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Liang Songying entered the operating room, and when she woke up, she saw Luo Cha standing beside the bed.

His eyes were blank for a few seconds, as if struggling to recall something, he asked in a mournful tone, "What happened after the concert?"

Luo Cha froze for a moment and said, "Very good. Brother Ming and... Yan Wangxiao helped you deal with the aftermath and gave the audience a full refund. Yan Wangxiao went on stage and sang eight songs for you."

Liang Songying stared at him with trembling eyes, "...it's perfect."

Luo almost nodded, "Another form of perfect ending, you should have no regrets, don't blame yourself too much, I'll call the doctor."

After the doctor examined the patient, "There is nothing serious. However, as a singer, you can sing normally, but I suggest you not try to hold a concert again, and avoid prolonged strenuous exercise."

Liang Songying said, "Understood."

When the doctor went out, he bumped into a person who ran in, "Ouch", "how did you walk?" The person who ran in ignored him, rushed in, and slowed down when he saw the person sitting on the bed.

Yan Wangxiao panted, put his hands on the table to support his body, "Are you okay?"

Liang Songying smiled at him, and said to the staring doctor at the door: "I'm sorry, my friend is too reckless." The doctor calmed down and left, and Luo Cha also stood up, "I'll go out for a while."

Yan Wangxiao sat on Luo Cha's original chair and looked at Liang Songying, "No more pain?" He raised his hand and touched Liang Songying's chest.

Liang Songying pursed her lips and looked at him deeply, "It doesn't hurt. Thank you for helping me sing eight songs."

Yan Wangxiao smiled, "How do you repay me?"

Liang Songying: "It's an old-fashioned way, it's a promise with your body."

Yan Wangxiao: "When you are well, I will take you to get married. From now on, you will change your name to Yan Liang Songying. How is it? Does it sound good? Are you happy?"

Liang Songying smiled: "This...you can call it secretly, if it gets out, my dad will fight you to the death."

Yan Wangxiao took out a pack of cigarettes, shook out one and held it out, "Can I smoke one? I'm tired." Liang Songying took it over, and stretched out his hand, "Give me the lighter." Yan Wangxiao gave him the lighter.Liang Songying ignited with a click, aiming the tail of the cigarette at the bright yellow outer circle of fireworks.The smoke rose slowly, he brought it to his mouth and sucked it in, and took a puff first, but it was only a puff, and then handed it back to Yan Wangxiao.

Yan Wangxiao took it and put it in his mouth, "It's very erotic for you to do this." He took a puff, exhaled a beautiful smoke ring, then leaned over, and took Liang Songying's lips in his mouth.Liang Songying froze for a moment, didn't move, just opened her mouth slightly, letting Yan Wangxiao take a puff of smoke in.

Yan Wangxiao left as soon as he touched it, straightened up to see Liang Songying coughed in embarrassment, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

After Liang Songying finished coughing, she looked up at Yan Wangxiao, and found that his face was tired, but his eyes were bright, as if with light, and the corner of his mouth smiled, exuding brilliance and charm.He stared at him, with an undercurrent of emotion in his heart, so many things he wanted to say, such as praising him for singing eight songs for him after he passed out, doing so well, being so handsome, it almost killed him.This feeling of being able to fight side by side, move forward side by side, and be intimate with each other through thick and thin, is even more profound and moving than the so-called love.Yan Wangxiao fought for him, and he wanted to say thank you.thank you very much.Many thanks.

He looked at him and said nothing.For the first time in his 30 years of life, he experienced such a deep feeling that no language could convey it, and all the words he found seemed so pale and powerless, unable to express one ten thousandth of that feeling.

There is already a bloodbath on the Internet.

Liang Songying pointed to the video of Yan Wangxiao's singing that was shot and uploaded by a netizen: "Here, you said you already knew me from an old friend?"

Yan Wangxiao was following the news of the media and netizens. Hearing this, he raised his head from the screen of his mobile phone, "Ye Fei. He is your fan. There is one more thing you may not remember. Four years ago, you made a guest appearance in a movie and composed the theme song for the movie." At that time, I chatted with the screenwriter, and the screenwriter was Ye Fei. He was very happy when he came home that day, and he made the Manchu Banquet with his own hands, which almost broke my stomach, so I was very impressed, and I already 'hated' you at that time."

"Can you sing all my songs?"

"Ye Fei likes it, but I was forced to learn it. I love and hate you at the same time, but my imaginary rival's song is so beautiful, and he is so handsome, young and beautiful."

Liang Songying reminded him, "I'm thirty, the twilight of idols."

Yan Wangxiao continued: "In terms of love, you are at the sunrise. Brother, don't be discouraged, look at me, brother loves you."

Liang Songying: "It's too nasty, brother, can you help me hammer down the erected hair tubes?"

"Okay."

Yan Wangxiao was about to pounce on him, when someone "coughed" at the door, "Well, excuse me, I just came to see how you are doing?"

Liang Songying resisted Yan Wangxiao, turned her head to look at the person, and said with a smile: "Brother Ming, you are still so good this time, you are worthy of being my confidant, thank you!"

Li Minghui put a bouquet of flowers on the table and said, "My friend for so many years, why are you so polite. You are amazing. Although gender is an issue, you have a good eye."

Liang Songying touched Yan Wangxiao's shoulder, "Praise you."

Yan Wangxiao looked at Li Minghui, and there were only two words, "Thank you." Li Minghui had a strange feeling, he could feel that these two words contained a lot, not only thanking him for praising him, but also thanking him for his praise at the concert help.He looked at the two people in front of him, the two men, and suddenly he didn't feel that they were inconsistent at all, they were a perfect match.

In fact, Liang Songying was fine and was discharged from the hospital on the same day and returned to the hotel.He sent a Weibo to report his safety to fans who cared about him.Then I accepted an interview with a well-connected reporter, and the location was set in a hotel room.

Seeing her pale face in the mirror, Liang Songying went to the make-up artist of the concert team for a touch-up before sitting in front of the camera lens.

The photographer shouted to start.

Reporter Zeng faced the camera: "Hi everyone, I'm very happy today. Please come to do an interview with singer Liang Songying. Lan is not feeling well, so this interview will be relatively short. Lan, you have been in and out of the hospital frequently recently, and everyone is very concerned about you. Would you like to say a few words?"

The camera zoomed out and included Liang Songying who was sitting next to her. Liang Songying waved and smiled, "Hello everyone, I am Liang Songying. I am fine now, thank you for your concern."

Reporter Zeng patted Liang Songying's arm, "Lan, I heard that you were admitted to the hospital in a coma during the concert in City G. What happened? Some comments on the Internet accused you of using illness to escape the failed performance. What do you do about it? idea?"

"I didn't evade on purpose. This time I was hospitalized because of the sequelae of the previous lung stabbing, and breathing pain after strenuous exercise, so I was not in a coma, but couldn't breathe, so the staff sent me to the hospital." Liang Songying Sometimes I look at Zeng Ji, sometimes I look at the camera and say.

"It turned out that the situation at that time was more dangerous than we imagined. Then, Lan, will this sequelae affect your career as a singer in the future? Will you still be unable to breathe suddenly like yesterday?" Reporter Zeng asked.

"Yes. The doctor advised me not to hold any more concerts, and I obeyed. Therefore, this concert in G City will be my last concert. Although I failed to sing to the end, I would like to thank two people in particular, One is Brother Ming Li Minghui, and the other is Yan Wangxiao and Yan Er Shao. When I was admitted to the hospital for emergency treatment, they helped me refund the audience. Wang Xiao sang eight songs for me. Both for my fans and non-fans. A good explanation. They made my last concert less regretful, thank you very much! I don’t know what to say.” Liang Songying laughed.

"This news is amazing, the last concert. As your fan for many years, I feel very sorry." Reporter Zeng finally digested the news and calmed down his sadness. "But there is a popular saying on the Internet, It is said that the two of them are ruthless, and they can handle things calmly when your life or death is uncertain, and Yan Wangxiao even took the opportunity to gain attention, what do you think?"

"I believe they were very worried about me at the time, but the so-called confidant is to feel what others can't do, and to do what others can't do. To use a bad analogy, if one day I die, I will be burned to death in the recording studio , then I hope my friends don’t care about my dead body, and quickly take away my recorded song mother, otherwise I’ll be a ghost..." Liang Songying spread her hands and smiled, "It must be a resentful spirit. Every night I dream about why Don't care about my song why don't care about my song."

Reporter Zeng laughed, "It can be seen that you are very dedicated and love singing. Then I ask the last question. Regarding the three concerts this time, many people are dissatisfied. How do you think about it?"

Liang Songying said: "One style can't please everyone. I'm sorry. The three concerts please me. Maybe it's just me. I'm very satisfied. I've always wanted to do such a gorgeous visual and auditory event, I like it I like to sing, I like to dance, I like to wear beautiful clothes, and I design my own image according to my own aesthetics. Although everyone says that I am suitable for the little prince route of love songs, I still have to say that I like fast singing and fast dancing. Innovation, I like breakthroughs. Compared with the decline in popularity, what I can't bear is that I have no change in music."

Reporter Zeng faced the camera: "Thank you Lan for answering our questions, I think he is a little tired, don't look at his face is good, in fact, he went to someone to put on light makeup before shooting, he loves beauty, and he also thinks Showing a good image is a kind of courtesy and respect. So the interview is over, thank you." He turned his head and stretched out his hand, "Thank you for agreeing to accept my interview, it is a great honor."

Liang Songying held his hand and smiled, "You're welcome."

The interview video was broadcast that day and was also shared on the TV station's official Weibo.

"The last concert", these words undoubtedly shocked many people, and the tone of criticizing and scolding comments was much restrained.Some netizens said: "Spray, keep spraying, people won't sing anymore, are you happy?" "Some people think that singers live to sing for them, if they don't like it, it's like killing their life, brain circuit It's just weird." "In recent years, Liang Shen, who is a low-key Buddhist, has been sprayed to nothing by trolls, and the violence of online language is too scary."

Yan and Liang returned to City Y.

Yan Wangxiao looked at Liang Songying's Weibo where the heroes from all walks of life were fighting each other, "Give me the phone?"

Liang Songying was watching a singing talent show, without turning her head, she handed the phone to him, and unlocked it with her fingerprint.Yan Wangxiao took it over and opened Weibo, and changed his profile under his profile picture from "Singer Liang Songying, representative work "Unintentionally"" to "Aside from quarreling, it's okay for you to roll around here and kiss me, mua~ one first" .

Soon someone noticed that Liang Songying's profile had changed, and stared at the profile in a daze.The comments below started to refresh, "Our God Liang has really changed!" "I don't care, if you want to kiss, kiss me first, come on, fuck me!"

Yan Wangxiao felt self-inflicted when he saw the hot comments, so he quickly forwarded Liang Songying's latest Weibo, and attached a kiss expression: "I want to kiss~" Then, he returned to Liang Songying's Weibo, forwarded his own Weibo and Comment: "Dear Wang Xiao~mua~" Yan Wangxiao immediately switched to Weibo and forwarded the reply: "Happy [happy]"...

A senior netizen came out to eat melons, and pointed out sharply: "Yan Xiaoxiao's large-scale fine score scene [eating melons]".

Yan Wangxiao forwarded and replied happily, when the phone rang suddenly.He took a closer look, Fu Yu.Turning his hands faster than his head, he immediately pressed the mute button, lowered his head and continued to browse Weibo as if nothing had happened.Liang Songying turned around, "Did my phone ring?" Yan Wangxiao shook his head, "No."

After a while, there was another call, showing Jiang Xuesu.Yan Wangxiao thought for a while, turned up the volume of the ringtone, and handed it to Liang Songying, "Call."

Liang Songying took a look, "Hello?"

Jiang Xuesu spoke quickly, "What's going on with your Weibo? There's a whole large precision score scene. Are you okay?"

Liang Songying turned to look at Yan Wangxiao, "Why are you so smart? I haven't posted on Weibo or updated it."

Jiang Xuesu said in shock: "Your account has been hacked!"

Liang Songying asked: "Didn't you post any illegal, criminal, harmful, false advertising and fraud information?"

Jiang Xuesu said: "It's not, but it's very greasy."

Liang Songying smiled: "That's fine, don't worry about it, don't worry about it. Is there anything else? How are you doing?"

Jiang Xuesu said: "I'm still too busy to stop, let's have dinner and chat some other day when I'm free."

Liang Songying said: "Well, don't exhaust yourself too much, just combine work and rest."

Jiang Xuesu said: "I see, you should deal with that Weibo matter, I managed to get up there to take a look, it's really frustrating."

Liang Songying said, "Okay, goodbye."

Yan Wangxiao put away his pricked ears, lowered his head and checked Weibo.Liang Songying opened Weibo, which was his own Weibo homepage. When he saw his profile: "..." When he saw the latest Weibo: "..." When he saw the second Weibo: "..." He turned to look Xiang Yan Wangxiao: "..." Then handed the phone to Yan Wangxiao to play.

Yan Wangxiao happily accepted it.