Evening, streets.

Gu Meng wore a hat, large-rimmed glasses, and put his hands in his pockets, pacing slowly.

Compared with the Oriental people around him, his figure is particularly tall, and there are often three or two little girls together, surprised by something, so strong, a little familiar.

Gu Meng ignored the others, the high-concentration wine syrup was really good, and after drinking it, his brain was dizzy, and he felt like he wanted to sleep.

Walking out of the streets of Akasaka, it's getting dark!

He walked slowly in the direction of the hotel.

From Akasaka Street, turn left and pass Yoyogi Park to the Syryu Hotel.

"Wait a minute!"

Before he walked out of the bar street, there was a greeting from behind him, in Chinese, with a little Wanwan accent.

Gentle, sweet, tactful

Very beautiful sound

For the sake of this moving voice, as well as his compatriots, he was willing to stop.

Turn around

A lady who also wore a peaked cap, big glasses, and an extra mask, she was plump, slightly chubby, with a kind of marshmallow softness, slightly revealing fair skin, and her figure was as sweet and smelly as her voice.

The lady walked a little faster, gasping slightly.

Waiting for him to stop, she slowed down, clutching her chest and gasping deeply.

She wears a cheongsam-style skirt, dresses dignifiedly, and has an elegant temperament, which is obviously different from the girls on the street.

Gu Meng was a little curious, what did this lady with a good temperament want to do?

"Hello, is there something wrong?"

"Are you Gu Meng, from Huaxia?"

The girl stared at him for a moment and asked.

Her voice was nice and familiar.

Gu Meng wanted to hear a few more words, and said with a smile: "How do you know?"

The lady smiled slightly, her face under the mask was slightly stretched, and her temperament was more gentle.

"There are really not many yellow people in this world who are as tall and strong as you, plus you speak Chinese!"

Gu Meng nodded and praised: "Madam, your vision is really accurate, I am Gu Meng, from Huaxia"

"Haha!"

The lady smiled lightly, she wouldn't tell Gu Meng that she was also in the izakaya just now.

"Gu Meng, I have never been to the mainland, I am very curious about the mainland, can you tell me about it?"

"Okay!"

Gu Meng looked around, there were bars, dance halls, and roast bird houses.

"Why don't you talk as you go, it's Yoyogi in front of you, just in time!" the lady suggested.

"Yes!"

The two walked slowly, turning from Akasaka Street to Yoyogi, on the lawn of the park, and the two paced slowly.

Gu Meng talked about some domestic things, the recovering economy, flying poetry, youthful and romantic literature, and the increasingly open political situation, everything is thriving.

Material abundance makes everything irretrievably vulgar.

Gu Meng said for a long time, from the setting sun to the starry sky with stars.

The street lights in the park are lit up one after another.

The people gradually dispersed

Leave empty lawns and wooden chairs.

There is also the Air Force training ground in the middle.

Nearby, a few fireflies disappeared into the beech forest.

When the fireflies disappeared, the lady took a breath and asked a little dissatisfied: "Gu Meng, after talking for so long, you don't wonder who I am at all?"

"Haha, of course I know who you are"

"You know?!"

The lady was a little surprised.

Gu Meng smiled lightly, "If I'm not mistaken, you are an Asian superstar, the perfect goddess in the hearts of countless men, and the beautiful and sweet Ms. Teresa Teng, right?"

"How do you tell?"

The lady took off her mask, revealing a round and gentle face, and sure enough, it was Teresa Teng.

Gu Meng took a slight breath, and his heartbeat beat involuntarily faster, this is Teresa Teng.

If it is said, the music of Princess Cui Jian, Princess Zhou Tianwang has influenced China for ten years.

Teresa Teng's songs have influenced three and a half generations, 70, 80, 90, and even 00

And her influence is not only domestic, but also across the Taiwan Strait, Korea, East and Southeast Asia.

Li Zongsheng said that many people in the entertainment industry are 'miracles', but only Teresa Teng can be called a 'legend'

After her, there is no one person who can dominate the musical aesthetics of the three regions and even the whole of Southeast Asia.

Come face-to-face with a living legend and breathe inaudible.

Old man Gu, who was over half a hundred years old, was a little distracted.

"Gu Meng, what are you looking at?"

Teresa Teng shook her hand, and there was a mischievous smile in her eyes, "Am I very beautiful, I amaze you?"

"Haha"

Looking at her somewhat plump cheeks and marshmallow-like smile, Gu Meng rubbed his fingers, and there was an urge to pinch it.

"What are you laughing at?"

Teresa Teng was a little annoyed.

Ordinary people will definitely lose their temper when they suddenly see themselves, covering their mouths and laughing, yelling, and even jumping up and down in a gaffe.

Why is he so calm and laughing so carelessly?

It's a bit annoying!

Teresa Teng wanted to knock him on the head with a small bag to let him know that this goddess is not only sweet, but also ruthless.

"Tell me, I'm wearing a hat and a mask, it's dark and it's dark, how do you recognize me?"

Seeing that she was a little angry, the small bag in her hand was clenched, Gu Meng smiled: "It's very simple, there are not many people in this world who have such a good voice as you, and..."

"What?"

"I said that Sister Jun is not allowed to blame!"

Hearing him call her sister, Teresa Teng smiled slightly, and the annoyance in her heart was a little less.

"Gu Meng, I definitely don't blame you for this sister. ”

Gu Meng hesitated, pointed to her cheek, and said with a smile, "In the entertainment industry... There aren't many people with such a big and round face as you!"

“... What do you say?!"

The goddess was stunned for a moment, everyone said that Teresa Teng was beautiful and beautiful, but you actually said that my face was big and round.

The annoyance in her heart suddenly doubled, and she gasped fiercely.

Today, I must teach this little brother who can't speak a lesson.

"Sister Jun, you said you weren't angry?"

"You call me sister, can't my sister teach my brother?"

Auto-gearing, the face is really big!

Whew

Gu Meng was waiting to be beaten, and suddenly heard the sound of breathing around him become different.

Very rapid, accompanied by wheezing.

"What's wrong with Sister Jun?"

I saw Teresa Teng's face pale, clutching her chest, and having difficulty breathing.

"Ahem, I... I'm an asthma offender, and I have a respirator in my bag."

Asthma?

Gu Meng has heard that in the second half of 86, Teresa Teng suffered from pneumonia once, and since then she has not been well, due to many concerts in a row, which has evolved into asthma, her body is getting worse, and it hurts when she sings hard.

After 87 years, in order to avoid the adverse effects of her singing career on her body, she gradually faded out of the public eye.

In addition to releasing album works and attending public welfare and charity performances, the promotion of works and commercial performance activities were stopped, and the semi-secluded state was presented.

Now is the time for her to retire.

I remember that in the future, Teresa Teng died because of an asthma attack, and the treatment was not timely.

Gu Meng's heart was anxious.

It shouldn't have been a joke just now.

He helped Deng Lijun and shouted: "Come over and help!"

I looked through it, Teresa Teng's small bag, cosmetics, wallets, keys, tissues... There is no respirator, that thing Gu Meng knows.

"Sister Jun, there is no respirator... Forget it, go to the park and look for a car, be sure to stop one"

"Yes!"

He ran out of the park with Teresa Teng in his arms.

on the street, on the rent.

Unfortunately, it happened to be the evening rush hour after work.

The taxi was stuck in traffic on the overpass, grinding and moving.

"Ahem..."

Teresa Teng's breathing became more and more rapid, accompanied by bursts of coughing.

Gu Meng only knew a little first aid measures, but unfortunately it had no effect.

She desperately needs oxygen!

What to do?

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230. Don't you wonder who I am?