The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

After that day, Wang Ye fell ill, the illness was groundless, and he continued to be in a coma with a haggard face, as if he deliberately didn't want to face the world anymore.

While in a coma, he had many dreams. Sometimes he was with his parents when he was young, watching them quarrel, throw things, and take revenge on each other, and sometimes he returned to the old house and sat on the wooden chair in the corner, as if The ghosts of this world.

Wang Ye was surprised to find that even though he already knew that these two people were Shen Moyan and Xue Shaoqing, he was surprisingly calm at this moment, maybe because he was in a dream.

He was not as sad as he imagined.

Shen Moyan probably only had a little more at this time, wearing a Sichuan brocade red jacket, picked up a stalk of red plum and ran into the room, put it in a vase and laughed so hard that his red tasseled mouth couldn't close his mouth.

Xue Shaoqing also followed him into the room, looking at the other party with a gentle gaze like a lake.

"What good thing did you get back again? I see you are so happy." Xue Shaoqing closed the door with a smile, and Rongcheng was already a little messy with flying snow at that time.

"The red plum blossoms in the Litang Garden were in bloom, and the third child and I picked some. Speaking of which, although there are quite a lot of pear trees and crabapple trees in your yard, the plum blossoms are still beautiful in winter."

Wang Ye saw Shen Moyan talking with a little childishness, unlike the man he met now, who knew all kinds of things in the world like an old goblin, and his expression was often indifferent, and only when facing him was there a tenderness Innocent.

He found himself thinking about those things again, and quickly wanted to throw away these thoughts. He didn't want to think about Shen Moyan at this moment, who was completely different from the one in front of him, and he couldn't move away from Shen Moyan with shining eyes.

Xue Shaoqing also looked at the red plum with a smile, and praised: "It is indeed very beautiful. If you like it, you can just plant it in this backyard. Anyway, you will live in it sooner or later."

"No way." Shen Moyan curled his lips and said coquettishly: "Of the people in this house, you are the only one who treats me well, and everyone else has bad intentions. I don't want to go out with a narrow escape."

Seeing this, Wang Ye suddenly felt that he couldn't stand it anymore. He thought countless times that when Shen Moyan saw him later, whether it was Xue Shaoqing in his eyes, or whether he had some shadow of himself.

After such a comparison, there will be endless memories in my mind, first meeting, falling into the water, dating, confession, getting shot, crisis... Wang Ye felt as if he could not breathe, he had to go outside for a walk , he needs to escape from the current environment.

But when he just stepped out of the room, the scene in this world suddenly changed, he seemed to have come to another space, it was no longer the old house, but a very lively theater.

In fact, he has never seen an opera garden before, so he can know that it is just the three-foot stage in front of him, and there will be a Huadan, wearing colorful costumes, singing in small steps.

He grew up abroad. Of course he didn't understand what this person was singing, but he still found it fresh. At least Shen Moyan was not seen here, so he walked to the side, chose a seat to sit down, and looked around curiously. see.

Wang Ye thought, maybe the original owner of this body was somewhat resentful, otherwise, why would he have dreamed of these grotesque pasts over and over again, or as Shen Moyan said, the soul is gone, and maybe it will come back someday .

Where will Xue Shaoqing go after he comes back?

Wang Ye didn't know, and his ability was not enough to control these.

The Huadan on the stage seemed to have finished singing and bowed to the audience, but this Huadan didn't seem to be very popular here, the audience was still bustling with audiences, and some people turned their heads to pay attention.

Soon there will be the next Huadan on stage, with pearly glaze and a slender waist, Wang Ye can recognize Shen Moyan at a glance even from a long distance away.

He felt a little flustered, but he still couldn't move his eyes. He had never seen a man like this. He was wearing women's clothes, and he didn't feel awkward at all. Instead, he was so soft that he wanted to reach out his hand to retain a trace of fragrance.

Wang Ye saw the man singing the tune with his lips parted, and then recalled that Shen Moyan sang the same tune that day in the villa, and his eyes seemed to drift slowly towards him.

This is in a dream, Shen Moyan should not be able to see him, he is safe, he can sit here and watch the man's every move silently.There is no need to think about self-esteem anymore, and there is no need to think about cheating.

Wang Ye began to enjoy himself a little bit, but suddenly, the surroundings were plunged into darkness. He stood up in surprise, turned his head and looked back and forth, but the only light coming from the stage in front of him was.

"Shaoqing..." The young Shen Moyan called him, no, he said to him, but it was someone else's name.

Shen Moyan was wearing a Huadan costume, standing upright in the center of the stage, with heavy makeup on his face but still unable to conceal his sadness, some tears dripped from his eyes, his tone was filled with indescribable despair.

"This farewell, the bloody battlefield is far away, and I will see you again in this life..."

Wang Ye knew that these words were not meant for him, but he couldn't stop walking over, at least he wanted to see clearly, at least he didn't like men crying.

"Shaoqing...I will wait for you...no matter how long it takes, I will wait for you to come back...please come back...please... "

Wang Ye was almost angry, he impulsively wanted to run up and shake this man awake, without Xue Shaoqing, he would not come back, the person you met later was me, Wang Ye, not other men.

But obviously God didn't give him this chance, the moment he lost his mind, he...woke up.

The moment he opened his eyes, the light was still glaring and he had to cover it with his hands. His mind was so dizzy that he didn't know how long he had been lying on this bed, and even his body felt weak.

"Wang Dong? How do you feel?" An Jia's voice appeared dutifully, somewhat anxiously: "If you feel unwell, I'll call the doctor right away."

"Where am I?" Wang Ye was able to make a sound after a long while, his voice was hoarse and throbbing, and the little secretary immediately poured him a glass of water.

"In the hospital, you have been in a coma for several days." An Jia replied truthfully, standing aside respectfully: "But fortunately you are awake now, and the Wang Group also suppressed this news, only saying that you are on a business trip."

"Hmm..." He still couldn't figure out whether it was reality or a dream, and the only episode he could remember was listening to Shen Moyan crying in front of the stage at the end.

"Has Shen Moyan been here?" In fact, if he still had a bit of dignified strength, he shouldn't have asked, but the emotion in the dream was so real, that suddenly he wanted to see the man very much, and wanted to tell him personally.He is not Xue Shaoqing.

"Hmm...no..." An Jia hesitated for a moment but still replied respectfully: "I have personally invited Boss Shen...but the other party...the other party said. ...."

"What did he say?" Wang Ye's voice gradually turned cold, he glanced at his secretary and said indifferently, "Don't hide a single word."

An Jia sighed, but still opened her mouth and said, "He said, your life or death has nothing to do with him anymore."