After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

one year later.

Fang Qian saw the stalker backstage again, this was the seventh time in three days.

Standing in the same queue when buying coffee, standing opposite the shelf when buying CDs, and mixing with a bunch of girls when doing ground activities, this man is simply a lingering ghost.

Now he even became an employee in the backstage of the theater?Is this God joking with him?

The strange thing is that the man is like a magnet, once he appears, he firmly attracts his attention.

"You, come here." Fang Qian hooked his fingers at the man who was carrying the sundries.

The tall and big young man showed a surprised expression. He looked around and saw no one else, so he pointed to himself.

What kind of pretense are you pretending to be? You are so tall and stand out in the crowd. How could you think you didn't see him?

"Yes, it's you."

The young man put down the sundries and walked over, stopping a meter away from him: "Mr. Fang, do you have any orders?"

"Buy me a cup of coffee and deliver it to my dressing room."

This kind of thing should have been the job of Fang Qian's assistant, but the man didn't say anything, and returned to Fang Qian's dressing room with coffee after a while.

Fang Qian opened it and saw that it was a latte, and he became more certain about his guess: "Are you following me on purpose?"

The man's expression was somewhat embarrassed: "...I don't."

He also denied it, Fang Qian thought disdainfully, the five characters "I am a stalker" are almost written on this face.

"Then how do you know I like drinking lattes?"

This time the man said it very smoothly: "I bought it casually."

Fang Qian glanced at the man: "If you follow, follow. What dare you not admit it?" After finishing speaking, he took a sip of coffee, the temperature of the entrance was just right, and he was satisfied that this man was quite careful.

Men don't speak.

Fang Qian raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you really like me?"

The man suddenly showed a panicked expression, shook his head immediately, then nodded again, and it took a long time before he said "hmm" as if he didn't know how to explain.

Fang Qian was half amused and half mocking: "Why is a big man so coy?" He took off the cardboard on the coffee cup for heat insulation, took out a pen and wrote his name on it, and handed it to the man: "Take it , my autograph. At my fan meeting, I didn’t dare to ask me for my autograph, how can I be so timid when I’m so tall and big.”

The man took the cardboard and said coyly, "If Mr. Fang has nothing else to do, then I'll go first."

"Well, let's go." Fang Qian drank his latte, feeling a surge of joy in his heart for no reason.

The lights were warm, and the eyes of the audience were hotter than the lights. Thousands of people focused their attention on the figure in the center of the stage.

"I give you my hand, I give you love that is more precious than money, and I give you my whole self. In front of the priest and the law, are you willing to entrust yourself to me? Are you willing to travel with me on the journey of life, together To stay together forever?"

Fang Qian skillfully controlled his expression, and the actress opposite was obviously deeply involved in the scene under his leadership, with tears in his eyes, and he opened his mouth to take a line.

Suddenly, there was a slight creaking sound from above the stage. The actress didn't notice it, but Fang Qian subconsciously looked up. There was an indistinct darkness in the sky, which was no different from usual, but something bad came up in his heart. premonition.

His premonition has been very accurate since he was a child, and now his premonition tells him that he must leave the position as soon as possible, but a strange thing happened, his legs seemed to be glued to the floor of the stage, no matter how hard he tried, he could not Move an inch.

move!Hurry up! !

Anxiety and fear entangled in his heart, he ignored the ongoing performance, and desperately wanted to leave from where he was.

There was a "pop" sound above his head, and Fang Qian looked up, and saw a huge shadow rushing towards him - no doubt it was the beam on the top of the stage.

Seeing that the beam was about to hit him, it was too late to say it, but soon, a pair of hands suddenly pushed him away from the spot.

There was a scream from the auditorium, and when Fang Qian came back to his senses, the beam had fallen to the ground, and a heavy body was pressing on him, making him breathless.

He was shocked to see that the person on his body turned out to be the stalker from the morning.

The man's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his face was pale, and he clenched his teeth, as if trying to suppress the pain.But a pair of piercing eyes kept staring at him firmly, never moving away for a moment.

This look made him palpitate for no reason.

Are you OK?He wanted to ask, but he didn't know whether it was because he was afraid or because the man was holding him down, so he couldn't speak a word from his throat.

The surrounding staff rushed up one after another, moved the beam together, and lifted the man aside so that he could sit up.

The edge of the beam hit the man's calf, and someone brought scissors and cut open his trouser leg. The man's calf was already swollen, and it was shockingly red and purple.

"Are you okay?" Zhen Wen asked while grabbing his shoulder.Only then did he look away from the man and shook his head: "I'm fine."

The doctor called up the CT scan, pulled up and down the image, and said to the people present: "The patient did not hurt the bone, but the soft tissue was mainly crushed. Fortunately, the time was short and the degree was not serious. It was delivered in time. Please rest assured."

Zhen Wen beside him let out a long sigh of relief: "Thank you, doctor."

They left the consulting room and stood in the corridor of the hospital. No one spoke, and the atmosphere was a bit dull.

In the end, Zhen Wen couldn't hold back: "Did you see what was going on? Was there someone on it? The police told me that there were signs of man-made damage on it."

"No." Fang Qian denied, "There is no one above. I'm sure."

The whole thing was weird, Zhen Wen looked a little anxious, subconsciously touched the cigarette case in his pocket, but the hospital is a non-smoking place, so he said to Fang Qian: "Well, I'll go to the parking lot to smoke a cigarette, you can go and see that Save your employees and thank them well. Don't worry about the rest, I will arrange them."

"En." Fang Qian nodded obediently.

The men's ward is on the [-]th floor. I don't know if it's the theater troupe's deliberate preferential treatment, but it's still a single ward with good treatment.

Fang Qian opened the door, and the man was leaning on the bed with bandages and leg clamps on his legs, looking out the window boredly, seeing him coming, he just nodded coldly: "Mr. Fang."

The other party's attitude made Fang Qian a little uncertain for a while.

Because of his outstanding appearance since he was a child, he rarely encountered coldness when interacting with others. Only this person, while following him, could always alienate him, making him do not know what to do.

Fang Qian stood at the door, thought for a while, and said, "Are you okay?"

The man said blankly: "It doesn't matter."

I'm afraid the dead people whose heads are covered by white cloth are more vivid than him.Fang Qian became angry when he saw his unsalty appearance, and he spoke sharply: "Although you saved me, I am very grateful, but you don't follow me from now on."

The man didn't refute Fang Qian's words, but agreed in a deep voice: "Okay."

Fang Qian once again felt the powerlessness of being hit by his fist on the cotton, and felt a distorted unhappiness in his heart, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

The conversation stalled.Fang Qian had no choice but to turn around and leave. As soon as he left the door of the ward, he passed a young man.

It was that kind of indescribable familiarity again, he paused for a while, and couldn't help turning his head to look at the other person, but he couldn't remember where he had seen this person anyway.

Forget it, maybe he was too suspicious.Fang Qian thought to himself mockingly, suppressed all the doubts in his heart, and walked away.

Wu Qin put the fruit of sympathy on the bedside table and asked, "Was Fang Qian here just now?"

"Ah."

"Regarding this matter, have you found any traces of monster activity?"

"I'm not sure, maybe I have to ask someone to investigate."

"Yes. I see." Wu Qin nodded, "How's the leg? Is it serious?"

Zhang Yan moved his legs: "Small injury, it's not a problem."

Wu Qin showed a look of disapproval: "Zhang Yan, you shouldn't put yourself in danger for him."

"I know." Zhang Yan scratched his hair in distress, "I don't know why I threw myself out."

"It's been a year. Since there is no abnormality in Fang Qian, you don't need to continue to monitor him. When your legs are better, go to a special mission to get a new job?"

Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment, a trace of imperceptible bitterness flashed in his eyes, and he nodded silently.

"There is a report of a monster in Runan. I'm going to confirm it. I've already said hello to the hospital. Take care of yourself." Wu Qin urged.

"Well. I will."

Wu Qin left in a hurry just like when he came, and the ward became empty again.The wind blew through the half-open window, flapping the white curtains. Zhang Yan looked at the sky of Chenhai in the ward on the sixteenth floor, and remembered Fang Qian's lines.

I give you my hand, I give you love that is more precious than money, and I give you my whole self. In front of the pastor and the law, are you willing to entrust yourself to me?Are you willing to trek through the journey of life with me and stay together for the rest of your life?

He Lanjue also said this line to him.

Promise me quickly.He remembered his expectant tone.

When Fang Qian uttered this line, he stared at the person in front of him without blinking, his seriousness made people's heart palpitate.

It was He Lanjue's face and He Lanjue's voice.

For a moment, he even thought that He Lanjue had never left, but was just hiding in Fang Qian's body, playing a cruel joke with him.

Zhang Yan let out a long sigh.

He probably won't be able to overcome this hurdle in his life.

The news of Fang Qian's distress was all over the headlines of major social media the next day, and fans were all blown up. Zhao Ling watched it for a while, and turned off the webpage only to find that the protagonist of the incident had disappeared for a long time, probably because he was in a bad mood. Well, hiding somewhere.

Having known Fang Qian for so many years, she knew him well enough to know where he used to hide, so she immediately drove to Chenxi.

As soon as she entered the lobby of Jiyuan Building, she heard a piano sound, which was Chapter 3 of Beethoven's "Pathetique".

Came from down the hall.Fang Qian was indeed here.

Zhao Ling walked along the tempered glass spiral staircase inside the lobby to the basement, stopped on the platform halfway, and looked at the figure playing the piano.

——The school has a grand piano here, and few people usually come here, so whenever Fang Qian is in a bad mood, he will run over.

Today is "Sorrowful", and it seems that his mood is extremely bad.

It was raining heavily in Chenhai, the majestic sound of the rain outside the glass curtain wall and the sound of the piano in the piano room.

...but the pain knocks at the door, and once it dwells in him it never fades away...

She remembered the sentence written by Roman Rolland in "The Biography of Beethoven", and sighed—after the rescue, perhaps the lack of oxygen caused brain damage, and Fang Qian lost most of his memory for half a year.

On the surface, he still loves to laugh and make trouble as before, but only people like Zhao Ling who have been by his side for many years will know that he has always been in pain in his heart.

She waited patiently for a while, and didn't call him until the end of the song.

Fang Qian stopped, his brows still furrowed, obviously the majestic melody failed to soothe the boredom in his heart.

He raised his head and said to Zhao Ling who came up to him, "I want the list of backstage staff, immediately."