Ling was not in good health, and he was unreliable if he was old. Before his father, who was drunk all day long, didn't wake up, he couldn't think of a way to feed himself and his younger brother.

The program team was not in a hurry to send out the task. After the breakfast was ready, Shen Ji brought it up to Fu Yingdi, who was picky, and drank it. Today's task was finished.

Today's tasks are not written on the blackboard.

In its place is a draw box.

Director Fang smiled: "Today's tasks are all in the box. The rewards and tasks are random. You can compare your luck. Fei Chief suggests shaking hands with Brother Tang first."

Tang Ye looked puzzled: "I am also a non-chief, why shake hands with me?"

Shen Ji had a shadow over the lottery box, so he reached out and shook his hand first, thinking about the ancestor upstairs, he casually said: "Probably the negative is the positive."

Three minutes later, Shen Ji pulled out his task for today, and looked at Tang Ye blankly.

Tang Ye suppressed a smile: "Can a negative be a positive?"

Task card:

Grandpa Zhou, who lives on the west side of the town, accidentally fell on his leg a few days ago, making it difficult to move around. The sow at home just gave birth to a piglet, and the piglet is waiting to be fed. Hurry up and help Grandpa Zhou feed the pig~

Reward: 200 yuan.

A gust of wind blows.

Shen Ji: "...I suddenly feel that I also have a little cold."