His personality is not good

The temperature on the day of the final was very low, but there were still huge crowds of people outside the studio, just like the audition scene a few months ago, many fans held up lights and banners, shouting with all their might.

Zhong Weishi saw the banner and light board with his name printed on it in the crowd, and from a distance, it was dark blue.

I heard the staff of the program group explain that it was because he once said in an interview that he liked the color of the sea, so the fans decided on this color as the color of support.

Although he could see his own light sign at the scene before, it was the first time he saw such a grand scene, especially when the fans chanted slogans in unison, he was so moved that he got goosebumps.

Even the dressing room for the finals was separate, as big as Gu Lizhou's study room, with warm yellow lights, and storage shelves full of various cosmetics.

The makeup artist was a woman in her thirties, her black hair was maintained like a waterfall, when she saw Zhong Wei, she smiled gently.

"You are much more handsome in person than in the photos."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhong Weishi realized that he was a man!

His voice is thicker than his!

Shocked for two seconds, he quickly regained his composure, "Actually, I think so too."

The makeup artist was immediately amused by him, patted the chair and said, "Come and sit, how about I make you an elf hair color?"

As soon as he heard the word "elf", the first color that popped into Zhong Weishi's mind was tortoise green.

"What is elf hair color?"

"Cool gray, it's silvery gray under the light, it looks good." The makeup artist adjusted a few samples from the phone, "How about it, is it acceptable?"

Zhong Weishi changed his hair color once in the previous competition, but it was a very safe dark maroon. The shape of the pattern is good-looking, but for him, it is still a bit exaggerated.

"This color is too arrogant! Can I hold my skin tone?" He didn't even have the nerve to say that it was too unorthodox.

The man patted him on the shoulder and said firmly: "Trust me, you will amaze the audience."

Waiting for styling was the most boring period of time. Zhong Weishi closed his eyes and listened to music the whole time, and almost fell asleep. When he was woken up by the makeup artist, he found that more than two hours had passed.

Looking at myself in the mirror, a thought popped into my mind—this person must have a high salary.

The final was broadcast live, and the tickets were sold at sky-high prices, but the auditorium was still overcrowded.

Gu Lizhou's tickets were obtained with Cheng Yue's help. He woke up early and drove from City B to the studio.

Probably because of the last scene, the host's voice was louder than usual, and a line was spitting, and there was always a sense of joy that "I'm going to get off work soon".

The top four come out one by one in order, everyone's appearance has changed to some extent, and the momentum of walking out is much stronger than that of the audition.

The moment Gu Lizhou raised his eyes, his eyebrows raised unconsciously—he was indeed amazed by his boyfriend's appearance today.

Zhong Weishi's look is the most eye-catching among the four, with short silver-gray hair, fluffy and slightly curly, in a chaotic and orderly manner, the hair is sprinkled with bright powder, shining bits and pieces of light under the light.

Not to mention the evil hair color, even the clothes are very flamboyant.

The silk shirt with a drape, the buttons on the placket are only half buttoned, most of the collarbone is clearly visible, and if the wind blows, it may show a chest or something.

Gu Lizhou also noticed that the red string on his wrist was not removed.

Zhong Weishi bowed to the audience, all the fans screamed, Gu Lizhou wished he could go up and fasten the buttons for him.

The seat where Gu Lizhou was sitting was not very conspicuous, Zhong Weishi looked around, and still met his eyes, raised his eyebrows.

Fans also saw his gaze.

"He smiled at me!—"

"It's me! It's me!"

"Ahhhhhhhhh-"

"Zhong Weishi! Mom, I love you!"

The screams were like waves hitting the old man on the beach.

After the host made an affectionate commentary, the four of them drew lots and performed in turn, and Zhong Weishi was the first.

The stage lights went out with a "bang" and all went out.

The audience turned into a sea of ​​stars.

The accompaniment sounded, the audience fell silent, and a beam of light aimed at the center of the stage.

Gu Lizhou took out his mobile phone to record, watched the people on the screen slowly walking towards him little by little, and finally he chose to put down his mobile phone.

This is a clock that he has never seen before, like a full moon hanging in the night sky, cold and dark clouds can't hide its light.

"Iseeyoumonsters. (I see your beast)"

"Isee youpain. (your pain)"

"Tell me your problems, I'll chase them away. (Tell me your problems and I'll chase them away)"

……

The distance was too close, Gu Lizhou could even see the makeup on his face clearly.

Zhong Weishi has a standard peach-blossom eye shape, with slightly drooping eye ends, which always give people a watery and aura feeling, but today's stylist hooked a little bit of eyeliner on the end of his eyes, and put on Eye shadow, the aura changes instantly.

The people on the stage, confident and calm, sang the final stage like a personal concert.

Zhong Weishi's gaze unconsciously swept towards the auditorium, and the smile of the man under the stage made him feel calm.

According to the usual practice, there is always a sensational dialogue at the end of the show. The mentors talk about the progress of the contestants, and then the contestants humbly thank the mentors and the program team for their cultivation.

Looking back on the experience of the past few months on the big screen, the changes of several people along the way are clearly displayed through this video.

Before the results were announced, Cheng Yue went to the stage to give each contestant a hug, and finally faced the audience, "It has been nearly six months since the audition for the program "The Power of Idol". I feel their changes. They are immature and young, they are changing little by little, and they will definitely change in the future. What will they become? None of us know."

"The few people who are still standing on the stage have super high influence, but what I want to say is that traffic is not everything, and the popularity brought to you by the show is even more impossible to maintain forever. To get out of this stage, you still need time. Always remind yourself, what was the purpose of standing on this stage? Why did you enter this circle? How far you have to go, how far you can go, it all depends on you. I hope you can withstand the temptation in the future, Shen You have to make up your mind, regardless of the wind and rain, never forget your original intention."

When Zhong Weishi got the microphone, he hadn't thought about what to say. This was a temporary arrangement, and he didn't prepare in advance.

Looking at the expectant eyes under the stage, he said in a deep voice: "In the apartment I rented before, there was a retired old man in his 80s who lay in the corridor basking in the sun every day. Every time I I was very envious when I passed by. He received a retirement salary, and he didn’t have much pressure on food, clothing, housing and transportation, but he was not in good health. I said at the time, 'Oh, I am so envious of you. You don’t have to think about tomorrow, it’s okay. Worry, if only I could change my identity with you, I also want to retire, I am tired from working every day.'”

Everyone on and off stage laughed.

Zhong Weishi smiled faintly, "Later, the uncle said something that shocked me. He said, 'As long as I can return to your age, I will be willing to be tired.'"

"I asked him why? He said, 'You still have youth, dreams, and hope. I have nothing left. What greets me is sickness and death.'"

When I said this, the eyes of many people in the audience were moist.

"It was at that moment that I suddenly realized that I was still in the most precious stage of my life. What am I complaining about?" Zhong Weishi looked at the audience, smiled, and raised his voice, "So, if you If you have a dream, just like me, work hard to realize it! It is worthwhile to come to this world!"

After speaking, he bowed 90 degrees to the audience.

Gu Lizhou, like countless audiences at the scene, conveyed continuous applause to the center of the stage.

Finally, the program "The Power of Idols" ushered in the climax.

The four stood on the lifting platform, waiting for the host to announce the ranking.

The rankings will be announced starting from No.4, and the fourth and third runners-up are Duan Sicheng and Zhou Yikai respectively.

Zhong Weishi already had the answer in his heart, he saw Gu Lizhou smiling at him.

Very confident smile.

The host's thick voice stirred up the atmosphere, "So what's the difference between the votes of No.1 and No.2? Please look at the big screen——"

The accompaniment was the sound of drums, and the hearts of everyone in the audience were lifted to their throats.

No.1 is a red cylinder belonging to Sun Jiarong, and the number on it shows 3918 million votes.

No.2 had 3817 million votes at the end of the clock.

The host showed a regretful expression, "Oh, there is only such a small difference in the number of votes between the two."

There were warm cheers from the audience, Sun Jiarong raised his chin, and pretended to hug Zhong Weishi.

——The next second, the big screen switched to a detailed data report, which included the increase in the votes of the four contestants in the past ten days, and each time period was clearly listed.

Sun Jiarong's heart skipped a beat, his pupils dilated.

11月16号那天，他的票数在凌晨1点到3点这段时间里，一下涨了300多万。

This is impossible!

Everyone in the audience exclaimed and started discussing.

"Is this number of votes counted?"

"It's too obvious, okay, 3 hours in the morning, more than 300 million, who voted for him?"

"Damn it, this is too fucking insidious, the channel will only be swiped when it's about to close."

"Which stupid fan brushed it for him?"

"It deserves it, I killed my idol."

The staff responsible for reviewing the backstage data of the show is a man in his 30s. At this time, he walked onto the stage slowly with a microphone in his hand.

"I'm sorry to inform everyone that our staff found some minor problems during the process of reviewing the votes. I think everyone can understand the data analysis table on the screen? Contestant Sun Jiarong arrived at 11 am on November 16th. The data in the time period of 1 o'clock is obviously abnormal."

Zhong Weishi stared blankly at the pile of data, his mind was a little blank.

It's not that he hasn't seen the behavior of swiping tickets for a game, but it's the first time the official has come forward to clarify.

The man spoke very tactfully, and first apologized to the audience, saying that there was a loophole in the official voting system that caused the data to be tampered with.

As for who changed the data, he didn't discuss it on the stage, and he didn't mention the word "swiping votes", but everyone made a preconceived judgment - whoever the data is beneficial to is naturally made by his fans.

Finally, the man solemnly declared that more than 300 million votes were invalid.

Many years later, the data and process of Zhong Weishi's final night are very vague, but he will always remember the lights with his name printed on them, the sea of ​​stars, and those eyes that seemed to be talking.

The owner of the eyes told him - look, everything will be all right.

"Bam—"

A fiery beam hit Zhong Weishi's body.

A silver ball above the head exploded in an instant, and colorful ribbons fell from the sky, filling the stage again.

The applause and cheers from the audience were like a roaring tsunami, and Gu Lizhou gave a thumbs up to the stage.

Sun Jiarong frowned and whispered, obviously dissatisfied with the result.

Zhong Weishi was also dazed, even a little at a loss, until Zhou Yikai walked over to hug him, and he patted him on the back reflexively.

He didn't know that before the voting channel was closed, his dear boyfriend asked someone to swipe the more than 300 million votes for Sun Jiarong. Under the pressure of public opinion, he posted a blog apology and admitted to spreading rumors.

After the matter was suppressed, his popularity rose against the storm.

Zhong Weishi never thought that one day he would shed tears in front of thousands of spectators and even the whole of China.

The host handed him the microphone again: "Is there anything you want to say to the fans who have always supported you?"

He raised his chin and blinked his eyes, trying to hold back his tears, but he saw the eyes shining brightly like his under the stage, tears welling up, and his voice became choked up.

"Thank you for supporting my dream with applause. If possible, I hope to accompany you to study, progress, grow and harvest together, do what you want to do, and spend every day happily and fulfillingly."