Palm Idol

Lu Yiwen was puzzled: "A sensitive period?"

"Yes." Jian Le considered the words carefully, "Since I happened to meet you, I just asked directly, how is Ah She's mood recently? Is there anything unusual?"

"Why do you ask that?" Lu Yiwen said, "Has something happened to your family recently?"

"No, no, nothing, nothing recently, just a little bit left over from history." Jian Le smiled wryly, "These days Xiao Nan—ah, it's A She's mother, and her death day is approaching."

"At this time in previous years, Ah She's mood is not particularly stable, especially this year there is a college entrance examination, and the situation is even more troublesome."

Lu Yiwen paused for a moment: "When is the Madam's Memorial Day?"

"December 5."

——It's two days away from Jian She's birthday.

No wonder he was reluctant to celebrate his birthday with much fanfare during this period.

It was supposed to be the day to celebrate my own birth, but the death of my blood relatives ushered in. No matter who I change, I am afraid that I will not be able to face up to this birthday anymore.

So when he asked Lu Yiwen to accompany him, it was only on the premise that the two of them were alone.

Maybe, the so-called birthday celebration is just a cover, and the reason why Jian She made this request is just to find him a way to help Jingxiang.

...It really fits his character awkwardly.

"I see, you don't have to worry." After hearing what the other party meant, Lu Yiwen comforted him, "Jian She's situation has been stable recently, we know that he is going to take the college entrance examination, and the company's activities have also stopped recently, so it won't affect his life. .”

"That's good, that's good." Jian Le felt relieved, and leaned on the seat behind her, "I've been really worried these days, I can hardly eat or sleep, but I dare not ask A She directly. "

Lu Yiwen couldn't laugh or cry: "So you came to the subway station to stay?"

Jian Le showed an embarrassed smile, which was a tacit agreement.

Thinking of an adult man who can be regarded as the boss of the company waiting anxiously at the subway station every day just to see his stepson from a distance, this scene is also quite unbelievable.

"By the way, on the day of the exam," Jian Le said cautiously, "Can I..."

His appearance when he asked this question was inexplicably consistent with Jian She's.

Knowing what he was going to say in the second half of the sentence, Lu Yiwen smiled and said, "We will send him to the examination room. If you want to wait outside, just come here."

"Okay, okay." Jian Le agreed, "I'll just go over and have a sneak peek, and I'll leave when A She comes out after the exam."

Louis Wenqi asked, "Aren't you going to meet him?"

"No, no, no," Jian Le waved his hand, "He will definitely not be happy to see me, so I won't bother him anymore. Please."

Lu Yiwen nodded, as he had complied with his request.

After the two dawdled like this, it was soon time for Lu Yiwen to go to work.

Jian Le probably also noticed this, stood up and said: "I wasted your time, why don't you go first, I will pay."

When he got up, when Lu Yiwen watched the other party lower his head and carefully put away the stool and the unused tea set, he suddenly felt a little emotional.

He suggested: "Why don't you come and see Jianshe's performance?"

Jian Le's expression was obviously taken aback.

"Time..." He seemed a little at a loss, "Can it be matched?"

"That's right." Lu Yiwen gestured to him, "They will be touring in June. They will perform the first show in this city, then go to surrounding cities to perform, and finally return to this city to hold the final show."

"There are 8 or 9 games in total. You can go to any game you want."

"..." Jian Le still hesitated.

"Oh, by the way, you haven't been to the live of the band, have you?" Lu Yiwen said again, "For this kind of live, if you go to the back row, people on the stage will basically not be able to see you. If you are worried about Jane She If you don’t want to see you, you can just take a look at him from the audience. I can give you the ticket.”

Jian Le was immediately tempted: "Can't see it? Really can't see it?"

Lu Yiwen smiled: "I definitely can't see it. You can also give him a gift anonymously. If you attend the autograph session, you can also get a CD signed by him."

Jian Le: "!"

"How about this," Lu Yiwen continued to seduce him, "Taking this opportunity, why don't you join their fanclub?"

"The membership fee is only 398 yuan a year. As long as you join, you can see their non-public videos every month, and there are not many members now. Members with numbers in the range of 000-100 can receive them every year on their birthdays. For their handwritten postcards, I can ask Jian She to write a few more words of congratulations to you."

Jian Le immediately took out her mobile phone: "Okay, then, how do I join this member?! Is there a code that I can scan?"

"Yes." Lu Yiwen asked him to talk outside, "I'm running out of time for work, please add your contact information first, and I'll send you the code later."

"What about the live ticket?"

"As long as you become a member," Lu Yiwen said, "every time you buy a ticket, you can get a member-only ticket, which is an electronic ticket. Just take a screenshot after buying it."

"Okay!" Jian Le picked up the bill on the dining table, "Let's pay now."

The two hit it off, talking and laughing, finished the bill and walked to the door of the bar.

There is a negative floor under this bar. When he was about to walk out, Lu Yiwen seemed to hear a few subtle human voices from the underground, and there was a faint sound of games, but it was too small to hear what it was. .

Looking over there, you can only see yellowish lights peeking out from the stairs, but no one can be seen.

He looked at the bar again, and the male waiter who had just paid them the bill gave him a blatant look.

"What kind of place is this?" Lu Yiwen felt strange, "A bar? Why is there a bar that opened so early?"

Jian Le also glanced at the stairs on the first floor, her expression changed slightly: "It may be a place for gambling, this kind of place is usually there, let's go quickly."

Lu Yiwen didn't stay any longer, added Jian Le's WeChat and drove to the company.

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Jian She, who skipped evening self-study, came back much earlier than usual.

When he entered the entrance, he answered the phone and looked at the dark umbrella in his hand with a casual expression.

Suddenly there was a question "Are you listening carefully" from the other end of the phone, and then Jian She hung up the umbrella, and replied: "Understood. I will go back in a few days."

It was his grandpa who called Jian She, and he got angry when he heard the words that were so bland that he couldn't express any emotion.

"Are you still distracted by that chorus team? Jian Le told me that you are a good boy and study at home every day. You father and son are full of lies. Do you really think I am stupid?"

Jian She corrected him: "It's the band, not the chorus."

"Okay, okay, I don't care what it is." The old man said impatiently, "Anyway, give me less to do."

"Really, before you said you wanted to learn music, I thought you cheered up, but I didn't expect that you fell into it directly. It's really not good to learn from anyone, but I want to learn from that kid Jian Le..."

Probably because of repeatedly comparing him to Jian Le, Jian She's mood finally fluctuated.

"I didn't learn from him." His tone was calm, but what he said was an unquestionable rebuttal, "I did it for a reason and purpose. Moreover, I will not be like him—"

"—Like him," Jian She's tone gradually became colder, "For a hobby, you have to kill people to be willing."

Hearing his words on the phone, there was a sudden silence.

After a long while, the old man couldn't help but said: "You still treat him... alas. He also knows that he has changed."

"Then let him change it under your hands slowly, I don't have any need to accommodate him." Jian She exhaled and tried to ease his tone, "I'm dead, grandpa."

"Okay, I won't talk about it." The old man seemed to sigh, "Just remember to go home on your fate day."

After hanging up the phone, the old man looked at the receiver silently, but didn't hang it up in time.

Jian She's grandma happened to be watering the flowers at the side. Seeing him like this, she knew that the speech was not going well, so she said with a smile, "How can you still quarrel if you ask your grandson to go home?"

"It's not noisy, it's just that I mentioned Jian Le, and he's just upset." Grandpa complained, "And you don't know your grandson's virtues, you always talk to him with a cold face The appearance is not as cute as when I was a child."

"That's it." Grandma didn't take it too seriously, and said very gently, "I talked with someone a few days ago, and they said that children will be like this when they grow up. After a few years, they will talk about friends and get married. become gentle again."

"Oh, I hope." Grandpa hung up the phone.

After Jian She hung up the phone here, he threw the phone aside.

It was always sweltering before the rainy day in early summer, so he went into the bathroom to take a shower.

He is still living in Room 1101 where he lived with Lu Yiwen before.

This room was originally the largest room in the dormitory. The single bathroom, washroom, and toilet are all separated. There is even a dressing room in the room. From the layout, it is obvious that this place is not for one person. of.

But now he lives here alone.

Although in terms of space, it is far inferior to the home that was forcibly placed on the barren hills, but as long as you sit quietly for a long time, the coldness that comes from the same style will give people a sense of loneliness that is inherited in the same strain.

Jian She herself is not a person who is afraid of loneliness, but his mother is.

The water from the shower poured down, and in the white steam splashed by the water curtain, Jian She vaguely remembered something about when Jian Le first came to his house.

Because of some things that happened before, when Jian Le and Jian She's mother Xiao Nan started living together, the Xiao family welcomed him from top to bottom.

Jian She's biological father passed away early due to illness. During the years before his death, the atmosphere of the whole family seemed to be surrounded by a heavy fog, and the sunlight could not penetrate.

Jian Le was the one who made their house vanish and the scenery look brand new.

At that time, Jane was happy and vigorous. He was five or six years younger than Xiao Nan, and every day he could make this beauty who was saddened by her husband's sudden death very happy.

Jian She was still young at that time, but in his memory, his mother always sighed after his father's death, and because of Jian Le's arrival, the loneliness between her brows was relieved, which made him very happy.

Moreover, Jian Le's personality is easy-going and funny, and Jian She also feels that playing with this little uncle is very happy.

However, none of them thought about how Jian Le's cynicism and nobility were cultivated, and why she was able to spend lavishly all year round even though she had no job.

When Jian Le first met Xiao Nan, in the eyes of everyone, she looked like a noble son from a wealthy family.

But soon, this falsehood was torn apart.

Because of some bad habits that could never be changed, the pocket money that Xiao Nan gave Jian Le was just as insufficient as drizzle, so it didn't take long for him to live in Xiao's house.

Jian She witnessed the scene of him stealing money from Xiao Nan's wallet.

Jian She turned off the switch of the shower, stepped on her slippers and walked out of the bathtub.

He still doesn't quite understand that Xiao Nan continued to help Jian Le fill the emptiness, and continued to provide him with money. Is it because he is unwilling to admit that his husband is just a jerk who can't do anything, or is it really because His pretense was insanely captivating.

Anyway, there is no answer to this question.

Because, in the second year after Xiao Nan remarried, on the way to see Jian Le, she left her husband and son forever because of a car accident.

During her lifetime, she had been trying her best to make Jian She and Jian Le the closest father and son, so she specially changed Jian She's surname.

However, in fact, from the day of her death, the relationship between Jian She and Jian Le collapsed again and again, and there was no possibility of returning after that.

Even if Jian Le tries to please him now, Jian She does.

I don't want to hear any of his excuses.

There was a knock on the door.

Without looking back, Jian She wiped her hair with a towel and said, "The door is unlocked."

Jingxiang turned the handle with a snap: "If it's not locked, you should have said it earlier. I've been knocking for a long time."

"I was taking a shower just now." Seeing that it was him, Jian She turned her head back, "What's the matter?"

"Xu Lan and I were reading fanmail just now, and it was sent by a fan." Jing Xiang didn't care about his indifference at all, and said excitedly, "Would you like to come and have a look together?"

Jian She didn't take it seriously: "How many fanmails can there be now?"

"It's true that the number is not much, but it's been rising!" Jing Xiang couldn't help but pull him up, "And today there is a very interesting fan who sent several messages in a row."

Unable to stand Jing Xiang's words, Jian She followed him downstairs to the practice room after drying her hair.

In the practice room, Xu Lan put the piano on the side of the piano stand, sat with a laptop and tapped.

Indeed, as Jing Xiang said, a fan signed "grin" sent four or five emails in one go.

Four or five is a number that will neither make people feel like swiping the screen, nor will it be ignored because it is too small.

But what I said was very boring, nothing more than saying that I like them very much, I hope they can continue their activities, and I will always support them and so on.

In the end, they were also told that the temperature will change sharply at the end, and that they should pay attention to their clothes during the performance. If they have no appetite, they should eat more and eat less.

"The rest of the words seem to be from Baidu." Jingxiang pointed to the previous content, and then pointed to the last paragraph, "Only this paragraph makes me wonder if this fan is a mother with a child, and the tone of his speech is almost like Caring about my son."

The corner of Jian She's mouth moved slightly.

In addition, there were other letters from fans, and Jing Xiang took Jian She to read them one by one.

"Oops, I really have the illusion that I am a superstar now," Jing Xiang held his face narcissistically, "How could they praise me so much? I didn't expect that I was so good."

"When the new album is released in a few days, it will definitely be more lively."

Xu Lan took it and said, "On my way back to the dormitory yesterday, I saw a physical poster of the new album posted in the nearby TowerRecords. I was so scared that I didn't dare to enter the store, so I ran back covering my face."

"Fuck, there is still a physical body? I thought it would be sold online at most!" Jing Xiang became more excited, "What should I do, I'm so nervous now!"

Jing Xiang and Xu Lan discussed excitedly.

Only Jian She went back and read those fanmails again.

Most of those fans' letters were actually written to him, which made Jing Xiang say several times in jealousy, "The lead singer just attracts fans, it's too unfair."

At that time, Jian She replied in a normal tone: "The guitar player is also very popular."

"Then there is no lead singer!" Jing Xiang was indignant, "After all, 70% of the MV shots are for you."

Jian She didn't continue to answer the phone.

He found that the other fanmails were basically aimed at one member, and they were highly directional. Only the signature "grin" did not refer to anyone, and every email said "you".

It looks discreet and formal.

Very unique indeed.

This grin... Jian She thought to himself, could it be someone he knows?

The three boys talked nonsense again, and then looked at the time, it was almost 7 o'clock in the evening.

Jian She began to look in the direction of the entrance frequently: "Why hasn't Brother Lu come back yet? The work should be over already."

"Maybe I have to work overtime for something, after all, a new album is about to be released." Jing Xiang didn't take it seriously at all, "Just ask Auntie to keep the food for him."

Jian She was not at ease: "I'll go and give him a call."

"Hey, don't go," Jing Xiang said, "Call him now, what if you disturb him?"

Jian She said, "Then I'll just send him a message."

"It's not necessary, is it?" Jing Xiang objected, "Brother Lu is such an adult, what can he do. Don't forget, he is still our boss, not exactly our friend."

The implication is to keep him at a distance.

Jian She was noncommittal, and went out of the practice room to call Lu Yiwen.

No one picked up.

Jian She waited for a few minutes, then dialed again, but still no one answered.

It seemed to be some kind of consciousness in the dark. With the stiff electronic tone coming from the other end of the phone, his emotions also dropped a bit.

I always feel like something is wrong, but I can't tell what is wrong.

Are you driving?So no time to answer the phone?

Somehow, he suddenly remembered the past.

It was just after moving into the dormitory. Lu Yiwen said that he was going to go to the bathroom, but in the end he fell asleep in it and didn't wake up until the next day.

At that time, he was very worried, and sat on Lu Yiwen's bedside all night, observing the other party's state all night.

Afterwards, he took the opportunity to talk to Louis Wen, but the other party just dismissed the matter lightly.

If there is something wrong with the body, it shouldn't be so perfunctory.

However, there was no similar situation after that, so Jian She did not investigate further.

But now, I don't know why I remembered it again.This feeling of emptiness was exactly the same as what he felt when he sat on Lu Yiwen's bedside that night.

Obviously nothing is missing, but it seems to be abandoned by the world.

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