And scum gong's green tea white moonlight HE

That is the unique message notification tone of "Xingyun", which has lighted up countless nights of confusion or anxiety for him.

Why did Wen Gu's cell phone ring when he sent a message?

The host pretended to be surprised and said, "Eh? The Nebula on Mr. Wen's cell phone seemed to beeping just now. Was it a message from a friend?"

Wen Gu took out the phone from his pocket to unlock it, seemed to smile, tapped the screen a few times with his fingertips, then locked the screen again, looked up at the hostess: "It's a friend."

Sheng Zhi's cell phone vibrated in Novice's hand.

[The old sword is deeply in love]: Hi.

How could this be?

Could it be that the person he has been chatting with for the past five years is...Wen Gu?

But how is it possible?How could it be such a coincidence?

After the host on the screen announced the mobile phone number of the winning user, he pinched the line card and looked at Wen Gu: "Then let's continue with the question just now. Why does Teacher Wen persist in looking for that person?"

Wen Gu lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, his voice was full of tenderness: "It was probably when I just graduated from university, and my family didn't want me to do fashion. Because my mother's family has always insisted on inheriting traditional Chinese art, and I did these in her In my eyes, belonging is treasonous, like a butcher suddenly added to a scholar's family, and it violates harmony no matter what he thinks."

Someone below was amused by him, and someone even shouted: "Mr. Wen is lucky that you came to save the Chinese music world!"

Wen Gu smiled noncommittally: "At that time, my family didn't support me, and I was a newcomer. I wrote a song and voted everywhere, but no company was willing to sign me. I felt very lonely when I was writing songs in a rented house at night, so I went to There is a live broadcast on Nebula."

"Oh?" the host said, "It turns out that Mr. Wen had a live broadcast?"

Wen Gu nodded: "But I started the live broadcast because I was writing songs. I'm not as good as other anchors who can speak beautiful words to make the audience happy. I can only sing a few lines during the audition. Other times it is relatively...quiet. "

Sheng Zhixin stared at the screen in a daze, unable to watch the picture, but the man's voice was heard word by word, and everything in the past flashed back into his memory like a movie.

"Why don't you speak?" 19-year-old Sheng Zhixin typed on the public screen, "Your voice is very nice."

But the host ignored him, and still pressed the keys of the electronic keyboard unhurriedly, without opening his mouth.

Sheng Zhixin sang in the bar until after eleven o'clock that day before leaving get off work, and it was past twelve o'clock when he returned to the dormitory.He entered the school from outside the wall, sneaked back to the dormitory, washed up in a hurry without disturbing his roommates, went to bed, and turned on an anchor's radio station casually, intending to listen for a while and chat before falling asleep.

But he clicked into a strange live broadcast room. The anchor cherished words like gold, and would only sing a few lines occasionally when he put down the piano and picked up the guitar to pluck the strings.

Sheng Zhixin still had eighth class the next day, but the occasional two bass lines tickled his heart, so he hid under the covers and typed: "I have class tomorrow morning QAQ you sing me a song I'm going to sleep, okay QAQ"

The sound of plucking the strings on the other side stopped.The man seemed to be helplessly entangled by him, and sighed: "What do you want to hear?"

"Listen to..."Stubborn," Sheng Zhixin said, "Mayday came to our concert recently, but I don't have the money to go."

There was a rustling sound over there, and then the anchor coughed lightly: "The earphones are listening, the sound quality may not be very good."

Guitar and clean vocals flow quietly from the headphone cable,

In retrospect, it was the best version of "Stubbornness" that Sheng Zhixin had ever heard.

......

"Then one day, there was an extra listener in my live broadcast room," Wen Gu said, "He was a college student at the time, and he had to go to class the next morning, and he voted for me with more than [-] free small fish stems to bribe/bribe me Sing him a song."

"So did you sing?" the host asked.

Wen Gu chuckled: "Yes, it's "Stubbornness" by Mayday."

"After that day, he became my only listener," he continued, "every time I started broadcasting, I would squat in my live broadcast room. Even if I didn't speak, I occupied the entire communication area by myself, talking I talked a lot about him."

The host smiled: "This friend, Mr. Wen, was still a chatterbox, so what happened later?"

"later......"

Wen Gu rubbed his phone: "After I cooperate with Director Quan, I will talk less. He told me that he might be signing a company. In the future, he probably won't be able to check in every day, but he will definitely come when he has time."

He paused here, and his voice became a little subtle: "But in fact, I should be able to know who he is at that time, but unfortunately I just didn't dare to guess. After all, who would associate such a coincidence?"

The host smelled the thought-provoking tone in his tone: "Huh? This friend is also in the circle?"

Wen Gu glanced at her, and although he was still smiling, his voice became cold: "Shouldn't it be time for me to tell a story? The protagonist is me, not him?"

The host has long heard that this fairy is not easy to mess with. The first half went so well that she wanted to sing the Internationale on the spot. At the same time, she secretly accused those colleagues who had been alarmist to her——Mr. So terrible!

But when the cold gaze was fixed on her just now, she was really startled, and immediately swallowed back the following words: "Ah yes yes, we focus...cough, focus The story itself is fine, and friends from the media should not write indiscriminately."

The "friends from the media" sitting below all sneered.

Only you, a fledgling newcomer who is not afraid of tigers, dare to ask him questions so bluntly. We old people are all collecting gossip by insinuating!

"So it's the last question for today," the host said, "Apart from finding someone, do you have any other purpose for restarting Nebula this time?"

"Another purpose is to support the new generation of musicians," Wen Gu said, "let them make really good songs that are not bad or routine."

***

No. 20 minutes after the live broadcast ended, Sheng Zhixin was still sitting stiffly on the hospital bed, and the live broadcast on the screen had already started to play other videos in sequence.

"Huo Ming," Sheng Zhixin said suddenly, "when will Teacher Wen come back...home?"

Huo Ming put the knocked melon seed husks into a small bag, and was taken aback when he heard the words: "Ah? The live broadcast is not far from his home, it should be there in a while, what's wrong?"

Sheng Zhixin shook his head: "It's okay."

He clicked on "Nebula", ignored the homepage which was many times more lively than before, and opened the friend list directly.

The head portrait was still at the top of the list, as if quietly waiting for him to speak.

Sheng Zhixin took a deep breath, clicked in, struggled for more than five minutes, and finally typed a line carefully:

[Nohara Shinnosuke]: Long time no see

[Nohara Shinnosuke]: Are you okay?

After he finished asking, he turned the phone over and covered it on the quilt as if guilty of guilt, but it didn't take long for the man to reply.

[So Sword Love]: Very good.

The two fell into an awkward silence.

If the person opposite is not Wen Gu, but a strange netizen, Sheng Zhixin may have caught him and chatted with him, including but not limited to the recent situation of so many years and the year of leaving without saying goodbye... .

leave without saying goodbye.

They had known each other as early as five or six years ago, but no matter how good luck made people, they broke contact because of one or another thing.

A break is so long.

Sheng Zhixin was thinking about how to continue the conversation, but saw a new message from that person.

[The old sword is deeply in love]: I miss you.

[So the sword is deeply in love]: Xiao Sheng.

Damn, foul.

Even though it was such a simple two pieces of news, Sheng Zhixin's face was red and his ears were hot, making him put his phone aside like a hot potato.

The mobile phone slipped from the quilt and crashed on the floor.

Huo Ming suddenly looked up from the video: "What's the matter?"

"It's okay," Sheng Zhixin sank his head into the pillow, almost groaning, "The phone... just slipped down."

Huo Ming came over to help him pick up the phone, but did not return it to him.

"Mr. Xiao Sheng, it's time to go to bed," Huo Ming looked at his confused face, and couldn't bear it, "According to the boss' request, I will arrange for you to fall asleep at 09:30, but because I watched the video It's already... well, it's already ten o'clock."

Sheng Zhixin's eyes widened: "Huh?"

"It means that you must sleep now, and I will keep the electronic equipment."

Huo Ming smiled and nodded, but he pressed Sheng Zhixin on the bed with great force, "Teacher Xiao Sheng, go to sleep, good night."

"Hey, it's only ten o'clock!"

Sheng Zhixin wanted to break free from Huo Ming's shackles, but he didn't expect this thin assistant to have such strong hands: "Who is a serious person and goes to bed at ten o'clock!"

"I will implement the boss's request unconditionally," Huo Ming said, "If you have any doubts, you can question him face to face."

After Sheng Zhixin heard the "face-to-face questioning", he immediately became cowardly, and obediently buried himself in the quilt, leaving only a pair of sad eyes exposed.

"Good night, Teacher Xiaosheng."

Huo Ming turned off the light and walked out of the ward with his mobile phone.

hateful.

Knowing that I am the person my crush has been looking for, and being teased by him, who can sleep like this?

Sheng Zhixin was very excited, wishing he could go to Wen Gu's house right now and explain it to him.

For a moment he didn't care about anything.

Since they met five or six years ago when they were both unknown to each other, why did he push away this fate that came to him again and again?

Sheng Zhixin tossed and turned on the bed like a pancake for nearly half an hour before sleepiness took over his energy unwillingly.

But just in a daze, he heard the door of the ward being gently pushed open.

"Are you asleep?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"Sleeping," Huo Ming said, "I'm holding the phone, there must be no other electronic products to play with."

The man was silent for a while, then walked into the ward lightly: "Let me see him, you wait for me outside."

Huo Ming responded and closed the door, leaving only the two of them in the room.

Sheng Zhixin's drowsiness dissipated immediately, and his whole body was tense to the extreme.

After Wen Gu stood quietly by his bed for a moment, he was about to turn around and leave when Sheng Zhixin borrowed courage from somewhere and took his hand from under the quilt.