Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 717: Four Shadows of Rose (4)

Wen Zhixia took a half step back, but raised her head stubbornly: "What's wrong? It's not the time for you to ask me if my fans have seen my sister."

The comic strip she serialized on a certain website during her freshman year became popular.

He is now a comic book author with some fame.

Only her brother.

He also disciplined her like a child.

The air suddenly solidified.

"go out."

These two words sounded as light as a sigh, but they made Wen Zhixia's eyes red instantly.

Although she was afraid, she still wanted to vent her anger: "If you want to get out, then get out! I won't tell you until you find my sister's whereabouts! Let's see how you explain it to my parents! Humph!"

Click.

The sound of the door lock snapping awakened Wen Jingheng from his trance.

He lowered his eyes to look at his right hand, where there was still a tidal stain on the base of his hand.

Just like the warmth left by that ridiculous kiss.

His fingertips unconsciously brushed the corners of his lips, where the sweet scent of orange candy seemed to still linger.

Does she know what she is doing?

"...nonsense."

His fist hit the mattress with a dull thud.

After he fell unconscious, had she seen who was under the mask, or...did she just not care?

Four years.

She learned to disguise herself with a mask, learned to hide herself in the club, and learned to... kiss strangers casually?

Who taught me this?...

"Click."

Luo Ying came in with a new bandage and saw Wen Jingheng staring at his palm in a daze.

There lay a blood-stained blue diamond bracelet, reflecting an eerie glow under the light.

"Sir," Luo Ying put the bandage on the bedside, lowering his voice, "Lin Wanwan has been rescued. If she wakes up and tells Butterfly..."

She lightly stroked her neck with her fingertips.

"No need... the butterfly has already been found."

"Su Yutang."

Three days later, Ning City Gymnasium.

In the backstage of the crowded venue, Sang Wan grabbed Song Yuesheng's wrist and walked through the corridor filled with staff.

“Brother Chi!” Sang Wan poked his head out of the dressing room and waved the VIP pass in his hand with a smile, “I brought my friend here to thank you for the ticket!”

Ruan Weichi was sitting in front of the makeup mirror, letting the stylist do her hair with her eyes closed. When she heard the voice, she lazily raised her eyelids.

The mirror reflected the woman standing behind Sang Wan.

A black mask covered half of her face, her long brown hair was slightly curled, and a pair of cold eyes looked over indifferently.

A playful smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Xiqi, when did you two become friends?"

He stood up, walked over slowly, and lifted a strand of hair by Song Yuesheng's ear with his fingertips. "Didn't Miss Su say last time that if you come to my concert again, you'll be a dog?"

Song Yuesheng didn't move.

Ruan Weichi laughed softly, his fingers slid down her hair, pretending to touch her mask: "Let me see, which puppy is it——"

"Click."

His wrist was suddenly clamped.

Song Yuesheng's voice was slightly hoarse from the cold through the mask: "If you didn't have a concert later, you should have been sent to the hospital right now."

Ruan Weichi's expression suddenly changed.

This voice is not Su Yutang.

He pulled his hand back abruptly and took a half step back: "Sorry, sorry, I recognized the wrong person."

Ruan Weichi reflexively put on a business-like smile, and the frivolousness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows instantly disappeared.

The agent interrupted at the right time and handed over a bottle of water to smooth things over: "Little girl, what happened just now..."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Song Yuesheng said with a smile, "After all, you were the ones who gave me preferential treatment and gave me the VIP ticket first. Let's go, Sang Wan."

"Wait, I'm really sorry about that."

Ruan Weichi took out a few autographed photos from the dressing table and looked at Song Yuesheng, "How about I give you a few autographed photos? What's your name?"

He took it for granted that Sang Wan’s friends, who came to the concert, must also be his fans.

In order to maintain fan loyalty, some things must be done.

"Song Yuesheng."

The lights in the dressing room suddenly became blindingly bright.

The pen slipped from his fingers, and the tip of the pen left a stain of ink on the photo.

Ruan Weichi's expression changed several times, from shock to panic, and finally settled on an expression of near panic.

He looked at Song Yuesheng, "I just..."

Song Yuesheng suddenly interrupted him: "Don't apologize anymore."

She pushed open the door, her silhouette blurred in the backlight.

"I just said that if you give me preferential treatment, I won't mind what happened just now. Let's go, Sang Wan, we have disturbed you long enough."

Sang Wan looked at Ruan Weichi who was frozen in place with doubt, and finally just waved his hand: "Come on, Brother Chi!"

The moment the door closed, the agent's nagging came flooding in like a tide.

"I've told you so many times to be careful with Miss Su, but you just won't listen."

"Luckily it was Sang Wan's friend who was reasonable. If it was someone else, you would be drowned in spit from marketing accounts tonight."

"But...the girl who didn't speak just now did look a bit like Miss Su."

"Don't be so impulsive next time... No, you must keep your distance from Miss Su!"

Ruan Weichi didn't hear a word he said.

Messed up.

He had thought of many possibilities of meeting again.

But none of them were as messed up as the one just now.

Those fabricated rumors that were mutually beneficial to Su Yutang happened to come true in front of her.

The stage manager's urging voice came.

He adjusted his mood and then adjusted his earphones.

Four years ago it was already too late.

This time, he won't be late again.

**

Halfway through the concert, the stage lights suddenly dimmed amid the deafening music.

Ruan Weichi sat on the edge of the lift. The paint on his old guitar glowed with a warm luster under the spotlight, as if it had been rubbed thousands of times.

"Today." He plucked the strings lightly with his fingertips, and the ending trembled imperceptibly, "someone very important to me came."

Sweat slid down his Adam's apple into his collar, forming a small puddle at his collarbone.

"I want to sing the following song to her."

The screams swept in like a tsunami.

The big screen suddenly cut to the VIP area. Su Yutang was looking down to adjust her skirt. The pearl earrings faintly visible between her flaxen brown curly hair reflected a cold light.

"It's Miss Su!"

"You dare to say you're just friends after being photographed so many times late at night?"

"This look is definitely real!"

“It actually came true!”

……

Su Yutang frowned.

What does he want to do today?

She didn't believe that Ruan Weichi had succumbed to the flirting.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have suddenly taken off her mask out of anger three days ago, almost affecting her plan.

"Please don't misunderstand me." Ruan Weichi suddenly chuckled, with his fingers on his lips, "Miss Su and I..."

He paused, his eyes sweeping over a figure.

"only friends."

There was an uproar.

The musical prelude sounded, a song that had never been sung publicly.

"It's actually Negative! The girl that Brother Chi has had a crush on for ten years is definitely here! She's even in our VIP seats!"

When Sang Wan heard the prelude, he began to look around for someone.

Seeing her friend's lack of interest, she whispered, "Xiao Yue, aren't you curious?"

"Not curious."

Song Yuesheng glanced at Ruan Weichi, who was on the stage like a peacock with its tail spread out, and once again felt the difference between different worlds.

If this were the real world, based on what he just said, if his fans didn't criticize him enough to make him quit the circle, she would not have the surname Song.

joke.

Is your own concert a place for romance?

Song Yuesheng closed his eyes and said, "Sang Wan, I'm going to sleep for a while. Call me when you're done."

Sang Wan was stunned.

Oops.

I forgot that Xiaoyue has the habit of listening to music before sleeping.

It was really hard for her to last for more than an hour while catching a cold.

Sang Wan looked around nervously, afraid that some fans would notice the sleepy audience member in the VIP area.

She gently tugged at Song Yuesheng's sleeve: "Xiaoyue, how about we leave first? You haven't recovered from your cold yet."

Song Yuesheng half closed his eyes and said in a nasal voice: "Don't you want to listen to the end?"

"No concert is as important as you."

Sang Wan grabbed her bag decisively, and caught a glimpse of several nearby prostitutes giving her inquiring looks.

On the stage, Ruan Weichi's voice suddenly choked up:

"When all colors lose their names

Only the outline is left, projected alone."

His eyes were accurately fixed on the figure that stood up and left.

The hand playing the guitar paused.

The strings were silent for a beat.

After everyone reacted, he continued to play and sing, his voice getting louder and louder, as if he wanted to question the shadow.

Did you reject it?

why?

The audience was absorbed in the emotional performance, with only the fans in the front row looking at each other in bewilderment.

This is not like the usual Ruan Weichi at all, it's more like... he is venting something.

Su Yutang also noticed something was wrong.

She followed his gaze.

I saw Sang Wan supporting a woman walking towards the exit.

There was only one brown-haired woman in the entire Ning City who was closest to her.

——Song Yuesheng!

This woman left, why did she come back?

When did you come back?

There was no point in coming back, she couldn't break the existing situation.

But when I turned around.

She found that Yan Sui, who was sitting next to her, had left at some point.