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At the beginning of June, the air conditioner was turned on so that people were chilling, and the brushes with various colors of makeup were waving alternately from time to time, and colorful and choking debris floated down like heavenly maidens scattered flowers.

The huge lounge was overcrowded, and the tables were filled with girls in colorful dresses. From time to time, staff members struggled to intersperse, telling the players the order and process of appearance.

Compared with the beauties with slender waists and cloud hair, the plainly dressed girls in the corner looked a little out of place. A long-sleeved cotton white T-shirt covered her tall and thin body tightly, and her legs were tight and straight, but She was also tightly wrapped in black jeans.

However, her facial features are clear and beautiful, especially her lowered eyes are like obsidian, like a light rain in hot summer, which dilutes some of the dullness on her body.

The makeup artist in front of me drew crooked eyeliner for the third time, clicked her tongue, and wiped off the marks with a cotton swab vigorously.

Shi Shi slightly moved his eyeballs, enduring the pain and not making a sound.

"Look, there are still a few child stars over there, and the online lineup is actually real!" Pei Xing, who was dressed up in fancy clothes, couldn't hide his excitement, and finally took a while to pat his eyeliner.

Shi Wei quickly reached out to stop the make-up artist's annoyed wrist, and signaled that she didn't need to wipe it anymore, only then did she save the corners of her eyes which were already very fragile.

After the make-up artist left impatiently, Shi Wei breathed a sigh of relief, looked sideways, and sure enough, there were people surrounded by stars, only a few bright golden skirts were exposed.

Over there and here, there is a clear distinction.

Shi Wei withdrew his eyes and said with a smile: "You should have known it earlier, after all, you, a big internet celebrity, are also a part of the internet."

"I'm just a small blogger, how can I compare with them." Pei Xing shook his head, and then pulled Shi Wei's ponytail worriedly: "This show is quite popular, so many people are pointing to it to make their debut, why do you just wear it?" Like this? Don’t even do your hair?”

This is a singing talent show variety show called "Midsummer Night's Star". Because several popular singers appeared in the first two seasons, the third season has attracted a lot of attention. The contestants are either famous or have backgrounds, like Shi Wei. Such few are rare.

Shi Wei has no background, no fame, no money, and no amateurs, so from the moment he entered the door, it seemed that everyone defaulted to the role of cannon fodder, and no one came to talk to him.

Luckily she didn't care.

"Even if you didn't come here just for the competition, there's no need to be so casual..." Seeing that there was no one around, Pei Xing murmured in a low voice, "What's more, he is so popular now, he probably forgot about you a long time ago."

The word "forget" broke into his ears, and Shi Wei's heart suddenly hurt as if he had been shocked by an electric shock, and the smile on his face faded subconsciously.

There is a program lineup poster on the table in front of him, Shi Wei's eyes are fixed on a familiar face, that person has almond eyes and red lips, and holds the microphone frivolously with his fingertips, although he is only standing on the canvas, he seems to have the aura of looking down upon the world proudly.

Jiang Ciru, a famous female singer, has won the annual Chinese Gold Cup Award for two consecutive years, and is one of the program instructors. However, the online reviews are not good, and there are so many scandals.

"If she really cared about you, how could she have left you and left?" Pei Xing's voice kept ringing, trying to persuade Shi Wei, "With a background like Jiang, taking you in is the same as taking you in." Stray cats are similar. And she is notoriously bad-tempered in the circle, maybe the person you want to meet is fake in the first place."

Pei Xing and Shi Wei are college roommates, and she saw with her own eyes how Shi Wei spent his two years at school in a daze, until Shi Wei dropped out of school and came back from abroad, and she knew that the person Shi Wei had always been thinking about was actually the one who exploded in popularity in the past two years singer.

"Pei Xing." Shi Wei whispered, ending Pei Xing's chatter.

Seeing Pei Xing mumbling and turning back, Shi Wei suddenly stretched out his hand and turned the glaring poster over.

She just wanted to ask why, why after becoming her everything, she was thrown away like trash.

That was many, many years ago. Thinking about it now, it is as illusory and long as a dream of centuries.

At that time, Shi Wei was just 14 years old, his mother left home, his father drank alcohol every day, lived like a wild child who was left alone, and was always bullied by the children in school.

Being beaten, being robbed of a small amount of food money, and starving all day are commonplace.

One day, when there was a torrential rain, Shi Wei was pushed into a mud puddle. By the time the piercing pain reached her cerebral cortex, the person who pushed her had disappeared.

Instead, there is a beautiful lattice umbrella, and under the umbrella, a bright and beautiful face.

That was the first time Shi Wei saw Jiang Ciru.

"Guests are ready to go to the pre-picking, contestants, speed up!" The field manager's angry voice pulled Shi Wei out of his memory, and in a trance, some of the top-ranked contestants had already left the waiting room.

But today is just a self-introduction before the recording of the show, so the atmosphere is not tense, and many people are chatting relaxedly.

"Did you see Jiang Ciru? How is the real person?" A girl excitedly asked her returning companion.

"The preparation room is tightly blocked by the assistants, and I can't see anyone at all, but the posture is the same as what is said on the Internet, and it is very difficult to get along with." The person who answered made a worried expression, "I don't want to be assigned In her team, it's too scary."

Jiang Ciru's three words are like a catalyst, the more you listen, the faster Shi Wei's heartbeat becomes, and it becomes uncontrollable. Finally, he has to excuse himself to go to the bathroom and leave the noisy lounge quickly.

Pei Xing clenched his hands into a trumpet and told her behind her: "Come back early, there is still half an hour to record."

Shi Wei waved her hand to show that he knew.

Occasionally, some anxious staff ran past in the corridor, feeling the undercurrent of cool wind brushing against his temples, Shi Wei finally felt more comfortable, leaning against the wall in a daze.

Two years before Jiang Ciru left without saying goodbye, Shi Wei searched all over the world as if she had lost her soul, but she was helpless. For her, Jiang Ciru's life was like another world light years away. , once he leaves, he will never meet her again.

It wasn't until Shi Wei graduated and returned to China some time ago that he saw Jiang Ciru's face on TV again.

Pei Xing was right, Jiang Ciru had indeed forgotten her, and she was completely forgotten.

Shi Weiben was going to give up, but when he saw the news of the program, he signed up by accident.

That's fine, let's just say goodbye to my past self, Shi Wei thought.

Shi Wei prevented herself from reminiscing, brushed her hair lightly, straightened her back and was about to leave, but suddenly heard a rush of footsteps.

A girl with an intern on her badge rushed past her in a panic, and ran back with a blushing face, holding a ukulele case in her hand, looking like she was about to cry, and whispered Q: "Hi, I've been asked to take this to 107, but I'm running out of work, can you..."

Shi Wei was slightly taken aback when she heard the words, and then touched her waist. Sure enough, she didn't wear the contestant's number tag.

And looking at her ordinary clothes, it is of course not a contestant.

Shi Wei wanted to explain, but seeing the girl's eyes were red, and thinking that he was still early, there was still time for a trip, so he felt pity for a moment, and reached out to take the instrument.

Seeing the intern thank you again and again and running away, Shi sighed slightly, and looked down at the piano case in his hand.

Small and light, the wooden box is engraved with a curlicue signature, which is faintly visible under the light of the corridor.

Looking at this piano case, its owner must cherish the instrument very much.

107 At the other end here, just as Shi Wei turned the corner, she was taken aback by the crowd in front of her. Before she could open her mouth, a staff member hurriedly grabbed her and shouted at the door: "Miss Xiaotong, You Kerry sent it!"

"It took so long?" A sharp voice came from the door, with undisguised irritability, and then the door was pushed open, and a long-faced woman in her 30s appeared behind the door.

The woman was wearing heavy smoky makeup, she snatched the piano case angrily, and opened it for inspection.

Shi Wei was vented inexplicably, but he didn't want to cause trouble, so he didn't bother, turned around and planned to leave, but was suddenly stopped by a reprimand.

"Hey, that intern, did you do this?" The woman frowned, holding the ukulele in one hand, and pointed to a very obvious scratch on it with the other.

After seeing clearly that it was a bruise, Shi Wei was surprised but also found it funny. It turned out that the girl was not crying because of lack of time, but because she was afraid and wanted to find a scapegoat.

Fortunately, she was kind enough to help her.

"I'm not a staff member, this is..."

"I don't care who you are, you are the one who sent the things, and you are responsible!" Shi Wei hadn't finished speaking before being overwhelmed by the woman's voice, "Where did such a mindless person come from, do you know Knowing how valuable this violin is, the artist will use it later, what compensation do you get?"

Pointing at Shi Wei with the long nails pasted with glitter, she kept scolding her.

The noise here attracted other people to watch, and the hallway was soon filled with water. It seemed that everyone in the circle knew what women were doing, and no one dared to speak out, so everyone formed a circle, leaving Shiwei standing alone. In the center, it was inspected by dozens of eyes.

Being embarrassed by the public like this, no matter how good-tempered he is, he can't bear it anymore, Shi Wei was so angry that he was shaken by the fingernail that had been pointing at the tip of his nose, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the neck of the violin.

The woman didn't expect her to be so bold, and the words of reproach were choked in her throat for a while, and she watched the plainly dressed girl snatch the ukulele back from her hand.

"Handmade plywood, the body of the piano leaks glue, and the bridge is crooked." Shi frowned slightly, and said unhurriedly, she turned the ukulele over, looked at the woman with black and white eyes, "It's just a semi-finished product made by a novice, and it's not as expensive as the piano case outside."

The onlookers gasped.

Seeing that Shi Wei looks like an intern, he dared to go against a well-known agent in the industry like this, he is really a talented person from the past generation.

Seeing the woman's face turn pale with anger, Shi Wei said again: "This is an intern surnamed Liu who asked me to send it. If you need compensation, please contact her. If you don't believe me, the third floor to the first floor They can be checked by monitoring.”

"I also hope that the next time you find someone to vent your anger on, you won't find the wrong one."

After articulated the last sentence, Shi Wei didn't bother to look at the woman's reaction, and was about to leave as soon as he turned on his toes, but he heard the door of the preparation room creak, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Da, da, da, the sound of high heels touching the floor, echoing the heartbeat that became violent in an instant.

"Sister Tong." The man behind said, his voice was as lazy as a cat in the afternoon.

The familiar voice, the unfamiliar smell of perfume, and the subtle senses are infinitely magnified at this moment.

A hand stretched out from behind, and gently grabbed the ukulele that Shi Wei forgot to return, the cold fingertips inadvertently slid across Shi Wei's palm, causing Shi Wei to tremble unnoticed.

"Turn around." Jiang Ciru said.