Chapter 155 Four Tones 67 Symbols

Wanting to see Song Shengsheng, which was originally just going to the bakery for breakfast, has now become a huge problem, and the complicated public relations matters involved are beyond Lin Chen's imagination.

After get off work, he and Xing Conglian took Chen Bo home along the way.

It was already evening, and the people at the entrance of the shop had almost dispersed.

The alley was quiet, Uncle Chen opened the shutter door, he walked in a hurry, the tables and chairs were not wiped clean, and the pot of soy milk in the store had also deteriorated.

Xing Conglian took out money to compensate for the loss, but Uncle Chen refused to accept it. Xing Conglian had no choice but to help Uncle Chen clean the shop.

Lin Chen wanted to help, but was pressed on the chair by him.

This is a very rare scene. Xing Conglian rolled up his cuffs, revealing a strong white arm, and began to wipe the table and chairs.

The slanting sun outside the house hangs on the corner of the eaves and gradually goes west. Lin Chen watched Xing Conglian do the most ordinary labor under such warm sunset light. After drinking the water on the table, he said to Uncle Chen, "I can Would you like to see where Song Shengsheng slept?"

"Just behind, you can go by yourself." Uncle Chen said.

The back kitchen is cleaner than expected, the utensils are neat, and the countertop is bright. Lin Chen stroked the long table, imagining Song Shengsheng wiping every tile here.

There is a small room in the back kitchen, which should be where Song Shengsheng lived for three months.

But the compartment was so small that it was almost impossible to settle down with a bed, but fortunately there was a window.

Lin Chen sat down on the bed.

There was a very clean smell of lemon detergent in the air. He stroked the soft and clean bedding. If he had doubted whether Song Shengsheng was really working here, but when he sat in this small cubicle, he was sure that Song Shengsheng was indeed there. Been here.

When the sun finally set, he took off his shoes and lay down on the bed.

Of course he wasn't such a casual person on weekdays, but when he sat on the bed where Song Shengsheng had slept, he felt that he should lie down.

He rested his head on one hand, and the other hand was leaning on the edge of the bed. The surroundings were quiet, the sound of water could be heard in the distance, and Lin Chen gradually closed his eyes.

It's not comfortable enough, but it's quiet enough. He only needs to work in the back kitchen every day. Except for the sometimes chatty shopkeeper, no one can disturb him, no one can disturb him...

Lin Chen's thoughts gradually drifted far away, until the creaking door knocked him back.

"What, are you too tired?"

Xing Conglian was standing at the door with a broom.

Lin Chen opened his eyes, held the edge of the bed and wanted to stand up, but suddenly, he was stunned.

Probably seeing him in a strange posture, Xing Conglian suddenly squatted down in front of him and asked, "Have a cramp?"

Lin Chen shook his head, sat up straight, stared at his hand for a long time, and said to Xing Conglian, "Go outside the door a little."

Xing Conglian didn't know why he exited the door. Lin Chen crouched down and stroked the edge of the bed lightly with his hand. Then, he stopped abruptly. Sure enough, the feeling just now was not his illusion.

The room was dark, and just as he was about to take out his mobile phone from his pocket, Xing Conglian turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone.

Through that bright light, Lin Chen could clearly see that there was a clear nick on the edge of the wooden bed where Song Shengsheng had slept. It will be so profound.

At this time, Xing Conglian also came over. The two of them squatted in the narrow aisle, looking at the symbol inscribed by Song Shengsheng, there was a creepy feeling, it was a - "&".

The symbol "&" logically indicates that the two belong to an indispensable relationship. It can also indicate the meaning of one person and another person, and is synonymous with and.

In order to find out what this symbol means to Song Shengsheng, Lin Chen chose the quickest and easiest way. He asked Dynasty to register on Song Shengsheng's personal website "Be with you" to register a new account, and posted a post for help—— The newcomer asks for help & what is the stalk.

The topic post written by Dynasty was too poignant for 2D fans, and soon, many enthusiastic sisters responded.

In the living room, Mu Wenhua saw this question, smiled slightly, and posted a video.

In the old house in Yanjiaxiang, Chao Dynasty's hand slid over the mouse wheel: "Oh, it really is a stumbling block."

Lin Chen sat beside him and read the replies carefully. Sure enough, the & symbol has great meaning to Song Shengsheng and his fans. Rock musicians always invent something with special symbolic meaning, and this symbol is just like that.

【The name of our website comes from this symbol, I will be with you forever~】

Dynasty continued to refresh the page, a video appeared in the reply, he opened it, and Song Shengsheng's breathless voice came from the speaker.

It was on the grand concert stage, and Song Sheng sat cross-legged on the edge of the stage between songs.

It was Song Shengsheng who was still very young, his hair was dyed silver, and his hair was wet with sweat. He looked tired, but he was still smiling, his eyes were bright, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

The girls in the audience were screaming and shouting some slogans.

"You said you will always protect me?"

Song Shengsheng held down the headset and held the microphone with a smile.

The girls screamed louder: "Yes!"

They shouted excitedly.

The singer in the black leather coat tilted his head slightly and listened quietly to every word the girls shouted.

After a long while, the surroundings gradually became quiet, he suddenly held the microphone and laughed: "Because I'm more handsome, so I'll protect you."

The girls were teased and screamed again, and those bright smiles seemed to melt into the bright sea of ​​lights in the background.

Song Shengsheng turned his head to the outside of the stage, as if he heard something wrong. He raised the microphone to his ear again: "Well, let's make an agreement." "Because I am stronger, every time you draw this symbol, I will come to you and give you luck and strength."

The young man on the stage smiled so brightly, his eyes were so firm and powerful, as if he could shatter all darkness.

All the fans in the audience followed his movements.

Lin Chen couldn't help but also drew a & on the desk.

The picture ends with Song Shengsheng's handsome figure when he stands up: "In English, it means I will be with you forever, so the following song is for such a strong me."

Song Sheng laughed loudly.

The room was quiet for a long time after the video ended.

Lin Chen remembered that during the rehearsal of the Watermelon Music Festival, Mu Zhuo kept drawing symbols when he was almost out of strength on the stage.

If he guessed correctly, this is what Mu Zhuo painted.

So, if it wasn't that Song Shengsheng made another sect that even Mu Zhuo was willing to join.

So, Lin Chen thought, Song Shengsheng, even those who hated you, framed you, and plunged you into the abyss of eternal doom still try to continuously draw powerful energy from you, so, what kind of person are you?

Finally, Wang Chao asked, "Brother Achen, so what exactly does the symbol beside Song Shengsheng's bed mean?"

"I'm afraid, he wants to remind himself to persevere for those who once loved him."

Lin Chen sat by the water bank, looking up at the stars outside the window, and said this.

In the two days after that, he has been watching Song Shengsheng's interview videos, and he also entrusted Chao Dynasty to get a lot of concert Blu-ray discs through special means.

When he was free, he would sit on the balcony by the river, watch Song Sheng sing over and over again, and see the starry sky from the setting sun.

But in fact, he has very little free time these days. He and Xing Conglian are very busy. After all, they have stabbed a big basket. They not only have to accept questions from various departments, but also write Xiao Shangao's case report. Even the matter of escorting Li Jingtian required numerous phone calls and written reports.

It was only very late that he and Xing Conglian could occasionally sit down face to face.

Xing Conglian brought a cup of tea, put it down on the coffee table, and sat across from him.

The sound of water on a summer night is intoxicating.

Lin Chen took a sip of tea and found that today's drink was replaced with chrysanthemum tea. He put down the cup and looked at the man sitting opposite.

Xing Conglian smiled at him and said, "The grandparents asked me, did the dynasty finally dislike the songs sung by those sticky little girls and like men instead?"

Lin Chen lowered the volume and asked him, "How do you answer?"

"Oh, I said yes."

Xing Conglian replied as a matter of course.

Lin Chen raised the teacup, touched him lightly, and said, "Thank you Dynasty."

"Thank you, Captain Xing." Xing Conglian said.

Lin Chen looked at the night, the river wind swept across the face of the person opposite, and drank half a cup of tea with a smile.

Xing Conglian put down the teacup, crossed his legs, and asked, "Do you have any fan experience for Consultant Lin today?"

"I like Song Shengsheng very much." Lin Chen said calmly.

Xing Conglian raised his eyebrows: "Is this an empathy?"

Lin Chen didn't expect that he actually said such a professional term in psychology, and was stunned for a while: "It can't be called empathy, because Song Shengsheng is really cute."

Although Song Shengsheng had been tough for the past two days and refused to see him, Lin Chen even felt that he shouldn't bother him anymore, but it didn't seem too much to look at the video data. He said this, turning the laptop in front of him over so that Xing Conglian could see it.

On the screen is the campus concert when Aino saw Song Shengsheng for the first time. This is very, very precious information. According to the elders of Song Shengsheng's personal station, they took a lot of effort to find it in the archives of Song Shengsheng High School. of.

Lin Chen turned up the volume, perhaps because the singing was too loud, Xing Conglian covered his ears with a headache.

In the dark to yellow picture, a teenager is holding a guitar. The teenager is dyed the blonde hair of a standard bad student and wears a row of shiny earrings. He is standing on the stage of the school gym and singing loudly, playing the guitar Jumping around on the stage, he roared and shouted, looking arrogant and domineering, but smiling brilliantly.

At the end of the song, the teenager gasped heavily on the stage, and once again winked at the female classmates under the stage.

The campus host in a suit also had a headache like Xing Conglian. He walked over to the boy and handed over the microphone a little: "Song Shengsheng, how do you think you are doing today?"

"What do you think?" Song Shengsheng raised his voice and asked the girls in the audience.

Several groups of girls screamed.

"It seems that Song is very confident in himself, so what if the judges didn't let you advance?"

Song Shengsheng proudly raised his middle finger at the old men on the jury, and said, "So what, I don't sing and they listen to it, only those who are beautiful can understand the songs I sing."

As he spoke, he continued to wink at the audience.

Song Shengsheng, who was only 16 years old at that time, already knew how to release his charm.

Lin Chen pressed the pause button.

Xing Conglian cast an incredible look at him: "So you like this?"

"It's really cute." Lin Chen said with emotion.

"So, if Song Shengsheng has a concert, do you need me to book tickets for Consultant Lin?"

Lin Chen looked at Xing Conglian, and said seriously: "Captain Xing, you shouldn't be able to grab it, this has to come from the dynasty."

"So scary?"

Lin Chen opened the website of Be with you and pointed to a thousand-story high-rise building to Xing Congliankan: "Relevant news revealed that Song Shengsheng may hold a fan meeting in the near future that refuses the media to participate, as a way to make his comeback. The first stop, of course, this is only an internal gossip, and it is even very likely that this fan meeting will not be announced to the public."

"Just because of this news, fans are talking about so many buildings?"

"Of course not." Lin Chen pointed to another post with 3,000+ replies to Xing Congliankan, "That's the building where the meeting is discussed, this is the building where we discuss how to grab tickets."

"what's the topic?"

"It's not a chat, it's a quarrel."

Lin Chen said helplessly: "Song Shengsheng's fans are quarreling with Xiangye's performance company, anyway, if Shengsheng really wants to hold a fan meeting, the way to grab tickets online is too unfair, maybe there will be ulterior motives People got in, and there are so many die-hard fans who have been supporting Shengsheng for more than ten years. It’s inappropriate to compete with those new fans. In short, they are arguing about these things. Later, what plan did the entertainment company put on a vest and say let it go? Don't worry, he said that what he wants to see is the people who have always supported him, so he may not use the method of online invoicing at that time. The tickets will be distributed directly by the Shengsheng personal website, post bars, and fan clubs. Satisfy everyone."

"So in order to get tickets, you have to let Dynasty forge the identity of a senior fan club member?" Xing Conglian asked.

"Well, this is what he should do." Lin Chen said.

Xing Conglian suddenly asked: "Isn't it clear that the meeting has not yet been decided?"

"Be prepared for a rainy day."

"Wait, are you screaming now?"

"Yeah, sound."

Xing Conglian listened to him and took a sip of tea helplessly: "I think your purpose of wanting to see Song Shengsheng is not pure."

Lin Chen laughed: "I sincerely hope that he can stand on the stage again."

The waterside and the wind were pleasant and the starry sky was pleasant, but when Lin Chen often recalled what happened in the next few days after a long time, he still felt very, very unreal.