Who will let you kiss me? [Entertainment]

After getting off the stage, as soon as he walked to the slightly empty place in the aisle, Ling Quan was suddenly picked up by two teammates next to him. He was thrown up without any defense.

Ling Quan: "!

Ling Quan, who was very stingy with facial expressions when he was not facing the camera, rarely showed a look of horror. His body volleyed briefly and then fell, and was firmly caught by a few teammates below.When he landed and stood firmly, everyone hugged again, and some of the more emotional ones even started to cry.

Originally, most of the people in this group felt that they were just thrown in for no reason to dance this messy song. The dance was difficult and indecent.

However, such a sudden appearance, tired or tired, made everyone find a common goal to fight for, and there was a real feeling that everyone was twisted together.

The captain of this group was originally a person who likes to talk politely, but at this time, he also put aside those scenes and took the initiative to hug Lingquan: "When we get out, can we add a WeChat, Weibo mutual relationship and so on... Oops , In fact, I have a hunch that I will go out soon, and I will vote for you when the time comes."

Others also booed: "I want to, too. If I hold a solo concert in the future, Ling Quan, please come and be a guest."

"Ling Quan, where did you learn your choreography? Did you learn it in the company?"

"Let's not get stuck here, go back to the waiting room and sleep for a while..."

"The voting results haven't been announced yet, can you sleep?"

Others were arguing, Ling Quan's head was in a daze, some words were heard, and some words were only twirled in his ears.But this is not too important, he just felt really good in a trance.

That's great, it's lively.

Ji Zhuo came back a few days after the performance.Both the program team and the agent said that there was nothing to do after the performance, so they asked him to rest in the hospital for a few more days because he couldn't stay on his own, and he couldn't wait to go back to the recording base when he could walk.

Ling Quan was originally in the practice room. Halfway through the practice, he saw a figure wearing a peaked cap in the mirror. The brim of the hat covered his face, but Ling Quan was very familiar with his figure.The man took off his hat, revealing Ji Zhuo's face.

Ling Quan stopped moving, his eyes widened, he turned around reflexively, and trotted forward two steps.Suddenly realizing that his joy was too obvious, he paused, stopped, and said in a calm tone, "Why are you back?"

It sounds a little cold.

Ji Zhuo came towards Ling Quan: "If I don't come back again, I'm afraid I will be eliminated."

Ling Quan measured Ji Zhuo. He looked a little thinner, but he was still in good spirits. Looking down, he saw Ji Zhuo's knee... This man was still wearing a pair of ripped jeans.Ling Quan didn't know the specifics of Ji Zhuo's injury, and his first reaction was that he was not afraid of rheumatoid arthritis.

Ji Zhuo noticed Ling Quan's gaze, reached out and tapped his knee lightly: "There is no problem at all."

Ling Quan: "..."

Ling Quan wanted to understand it these days. Ji Zhuo didn't have a single word of truth in his mouth, but since he can walk and return to the recording base, there is probably nothing wrong with him... maybe.

But Ling Quan still asked: "Is it not hurting?"

Ji Zhuo shook his head: "It really doesn't hurt anymore."

Ling Quan thought of the Little Mermaid a little inappropriately, and the Little Mermaid didn't say that she was in pain when she walked on land.Of course Ji Zhuo doesn't seem to have anything to do with the Little Mermaid, there won't be such a big and uncute little mermaid on the bottom of the sea.

If you have to compare, a shark with a silly face like him is about the same.

Ling Quan said again: "...You should walk less."

Ji Zhuo teased himself: "Why don't you give me a wheelchair?"

Ling Quan frowned again.

In fact, Ling Quan doesn't like Ji Zhuo's flamboyance, and he doesn't seem to take his body seriously.I don't know if he really didn't take it seriously or just said it.

Ji Zhuo walked to Ling Quan and sat down slowly.

Ling Quan looked at him, not knowing what to say for a moment.Before Ji Zhuo came back, Ling Quan spent several sleepless nights thinking that if Ji Zhuo came back, he would have many questions to ask.But at this moment, he didn't know where to start.

Maybe it was because seeing Ji Zhuo's face, I recalled the tragic situation of crying out of control in front of him last time, and felt very embarrassed.Or they think that the relationship between the two is not good enough for Ji Zhuo to say anything.

On the contrary, Ji Zhuo is considerate: "You seem hesitant to speak, is there anything you want to tell me?"

Ji Zhuo took the initiative to mention it, but Ling Quan didn't take it anymore.

The ideal order of questioning is to ask what happened to the leg first, but when I opened my mouth, I suddenly remembered something: "Have you ever been in a wheelchair?"

...It can be regarded as asking about leg injuries in disguise.

Ling Quan's question sounded a bit impolite, but Ji Zhuo understood, and Ling Quan actually asked about Ji Shao by the way.Ling Quan had inquired about this a long time ago. At that time, Ji Zhuo thought that Ling Quan just heard his song by accident, but he didn't expect that he even knew that he had been in a wheelchair.

Forget it, I've been asked about this, and it's meaningless to keep it a secret, and it's not a secret.Ji Zhuo nodded, and even explained everything he thought Ling Quan wanted to know: "I've been on it. My knee was caused by a car accident. At that time, I thought I was really disabled. I was depressed every day. Whenever I was depressed, I wanted to vent. I randomly wrote some songs at home and posted them on the Internet, but I didn’t expect many people to listen to them.”

Ling Quan asked again: "Wearing a mask to battle?"

"Staying at home is too boring, I always have to find something to do." Speaking of this, Ji Zhuo was a little embarrassed, "Because the things I wrote are not very good on the stage, so I don't want to let the reality know. When people recognize it, they wear a mask."

Before that, Ling Quan had listened to all the songs belonging to Ji Shao in Song Yunqi's playlist. He probably knew what Ji Zhuo meant when he said that he could not be on stage. Swear or sing loudly.

Rather, the content of the lyrics is very desperate, like a person shouting into an endless dry well, but the dry well will never give him an echo.

But when Ji Zhuo said it, he understated it.

Ji Zhuo wanted to debut as an idol. When he thought his legs were useless... Ling Quan couldn't imagine what Ji Zhuo was in at that time.

Ling Quan also sat down with his knees hugged. He wanted to say something comforting, but he didn't speak in a tone: "You signed Ji Shao, and others can see it when they look at it."

"How can anyone see it? I wasn't well-known before. Even if someone listened to Ji Shao's song, they wouldn't think of me. Now I may be a little famous, but as long as I don't sing rap in front of others, I usually don't. Unexpectedly, even if I sang it, as long as I don't admit it, everyone will only think that these two people seem to have some fate, what a coincidence, after all, Ji Shao and I don't look alike at all, right?" Ji Zhuo smiled , and said, "But now someone may be able to hook these two names, after all, they all know that I have been injured."

It also makes sense.

Ji Shao is like a luminous body facing the light, always optimistic, always high-spirited, Ji Shao is like a shadow.It's not like that at all.

If Ling Quan hadn't heard Ji Shao's song just after hearing Ji Zhuo's rap that time, he probably wouldn't have linked the two names together.

He also thought of the song he had played the most times that afternoon, and the title of the song was "Burning".

Ji Shao sang in the song:

burn me

My embers/Can I light another spark

Or become soil and nourishment / From now on, only the sound of footsteps can be heard above my head, burning me

my ashes / will never return

Together with the last sunset / swallowed by the endless night

……

Ling Quan looks at Ji Zhuo now and thinks, but you are an inexhaustible wildfire.

Then I heard Ji Zhuo grinning again and said: "But to be honest, if you change your name, say that you are Linghe Linghu Linghai, and then write songs on the Internet, as long as you don't deliberately hook up with yourself, no one will think of it. It’s yours, you can try it if you don’t believe me.”

Ling Quan: "..."

It seemed that he was talking about some silly jokes, but Ling Quan could tell that Ji Zhuo didn't want to continue talking about his legs and his changing his name to write songs.

Ling Quan can more or less understand.A person with strong self-esteem would not want others to see him as tattered and leaky.In addition to not wanting people to know that he wrote this kind of song, Ling Quan can also understand the matter of hiding the injury from everyone.When the accident happened on the stage that day, Ling Quan also wanted to ask why Ji Zhuo kept his injury a secret. If he had said that he was injured, no one would say that he was not serious, and no one would force him to practice more.

But later he put himself in his shoes and thought, if it were him, he wouldn't want to say it.

In a way, they are alike.

Taking the script given by the company, he can make a vulnerable and attractive appearance, but he really makes him act like a weak person when it comes to what he thinks is a matter of principle, so as to get some preferential treatment, he is 1 people who are not willing.

So Ling Quan didn't talk about it anymore.

It's all over anyway.

Ling Quan stared at the floor, as if he wanted to see a hole in the floor. After a long time, he said slowly: "Actually, I have another question to ask you... how do you know my nickname?"

To be honest, Ling Quan already had a guess before asking, he just wanted to confirm.

He found it quite incredible.In his memory, there was a neighbor. He remembered that his name was Xiaoshao. These days, because of Ji Zhuo's incident, he thought about it hard, and thought of the origin of the name.

It was because he couldn't read when he was a child, and when he saw Ji Zhuo written on the cover of his homework book, he regarded Ji Zhuo as Ji Huoshao.

He was too young at that time, and many things happened later, and the face of this neighbor became blurred in his memory.

I just remember that little brother was thin and dark... In short, he is completely different from now.

If it's really Ji Zhuo, you can't blame Ling Quan for not recognizing him.

What's more, Ji Zhuo knew him, and he never mentioned it.

What's wrong with this man? He opened his mouth in vain and never said what he should say.It's fine if you don't want to talk about other things. Is there anything to hide about this matter?

On the contrary, Ji Zhuo was a little stunned: "Nickname? What nickname?"

Ling Quan felt a little embarrassed: "That day in the ambulance, you called me... called my name."

Ji Zhuo is not pretending to be stupid, he really has no memory of being called Ling Quan by his nickname.Ling Quan said that he was in the ambulance, and Ji Zhuo thought maybe he was a little blurred from the pain that day, so he blurted out without thinking.

Ji Zhuo was a little embarrassed: "...Doudou?"

Ling Quan's face immediately changed, and the Sichuan characters between his brows were squeezed out: "I didn't ask you to say your name...don't call me any more."

The author has something to say: Ling Xiaoquan's expression is gradually grim

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