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After Yan Wangxiao finished smoking a cigarette, Liang Songying stood up, "Let's go."

Yan Wangxiao put out the cigarette, frowned and followed.

They turned out of the backstage, and the venue was basically cleared except for the cleaning staff.They walked up the steps from the dark passage on the side, and when they reached the door, some fans hadn't left yet, and when they saw Liang Songying, they all started commotion.

Someone threw a bouquet of flowers on him.

Caught off guard, Liang Songying stepped on it, and the flowers turned into broken flowers and willows.

The security guards quickly came up to stop the irrational behavior of the fans, and escorted Liang Songying and Yan Wangxiao away.The reporter raised the camera and captured the scene of Yan Wangxiao standing beside Liang Songying, protecting him as he walked out.

The two walked towards the parking lot and passed a wall with a large promotional poster of the concert on the wall.It was fine when it came here, but now it has been torn so hard that its original face can't be seen clearly, and Liang Songying's face is gone.Someone wrote on it with a gel pen: "Garbage!"

Yan Wangxiao glanced at it, paused in his footsteps, and used his body to block it.He turned his head to look at Liang Songying, but saw that he was thinking about something with his head down, not paying attention to the poster and his small movements.

After each took their cars, Liang Songying still asked Yan Wangxiao: "I have to go to the celebration banquet, should you go back first?"

Yan Wangxiao said, "I'll go with you."

Liang Songying didn't say anything, the car drove out first, leading the way.

Yan Wangxiao followed, and felt a burst of sadness when he saw that purple car with a smooth and graceful body running amidst the night lights.He accompanied Liang Songying to the hotel celebration venue, and everyone was already waiting for him.But when everyone saw them walking in and looked up from their mobile phones, their expressions could be described as sad or sympathetic.

The atmosphere is depressing and I can't get up.The principal, Liang Songying, was not interested either, so she went up and said a few words, thanked her, and offered some encouragement.There is always a little joy when opening champagne, there is a loud "bang", like a cheer of victory, the bubbles are sprayed into the air, Liang Songying laughs, and everyone laughs too.

Liang Songying drank a glass of champagne and left.

Yan Wangxiao and the others drove back, halfway there, and found that Liang Songying's car was gone in the rearview mirror.He slowed down a little, and wanted to wait for Liang Songying to drive up, when suddenly the phone rang.

"Wang Xiao, you go back first, I want to be alone." Liang Songying's voice came out of the microphone.

"Where are you going?" Yan Wangxiao asked, suppressing his anger.

"A villa in the western suburbs." Liang Songying said.

"Wait for me." Yan Wangxiao said.

"Don't come looking for me!" Liang Songying's tone suddenly became impatient.

"..." Yan Wangxiao.

Liang Songying hung up the phone.

Yan Wangxiao drove on the road for a while, turned around at the next intersection, and drove to the western suburbs.

Half an hour later, the car turned off and stopped on the street next to the villa. Yan Wangxiao locked the car and walked quietly towards the villa.From a distance, the lights in the hall of the villa can already be seen.

He stood under the wall next to the gate, looked around and saw that there was no one around, climbed on the iron gate with his hands, and stepped on it with his feet looking for a foothold.He went through the door smoothly, walked lightly to the window to hide his figure, poked his head out a little and looked into the living room.

The living room was very quiet, with a head protruding from the sofa.

After waiting for a long time, Liang Songying finally stood up and turned off the lights, and went upstairs to the bedroom.Guessing that Liang Songying couldn't hear the movement outside while taking a bath, she opened the door with a key and slipped in quietly.

That night, Yan Wangxiao stood guard outside the bedroom door and never took a step away.He heard the sound of tossing and turning, and the occasional singing softly, and he couldn't sleep all night.

In the early morning Yan Wangxiao woke up from the cold and sneezed.

After Liang Songying woke up, she found that there was an extra breakfast on the dining table in the living room, and he searched around the room, but found no one except a muddy footprint at the door of the bedroom.

He joined a group of staff and flew to S City to prepare for the second concert the day after tomorrow.

On that day, regardless of Di Yun's objections, Yan Wangxiao asked for leave without authorization and drove to S City alone.Someone outside the concert venue was selling scalper tickets. He bought the best one and sat in the front row of ordinary audience seats.

Compared to the opening ceremony in City Y, which was full of seats, this one was criticized a lot by reporters due to the bad reviews on the Internet, which led to a wave of ticket refunds, and there were still a lot of vacant seats at the scene.

On the stage, Liang Songying still used the same set of song arrangements, first three old songs to warm up the atmosphere, and then new songs, new dances and new styles.The same audience responded, some sighed, some left silently, and many of those who stayed behind showed unacceptable expressions on their faces.

And Yan Wangxiao still focused on watching Liang Songying's performance from beginning to end.

When it came time to touch the audience with flowers and kisses, Liang Songying approached the auditorium under the escort of several security guards.While singing, he shook hands with the fans, thanked them, and received flowers. Although the scene was not particularly crowded and crowded, he was still warmly treated by loyal fans.

When Liang Songying raised his eyes, he saw Yan Wangxiao.He smiled, waved, "Hi! Hi!"

He returned to the stage, still smiling, and said: "Just now I saw a man who came all the way from City Y to visit me. I was very moved. Because of his... physical condition, he couldn't fly or drive long distances. But he still came. Thank you!"

He waved his hand in Yan Wangxiao's direction.

He went on singing.

When Yan Wangxiao thanked him, the corner of his mouth curled into a smile.He knew that Liang Songying was talking about him.Suddenly, the singing stopped, and the music continued.He raised the binoculars and zoomed in.Liang Songying's face was covered with sweat, and he wiped it off with a tissue from time to time, but at this moment, he pursed his lips and remained motionless in an unfinished dancing posture.Then he handed the microphone to the audience, struggling to say a word: "Can you sing, sing along?"

Liang Songying's singing volume dropped.

It can be seen that he is struggling, his brows are wrinkled every time he takes a breath, his eyes are depressed, but he is very stubborn, and he has no intention of giving up.

Yan Wangxiao stood up suddenly, and ran to the backstage regardless of the criticism from the people around him.The staff naturally came up to stop him. He took off his hat and sunglasses, and someone recognized him.He found Chen Xing by the stage, "What's going on? Has his wound recurred?"

Chen Xing also looked worried. When he saw Yan Wangxiao, he was surprised, and quickly replied: "It should be a sequela, pneumothorax or pleurisy or other minor illnesses. I went to the hospital last night, but the doctor said it was just a minor illness. It hurts." Just take the medicine. I didn’t expect it to happen at this time.”

Yan Wangxiao said: "Get him down!"

Chen Xing looked at Liang Songying who had given up dancing on the stage but was still insisting on finishing singing, and said, "He doesn't want to come down, and I can't help it. Let's see the situation later."

Zhao Jie sang on stage as a guest, and after Liang Songying introduced him to the stage, he took the opportunity to leave the stage.He clutched his chest and walked over with a pale face. He didn't seem to hear the staff talking beside him, and his expression was depressed.

Chen Xing went up to meet him and handed him a glass of water.Liang Songying took it without saying thank you, turned around and found a bottle of medicine in the bag on the table, poured out several pills with a few "squeaks", and swallowed them with water.

The staff next to him were also very worried when they saw that he was not in good health.

A girl asked in a low voice, "Do you want to continue? Lan's body..."

Liang Songying said: "It's not a voice problem, I can still sing."

After a while, Liang Songying said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Everyone smiled happily.

Yan Wangxiao couldn't laugh.He didn't know what the consequences would be if Liang Songying continued to forcefully sing. He just knew very well that Liang Songying's current state was really not suitable for a concert.

He walked over and whispered in his ear, "Stop singing, I'll take you away."

Liang Songying looked at him and smiled, "I'll follow you after singing. Why are you here again? I don't think your complexion is much better than mine. Are you driving here by yourself?"

Yan Wangxiao sat on the chair next to him and looked at him, "Yes. But it's okay."

Zhao Jie was about to finish singing on the stage, and the staff came in and called, "Lan, get ready to go on stage!"

Liang Songying stood up, patted him on the shoulder, ran out, took the microphone from the staff, "Thank you."

Yan Wangxiao sat there watching Liang Songying's back disappear into the distance, and his opening remarks sounded again on the stage. He suddenly didn't have the courage to go back to the auditorium and finish the scene.He really wanted to take Liang Songying away and go to the hospital.He was struggling between two thoughts, one was to perfect Liang Songying, and the other was to perfect himself.

People around looked at him strangely.

And his hands turned white.He felt the pain of Liang Songying's every breath, and gradually he also felt the pain of breathing, very small, as if he was about to stop breathing and was about to die.

He just sat there.

Liang Songying came back to change clothes again, the staff members were busy talking, and Yan Wangxiao sat in the crowd desertedly, looking at him with sad eyes mixed with anger.

Their eyes met, and Liang Songying slowed down when she changed clothes.

He lowered his head and stopped looking at Yan Wangxiao.But while he was moving, he thought, if it was Yan Wangxiao who endured the pain and stood on the stage to finish the show today, he would also be very hurt.No one wants to watch the person they like suffer and endure pain, and no one will watch the person they like suffer and scold without being indifferent.

So he made a compromise.

After the concert, everyone left, Liang Songying said to Yan Wangxiao: "I will hold the last show in G City, are you still coming?"

Yan Wangxiao held a flower and slapped it on the table, until the branches and leaves of the flower fell off, turned yellow and thin, and said "um".

Liang Songying snatched the flowers from his hand, put her own in his palm, and said softly, "I'll give you a privilege."

Yan Wangxiao looked up, "What privilege?"

Liang Songying said: "If you think I can't stand on the stage, or you can't stand watching anymore, if you call me to come down, I will come down. If you say go, I will go."

Yan Wangxiao forced a smile, "Okay." He leaned over, "You finally know how to love me." He didn't wait for Liang Songying to answer, he shook out a cigarette and lit it. Liang Songying took a look.

Liang Songying was stunned, as if she had returned to the time when she first met, Yan Wangxiao was always cold and distant with a sense of distance, as if she wanted to get close to you but was reserved.

There was silence between the two.When they returned to the hotel, they went back to their rooms. Yan Wangxiao didn't look at him again.However, in an awkward way, she sent Liang Songying a message of "good night, have a good rest", which made Liang Songying laugh for a while.