"Didn't you just say that you wonder why my popularity is so high?" Ling Wenxuan asked.

"Well, it's weird, it shouldn't be to that extent." Even if the fat man doesn't watch the live broadcast of the music center, he still understands these basic things very clearly. There are no popular rookie singers, and their votes are generally only forty or fifty, and Ling Wenxuan's results are too incredible.

"That's their help." Ling Wenxuan explained, "Have you noticed that after I entered the music center, I began to hype my news, or scandals, or praises. I don't have popularity, and they relied on such hype to force me to achieve a 'fake popularity' vote. ”

Ling Wenxuan's expression was complicated, on the one hand, he thanked them for what they had done for him. But at the same time, because of this false popularity, I have a lot of mustard in my heart. When does he Ling Wenxuan need to rely on hype in music, his strength is the top in the music industry today, and he needs hype. It made him arrogant and dissatisfied, but he also knew that without such publicity, he would not have won the championship of the music center.

Ling Wenxuan's heart is very complicated, really complicated. How can a person who is extremely proud of his own strength not win the championship entirely because of his own strength. I even doubt my persistence all along, why did I practice singing and stage performance so hard?

Ling Wenxuan had a hint of self-deprecation in his words, and the fat man heard it clearly. He knew Ling Wenxuan's pride very well, a man who couldn't be overwhelmed by two years of hardship, and a man who was still like a sword was inevitably helpless in the face of such a thing.

"Wen Xuan, do you care?" The fat man was silent for a long time and spoke.

"......" Ling Wenxuan opened his mouth and couldn't say anything. Yes......

In front of outsiders, he always shows calmness, self-confidence, and a look that everyone can rely on. But in fact, he will also be confused, his heart is not as strong as everyone thinks. The fat man is his best friend for more than ten years, and he can reveal his mood without scruples in front of the fat man.

He couldn't say this to anyone, it was impossible for the Heavenly King Studio, and it wouldn't be chilling if they helped him so much. It's impossible for them to face their girlhood, they call themselves Oba, and he also thinks that he is their Oba, how can he tell his sister about his powerlessness. Oba should be the one who holds everything up, the one who listens to them, not the one who makes them see their own powerlessness.

Many of the others Ling Wenxuan knew were just people in the circle, the strongest Changmin, Han Geng, Chen Xiang, Zhang Yue, and Teacher He...... Ling Wenxuan couldn't talk to them. The only one who can talk to is the fat man, who has been his bosom friend for more than ten years. To himself it is possible to lay down all burdens, to put down the mask that is disguised in his face. The mask called "Dream Hope", the mask called "Oba", and the mask called "Omnipotent Ling Wenxuan".

Ling Wenxuan forgot when he put on these layers of masks, why he put them on, and how he put them on. Perhaps, it was passively worn......

Only in front of the fat man is the truest and most sincere self. The experience of the past two years cannot only bring him benefits, and there are many hidden and deep evils. Ling Wenxuan's heart was covered with layers of shackles, and those invisible shackles might not even be known to Ling Wenxuan himself.

The fat man knows Ling Wenxuan very well, and his friends for more than ten years are not for nothing. The fat man suddenly laughed: "Wen Xuan, what do you need to care about." Is the rating of the music center only supported by popularity? It's only 40 percent popularity, and the rest is your performance. Your strength accounts for the vast majority, and without your strength, no matter how popular you are, it will be difficult to win the championship. Think about it, what would happen if you had such a high popularity vote that day, but you didn't have the strength? Isn't it a failure yet. ”

"It's good that popularity is important, but isn't your strength important? Without the support of your strength, is this popularity still useful? Your strength is a container, and popularity is the water that is put into a container. If you don't have enough strength and the container isn't big enough, how much water can you hold in? It is precisely because of your high strength and large container that you can support your super popularity. Aren't the viewers who can vote for you vote for you because you have the strength? If you don't have the strength and people give up as soon as they hear your song, where will they vote for you. "The fat man's explanation is very vivid and a fact.

Ling Wenxuan's heart was relieved when he heard the fat man's words, the fat man was right, everything is in vain without strength. If you don't have the strength, what's the use of having those popularity? Moreover, it is precisely because of his strength that he is valued by Tianwang Studio, and he is so popular. This may be said to be a causal relationship.

Seeing Ling Wenxuan's gradually recovering smile, the fat man shook his head, Ling Wenxuan also had a vulnerable side. He's not as versatile as he appears in variety shows, he's not as perfect as he appears on stage, he's not as strong as he looks on the outside. It's just that his fragility can never be seen by outsiders, perhaps because no one has gone deep into his heart and can't see the weakness he should have.

……

The fat man and Ling Wenxuan used to go to the food stall to eat something, but today there is no more. After all, Ling Wenxuan's identity is different from the past, and going to the food stall is too eye-catching. It wouldn't be nice if people were watching. The two drove until midnight when the fat man sent Ling Wenxuan home, and he also left.

Ling Wenxuan fell asleep when he got home, very tired. He didn't have an itinerary tomorrow morning, because the recording of the "Star Games" was too tiring, and Ling Wenxuan had another accident. Jiang Meixian and Liao Kaixing discussed with everyone in the Heavenly King Studio to let Ling Wenxuan rest for half a day.

Although Ling Wenxuan slept a little when he returned to Changsha, he was still sleepy at the moment. Close your eyes and go to sleep immediately.

When Ling Wenxuan fell asleep, Charlotte was not sleepy at this moment. Because there was a man standing in front of her, Tana.

"Miss Charlotte, don't forget what the company explained before you came." Tana said coldly, "Do you know that your actions today almost violated ......"

Charlotte looked down at Tana and didn't listen to Tana's words, just muttered, "I just want to compete with her." ”

Tana frowned: "Yes, but in ...... It was absolutely not allowed before. ”

Charlotte didn't hear Tana in a daze, and Tana frowned deeply. This Charlotte ......

……

When Ling Wenxuan woke up, it was already dawn, and it was already half past seven when he saw the time. It was already very late for him, and the time to get up with Yuli yesterday for morning exercise was the most normal time.

Although it was late, Ling Wenxuan still insisted on washing up, went to run for half an hour, and came back from buying vegetables. After coming back, Ling Wenxuan regretted it greatly, and he wouldn't have gone if he had known about it. Just now he let a fan entangle, but he didn't expect to run into his own fan. Grabbed him and didn't let go, signed the girl's name and took a photo, and she followed her.

In the end, the security guard stopped her in front of the community, but this female fan hasn't given up yet, and she is still squatting outside. took her mobile phone and exposed Ling Wenxuan's address in Ling Wenxuan's official fan club.

It is estimated that Ling Wenxuan will not be at peace from today onwards. Every day you go for a run, you have to watch out for fan attacks...... Of course, Ling Wenxuan didn't care too much. He understands the behavior of fans, and it is a love for him.

Although Ling Wenxuan's popularity is not high, he still has fans. After all, people who like you don't like you because of your fame, they only like those who are famous, and they are not real fans. A true fan is someone who can accompany you through your highs and lows.

After cooking some porridge, Ling Wenxuan ate breakfast and was ready to start work. wrote the song, which was written when he and Liu Yifei recorded "Let's Get Married" last time. At that time, he wrote a short piece of lyrics and songs, and now he is ready to complete it.

But before that, pack up your room. I don't have time to clean up these days, so I cleaned up the room while I had time now.

Ling Wenxuan sorted out the previous things again, most of them were old things from the past. Among them, there was a diary that he had written before, Ling Wenxuan couldn't help but laugh, he had written a diary in the past two years, and he had forgotten it when he did. Flipping through the diary and looking at it, Ling Wenxuan couldn't help but laugh, the content at that time felt very interesting to read now.

After reading a few articles, Ling Wenxuan put them back and started to clean them up again.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, half a photo fell out of a diary. Ling Wenxuan was stunned for a moment when he saw the photo. This, this half of the photo...... Inside are two children, a boy and a woman, carved in pink and jade, extremely lovely. The two stood together and smiled particularly brightly. The view is a school-style building. However, the whole body is not visible, and the bottom half has been torn off.

Ling Wenxuan's expression was full of reminiscence: "Sister Xue......"

Ling Wenxuan sighed: "How long has it been, I miss you so much......"

A picture flashed in Ling Wenxuan's mind, a picture of a little boy being protected behind him by a little girl. The perseverance on the little girl's face was so impressive......

Silently packed up his things, Ling Wenxuan began to complete the lyrics and songs. However, at this time, Ling Wenxuan kept thinking of the photo just now, and his feelings couldn't be cast into it.

Ling Wenxuan's hand kept writing on the paper, and all he remembered in his mind was the little girl.

"Xuanxuan, follow my good sister, do you know?"

"Sister Xue, don't call me Xuanxuan."

"Just call it."

"Xuanxuan, remember, don't cry, even if you are seriously injured, you can't cry. You are the strongest. ”

"Xuanxuan, my sister will always be by your side."

"Xuanxuan, run, my sister is a girl, they don't dare to hit my sister, you run."

"Xuanxuan ......"

"Xuanxuan ......"

"Xuanxuan, are you leaving?" Why is the heart trembling at the memory of this sentence?

"Xuanxuan, do you really want to go? For the sake of music...... Sister understood. ”

"Xuanxuan, don't forget your sister. This half of the photo must be kept, my sister will come to you......"