After the top flow fans fell off the horse

Zhu Wen sent Xu Shixi back to the hotel. Xu Shixi had just taken two steps when he heard the whistle behind him.

When he turned his head, Zhu Wen rolled down the passenger window and asked him, "Want to have a drink?"

Before getting out of the car, Xu Shixi put on his sunglasses and mask, but he shook his head lightly without saying a word.

Zhu Wen hesitated to speak, Xu Shixi walked back, knocked on the exposed half of the window glass, and signaled her to speak directly.

Zhu Wen said: "After Assistant Lu called, I always felt that you were not in a good mood. You can tell us anything, whether it's Cheng Er, Wen Wenxuan or me, we are all behind you."

"It's okay," Xu Shixi said, "Go ahead."

"What can I do?" Zhu Wen smiled, "You really don't need me to accompany you?"

Xu Shixi's face was tightly covered, and no expression could be seen. He lifted his foot and lightly kicked the tire: "Are you Wen Wenxuan, Xiao Wenzi, mother-in-law."

"Okay, I won't talk about it." Zhu Wen laughed and made a phone call gesture, "Call us anytime if you have any questions."

Xu Shixi took two steps back, pulled out his hand from his trouser pocket and waved it out, showing disgust in his action.

It wasn't until Zhu Wen's car disappeared from sight that Xu Shixi turned around and walked towards the hotel.

"Have you read Weibo, Xu Shixi came to City X?"

"Really? Why did he come to City X? I haven't seen the news?"

"I don't know, but a fan ran into him at the airport and said he was very, very handsome, and even got Xu Shixi's autograph. I was so sour."

……

The chatter of the two girls passing by got into his ears, and was immediately squeezed out by the melody in his mind.

Xu Shixi pressed the elevator button, looked at the number of floors he was jumping down, his right hand hanging by his side moved slightly, and his fingertips tapped on keys that didn't exist.

Ding--

The elevator has arrived.

At the same time, one hand patted his shoulder, and the fingers pressing the keys froze in mid-air.

Xu Shixi frowned and turned around, the girl who brushed past him just now stood behind him and asked nervously and nervously, "Xu Shixi?"

The elevator arrival indicator light kept flashing, Xu Shixi stepped into the car, all his expressions were hidden behind the mask and sunglasses, he pressed the door close button, and threw out a few words: "Mistake."

After being slightly stunned, the fans who were rejected stomped their feet on the spot: "Ah, ah, it's really my brother!"

Her friend said: "Didn't everyone say you made a mistake?"

"How is it possible, my idol, I know him even when he turns into ashes!"

In the elevator, Xu Shixi frowned, and his lips behind the mask were stretched into a straight line.

His inspiration just now was shot by fans, like a kite string that was cut suddenly, he couldn't catch it no matter what.

Swipe the card to open the door and enter the room.

Xu Shixi picked up the music score on the coffee table, and wrote down a melody that had already formed. He hugged the guitar and played it repeatedly to revise it.

Beside him, there were scattered several manuscripts that were only the beginning, half written or even finished, and were dissatisfied and scrapped.

No one knew that a few months ago, Xu Shixi suddenly fell into a creative bottleneck. Either he couldn't write songs, or he couldn't write songs that satisfied him.

It was like a song for Yi Lin, the other party was also very satisfied, but he was very dissatisfied, because the song was full of skills, as if it was written in a hurry to hand in homework.

Even if he broke the contract, Xu Shixi didn't want to hand over this kind of work.

After writing several editions in a row, Xu Shixi became more and more irritable, so he simply put down his pen and plucked the guitar casually to let himself go.

When it comes to music, Xu Shixi has almost obsessive obstinacy. He knows what kind of songs everyone listens to and what kind of songs are popular. Except for him, no one thinks that those scrap manuscripts are problematic or bad.

The sky outside the window was getting dark, and when he came back to his senses, Xu Shixi had unconsciously played the whole song.

A light and lively new song.

He froze for a moment, grabbed the music book and memorized the song.

Inspiration is really amazing. When there is no inspiration, he can’t write anything for ten days and a half months or even longer, and his mind is empty. When he is inspired, he can write a song in less than 10 minutes.

Like a spring that has been dry for a long time, a gurgling stream suddenly emerges.

When he finally stopped writing, Xu Shixi grabbed the guitar again and started playing.

A 17-year-old boy, youthful and ruthless, will hide behind the person he likes, will cry because of the blood splashed on his face, has a simple mind, can't hide his inner thoughts when facing Gao Jingxing, like a child who has not been weaned child.When alone, he is independent and calm, can quickly judge danger, and can raise a knife to protect himself and the people behind him.

In the plan, Xu Shixi needs to hand over two of Su He's character songs to the crew.

When writing this song, his mind was full of Su He and Song Rang he saw on the set.

Song Rang, whose eyes twinkled with countless stars when he saw him, and Su He, whose eyes were red and tears dripped down his pretty face after being stained with blood.

Song Rang, who keeps his name on his lips, expressing his love over and over again, and Su He, who hides behind the door and calmly wipes the dagger in his hand.

Song Rang and Su are completely different from this character, but they fit together wonderfully.

Xu Shixi finished writing the two songs about Su He in one go.

He hasn't felt this way for a while. When writing a song, he doesn't need to pick a note repeatedly, and he doesn't need to delete a paragraph repeatedly. Instead, he writes it in one go, forming a piece of beautiful music naturally.

Xu Shixi hugged the guitar while playing and humming, with his long legs crossed, his right heel in hotel slippers beating in the air with the music, occasionally leaning over, with his long arms stretched out, his shoulders and back drawn out beautiful lines, giving the newly released lyrics for the song.

He is in a good mood, and this kind of goodness is specifically reflected in the fact that Wen Xuan can hear it through the mobile phone when he connects to Wen Xuan's call.

Xu Shixi put the phone outside, put it on the coffee table, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"If you don't turn on the phone again, I will kill you and come to the hotel to find you." Wen Wenxuan said.

Xu Shixi: "Tell me something."

Wen Wenxuan: "Come out and drink, Sisi!"

"No." Xu Shixi said, Wen Wenxuan just said "Farewell" and wanted to persuade him more, Xu Shixi stopped writing, tapped on the coffee table, "I met you again in the hotel lobby just now fan."

Wen Wenxuan: "This is not normal, a big star like you doesn't meet fans wherever you go!"

Xu Shixi seemed to be talking to a mentally retarded person: "Then you say that I am such a big star, and going to drink with you is inviting others to watch?"

"Then let's go pack..." Wen Wenyi got stuck in the shell and said to himself, "There's no atmosphere in the private room?"

"So," Xu Shixi said, "Go and drink by yourself."

"How about this," Wen Wenxuan thought of a way, "I'll bring wine and Xiao Wenzi, so I can come to the hotel to find you, right? Cheng'er is a busy groom, so he won't come."

"Not now." Xu Shixi refused.

The tone of Wen Xuan's voice was raised: "Why!!!"

Xu Shixi looked at the song that had just been written and was still writing lyrics: "I'm working."

What kind of work can there be in a hotel, Wen Wenxuan thought about it, and asked, "Writing songs?"

Xu Shixi: "Yes."

Wen Wenxuan: "Big star, you finally spared two days, can't you spend more time with us?"

Xu Shixi twirled the pen, and settled the bill for Wen Wenxuan: "I have seven figures for a song, if it's you, will you write it or not?"

Wen Wenxuan: "Ah..." It's not human if you don't write.

But can Xu Shixi be like him, Xu Shixi lacks those millions?

"Lack." Xu Shixi said concisely.

"Are you really not coming?" Wen Wenxuan asked again.

Xu Shixi: "No."

"Okay." Wen Wenxuan said, "I originally made an appointment with Xiao Yuan and your little fan, so there is no need to let them come over. Xiao Wenzi and I can go to their hotel to find them." After finishing speaking, he asked Zhu Wen, "how is it?"

Xu Shixi heard Zhu Wen say yes.

The pen between his fingers stopped suddenly, and Xu Shixi asked, "Yuan Maojia and the others are done?"

"That's right, Xiao Yuan called to make an appointment for a drink. He said he called you and you kept turning off your phone and didn't know where your hotel was, so he called me here." Wen Wenxuan said quickly, "I won't talk to you." Having said that, I have to quickly call Xiao Yuan to ask if they have left."

"Forget it." Xu Shixi put down his pen, "You guys come here."

Yuan Maojia took Song Rang to find Xu Shixi.

When the car stopped in front of the hotel, the two were stunned by the fans and reporters gathered outside the door.

They were either holding long/guns/cannons or tearing away Xu Shixi's support banners. The fans stood quietly, but the reporters were very restless. They kept looking around and trying to ask Xu Shixi from the hotel staff. West room.

The original owner of the car driven by Yuan Maojia put a one-way film on the window very presciently. The people outside the car did not know that Yuan Maojia and Song Rang were sitting in the car parked in front of them.

It was impossible to get off the car here, the hotel doorman and security were busy blocking reporters, Yuan Maojia followed the signs to the underground parking lot.

"What's going on?" he questioned.

Song Rangduan sat on the co-pilot with the open script on his lap but didn't read it. He looked at his phone and frowned: "A fan posted a weibo about meeting Xu Shixi in the afternoon, with the location of the hotel. Fans and reporters all saw Weibo later.”

When the fans posted on Weibo, they were only concerned about excitement, with many exclamation marks, but they did not consider the impact this behavior would have on Xu Shixi.

The situation at the scene was posted on Weibo by passers-by and some fans present, causing a fight. The girl who exposed Xu Shixi's stay in the hotel with nice words and good words analyzed the pros and cons of the matter, and she directly scolded on the original blog. Well, there are also black fans who have been staring at Xu Shixi, who heard the news and threw the blame on Xu Shixi.

Said that his fans and watermelons have seriously affected the normal operation of the hotel and other people living in the hotel.

#许时西在X市##许时西粉丝去团##许时西粉丝感害酒店收客客户# and other entries have been hovering in the top ten positions of the hot search, and they can’t go up or down.

It can be seen that Xu Shixi's studio is trying its best to suppress hot searches, but standing tall is destined to be a thorn in the eyes of many people, and a little trouble will be infinitely magnified by interested people.

Yuan Maojia sighed: "It's really hard to be a top class."

Song Rang frowned and tapped on the keyboard. He posted a Weibo.

@许时西在我床庭: [Fans pay the bill as idols, I hope that next time when you do something, don't just focus on your own feelings, but think from your brother's point of view.Our words and deeds affect passers-by's impression of my brother, and even be used by our opponents as tools to spy on my brother. 】

As soon as the mother-in-law spoke out, fans echoed her.

[Holy shit, let me just say how the trending search about fans affecting the hotel climbed so fast! 】

[I'm convinced, I'm convinced, I'm convinced, what's the difference between the fans and the illegitimate students who gather downstairs in the hotel? ? ?It is said that my brother is a private itinerary, a private itinerary!Don't you even know the word "private"? ! 】

[It's obviously the reporters and paparazzi who made the scene, and Xu Shixi is fucking blamed! ! !Is Xu Shixi's back too wide? 】

[U1S1 I can understand that I am very excited to meet my brother, but can you use some brains before posting on Weibo! 】

【Your brother is always salty, and you guys are still doing stupid things. Can you blame your brother for not even giving you a smile? 】

[Ballball, can the fans downstairs in the hotel disperse?When you can't support the support, you can also support the private schedule? It's outrageous! 】

……

After wandering around, he finally found a parking space in the underground parking lot. Before getting out of the car, Yuan Maojia wanted to remind Song Rang to be fully armed. He turned around and saw that he was already equipped, and there was no exposed skin on his entire face except for his ears.

"It's pretty fast." Yuan Maojia said and put on his sunglasses.

Song Rang extended a thumbs up to praise himself.

The two went up to the 18th floor like thieves. Fortunately, they didn't meet anyone along the way.

Song Rang counted the house number, stopped in front of Room 1812, and confirmed with Yuan Maojia: "Is this here?"

Yuan Maojia nodded, Song Rang raised his hand, and knocked on the door three times, two short and one long, according to the previously agreed signal for connection.

Almost as soon as the last sound fell, the door opened with a click, and the air-conditioning in the room swept in.

Xu Shixi stood at the door. He seemed to have just taken a shower. He changed into a loose T-shirt and sweatpants. A towel was placed on his head. Water was dripping from the tail of his hair, which wet the neckline of the T-shirt.

The T-shirt had a loose neckline, revealing a piece of gleaming white skin and collarbone.

Song Rang saw a small mole under his left collarbone.

The air seemed to be filled with the damp scent of shower gel and shampoo.

Gudong.

Song Rang swallowed a big mouthful of saliva.