It's okay not to fry CP! [Entertainment]

When He Zishu woke up, an unknown instrument rang in his ears.

Drip, drip, uninterrupted one sound after another.

The soreness climbed up, and the cold skin hurt all the way to the bone.

He Zishu moved his stiff knuckles and opened his eyes.

The beam of light was dazzling, stirring up the dust particles, covering his head and face.

He Zishu groaned and frowned.

He never knew that the sun could be so heavy.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard "Zi Shu!"

The voice was both joyful and startled, and He Zishu finally came to his senses.

"A...Xia?"

He Zishu only felt that his throat was tight, and there was a dry burning pain.

They are obviously two words that are not unfamiliar at all, but it seems that they have been tossed around before uttering them.

"Didn't you say it was a flesh injury? Why is your voice so hoarse?!" The man called "A Xia" quickly got up and poured a glass of water, half-supporting He Zishu to straighten up.

After stuffing a pillow, he handed the blue-green plastic straw to He Zishu's mouth, and the man continued, "I said you too, how old are you, how can you still fall down the stairs?"

"You don't even know how ugly those marketing accounts are, such as late-night trysts, drinking and buying, if it wasn't for being suppressed by Le Qing, there might be something wrong."

"Maybe there will be a fan meeting in a few days, ancestor, please don't get into trouble again..."

The man was talking to himself, and He Zishu was quietly sucking on the straw while listening.

ton ton ton.

After taking a few sips of warm water to moisten his throat, the water cup bottomed out, and most of the impatience disappeared, so He Zishu was free to raise his head.

He blinked his eyes, his thoughts were still a little confused, so that he only listened to half of the words.

The left ear goes in and the right ear goes out, barely grabbing the last few tails: "Fan meeting?"

He Zishu frowned: "Where did you trick some girls to get popular?"

The man he called "A Xia" froze strangely.

The water glass slipped down in an instant and hit the thick white quilt.

"Where do you want to do this time?"

"Flyover? Or the snack street next door?" He Zishu bit the straw flat and rubbed it twice.

"Tian, ​​bridge...?" The man pulled the straw, and the ending sound was dragged and drawn out.

He Zishu's face was watered.

"Flyover?" He Zishu wiped his face, and smoothed out the small dent in the quilt: "I've been lying on the street office's aunt's blacklist for a long time, Liu Daodao, please be quiet and don't cause trouble."

He Zishu didn't pay much attention to Liu Xia's expression. Following his movements, the infusion tube in his hand hit the metal rod. He pointed and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with me?"

"Zi, Zishu, don't, don't scare me." Liu Xia swallowed, her voice trembling slightly: "What are you talking about!"

He Zishu: "What are you talking about?"

He glanced around, and his eyes fell on the hospital brochure with the words "advanced", "private", and "convalescence" printed on it, and even translated into multiple languages.

Unable to hold back, he opened it and took a look.

Almost lost half-life.

"Liu Dao, will you pay for this hospitalization fee for me?" He Zishu didn't even dare to look carefully at the number of zeros that followed.

Liu Xia was stunned for a long time, then reluctantly moved his facial muscles, and murmured: "You, you say it again!"

Before He Zishu could reply, a cold hand was already pressed against his forehead, checking his temperature repeatedly, and he was still talking plausibly.

He Zishu struggled to listen, and managed to piece together a few unfriendly words.

They are "Fuck", "Gan", "Fuck", and "Die".

If you don't pay, you don't pay!

Why are you still scolding the master?

"Zishu, don't scare me!" Liu Xia repeated this sentence mechanically, almost crying.

He Zishu panicked when he saw this.

If you don't pay, you don't pay, why, why are you still crying? !

This lay down at least half a year's wages, he is a small resident singer and has not cried yet, a small capitalist is crying first!

"No, Liu Daodao, don't cry." He Zishu didn't care about the infusion in his hand, and quickly turned around to take out a tissue: "I'll just say it casually, mainly because I don't have so much money on hand."

"Then, look, I'll advance my salary a few months in advance, is that okay?"

Liu Xia cried even louder.

In He Zishu's bewildered eyes, the man had already slapped the bell on the bedside loudly, followed by a hoarse voice——

"Doctor, save the child!!!"

He Zishu: "..."

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The doctor spent an hour examining He Zishu from start to finish, but found nothing except soft tissue contusion and a slight concussion.

He Zishu also spent an hour passively and repeatedly accepting a fact.

He is still him, He Zishu is still He Zishu.

But it wasn't the 18-year-old bar singer He Zishu, but He Zishu, the lead singer of APEX, the top popular boy group under Leqing.

Chief, top, male group lead singer, Ace.

Seven years.

He just missed his foot on the stairs.

But it fell out of a seven-year hole.

He Zishu's hands clenched and then loosened, loosened and clenched again.

He felt like a fire that ignited and boiled suddenly, and then went out in an instant.

Those emotions are too much, too complicated, and the clang is crowded with everything, but I lose my temper.

He Zishu didn't know what to do, he just felt a little bored.

He got up and wanted to open the window wider, but before he reached the window, he was stopped by Liu Xia's shrill and sharp "What are you doing!"

That posture, as if He Zishu was about to break out of the window on the spot and fly freely.

"I didn't want to jump off the building." He Zishu looked innocent.

"You still want to jump off the building?!" Liu Xia's hands were shaking angrily.

"Ancestor, don't stand over there, the reporters below are holding it! A few eyelashes can be photographed clearly for you!"

"There may still be fans guarding the hill opposite."

He Zishu withdrew his hand as if being burned, quite at a loss: "I, am I so red?"

Can there still be fans on the top of the mountain? !

"Isn't it the famous one?"

Liu Xia fiddled with the phone, pointing to the Weibo account with 7000 million fans and said to He Zishu, "You are a good pretender, and you have added some details in it."

"Look, there is one more person in the world of modesty from then on."

"Generally known as He Zishu."

He Zishu wanted to die in peace.

He stared at that Weibo account for a long time. After a long time, he moved back to the hospital bed, propped his hands on the edge of the bed, bowed his head and said nothing.

After taking a hearty light, he was pressed down by the curtain that the general drew.

He Zishu was naturally cold and fair-skinned, even under the half-blind and half-dark light of the ward, he didn't lose half of it.

Looking at it from Liu Xia's point of view, the exquisite facial features can hardly pick out a blind spot, even if the people around him who are too close to each other, it is difficult to get out of this shocking appearance for a moment in a daze.

Especially the red mole at the corner of the eye, itchy like provocative.

Liu Xia thought to herself, she can't blame those 7000 million fans.

Just this face, it's really God's reward.

He Zishu tore off the needle and pasted it, and the area around the deep purple needle hole was bruised, making people's eyes hurt.

He rubbed the bruise for a while, and after a while, he added a few red spots.

After staring at it for a while, He Zishu sighed.

"Tired?" Liu Xia asked.

"Yes." He Zishu nodded.

It is simply human suffering.

When he was younger, he would often think about when he was old enough, when he could support himself, when he would have enough food and clothing.

No matter how rampant and unscrupulous he is, when he gains both fame and fortune...then what?

Then, I fell down, fell asleep, and woke up with everything.

But he was afraid.

The seven-year hole has been beaten into an empty skeleton.

However, "others" say that the empty skeleton is blooming.

They persisted in their own way and grew up, with a shape.

But he couldn't call out his name.

Liu Xia came out of the bathroom and handed the drained towel to He Zishu. She was a little distressed, but she didn't know where to start to comfort her. It took her a long time to say: "It's actually not the same."

He Zishu narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a while, he asked, "Are you serious?"

"Of course." Liu Xia had accepted the fact that He Zishu lost his memory through repeated self-hypnosis.

"You who used to be my boss, but now you wash my towels here, do you really feel the same?" He Zishu wiped his face, half of his face was covered with a towel, only a pair of innocent eyes were exposed .

Liu Xia: "..."

Gan!

Is this speaking human language? !

Liu Xia endured and endured, grabbed the towel, pulled over the quilt, and covered him tightly from head to toe.

A set of movements flowed smoothly, leaving no room for buffering the suffocating truth.

There is a saying that goes well, as long as you move fast enough, sadness can't catch up with him.

"Liu Dao, I think... I might not be able to." He Zishu struggled for a long time, and finally told the truth.

When he was a resident singer, Liu Xia, the titular bar owner, often put up "Bar! Cat Cafe! Zishu and Mao take turns meowing meowing!" in order to fill the space for him. girl.

He didn't even dare to call those little girls fans.

But now, looking at the yellow V on the red background, the head portrait with the words "He Zishu" written on it, and the 7000 million fans underneath.

He really couldn't admit the fact that "this He Zishu is that He Zishu".

Let God know that he admits defeat.

"If you can't do it, you have to do it." Liu Xia patted He Zishu on the head, put away his unscrupulous expression, and said seriously: "You must do it."

He Zishu frowned in pain, "I don't remember anything."

"It's okay, you're not the only one in the team."

"What about my teammates and...the manager?" He Zishu raised his head.

Liu Xia's cramming education, chattered with him for an hour, and the first thing he talked about was the company he belonged to - Leqing.

Le Qing, together with Li Xing and Hua Xia next door, is called the Big Three in the industry.

Almost all super-first-line and first-line artists come from their banners.

Even the big names in the circle who finally became independent and set up their own studios will never forget the last name of their old club.

Two-way pedals have achieved the unshakable position of Leqing, Lixing and Huaxia in the industry.

And APEX, the top pop boy group that Le Qing single-handedly created, lives up to its name and is extremely arrogant.

Since his debut, he has worked steadily to the peak, the kind that can cause the passageway to be paralyzed if he stops at the airport for a few seconds.

Liu Xia is not his assistant, not his manager.

Apart from his status as a best friend, he stayed here for another important reason.

He Zishu fell down the stairs from his bar.

As one of the parties involved, under the remote control of the agent "Sister An", he sent himself to this private nursing home.

The lead singer of the band has 7000 million fans.

The golden leaves of this cash cow were all knocked off, and he lay down in the hospital for a long time.

There was no sign of teammates or managers, let alone a phone call.

"Huh?" He Zishu poked the wandering Liu Xia.

Liu Xia was silent for a while, and then answered, "I just told me that I'm on the way."

For some reason, He Zishu felt that Liu Xia's gaze on him was very light, so he only gave it a false look, and dodged to avoid it.

Seeing Liu Xia's somewhat cramped footsteps, He Zishu gave an absent-minded "hmm".

"Really can't remember anything?" Liu Xia didn't give up, opened the drawer and spread a few album posters all over the bed, "Look, don't you recognize any of them?"

The tiny broken wind came in through the window, like a short unsharpened knife, cut twice bluntly and perfunctorily, and stopped hastily before the thoughts burst.

He Zishu didn't realize it himself, most of his eyes fell on one person.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"I know this one." He Zishu crossed his legs and pointed at himself on the poster.

Also, it's pretty nice.

Liu Xia: "..."

"Thank you so much, my mother." Liu Xia carefully rolled up the poster and put it back in place like a tribute. "They were all sent by the little nurse to be signed, so don't break them."

"I'm on it too," He Zishu pointed to the half eye exposed on the poster, "You can sign your name first."

Before letting heaven know that he admits defeat, let him inflate a bit.

"Will you?" Liu Xia asked lightly.

"Maybe... I can try." He Zishu followed suit.

"No, you can't." Liu Xia refused directly.

If the handwriting is too elementary school chicken, the little nurse will definitely suspect that it is his ghostwriting.

Liu Xia half-squatted to hide the poster, sat on the low chair beside the bed, looked at He Zishu who didn't know what he was thinking, and asked, "Thinking about Team Lu and the others?"

"Lu Corps?"

"Well, APEX captain, Lu Jinshen."

"Lu Jinchen?"

The name rolled around in his mouth, rolling some residual warmth.

"That's it."

He couldn't help but think about it, even if he was resisting subconsciously, but the thought stuck in his head, and he wanted to run wild.

Liu Xia sighed for a long time, and his tone was particularly vicissitudes: "What can be forgotten should be forgotten."

In order to strengthen his confidence, he quickly turned his head and added: "The celebrity said."

He Zishu: "Really."

"Yes."

He Zishu glanced at him quietly: "Which celebrity?"

Liu Xia didn't know that after making up this pastime, he still had to take care of the after-sales service, the smile froze on his face, no matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't say the phrase "Liu Xiafusky".

After struggling for a long time, looking at He Zishu's back, he replied, "Lu Xun."

He Zishu: "..."

Liu Xia walked around to He Zishu: "As long as you say it rightly, and you can't remember who said it, it's Lu Xun who said it."

He Zishu applauded face-saving: "Well said."

"Teacher Lu not only speaks well, but also has a lot of courage. Have you read "Lu Xun Crusoe"? He survived tenaciously on an uninhabited island for 28 years and even fought with sharks."

He Zishu didn't hold back, and laughed.

The god damn teacher Lu who fought with a shark.

From waking up to now, the emotions that are so sharp that they can almost pierce themselves have been scattered in this book "Lu Xun Crusoe".

"It's nice to smile," Liu Xia threw an orange over, "The most important thing in life is to be happy."

He Zishu caught it firmly.

During the ups and downs of the movement, a section of clean and slender to the extreme cold white wrist was revealed, which was made even whiter by the orange-red mass.

He peeled off the meridians very patiently, and then stuffed a flap into his mouth: "Is this what your teacher Lu said?"

"It's not, but Teacher Lu will also think it makes sense."

When the orange was eaten to the last piece, there was a faint sound of walking in the corridor.

There is a heavy door in the distance, and I can't hear or distinguish clearly.

"Maybe it's the Army Corps and they're here."

He Zishu looked at Liu Xia, who had drooped his shoulders, but became cautious after saying this, and moved to the window step by step to close the curtain.

I was even more puzzled.

He Zishu had never seen the bully Liu Xia like this.

There is a word of counseling everywhere on his body.

For some reason, He Zishu felt that he couldn't eat the last piece of orange.

The author has something to say: finally open the article, let the babies wait for a long time!