Foodies can't be broken

It was not until the middle of the night that Jiang He's fever gradually subsided, and the hanging bottle was also removed.

He was sweating non-stop that night, and his clothes were completely wet.

Fu Shanhai didn't close his eyes for a second, helped him wipe sweat and change clothes, and held Jiang He's hand when he was uncomfortable to prevent him from hurting himself.

It wasn't until dawn that Fu Shanhai was relieved to see that Jiang He's condition had stabilized.

He held Jiang He's hand, lay down on the edge of the bed, and fell asleep for a while.

……

When Jiang He woke up, the sun had already hit the bed.

The weather outside seems to be fine.

When he was drowsy, he vaguely felt that someone had been calling his name softly, wiping his sweat, and still holding his hand gently.

After waking up, Jiang He realized that this was not a hallucination.

Fu Shanhai was lying beside his pillow, with one hand on his shoulder as if he was afraid that the quilt would fall off.

Jiang He turned his head and looked at Fu Shanhai quietly.

Fu Shanhai obviously didn't close his eyes all night, his brows were tightly frowned, he was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, and his white shirt was inexplicably dirty and wrinkled.

Jiang He remembered that there were probably tears on it that he had dried up.

……

He stretched out his hand with difficulty and touched Fu Shanhai's cheek.

Fu Shanhai woke up almost instantly.

He subconsciously looked at Jiang He, and instantly blocked him with a hand.

Jiang He was taken aback.

Fu Shanhai was also taken aback for a moment, shook his head twice, and finally came to his senses.

"……woke up."

"Well," Jiang He's throat was dry and sore, and his speech was hoarse.

Hearing his voice, Fu Shanhai immediately stood up to get him a water glass.

This time he stood up abruptly, coupled with the exhaustion of the whole night, Fu Shanhai couldn't stand firmly in an instant.

Jiang He's eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand to pull him, but he couldn't hold Fu Shanhai.

Seeing Fu Shanhai slamming towards him, at the moment he was about to hit him, Fu Shanhai stretched out his hand and forcibly supported it with his arms.

The distance between the two was very close, and they looked at each other face to face.

Fu Shanhai's eyes were full of distress, and he looked at Jiang He for a long time before he lowered his head and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

……

Fu Shanhai stood up to get water, while Jiang He blushed and shrank into the quilt.

Seeing Fu Shanhai walking over with a cup, he shook his head.

Fu Shanhai frowned: "How dry are your lips? Why don't you drink water?"

"No..." Jiang He blushed even more.

The blushing was not only because of the kiss just now, but also a little... the swelling feeling in the lower abdomen that cannot be ignored.

After transfusing too much fluid, Jiang Heyi wanted to go to the toilet when he woke up.

But he was embarrassed to say it, and the corners of his eyes were watery.

Fu Shanhai became tense in an instant: "Where is it uncomfortable again?"

Jiang He shook his head, and finally whispered, "I... want to go to the toilet..."

……

Fu Shanhai was taken aback for a moment, then put down the water glass, and carefully picked up Jiang He.

Jiang He seemed to be lighter, and Fu Shanhai hardly took any effort to hold him.

He carried him to the bathroom of the ward, but Jiang He refused to say anything to Fu Shanhai to stay inside, and asked him to go out.

Fu Shanhai said worriedly: "How can this work, you can't even stand upright, I'll help you."

Jiang He blushed unreasonably, and kept pushing Fu Shanhai: "Don't...you go out..."

"Hey, I don't want to watch it," Fu Shanhai coaxed him.

Jiang He was even more ashamed and annoyed: "You... get out!"

……

Fu Shanhai could only let go.

Jiang He supported the sink, and walked inside with difficulty little by little.

Before taking two steps, his legs went limp, and he fell straight forward, almost reaching the pipe next to him.

Fu Shanhai caught him quickly.

No matter what Jiang He said this time, Fu Shanhai didn't leave and forced him to help him.

……

Jiang He was ashamed and angry, turned his face away when he came out of the bathroom, and refused to look at Fu Shanhai in anger.

Fu Shanhai put the cup in front of him: "I'll call the doctor."

Fearing that he would not drink water because of anger, Fu Shanhai consciously went out first.

……

Jiang He looked at the disappearing figure at the door, and then turned his head to look at the glass of hot water at the bedside.

Fu Shanhai obviously poured the water many times, and changed it when it was cold, so that he could drink hot water at a suitable temperature when he woke up.

Jiang He picked up the cup and took a few sips.

My throat felt much more comfortable, and my tense emotions eased a little.

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked out.

The weather was really good, a rare sunny day, but he fell ill and was forced to stay in the ward.

It delayed the progress of the concert and failed the expectations of many people.

This is all his own reasons.

Fu Shanhai...he must have been too worried yesterday.

Jiang He lowered his eyes in disappointment, blaming himself and feeling uncomfortable, after drinking the glass of water, he lay back on the bed quietly again.

……

When Fu Shanhai came back, he saw a small bulge in the quilt, and Jiang huddled inside, motionless.

Sensing keenly that he was depressed, Fu Shanhai approached and patted the little drum lightly.

"Jiang He?"

A low voice answered from under the quilt.

Fu Shanhai bent down and said softly, "Don't be angry, I'm going out for a while."

Jiang He was silent for a few seconds, poked his head out from under the quilt, and looked at him: "Where are you going?"

Fu Shanhai looked at the sick little poor boy with red face and eyes, huddled pitifully, looking at himself with moist eyes.

He was reluctant to leave for a moment.

Repeated self-hypnosis, Fu Shanhai stroked Jiang He's hair: "I'm going to the company to deal with some things, and I will be back as soon as possible."

Jiang He blinked twice and nodded slightly.

Fu Shanhai bowed his head and kissed the top of his hair: "Ring the bell for something, you know?"

"Ah."

Standing up, Fu Shanhai couldn't move.

He repeatedly confirmed that Jiang He's quilt was covered before he was willing to turn around.

Just two steps away, Fu Shanhai turned back again and poured another cup of hot water.

"Drink water in 10 minutes and I'll remind you."

……

Jiang He watched his movements quietly.

Fu Shanhai noticed Jiang He's gaze and looked at him.

Jiang He shrank into the quilt, and after a few seconds, he whispered: "I... am not angry."

Fu Shanhai's eyes lit up.

Jiang He said again: "You have to... come back early."

……

A smile bloomed on Fu Shanhai's face.

He strode over, fished Jiang He out of the quilt, and kissed him earnestly before letting go.

Jiang He blushed: "Be careful of infection."

"It's okay," Fu Shanhai said, "I will be very happy if I get infected by you."

……

Fu Shanhai did come back soon, and bought some fruit by the way.

Jiang He had no appetite to eat, so Fu Shanhai carefully peeled and cut the fruit into pieces, and fed him small pieces.

Jiang He feels like a child who has no ability to take care of himself and has been taken care of by Fu Shanhai.

He took the small fork from Fu Shanhai's hand by himself: "I will do it myself."

"Okay," Fu Shanhai held the plate, "tell me what you want to eat, don't think about anything now, get well first."

When this topic was mentioned, Jiang He couldn't help but asked again: "My throat..."

"Soon," Fu Shanhai patted him on the back, "Didn't he recover a lot today, and he will be fine in a few days."

"Well," Jiang He nodded, cheering himself up, "I want to get better soon!"

……

In the next few days, Fu Shanhai hardly left the ward.

He is busy with work, so he can only deal with it when Jiang He falls asleep.

Jiang He felt sorry for him and urged him to rest from time to time.

Sometimes I would drag him to sleep with him.

In this way, Jiang He's sleep time increased significantly.

Maybe it was because I was too short of sleep some time ago, but after making up for it, I recovered very quickly.

Seven days later, Jiang He was discharged from the hospital.

……

He went home and wanted to go to the dance room within a day, but was stopped by Fu Shanhai.

Not only that, but Fu Shanhai also asked Yushan to make a scientific and detailed schedule for Jiang He. When to practice and when to rest, it was well planned.

Fu Shanhai also asked Jing Huaimeng to help with the matters on the stage.

Trying to reduce the pressure brought Jiang He a lot of help.

At least the concert can be held as scheduled.

……

One month before the concert, the pre-sale officially opened.

The fans couldn't wait for the specific news of the concert, and they were anxiously scratching their heads, urging questions under the Shanhai Xingguang Weibo every day.

Now that I finally saw the pre-sale notice, I was all crazy with excitement.

The summer solstice is approaching: go! ! !Go for me! !

Moon: Hurry up, hurry up! !I want to grab five! ! !

Bei Qing: Ahhhhhh I want to buy a VIP infield!I want to sit in the first row!I want to meet my Jiang Jiang face to face!

……

However, although the fans shouted enthusiastically, whether the tickets for the concert will be sold out or not, everyone has no idea.

After all, this is the newcomer's first concert. Previously, electronic albums sold well, but electronic albums are cheap after all, not worth a cup of milk tea.

The cost of the concert is not small. It is still unknown whether everyone is willing to come and listen to Jiang He's singing.

Moreover, just the day before the date of Jiang He's concert, Lin Yu's first solo concert will also be held.

The venue he chose was smaller than that chosen by Jiang He, with fewer programs, and the overall scale was a little smaller.

In addition, the ticket price is not expensive, and the pre-sales are very good.

Within a week of Lin Yu's pre-sale, the tickets were basically sold out, which made him very proud.

After all, this kind of achievement is definitely considered very good.

The fact that the electronic album and song rankings were crushed by Jiang He before is not worth mentioning in comparison.

……

With Lin Yu in front of him for comparison, Jiang He couldn't help becoming nervous.

There are many places for his concerts, but the prices are not expensive.

Even doing it at a loss.

Even if it can't be sold out, more than half of it must be sold...

After all, this stage has been created with a lot of painstaking efforts. Everyone has worked hard for so long, just wanting to present the best stage to fans.

If the venue is empty at that time, Jiang He will feel uncomfortable thinking about it.

……

On the day the pre-sale started, Jiang Hewu stopped practicing, and stayed in front of the computer early, wanting to check the pre-sale situation.

Fu Shanhai stood beside him to comfort him.

"It will definitely be sold out."

Jiang He also nodded: "Well..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but squeeze Fu Shanhai's hand and looked at the screen nervously.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the pre-sale interface was officially opened.

Jiang He looked at the screen expectantly.

Only to find that... all the numbers have not been moved.

Regardless of whether it is the VIP area, ordinary audience seats or very cheap sidelines, the numbers are still the same as before.

Jiang He turned his head in a daze and looked at Fu Shanhai: "... none of them were sold, did they?"

"Impossible." Fu Shanhai stared at the screen, frowning, "Is the interface stuck? You can refresh it and see."

Jiang He hurriedly refreshed.

However... the interface is blank.

"..." Fu Shanhai couldn't laugh or cry, "Sure enough, the interface collapsed."

Jiang He was a little discouraged: "Maybe it really didn't sell out, everyone doesn't want to come to my concert..."

Fu Shanhai rubbed his hair: "I'll ask what's going on."

……

After a few minutes, Fu Shanhai hung up the phone with a strange expression on his face.

Jiang He asked, "How did you say that?"

Fu Shanhai had a half-smile expression on his face: "...the news came from the website that the backend temporarily crashed because the number of purchasers exceeded the website's capacity."

Jiang He's eyes widened in surprise: "Really? In other words, many people are paying attention!"

"That's right," Fu Shanhai refreshed the interface again, "Congratulations, you may sell this time..."

His voice faltered.

The interface is restored.

Jiang He hurriedly put his head together to look over.

Then he found out...

All the numbers on the interface became the same number.

0.

...the two were stunned at the same time.

After a few seconds, Jiang He found his voice.

"Is...sold out, or... stuck?"

Fu Shanhai smiled: "It's sold out, Miaokong."

……

Jiang He couldn't believe it: "There are so many people coming to my concert!"

"Yes," Fu Shanhai said in a slightly jealous tone, "My Jiang He is so popular."

As he spoke, he hugged Jiang He, bowed his head and kissed seriously.

Jiang He was hugged by him, kissed until he couldn't breathe, and with excitement, the roots of his ears were red.

Fu Shanhai let go, looked at Jiang He's wet eyes, and smiled with satisfaction: "Okay, the rent for this period of time has been paid back."

"Now, prepare well for the concert, let everyone see what an excellent singer we, Jiang He, are."

Jiang He nodded seriously.

"I'll surprise them all!"

……