After adopting paranoid gods

Standing beside He Zhiye, Ji Tang smiled and said, "This is a fan party I prepared for you."

He Zhiye couldn't see all of this, but he could clearly feel it through his voice—there were many people around him.

They were all very happy, and the laughter He Zhiye had never heard after his death was full of sunshine and warmth, wrapping him tightly.

"Mr. Ji Tang?!" Suddenly someone exclaimed: "You are here, we have been waiting for you for a long time!"

Ji Tang is the leader of He Zhiye's fan group and the main organizer of this tea party.Ji Tang was stunned, and nodded to the girl who was also a fan.

The girl was wearing a supportive pink dress. After greeting Ji Tang, she ran to the dining table and brought a piece of strawberry cake, and handed it to Ji Tang: "Mr. Ji Tang, this is for you. Everyone who comes to the party has a cake."

Ji Tang took the cake and whispered, "Thank you."

When he saw the cake, he was stunned. He saw a small chocolate card inserted on the cake base covered with strawberry jam and cream.The chocolate sauce on the sign outlines the appearance of a villain.

Their outlines are a bit blurred and crooked, but judging from the signs wearing black cloth, they are drawing He Zhiye.

Of the photos that He Zhiye circulated on the Internet, there was only the one of him standing in the dark with his eyes covered with a black cloth, and they could only take this picture.

He Zhiye...?

Ji Tang had a strange feeling about this cake for a while.

If he ate the chocolate brand, it would be equivalent to eating He Zhiye.

Ji Tang turned her head and glanced at the indifferent expression of the young man beside her.

Fortunately, He Zhiye couldn't see it.

If He Zhiye saw him carrying a cake with Xiao Zhiye on it, he would not know how to explain it.

Ji Tang pulled He Zhiye to a small corner, held the cake, and said to He Zhiye mysteriously: "Mr. He, open your mouth, I will feed you."

He Zhiye: "?"

He Zhiye complied.

Ji Tang picked up the little piece of He Zhiye chocolate with a fork, and then sneakily put it into He Zhiye's mouth.

After He Zhiye had a meal, he ate it without hesitation when he thought that Ji Tang had fed him.

The chocolate is also made by the people in the fan group. It is delicious, not greasy, and has a faint milky fragrance.

Poor He Zhiye didn't know that he ate himself.

Ji Tang thought.

He fed He Zhiye a few mouthfuls of strawberry cake to make up for him.

After the two finished solving the cake secretly, Ji Tang took He Zhiye out to play.

There were quite a few people outside, and the barbecue on the grill was almost finished, exuding a delicious smell of meat, and bottles of champagne were placed on the table.Balloons hang on the table like colorful bubbles.

As soon as Ji Tang came out, other people enthusiastically stuffed a lot of freshly baked barbecue, making Ji Tang a little overwhelmed.

Ji Tang put the barbecue on the dining table, and wanted to secretly enjoy it with He Zhiye.But he was next to a barbecue pit and saw Director Chen He.

Old Crane was wearing the largest pink support uniform and a fan hat, squatting by the barbecue pit and eating pig intestines.Makes him look like a giant pink bubble from a distance.

The old crane bit the pig's intestines that had been burnt red, and glanced at Ji Tang: "You're here too?"

Ji Tang chuckled, and whispered proudly: "Yes, I am He Zhiye's big fan."

"I remember!" Old Crane laughed: "He Zhiye's big fan, hello!"

A name that has not been mentioned for many years is mentioned by many people again, and there is a strange feeling spontaneously.

He Zhiye, who was standing aside, was stunned when he heard Director Lao He's voice, and murmured, "Teacher...?"

Ji Tang responded to He Zhiye: "Yes. He was your former teacher, Mr. Chen He."

He Zhiye seemed to think of something, but he didn't say it. He just stood there, looking at his teacher with gray hair with invisible eyes.

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Ji Tang found a place where no one was around, and watched Director Lao He cheerfully squatting on the ground roasting his intestines from a distance.

Ji Tang said to He Zhiye: "Mr. He, I don't remember if I told you. I want to prepare a movie for you. Now the movie is almost ready, and the director of the movie is your teacher. This movie , you have to take a good shot."

He Zhiye's figure trembled slightly, and his expression was a little more disbelieving.But his expression quickly returned to calm, he pursed his lips and nodded.

No one knew what turbulent emotions were rolling in his eyes, which were blindfolded by the black cloth.

Ji Tang: "Just work hard."

Old Crane has already cooked the sausage.After Ji Tang finished speaking, he bought two skewers of roasted pig intestines from Director Lao He, and gave He Zhiye the one with the most sauce.

He Zhiye ate this kind of food for the first time after his death, but because Ji Tang gave it to him, he ate it without hesitation.

The red-hot grilled sausages are topped with a lot of sauce, which tastes a bit spicy, but also extremely chewy, delicious.

Director Lao He's barbecue skills are actually quite good.

He Zhiye inexplicably remembered some of his past with Lao He, he threw the skewers into the trash can next to him, and said softly, "Actually, I still owe Chen He something before I die."

"what?"

He Zhiye raised the corner of his mouth: "A song."

That song was prepared by He Zhiye as the opening song for the movie press conference.

At the same time, it is also a song written by his teacher Chen He.It took a long time to sand out.

Director Chen He even bought an expensive bouquet and tried to give it to the student He Zhiye who was singing.

But He Zhiye didn't have time to sing in the future, and didn't even have time to make a sound.He was crushed to death by the chandelier, and the fire burned his throat.His songs even disappeared in this world.

At this moment, He Zhiye and Ji Tang were standing on the hillside at the back of the exhibition hall. The hillside was surrounded by grassland. A gust of wind blew through, and they could smell the faint fragrance of green grass.

Ji Tang also experienced the same thing as He Zhiye.

He said that he wanted to raise his parents until they grow old.

But he never saw them again before a wrinkle appeared on his mother's face.

What you want to give, if you don't have time to give, you will lose the opportunity forever.

This feeling, Ji Tang knew very well that it was very uncomfortable.

Ji Tang turned her head and glanced at He Zhiye.

He Zhiye has been dead for many years, and his expression has always been very indifferent, never showing loss or sadness.But Ji Tang knew that He Zhiye would feel a little sad at this moment.

He didn't want to make the other party sad.

Ji Tang whispered: "Mr. He, do you still remember how to sing that song?"

He Zhiye: "Of course I remember."

Ji Tang laughed, and the laughter was more beautiful than the grassy breeze: "Then how about you sing that song? None of your fans have heard your song."

Movies, songs, and photos about He Zhiye were all destroyed.Current fans know nothing about He Zhiye's works.

It's time to let them know He Zhiye's strength.

"I'll put a broken radio on stage, and you just sing where they can't see it. I'll fix the microphone and speakers for you."

The breeze blew Ji Tang's broken hair, and he stood in the wind with sunshine, like a warmer breeze.

"After all, Director Chen He and your former fans are waiting for you."

"Wait until you walk out of this abandoned film exhibition hall and step into the light."

Ji Tang just saw a former fan of He Zhiye at the party.

She is the oldest fan here, with white hair, she looks older than Director Lao He, and she sits tremblingly in a wheelchair.

Mr. He Zhiye once brought countless pinks to her throughout her girlhood. After that, He Zhiye's songs and movies were banned, and she was no longer a girl.

When she came here, she no longer longed to hear and see He Zhiye's banned songs and movies, but just wanted to be a girl again at the end of her life.

He Zhiye was silent for a long while, then nodded, "Okay."

Ji Tang went to prepare without hesitation.After a while, Ji Tang told He Zhiye that he could sing.

The place where He Zhiye sang was covered by a curtain, and there were all kinds of equipment such as microphones and tuners.

Outside the curtain is a small table with a broken radio on it, and people will think that the music is coming from this radio.

Ji Tang only told everyone that an anonymous person brought a tape to the party, and the tape could play a very nice song.

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On the other side, He Zhiye stood in the dim curtain and picked up the microphone in front of him.

He had picked up the microphone countless times during his lifetime, and when the chandelier fell on him, he thought he would never have such an opportunity again.

But did not expect.

Ever since the young man pulled him by the hem of his clothes and walked him out of the abandoned exhibition hall that was darkened by the sun, his dark world had shone with dazzling light.From then on, he will never see the light of the secular world again.

He gripped the microphone tightly, recalling the song that he hadn't had time to sing before his death.

The moment He Zhiye spoke.

The whole place was silent.

Only the old crane suddenly ate the half-eaten sausage and sat up from the bench.