Almighty superstar starts with divorce

Chapter 182: 182: The Finale
After the heavy snow, the winter solstice.

After a college session yesterday, in Liu Yi's community, the children came out one after another.

Someone had a snowball fight, someone made a snowman.

Occasionally, some joyful noises can be heard.

Song Qingchen was busy in the kitchen, and after a while, she slowly opened the bedroom door.

"Wake up, Liu Yi."

With this artificial alarm clock, Liu Yi really felt happy.

After Liu Yi got up, he washed up first, and then made a phone call with his family.

"Mom, happy winter solstice!"

"Xiao Yi, happy winter solstice!"

Liu Yi asked, "Is it cold at home?"

Mother Liu said: "It's not cold, it's not cold, we've moved to the building now, it's warm here."

Immediately afterwards, Mother Liu asked, "Little Yi, when are you coming back?"

Liu Yi said: "I will go back next month, and now I have to deal with the matter at hand."

"Oh" Mother Liu made a long sound.

"By the way, Mom, is the money I gave you enough?"

Liu Yi said happily: "Enough flowers, enough flowers."

As early as the last showdown with his parents, Liu Yi would give 10 yuan to the family every month.

Of course, how could parents in the countryside spend so much money?

Therefore, Mother Liu saved most of the money.

"Have you eaten dumplings yet?"

Liu's mother replied: "I'm packing, how about you?"

Liu Yidao: "We bought it ourselves and are cooking it. We are going to the hospital to see a friend."

Just when Liu Yi finished speaking, Father Liu immediately grabbed the phone.

"Little translator."

"Dad, what's your body like?"

After finishing this sentence, Liu Yi heard Liu's mother scold Liu's father——

"You old man, you still robbed my phone, my son and I haven't talked enough!"

"Very good!" Father Liu asked, "Have you found a girlfriend yet?"

Liu Yi looked puzzled, and he looked up at Song Qingchen.

Song Qingchen shrugged his shoulders, meaning——

"How do I know? I don't have your parents' contact information."

Liu Yi smiled.

"Dad, how did you know?"

Father Liu asked, "Didn't you just say that? You said 'you', but you didn't say you were alone."

Liu Yi slapped his forehead, and there was a "pop".

Why didn't you notice this.

Liu Yi simply admitted it directly.

"um, yes."

Liu Yi was delighted.

"Did you bring it back during the Chinese New Year?"

"Yes." Liu Yi said, "By the way, Dad, last time you had a chess match, who won at the end?"

Father Liu said, "Who else could it be? You Uncle Li and Uncle Zhang."

Liu Yi smiled, and a crisp sound came from Liu's father's phone.

Father Liu said, "Did you go on TV last time?"

Liu Yi was a little puzzled when he heard this sentence.

"What's on TV?"

Father Liu said, "It's the Heavenly King Award, and the Best Actor Award."

Liu Yi thought for a while, and it must have been broadcast live during the awards ceremony, so his father saw it.

"Well, there should be a live broadcast during the award ceremony."

Father Liu laughed from ear to ear.

"My son is now promising, promising."

He said it twice in a row, and you could see the joy in his heart.

In a joyous atmosphere, the conversation between the two ended.

After Liu Yi hung up the phone, he checked the time. It was already ten o'clock in the morning.

Song Qingchen also cooked the dumplings.

"Liu Yi, should we eat first or go to Wang Lang first?"

Liu Yi said: "Why don't we stop eating and eat together at Wang Lang's side."

"also!"

So, Song Qingchen put on the windbreaker and went out with Liu Yi.

Liu Yi drove, and Song Qingchen sat in the co-pilot.

"It's really cold today! Why is it still so cold after it doesn't snow?"

Liu Yi turned on the air conditioner, and the car was still warmer.

Song Qingchen's eyes dimmed slightly at this time, and her eyes looked at Liu Yi.

"Liu Yi, let me tell you one thing, you have to be mentally prepared."

Liu Yi nodded.

"What's the matter, tell me!"

Song Qingchen said: "Actually, before going to the imperial capital, I went to see Wang Lang's attending doctor."

"Yeah!" Liu Yi turned to look at Song Qingchen.

"what did the doctor say?"

Song Qingchen said: "The doctor said that Wang Lang may only be in the past few days."

After Liu Yi heard this sentence, he suddenly felt as if he was struck by lightning.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't say a word.

Song Qingchen said: "So, I don't want to see you sad when the time comes, so I will tell you in advance so that you can be mentally prepared."

Liu Yi nodded again.

"I see."

Then, Liu Yi said calmly: "Call He Xiaoyuan and Jian Yue back."

"I see."

After more than 20 minutes of driving, we have arrived at Xishi Hospital.

Liu Yi parked the car in the hospital.

Then he walked to Wang Lang's ward.

Just when he entered the door, he found Wang Lang lying on the edge of the window sill.

Liu Yi cleanly put the lunch box away, and hurriedly walked up to Wang Lang.

He supported Wang Lang's arm.

"Why did you get off the ground today?"

Wang Lang looked at Liu Yi and smiled, the sun shone on Wang Lang's face, it seemed that he was not as haggard as before.

Wang Lang said: "I don't know why, but my body is much better than before!"

Liu Yi smiled.

"That's good!"

Wang Lang looked out the window.

"You said these bugs hiding in the snow, will they come back to life next spring?"

Liu Yi said: "That's for sure, haven't you heard of a solar term called Jingzhe?"

Wang Lang nodded thoughtfully.

Liu Yi just stood aside, "Okay, today is the winter solstice, we cooked dumplings for you."

Wang Lang turned around, and Liu Yi helped him beside the hospital bed.

It stands to reason that the patient should not be able to eat much, but Wang Lang's today is different.

His appetite today is not bad.

A patient ate more than 20 dumplings.

After eating, Wang Lang touched his belly.

He smiled and said, "I really think I haven't had such a sense of satisfaction for a long time."

Then, Liu Yi helped him with his legs and helped him onto the bed.

Liu Yi could almost feel the edema in Wang Lang's legs.

After Wang Lang sat on the hospital bed, he looked at Liu Yi.

"What are your plans for the future?"

Liu Yi said: "I don't have any plans yet."

Wang Lang smiled.

"You have to know that although you have won three awards, things like fame will gradually be forgotten by people over time.

Therefore, your acting career and your singing career are not over. "

Liu Yi nodded.

"I know that the revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard."

Wang Lang continued: "However, I suggest that you develop in one direction, either the music industry or the film and television industry."

"Now, for me, the music industry and the film and television industry seem to be developing at the same time, and there is no problem."

Wang Lang said with a smile: "As long as you have that much energy."

Liu Yi nodded again.

Immediately afterwards, a smile suddenly appeared on Liu Yi's face, "I came to see you this time, and I have a surprise for you."

Wang Lang looked at Liu Yi, and then at Song Qingchen.

"The main god award for novels?"

Liu Yi was shocked. He thought that he could give Wang Lang a surprise.

But now he found that Wang Lang was like an outdoor expert.

He had already guessed the last half of the sentence before he finished speaking.

So Liu Yi said, "How about talking about Wang Langshen?"

Wang Lang's smile became even brighter.

It seems that today, Wang Lang eats more and talks more, and even his smile is much brighter than before.

"Congratulations, Liu Yi."

After finishing speaking, Wang Lang continued to add.

"I thought you were the only bosom friend like me, but now that you have won awards in all walks of life, your bosom friends have increased accordingly."

Liu Yi smiled.

"You can't say that. Although I'm involved in all walks of life now, I only have one bosom friend."

Wang Lang said: "I didn't expect that you could win four awards in a row. This is much better than I was back then."

Liu Yi shook his hand.

"It's still incomparable." Liu Yi said: "These awards this year belong to me, but when it comes to next year, no one can tell who it is."

"So, in the future, you have to remind yourself all the time to keep moving forward on the road of art."

Liu Yi nodded heavily.

Wang Lang continued: "Strive to promote your works to the world! Let more people in the world see the excellent works of our Huaguo."

Liu Yi nodded heavily again.

After nodding, Liu Yi said again: "There is another surprise, this surprise, you can't even think of it if you kill yourself."

Wang Lang leaned on the hospital bed and asked me to think about it.

Liu Yi and Song Qingchen just looked at Wang Lang like this.

However, time passed by second by second.

Wang Lang still didn't think about it until a minute later.

So he looked up at Liu Yi.

"Tell me, I can't guess."

Liu Yi turned to look at Song Qingchen.

Song Qingchen slowly moved a few steps towards Wang Lang's hospital bed.

Then he said: "I also won the best agent selected every three years."

After Wang Lang heard this sentence, he was extremely happy and joyful.

He kept saying, "Okay, okay, okay"

Immediately afterwards, he said to Liu Yi: "Xiao Song is a good girl, you should cherish it."

Liu Yi said: "I know."

Wang Lang gradually recalled when he was in Wenyi Street.

There is a lot of emotion in the eyes.

"I think back then, when you were in Wenyi Street, you were still a small artist."

Liu Yi smiled and said: "Yes, I didn't know that at that time, so you were once a gold medal composer in the Chinese music scene."

Wang Lang waved his hand.

"What a shit composer." Wang Lang said, "Now, you are the gold medal composer in Huaguo."

After Wang Lang finished speaking, he looked at the white wall of the ward, his eyes slightly lost in thought.

"It's all fate! It's a kind of fate that let you and I meet."

Liu Yi smiled and said, "Actually, there's no such thing as fate. I just came here to find you."

Wang Lang turned his head slowly and looked at Liu Yi.

"You came here specifically to find me?"

Liu Yi said: "Yes! At that time, Chen Jianxia said that there was a very powerful musician in Wenyi Street. Out of curiosity, I went to have a look."

Wang Lang said: "No matter what, we always met, but speaking of Chen Jianxia, ​​where is that little girl? Why haven't I seen her for a long time?"

Liu Yi moved the bench towards Wang Lang's hospital bed.

"Since the last list in June, Chen Jianxia has gone abroad for further studies, and he hasn't come back yet."

"Oh" Wang Lang made a long sound.

Gradually, the sound of footsteps came from Liu Yi's ears.

With the footsteps getting closer.

The door of the ward was slowly pushed open——

The person who came in was none other than He Xiaoyuan.

He Xiaoyuan carried a guitar on his back.

He first paid attention to Wang Lang.

"teacher."

Wang Lang nodded slightly and pointed to Liu Yi.

He Xiaoyuan took the guitar off his body and handed it to Liu Yi.

Liu Yi took it again.

"What does it mean?"

Wang Lang said: "This is the reward for the gold medal composer in the past two years. Now I will give you all the three guitars."

Liu Yi smiled and said, "There's no need for this. I think it's me, He Xiaoyuan, and Jian Yue. It's more appropriate for us to be alone."

Before Wang Lang could answer, He Xiaoyuan had already spoken.

He Xiaoyuan said: "Teacher Liu, don't shirk, in fact, my senior sister and I only know that we don't have this ability at all.

This guitar is not just a simple guitar.

On top of this guitar, there is also the hope of the teacher. "

Wang Lang looked at Liu Yi at this time.

"Just take this guitar away, take it away, these three are all yours, and it's consummated."

No matter how Liu Yijian tried to evade it, he couldn't evade it.

So, in desperation, he had no choice but to take the guitar, and Song Qingchen helped him put it beside the bed.

Liu Yi and Song Qingchen stayed with Wang Lang in the hospital all morning.

Even in the afternoon, the two of them did not leave.

At this time, heavy snow fell in the sky again, and the snowflakes fell from the boundless sky.

It fell on the clothes of every pedestrian.

I have to admit, this snowflake is really beautiful.

Wang Lang turned his head and looked at Xue Hua.

"The snow is getting heavier and heavier, Liu Yi, why don't you go back early, or the road will be slippery later and it will be difficult to walk."

Liu Yi said: "It's okay, just wait a little longer, it's snowing now, so it's not easy to go."

Wang Lang looked at Liu Yi.

"Many patients can't survive the winter, and I feel that maybe I can't survive the winter either."

Liu Yi glanced at Wang Lang, his eyes were very formal.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Immediately afterwards, Liu Yi added another sentence.

"If winter comes, can spring be far behind?"

Wang Lang tried his best to smile, and he pointed to the guitar beside the bed, which was the guitar he gave Liu Yi.

"Liu Yi, I haven't heard you sing for a long time, why don't you sing me a song?"

Liu Yi asked, "What song do you want to hear?"

Wang Lang thought for a while.

"Just listen to the song you released for the first time?"

Liu Yi asked: "Tomorrow will be better?"

"Yes, tomorrow will be better!"

So, Liu Yi looked at Wang Lang and smiled, and he took the guitar from the bed.

After the prelude, start singing.

【Knock gently to wake up the sleeping soul
slowly open your eyes
look at the busy world

】

gradually
The song is over.

Liu Yi looked at Wang Lang, "How is the singing?"

Wang Lang smiled, "Listen up."

"Liu Yi, I'm a little sleepy, take a rest first, you guys go back first, it's snowing outside."

Liu Yi nodded.

After saying this, Wang Lang gently closed his eyes.
The snow was still falling outside, and the snowflakes fell to the ground lightly.
(end of book)

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