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Wen Gu's voice sounded outside the door: "Are you busy? Do you want to go out for a walk?"

Sheng Zhixin opened the door, but Wen Gu didn't come in.

He glanced at the mobile phone on the bed, and he understood: "Are you reading the comments?"

Sheng Zhixin let out a "hmm".

"Don't always look at your phone, go out for a walk?"

Anyway, Sheng Zhixin had nothing to do, and continued to read the comments to make him even more upset, so he simply agreed to his request.

Wearing a mask, he followed Wen Gu through the lobby of the hotel like a thief.Seeing him like this, Wen Gu couldn't help laughing: "What are you doing?"

"I... keep a low profile."

After reading the comments on the Internet, Sheng Zhixin now feels that his personal safety has been threatened.

Who knows if there will be any extreme fans who don't like Ai Xin because they are too close to him, rush out of the corner to throw acid or simply stab him.

"Don't worry, no one will see you."

Wen Gu stretched out his hand and pulled the man out from behind like a chicken: "You are more eye-catching now, like a bank robber."

Sheng Zhixin, who robbed the bank, wanted to cry but was escorted outside the hotel.

The director team has a lot of money, and they seem to feel that the accommodation conditions last time were too wronged, so they booked this 3000 yuan a night scenic hotel in a merciful manner.

But the security measures are also very good, especially after the hint was released on Weibo, no one came to stay outside the hotel.

When YOUNG was still cool, Pei Ming and Luo Yichi of the same team were blocked several times by illegitimate students, and some people even squatted downstairs in their house and rummaged through the trash can, which left a big shadow on Sheng Zhixin.

The two left the hotel without hindrance. Wen Gu called a car in advance, saying that they were going to the Bund.

Taking advantage of the night, Sheng Zhixin took off his mask after getting in the car, and said in a low voice, "I haven't been to the Bund yet."

"Haven't you been to Shanghai before?"

"I've been here, but I came here for the purpose of recording a show, so I went back after not much shopping," Sheng Zhixin said, "If it weren't for this variety show, I might never have had the opportunity to travel like this."

As he spoke, he subconsciously wanted to take out his mobile phone, but he heard the people around him say: "Since you haven't been here, why don't you look outside, you have to look at your mobile phone."

"I......"

"Want to read the comments again?"

After being told the truth, Sheng Zhixin coughed lightly and nodded.

"Are you happy reading the comments?" Wen Gu asked him.

"It's okay," Sheng Zhixin smiled awkwardly, "Someone praised me."

Wen Gu looked at him with raised eyebrows, Sheng Zhixin avoided his eyes, and continued to look down at the bloody storm in the comment area.

But the more I watched it, the more worried I became, and the more worried I became, the more I wanted to watch it.Those people scolded him with swear words, as if he had done something heinous.Maliciousness poured out on him like a mountain. This is the first time he has faced abuse and ridicule so intuitively, and there are even many insults that have risen to the level of personal attacks.

Wronged, sad, and puzzled, but his whole body seemed to be covered with an airtight cover, tightly covering the negative emotions, without revealing any vulnerability.

Unknowingly, the car slowly stopped on the road beside the Bund. When the two got out of the car, they could see a row of castle-like old buildings lit up beside them.

They didn't join in the fun with tourists, and walked slowly along the road.

Sheng Zhixin suddenly said, "I just couldn't help it, so I watched it."

Wen Gu lowered his eyes and looked at him: "Can't help but see how others scold me? Do you like reading negative comments so much?"

Indeed it is.

He wouldn't tell Wen Gu that the video that the other party criticized him had been treasured in the favorites all the time, and he would take it out and whip him if he had nothing to do.

"No, some people praised me, saying I'm cute." Sheng Zhixin smiled reluctantly.

"Oh."

Wen Gu said coolly: "One hundred comments, ninety scolding and two compliments, and the remaining eight are yin and yang?"

He was right, but Sheng Zhixin was still trying to be brave: "Isn't that because someone praised me, it's better than nothing."

"You have a good attitude," Wen Gu said, "Then it seems that I took you out to relax, it's really unnecessary, I'm just being sentimental."

Sheng Zhixin heard that he was a little angry, so he shut up obediently and walked behind him with his head down.

The two were silent for a long time in embarrassment, and then he said softly: "Mr. Wen, am I not suitable for this circle?"

"Why doesn't it fit?"

"They said so."

"If they say you're not suitable, are you really not suitable?"

Wen Gu stopped suddenly and looked at an old man by the side of the road.

Sheng Zhixin also followed his gaze, only to realize that the sound of the harmonica accompanying the two of them was played by the uncle.

The harmonica should not be a big brand, and the pitch is not very accurate to the ears of Sheng Zhixin, a music maker. It fluctuates up and down, with interruptions from time to time.

Surrounded by tourists in a hurry, they stopped occasionally and left immediately, but there was only a white-haired grandmother standing opposite him with a handbag, listening carefully.

"Do you think he plays well?"

Sheng Zhixin subconsciously shook his head.

"What's wrong?"

Sheng Zhixin looked at Wen Gu without knowing why.

"Tell me," Wen Gu changed his posture and leaned against the railing, "Pitch, rhythm, tune...any direction is fine."

What is this for?

He didn't know why, but he still said according to Wen Gu's request: "Let's just keep the pitch right. Many tones are not in tune, and there are also problems with the rhythm of breathing. Many times, a certain syllable will be particularly prominent, which is harsh and sharp."

Speaking of which, Sheng Zhixin actually has a little understanding of the "harmonica" through Luo Yichi.

Back then when they were auditioning on the Big Island, Luo Yichi was asked by his instructor what talent he had, and he had prepared four harmonicas, stacked them together and played a polka for the audience, making it look like a symphony orchestra was invited .

It was at that time that he realized that the harmonica could still be played like this.

"So in short it's not good enough, right?"

Sheng Zhixin nodded.

"When I passed the Bund when I came to Shanghai two years ago, I saw him playing the harmonica here," Wen Gu said. "At that time, there was not even the only audience, and he was standing here alone playing, no money or no money. If you don’t advertise your treatment, you just play the harmonica.”

"Now he has his first audience."

After the uncle finished playing, the old lady on the opposite side applauded him. He smiled, picked up the piano and put it to his mouth, and played the next piece.

"Then do you think he is suitable for playing the harmonica?"

Sheng Zhixin shook his head, then nodded again.

"Not suitable, but he did, why?"

"probably because......"

He had an answer in his heart, but it was stuck in his throat, and he said with difficulty: "I like it."

"Do you like writing songs?"

"like."

"Then they say you are not suitable, so you have to give up?"

In fact, Sheng Zhixin has been thinking about this problem for a long time, but he has not convinced himself to accept all the malice.

Although his life was not smooth, he did not experience so many hardships like this year, so that he began to doubt whether the path he chose was right.

"Many people can't turn what they like into a job in their whole life. You are very lucky. Why give up now?"

Sheng Zhixin looked at Wen Gu: "Can I really do it?"

"You don't need to come to me for proof, you have to believe in yourself."

But how could he believe in himself?

"I'm not you, how can I not care about comments."

Sheng Zhixin's voice was very small, but trembling slightly: "I have never been praised or recognized by anyone. To put it simply, where do I get the confidence?"

While talking, the two walked to the end of the road and turned to the left, which was the bank of the Huangpu River where tourists gathered.

Wen Gu stood with his back to the light, squinting slightly at him.

"I don't know what to do to satisfy others. It seems that no matter what I do, it is wrong. In the eyes of others, it is bad and should be eliminated. The draft is now and..."

"I'm really already trying..."

Sheng Zhixin sobbed uncontrollably, and the strong disguise finally disappeared.

He didn't want Wen Gu to see him losing his composure again, so he lowered his head in panic and wiped his eyes with his hands.

Then, he heard the man sigh, caressing his cheek with one hand, and gently raised his head.

"So? Tell me you're happy now?"

Sheng Zhixin bit his lip, but finally shook his head.

"Is it because I don't ask, but you just keep acting like this?" Wen Gu frowned slightly, "Who gave you the bad habit of laughing when you're sad, and the happier you laugh when you're sad?"

Sheng Zhixin sobbed again hopelessly, and the belated grievances swept over like mountains and seas.

Fortunately, the positions of the two of them are not conspicuous, otherwise they will be photographed, and tomorrow's headlines will be that the top class bullies the [-]th-tier starlets in public.

"Are they professional or am I professional?"

Sheng Zhixin blinked and said in a low voice, "You."

"I said you are very talented, I admire you. They said you have no talent, tell you to get out, who do you listen to?"

Sheng Zhixin lowered his head subconsciously, trying to avoid his gaze, but someone lifted his chin and raised his face.

"You have the guts to see how others criticize you, but you don't have the guts to answer my questions, do you?"

Wen Gu's face was cold, and his words were merciless, as if he had become the person who scolded him in the interview in the blink of an eye.

Those few days of cohabitation made him forget that Wen Gu had never tolerated sand in the eyes of professionals.

Wen Gu's mask covered most of his face, and he couldn't see the expression of the person in front of him clearly, so he was forced to stare at those beautiful and sharp eyes.

Sheng Zhixin held back his tears and said with difficulty: "Listen, listen to you..."

Unexpectedly, Wen Gu didn't intend to let go: "Speak up."

"I'll listen to you."

Sheng Zhixin gritted his teeth and raised his voice: "You don't need to comfort me, I'm not that fragile, I'm just..."

"What did I just say? Do you want to continue to be brave?"

Wen Gu raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "I didn't comfort you, I was telling the truth."

truth?

"It's true to appreciate you and think that you are talented. I have never had the habit of praising others against my conscience."

"Are you a three-year-old? Need me to tell lies?"

He slowly let go of Sheng Zhixin's hand: "Maybe I have criticized you before, but it was only for the songs you wrote at that stage, not all the works."

Sheng Zhixin looked at him, and suddenly felt a little strange in his heart.

He was wronged and sad. It was the first time he faced such malice directly, and he wanted the person in front of him to hug him.

He suddenly understood why some people spend their whole lives pestering the person who is impossible to be with, because there is no way to refuse.

Those with low self-esteem will naturally yearn for the place where the light is.

Sheng Zhixin was thinking about these messily in his head, when he was pulled gently by someone suddenly, he fell into a warm embrace.

The coldness on Wen Gu's face dissipated, and he rubbed his hair according to the situation, and scattered the hairstyle that the little star had specially grabbed for going out: "Don't hold back when you want to cry in the future, you know?"

Sheng Zhixin looked over his shoulder at the lights in the distance, sniffed, and nodded fiercely.

The hug was very short, barely a few seconds, and the movements were superficial, but somehow it made Sheng Zhixin want to cry even more.

When the heat source left him, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to keep him, but he stopped again.

Tourists around come and go, but no one cares about this shadow that is not taken care of by the lights.

"Will you make a promise with me?" Wen Gu asked in a low voice.