Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

Fa Ye died on September [-]th. Since the [-]th, the voting for Qujing people has automatically stopped. They saw the glory of Ah Jiu in one person, and they can no longer remember to select a new star.

When Qian Wu walked on the street, passers-by would step out of the way and smile at him cautiously.When buying pastries, the proprietress secretly doubled them, wrapped them in the cleanest and newest paper, tied a red ribbon, and drew a small flower on the paper.

Qianwu was completely different from when he first entered Qujing, he didn't smile, just took the things and paid for them with a cold face, and left without even saying a word of thanks.

"Do you despise Qujing people from the bottom of your heart, or are you unaware of your own temper?" Jiang Chen looked at him as he ate thoughtfully.

Qianwu held the bean cake and thought for a while, "I have all of them, but I don't feel like I lost my temper. If you can't laugh, why force it."

The sweet bean cake is eaten with the sour plum juice made by the little girl, which is refreshing and satisfying.The little girl said that Ah Jiu also liked this.

"I won't go to the streets anymore, I'll just stay in the house to recharge my batteries." Qianwu said, sipping the fine bean paste, "I'm annoyed when I see them, so I just don't see them. What about Peng Peng and the others?"

"Playing cards next door." Jiang Chen said helplessly: "I'm so free to play cards every day, I saw him running around with a note on his face last night, my knife was half out of its sheath, and I almost killed him as a ghost."

Qianwu paused holding the hand of the bean cake, laughing so hard that the bean cake was crushed.

Jiang Chen sighed, "Thanks to you, the lyrics have been found, and the survival crisis has been resolved. This is the first time that everyone has had such a stress-free life. By the way, Qu Ying said that you will be on stage tomorrow, and she is going to Fry a pot of crayfish, Zhuyeqing will play a game of cards at night, and ask if you can come."

Qianwu was taken aback, "Where did the crayfish come from?"

"Peng Peng asked people from Qujing to ask for it, and said you wanted to eat it." Jiang Chen was a little amused, "After describing the people from Qujing, he went down the river and searched for it all night but couldn't find it, but suddenly there were a lot of them in the river at dawn."

"Maybe it's from the nerves." Qianwu smiled when he heard this, "The nerves favor players."

"What do you know about nerves?" Jiang Chen slightly raised his eyebrows, "I would rather think that it was a gift from Ah Jiu."

Qianwu slept all afternoon, and still appeared in the next room at night.

Peng Peng and Zhong Liye had already punched and drunk, their faces were flushed, Qu Ying was holding on to the last pot of crayfish left for Qianwu, and Jiang Yangyang and Shi Liang had already drunk to the lazy chair, and the two were basically stacked on top of each other. Together.

"You guys." Jiang Chen glanced at Jiang Yangyang coldly, "Is it fun like this?"

"The police shut up." Jiang Yangyang pointed at him, and let out a drunken belch, "If one day you can get out of your nerves, and I am still a pure girl Jiang Yangyang in front of Mr. Cui, you can pretend to be blind."

Jiang Chen glanced at Shi Liang's hand on her chest, and said expressionlessly: "There's no need to pretend, I'm indeed blind."

Qian Wu sat down and ate two crayfish. Qu Jing's bamboo leaves were green and delicious, and even the drunken feeling was very refreshing and addictive.After he drank two glasses of wine, Fang felt that the tense feeling trapped in Qu Jing had dissipated a lot.

"Are you nervous?" Qu Ying asked him with half-drunk eyes.

Qian Wu shook his head, "Tomorrow, Ah Jiu will lend me to revive my soul, it has nothing to do with me, there is nothing to be nervous about."

"You are awesome." Peng Peng turned his head and said after hearing the words: "Normal people know that they are going to be caught by a ghost, so they are scared to death, okay?"

Qianwu thought for a while, "It depends on what kind of ghost it is, someone like Ah Jiu—"

As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Chen, and Jiang Chen added for him: "Artistic inspiration."

"Yes." Qianwu smiled, "A ghost with artistic inspiration, it doesn't hurt to make friends."

Peng Peng stared at him for a while with hellish eyes, then turned around muttering, and pressed his face against Zhong Liye's back again, humming drunkenly.

"Return this to you." Qianwu threw the auspicious card back to him, "Don't always leave an inheritance, it's scary."

"Oh." Peng Peng closed his eyes and rubbed the small sign in his hand, then muttered softly, "You are a good-looking person who knows how to ruin other people's sincerity, next time I will scare you."

Qianwu couldn't help laughing.The whole room was drunk, and he felt his forehead heavy after drinking a few glasses of wine. He stood up and let out a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice, "Let's go to the Qujing Grand Stage for a while."

"Let's go." Jiang Chen smiled lowly beside him, "I knew you had to go and see in advance."

The Qujing Grand Stage has been scrubbed by Qujing people for four full days, and now it is spotless, even the vermilion lacquer on the beams and pillars of the stage seems to be brighter.The dust-covered stage took on a new look, with carved beams and painted pillars, and red silk curtains, grand and lonely in the open space, quietly waiting for the return of the master who had been away for so many years.

Qian Wu stood in the center of the stage and looked at the stage, while Jiang Chen stood behind him and looked at him.

"I seem to be able to see Ah Jiu's grand scene back then." Qian Wu said.

Jiang Chen behind him said, "I think of the competition that made you famous, and you and the Czech one were left in the end. The imperial painters have never stood at such a height. On the night when the champion was announced, people who don't understand art seem to be surprised. Zi has become a fan of your paintings for many years, and everyone on the streets of the Imperial City Bar mentions your name."

Qianwu smiled silently, "What about you? What did you do that night?"

The people behind him didn't speak, Qianwu turned his head, the eyes behind him were deep and quiet, as if he could see into the deepest part of him.

"I was thinking that night, it would be better if we broke up later." Jiang Chen said in a low voice, "Let me accompany you to finish that award."

Qianwu looked at him for a long time before turning around with a smile.

"It doesn't matter." He whispered, "I'm just a painter, and the grand excitement has nothing to do with me."

On September [-]th, the whole of Qujing was shrouded in unprecedented excitement, as if the grandest festival was coming.

Since Qianwu opened his eyes in the morning, the servants in the house have been waiting in full force, following wherever he goes, being careful everywhere, not daring to pant when he speaks.Even when he was taking a nap after dinner, he could hear servants walking up and down nervously outside, as if he was afraid that he would oversleep but did not dare to come in to disturb him.

Qian Wu's face was full of indifference until he was finally sent to a rickshaw.

Before Ah Jiu's important performances, he would often ride a rickshaw around the city for half a circle, and it was the same today.He was sitting in the car, the cheers from both sides of the street were deafening, and his over-excited expression was distorted and frightening.They were calling Qianwu at first, but after a while, the cheers became "Ah Jiu!"

From the corner of Qianwu's eyes, he saw that the clothes on his body had turned into a cheongsam, and the fingers on his lap were bright red, with a layer of Danko.In a daze, he turned his head and saw Jiang Chen in the crowd, heaved a sigh of relief, only to realize that he was still wearing the usual white shirt.

Qujing is both true and illusory.

He was finally sent to the Qujing Grand Stage, all the seats were full, and the center of the stage was even more lonely under the background of countless heads.Standing on the stage, Qianwu looked at the strange and eager faces below, and suddenly felt his body sink, as if his consciousness had been separated from his body.He watched everything that happened on the Qujing stage from the perspective of God.

The women in cheongsams on the stage are stunningly beautiful and magnificent.She was half showing her face since she was a child, and the people in the audience were so crazy that they could hardly hold back. The shouts covered the accompaniment music, but the woman's beautiful singing voice was still very clear.

The first time is exquisite and light makeup, the second time is the red mulberry on the hedge, the third time is the jade jade powder, and the fourth time is the fragrant boudoir leaning on the hall...

Jiang Chen stood at the door with his hands behind his back, at the end of the deep corridor, watching everything on the stage.

Qian Wu came to him with consciousness, and was about to try to speak, when Jiang Chen suddenly frowned and turned around, reached out and pinched his shoulder.

The feeling of being pinched was very real, Qianwu was shocked, and suddenly lowered his head, only to realize that he was standing beside Jiang Chen in good health.

"What's going on?" Jiang Chen turned his head and looked at the stage in disbelief, "I was just thinking about it, but I finally saw the legendary you turned into Ah Jiu, so it wasn't you."

Qian Wu was also very confused, he moved his wrist and looked at the woman on the stage.

It was a person without a shadow, and that was Ah Jiu who came back.

Ah Jiu sang, her body spinning lightly, and the people in the audience shouted with tears, but the woman's smile became more and more hollow.

……

Five times the cold fragrance of gold paper, six times snow milk cinnamon sugar, seven times Xintai old wine, eight times the city looks high.

She finally stopped after singing the eighth chapter, the music disappeared, and her soft singing voice suddenly became hoarse.

"Why." The woman on the stage whispered: "Love me, but destroy me, and after destroying, I miss you. What does Qu Jing think of me?"

Everyone in the audience panicked suddenly, and someone said, "What's wrong with your voice..."

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and every word seemed to be coughing up blood. Finally, someone broke free from the nightmare that was both real and illusory, and suddenly exclaimed, "Why is it really you! Isn't Qianwu going on stage today?"

"Isn't her voice gone? How can she still sing!"

The crowd suddenly began to panic, as if a dream that had lasted for several days was shattered, they all stood up from their stools, screaming to leave.

The woman on the stage paused, her eyes passed through the crowded seating area, passed through the dark corridor, and intersected with Qianwu.

After a while, Ah Jiu lowered her eyes and smiled, still tender.

"You are not allowed to leave." She suddenly whispered.

After the sound fell, the inner door leading to this corridor was suddenly and slowly closed, and the people flocking over were frightened and squeezed even harder towards the door.

The woman's beautiful face faded, and the dirt gradually emerged along the bottom of her eyes. There were scars cut by sharp nails and sharp objects on her face, and her throat was bright red, dripping blood.

"Today, Ah Jiu's stage is here, everyone in Qu Jing, please don't leave." She said with a smile.

The audience who sat near the stage and couldn't squeeze through the door knelt on the ground and kowtowed to her, but she didn't seem to see it. Those clear but dirty eyes looked around from top to bottom, and said with a hissing smile, "They're all there, not a single one."

Yu Luo suddenly burst into flames from nowhere, and the people nearby were sucked into the flames first, they screamed in pain and were swallowed by the flames, and then the fire grew bigger and bigger.

Before the gate was finally closed, Qianwu watched the woman smile and turned and walked into the depths of the flames. The fire burned even more vigorously after devouring her.

The door was suddenly closed, and the corridor was dark, Qianwu heard his own constricted breathing.

"Don't look at it." Jiang Chen pulled his hand, turned around and said firmly: "It has nothing to do with you, we are going to write the book."

Qian Wu was dragged away for two steps in a daze, he lowered his head, and clearly saw that the hand Jiang Chen was holding was a pale and thin woman's hand stained with Danko.Further up, there is an emerald gold inlaid jade bracelet on the wrist, and the exquisite auspicious buttons and embroidery of the cheongsam are on the cuffs.

"Jiang Chen..." Qianwu said with shyness, "I seem to..."

"Huh?" Jiang Chen turned his head, "What?"

Familiar eyes stared at him, Jiang Chen slightly raised his eyebrows, squeezed his palm, "What's wrong?"

Qian Wu shuddered, Yu Guangli's hand changed back to its original shape.His mouth was dry, and he subconsciously turned his head back. At some point, the fire had broken through the gate of the Qujing Grand Stage, right behind them.

Suddenly there were signs on the street that did not exist before. Peng Peng stood at the intersection and jumped up and down, shouting, "Go this way!"

Qianwu couldn't control himself and kept looking back at the soaring fire. The fire seemed to reflect his eyebrows, and he saw Ah Jiu's face again.

"Let's go." Jiang Chen squeezed his hand and said, "Why are you in a daze?"

He said and pulled him to run fast, the wind was blowing under his feet, Qianwu stared nervously at Jiang Chen's hand holding him all the way.

I'm afraid that in the next second, my fingertips will be stained with Danko again.

"Qianwu." Jiang Chen who was running wildly said in a low voice suddenly.

"If you think it's unreal, just close your eyes and run out of this dungeon." Jiang Chen said, squeezing his hand even harder, "Follow me, I'll take a flat road."

Hearing this, Qianwu subconsciously bent his fingers.

Li Huo was still behind him, Jiang Chen ran around the street corner, something suddenly rolled out of his chest pocket and fell to the ground.He stopped in an instant, lowered his head to pick it up, held it in his hand and continued to run, the movement was done in one go, without any pause.

Qianwu glanced at the thing in his hand, which was the pencil.The pen was held in Jiang Chen's hand, and the illusion seemed to be broken in the fire, pulling him out of Xuerou's life at once.

Jiang Chen gripped the pen, and unconsciously stroked the small carved characters with his fingers.

The end of the pen is engraved for Qianwu's special use, which is the proof of his deep love.

It is his lingering miss that he still carries this pen with him after breaking up.

"Almost lost something important." Jiang Chen said with a low smile while running, "Can you still keep up?"

Qianwu stared at him without saying a word.

The sky and the earth are in flames, everything is nothingness, only the person holding his hand is real.

They followed the signposts all the way to the entrance of the copy, and Qu Jing was burned in the fire, burning out the last obsession of a woman, and the grievances and grievances were settled.

Jiang Chen suddenly stopped and looked back at Qianwu, "Are you all right? Do you still have any weird feelings?"

Qianwu looked at him without saying a word.

Jiang Chen paused, cupped his cheeks and patted him lightly, and said seriously: "Come back to your senses, hey! Look at me, we've already come out, you won't pay back..."

"Jiang Chen."

Qianwu broke free from his grasp and stared at him.

"Let's be together again."

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