I heard the king is dumb

Jiang Cheng's house is not big, but it is still empty for living alone.An Luo went to the supermarket to buy some food and daily necessities and returned to her residence.

He tidied up his things and started cooking.

What he cooks is simple and light, and what he eats is silent.

After eating, I poured out the leftovers, cleaned the dishes, washed an apple for myself, picked up the fruit knife, and slowly peeled it. When my hand slipped, a long and thin wound appeared on my finger, and the blood oozed immediately. out.

He stared at the apple in a daze. It turned out that peeling an apple is really not as simple as it seems.

He treated the wound briefly, continued to peel it, ate it after peeling it, and poured himself a cup of honey tea after eating.

It must have been a long time since no one lived in the house. He cleaned it back and forth. He had just recovered from a serious illness, and his physical strength had already been exhausted today. An Luo insisted on wiping the floor again.

The room was clean, the food was eaten, there was nothing to wash the clothes, everything that could be done was done, and only one person was left squatting on the balcony in a daze.

An Luo looked up at the sky in a daze, tears streaming down his face, he didn't want to cry, but the tears couldn't be stopped.It seems that too much has been accumulated, and at this moment, it floods like a flood that bursts a levee.

You shouldn't let yourself be idle.

There was someone downstairs looking at him, and he tried to hold his head back to keep the tears from streaming down his face.

An Luo didn't go out for two days, Zhong Yi didn't leave for two days.

The press conference was arranged very formally, and in everyone's words, it was very humane. Jiang Cheng booked a press conference in the lobby of a luxury hotel. Before the meeting started, he prepared desserts, dishes, wine and the like for everyone, waiting for everyone The reporter had a good rest, and the meeting started on time at [-]:[-] p.m.Two hours before the start of the press conference, An Luo was taken to the venue.The venue is very large, but there are basically no absentees.

An Luo was a little nervous.

I haven't seen such a scene for a long time.

Jiang Cheng noticed An Luo's strangeness and patted An Luo's back.

"Don't worry, I've taken care of the reporters, they won't embarrass you, and you don't need to talk, just let us handle it."

An Luo nodded, but she was still a little apprehensive.

The press conference started soon, Jiang Cheng brought An Luo into the arena, followed by overwhelming flashes of light.

An Luo felt a little uncomfortable being photographed.

"Thank you all journalists for attending An Luo's press conference. Today we will respond to An Luo's driving incident..."

Jiang Cheng told those pre-prepared stories, trying to maintain an image of An Luo while being reasonable.

An Luo listened quietly, watching the reporters in the audience pay for it hard, was moved by Jiang Cheng and almost cried.

The story is very moving, with mixed truths and falsehoods.An Luo was stimulated by the concert incident and wanted to atone for his sins, so he drove to commit suicide, but in fact that incident had nothing to do with An Luo at all, he just blamed himself for not protecting his fans well.

After Jiang Cheng finished his speech, it was time for reporters to ask questions.He had already arranged that he would not ask An Luo sharp questions, and An Luo only needed to nod or shake his head without speaking.

At the beginning, the reporter asked friendly questions, basically asking An Luo how she was feeling now, and she didn't need to be sad, An Luo nodded with a smile.

At this time, a reporter tried to squeeze to the front. Jiang Cheng didn't know this newspaper, so his heart tightened.

"Mr. An, I heard that you can't speak now, can you?"

One sentence froze the entire venue instantly, all the reporters looked at the person who asked the question in disbelief, his expression was determined, he didn't seem to be asking random questions, and then all the people turned their eyes to An Luo.

Jiang Cheng wanted someone to invite the reporter out, but he couldn't easily pick it off because the arrow was on the string. He glanced at An Luo.

Jiang Cheng grabbed the microphone and wanted to announce the end of the press conference, but the reporter who asked the question pressed him back with a very loud question,...Jiang Cheng couldn't control it anymore.

An Luo looked at the person who asked the question and remained silent. After a long time, he nodded.

There was an uproar at the scene, this is tomorrow's big headlines, the flashing lights frantically turned on again, and then a series of unbridled questions swarmed in.

"Mr. An, since when did you lose your voice?"

"Mr. An, is it caused by this accident or the last concert?"

"Mr. An, is this temporary or permanent?"

"Mr. An, our reporter once photographed you frequenting a well-known gay bar in our city. Is your sexual orientation normal?"

Another question that took everyone's breath away, this time a reporter asked the question.All the reporters were crazy about tomorrow's headlines, and put aside Jiang Cheng's confession.They looked at An Luo like hungry wolves, wanting him to give an answer that everyone was excited about.

An Luo's pupils deepened instantly, and he felt his fingers trembling slightly while holding the phone.He suddenly thought of the scene when he was interviewed by the media for the first time. At that time, there were as many reporters as today, the same sharp questions, and the same "beating" in public. How did he answer at that time?He saw a young man straightening his chest proudly, talking plainly about those people's curious childhood background and his empty background.The boy was shining like the brightest star in the crowd, the light hurt An Luo's eyes and heart.

Where did that self go?

"I......"

An Luo wanted to answer, but couldn't make any sound.

"I really can't speak!"

"My God, this is big news!"

"Shoot him, snap him, headline tomorrow!"

......

"An Luo, you go back quickly, I'll take care of it!"

Jiang Cheng said on the sidelines, but An Luo didn't move.

"I....."

His throat felt as if a sharp knife had been slashed crazily, and the pain was so painful that An Luo's forehead was dripping with sweat.

He still didn't seem to let himself go, desperately trying to make a sound, the venue gradually became quiet, and only An Luo was left hoarsely repeating my broken words.

"An Luo, I can't say any more, don't say any more!"

Jiang Cheng stopped him, but An Luo didn't listen. He took a sip of water and wanted to keep trying.

Please, please, let me say a word, just a word.

Jiang Cheng forgot to persuade, the reporters forgot to ask questions, and time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Whose song have you been listening to lately?

An Luo, don't you know, that boy is handsome and his songs are good, and I heard that he wrote all the songs himself!

The winner of the best new singer is: An Luo!

The artist who won the best-selling album is: An Luo!

The singer who won the Best Popularity Award is: An Luo!

......

I don't know when it started, there will always be a few An Luo songs in the playlist.

Sad in love, listen to his slow song, he will whisper in your ear.

Be happy, you can listen to a fast song, and you will unconsciously dance to the beat of the drum.

When you are lost and confused, here is a heart-warming song, the words are chic and wanton, urging people to forge ahead.

An Luo wrote hundreds of songs in five years, all of which are classics.He is like everyone's guardian angel, using his voice to accompany everyone through the day and night.

But now such a person can't speak, let alone sing.

Everyone will be sorry!

Just let him say a word, a word is fine...