Thinking of seeing Song Shengsheng was originally just a matter of going to the cake shop for breakfast, but now it has become a big problem, and the complicated public relations matters involved are unimaginable to Lin Chen.

When he got off work, he and the convict sent Uncle Chen home by the way.

It was already evening, and the people in front of the small shop were almost gone.

The alley was quiet, Uncle Chen opened the roller shutter door, he was in a hurry when he left, 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 Chen Bo pushed it but did not accept it, and Xing Conglian had no choice but to help Chen Bo clean the shop.

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

This is a very rare scene, the torturer Lian rolled up his cuffs, revealing a white and powerful arm, and began to wipe the table and chair.

A corner of the house hung on the corner of the eaves and gradually went west, Lin Chen watched Xing Conglian doing the most ordinary labor under such a warm sunset, he drank the water on the table, and said to Uncle Chen: "Can I go and see the place where Song Shengsheng slept?" ”

"It's in the back, you can go by yourself." Chen Bo said.

The back kitchen was cleaner than expected, the utensils were neat, the countertop was bright, Lin Chen stroked the long table, imagining what Song Shengsheng would look like wiping every tile here.

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

But the cubicle was so small that it was almost impossible to fit into a bed, but luckily there was a window.

Lin Chen sat down on the bed.

The air smelled of very clean lemon dish soap, and he stroked the soft and clean bedding, if he had doubted whether Song Shengsheng really worked here, but when he sat in this cubicle, he was sure that Song Shengsheng had indeed stayed here.

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

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

He pillowed his head with one hand, and the other hand was leaning on the edge of the bed, quiet all around, the sound of water could be heard in the distance, and Lin Chen gradually closed his eyes.

It's not comfortable, but it's quiet enough, he only has to work in the back kitchen every day, and no one can disturb him except the sometimes chattering shopkeeper......

Lin Chen's thoughts gradually drifted far away, until the sound of a creaking knock on the door called him back.

"What, are you too tired?"

The convict stood at the door with a broom.

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

Probably seeing him half-starting in a strange posture, the torturer suddenly half-squatted down in front of him and asked, "Cramps?" ”

Lin Chen shook his head, sat up straight, then stared at his hand for a long time, and then said to Xing Conglian, "You go out of the door a little." ”

Torture Conglian didn't know why he withdrew from the door, Lin Chen squatted down, gently stroked the edge of the bed with his hand, and then, he paused suddenly, sure enough, the touch just now was not his illusion.

The room was dim, and as soon as he wanted to take out his mobile phone from his pocket, Xing Conglian had already turned on the mobile phone flashlight.

Through that bright light, Lin Chen clearly saw that there was a clear notch on the edge of the wooden bed where Song Shengsheng had slept on, and that notch was very profound, it looked like it was completely carved with his fingernails, and it would only form such a profound appearance after countless traces.

At this time, the torturer Lian also came over, and the two of them squatted in the narrow aisle, looking at the symbol carved by Song Shengsheng, and there was a creepy feeling, it was a-"&".

The symbol "&" logically indicates that the two are indispensable, and can also mean that one person and another person mean it, which is synonymous with and.

In order to figure out what this symbol means to Song Shengsheng, Lin Chen chose the fastest and easiest way, he asked Wang Dynasty to register a new account on Song Shengsheng's personal station "Bewithyou", and posted a help-seeking post - Newcomer Asking for Help with the Lid of the Pot & What is the stalk.

The theme post written by the dynasty is too poking at the two-dimensional brain-dead fans, and soon, many enthusiastic sisters have replied.

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

In the old house in Yanjia Lane, Wang Dynasty's hand slid over the mouse wheel: "Oh, it's really a terrier." ”

Lin Chen sat beside him, reading the replies carefully, and sure enough, this symbol has a lot of meaning to Song Shengsheng and his fans, rock musicians always invent something with special symbolic meaning, and this symbol is like this.

[The name of our website comes from this symbol.,Iwillbewithyouforever~]

Wang Dynasty continued to refresh the page, and a video appeared in the reply, and he clicked on it, and Song Sheng's panting voice came from the stereo.

It was on the grand concert stage, and Song Shengsheng sat cross-legged on the edge of the stage between a song.

That was Song Shengsheng was still very young, he had dyed silver hair, his hair was very wet with sweat, and he looked very tired, but he was still smiling, his eyebrows and eyes were shining, like the brightest star in the night sky.

The girls in the audience were screaming, shouting some slogans in unison.

"You say you'll always watch over me?"

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

The screams of the girls were even louder: "Yes! ”

They shouted excitedly.

The singer in the black leather coat tilted his head slightly, listening quietly to every word shouted by the girls.

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

The girls were provoked to scream again, and the bright smiles seemed to blend into the bright sea of lights in the background.

Song Shengsheng tilted his head to the outside of the stage, as if he heard something, and he raised the microphone to his ear again: "That's it, let's make an agreement." As he spoke, waving his arm, he drew a symbol in the void at random, "Because I am more powerful, every time you draw this symbol of yours, I will come to you and give you good luck and strength." ”

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

All the fans in the audience followed his movements.

Lin Chen couldn't help it, and also on the desk, drew a &.

The picture ends with Song Shengsheng's handsome figure when he stands up: "In English, it's Iwillbewithyouforever, so the following song is given to me who is so powerful." ”

Song Sheng burst out laughing.

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

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

If he didn't guess wrong, Mu Zhuo should have drawn this & .

Therefore, if this is not Song Shengsheng's creation of another sect that even Mu Zhuo is willing to join.

So, Lin Chen thought, Song Shengsheng, even the people who hate you, frame you, and beat you into the abyss of no return, are still trying to continuously draw powerful energy from you, so ah, what kind of person are you?

Finally, Wang Chao asked, "Brother Ah Chen, so what does the symbol next to Song Shengsheng's bed mean?" ”

"I'm afraid, he wants to remind himself to persevere for the sake of the people who once loved him."

Lin Chen sat on the water's edge, looked up at the stars outside the window, and said.

In the two days since then, he has been watching Song Shengsheng's interview video, and he also entrusted Wang Chaotong Guò to get a large number of concert Blu-rays through a special way.

When he had free time, he sat on the balcony by the river, watching Song Sheng sing over and over again, and seeing the starry sky from the setting sun.

However, in fact, he has very little free time in the past few days, and he and the criminal servant are extremely busy, after all, they have poked a huge basket, not only to accept questions from various departments, but also to write Xiaoshangao's case report, and even the matter of escorting Li Jingtian requires countless phone calls and written reports to complete.

It was only at a late hour that he and the Conglian were occasionally able to sit down face to face.

The convict took a cup of tea, put it down on the coffee table, and sat down across from him.

The sound of the water on a summer night is intoxicating.

Lin Chen took a sip of tea and found that today's drink had been replaced with chrysanthemum tea, he put down the cup and looked at the person sitting opposite.

Xing Conglian chuckled and said, "The grandparents on the other side asked me, did the dynasty finally dislike the songs sung by those slimy little girls and like men instead?" ”

Lin Chen lowered his voice and asked him, "How do you answer?" ”

"Oh, I said yes."

The convict replied as a matter of course.

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

"Thank you, Captain." Torture Conglian said so.

Lin Chen looked at the night when the river breeze blew across the faces of the people opposite, and drank half a cup of tea with a smile.

Xing Conglian put down the teacup, folded his legs, and asked, "Does Consultant Lin have any fan experience today?" ”

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

The torturer raised his eyebrows: "Are you empathetic?" ”

Lin Chen didn't expect him to say such a psychological term, and he was stunned for a while: "It can't be said to be empathy, because Song Shengsheng is really cute." ”

Although Song Shengsheng has been tough in the past two days and refuses to see him, Lin Chen even feels that he shouldn't bother him anymore, but it doesn't seem too much to look at the video materials. He said this, flipping the laptop in front of him over so that the prisoner could see it.

In the screen is the campus concert when Aino first met Song Shengsheng, which is very, very precious information, according to the elders of Song Shengsheng's personal station, it was found from the archives of Song Shengsheng High School with great effort.

Lin Chen turned up the volume, perhaps because the singing was too noisy, and the torture congregation covered his ears with a headache.

In the dark and yellowed picture, there is a teenager holding a guitar, the boy dyes the blonde hair of a standard bad student, wears a row of shiny earrings, he stands on the stage of the school gymnasium and sings loudly, he jumps around the stage with the guitar, he roars and shouts, looks arrogant, but laughs brightly.

At the end of the song, the teenager gasped on the stage, and he also flattered the female classmates in the audience.

The campus host in a suit also had a headache like a criminal servant, he walked up to the young man and handed the microphone a little: "Song Shengsheng, what do you think of your performance today?" ”

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

A few groups of girls screamed.

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

Song Shengsheng proudly gave the old man a middle finger at the judges, and then said: "So what, I don't sing and they listen, 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 the time, already knew how to release his charm.

Lin Chen pressed the pause button.

The convict cast an incredible glance at him: "So you like this?" ”

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

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

Lin Chen looked at the Torture Slave Company and said very seriously: "Captain Torture, you shouldn't be able to grab it, this has to be from the dynasty." ”

"So scary?"

Lin Chen opened Bewithyou's webpage and pointed to a thousand-story high-rise building for Xing Conglian to see: "There is relevant news that Song Shengsheng may hold a fan meeting that refuses the media to participate in the near future, as the first stop of his comeback, of course, this is just internal gossip, and it is even very likely that this fan meeting will not be announced to the public." ”

"Just for the sake of this news, fans are discussing so many buildings?"

"Of course not." Lin Chen pointed to another post with 3,000+ replies for Xing Conglian to see, "That's the building where the meeting is discussed, and this is the building where we are discussing how to grab tickets." ”

"What are you talking about?"

"It's not talking, it's arguing."

Lin Chen said helplessly: "Song Shengsheng's fans are quarreling with Aino's acting company, anyway, if Shengsheng really wants to hold a fan meeting, the way to grab tickets on the Internet is too unfair, maybe there will be people with ulterior motives to get in, and there are so many hardcore fans who have supported Shengsheng for more than ten years, it is not appropriate to look at it with those new fans, in short, they are arguing about these things, and later, what is the planning of the acting company put on a vest and said that everyone can rest assured, he said that what he wants to see is the person who has always supported him, Therefore, at that time, the method of online ticketing may not be adopted, and the admission tickets will be distributed directly by Shengsheng's personal station, post bar, and fans, in short, everyone will be satisfied. ”

"So in order to get the ticket, you have to ask the dynasty to fake the identity of a senior fan club member?" The criminal servant asked.

"Well, that's what he's supposed to do." Lin Chen said.

Xing Conglian suddenly asked: "But isn't the meeting still undecided?" ”

"Plan ahead."

"Wait, you're screaming now?"

"yes, Voice."

When he heard him say this, he reluctantly took a sip of tea: "I think your purpose of wanting to see Song Shengsheng now is not pure." ”

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

The waterside was gentle and the wind was pleasant, and the starry sky was pleasant, but when Lin Chen recalled the events of the next few days after a long time, he still felt very, very unreal.