Beijing, Yangcheng, Chang'an, as long as Yan Fuguang appears in the place, there are as many people as the temple fair.

Fans who really can't go are also feasting their eyes during this time, and there are Reuters from various angles to watch every day.

Although the photos of passers-by are not as detailed as those of high-definition cameras, Yan Fuguang in their lenses is more vivid and real.

The most out of the circle is the footage of Yan Fuguang waiting for the scene recorded by a fan when he was in Yangcheng.

The pop-up store in Yangcheng is built on the fountain square of a large local shopping mall, and the temperature in Yangcheng is suitable and it is an open-air place, so the light is particularly good.

Yan Fuguang wore a ginger slim-fitting dress that day, with narrow shoulder straps and a square neckline, and a knee-length skirt.

The close-fitting cut makes Yan Fuguang's good figure as beautiful as a work of art, and she stands there with a long body, even if the eyes of the audience are focused on her, she is still so calm and calm.

Not far behind her is the audience, although there is a fence and security, but the distance is really close, about a little more than a meter.

In this kind of crowded place, the people who can seize this kind of excellent viewing position must be fans, although they can only see Yan Fuguang's back, but there are still many people who are so excited that they want to cry.

A girl couldn't hold back and shouted Yan Fuguang's name with a crying voice.

Although it was noisy all around and there was a host talking not far away, Yan Fuguang still heard her voice.

Yan Fuguang's action of turning back immediately caused a burst of exclamations, and the onlookers behind the railing jumped and shouted, all wanting Yan Fuguang to notice him.

The girl too, waving frantically while wiping her tears, couldn't stop being hit on the head by someone behind her.

Yan Fuguang smiled at her and said "pay attention to safety" silently, but she didn't know that such an action made the girl cry even more fiercely.

Jiang Muyan covered his mouth, tears flowing.

She and Yan Fuguang are not strangers without origin, she has liked Yan Fuguang for a long time, and she has wanted to thank her for a long time.

She just graduated from high school three years ago, and other classmates could play with her, but she couldn't because her sister was sick.

Jiang Muyan's sister is four years younger than her, and although the sisters frolic and quarrel every day, they have a good relationship.

One day, my sister suddenly began to shout that she was dizzy and had a headache, and the family thought that she was about to enter the third year of junior high school, and she was tired of studying to make excuses.

Later, it was like this for several days, and my sister always said that she was nauseous and wanted to vomit, and her temper became very bad.

The parents finally realized that the child was really sick.

No one thought that a teenager would have any serious illness, and they all thought it was an ordinary headache and brain fever.

But the results of the examination left the whole family dumbfounded.

Glioma!

Jiang Muyan never thought that her sister would have physical problems, how could a lively and lovely little girl say that she was sick when she was sick?

She didn't know what glioma was, but as long as she got the word "tumor", the horror would increase tenfold and hundredfold.

When the doctor told her parents, Jiang Muyan was with her sister outside the door, but she secretly checked the Internet after she went back.

"Accounts for about 70% of all primary malignancies of the central nervous system......"

The first sentence at the beginning made Jiang Muyan feel like he was struck by lightning.

Tumor, or malignant, even if she doesn't understand medical knowledge at all, she knows what this sentence means.

She didn't understand how her sister, who had few colds and fevers in Dalian since she was a child, suddenly had a malignant tumor and still grew it in her head.

The family hid from their sister and didn't want the child to bear so much pressure, but Jiang Muyan had seen her mother hiding in the room crying more than once.

Although the doctor said that it should be a low-grade glioma at present, the prognosis is relatively good if it is treated early.

However, conservative treatment cannot guarantee the efficacy, if the surgical treatment is a craniotomy, it is not a minor operation in any case, and the most important thing is that there is no guarantee that the disease will not recur in the future.

Throughout the summer vacation, there was a deliberately cheerful atmosphere in the home, and parents were running around to connect their children with the best hospitals, and Jiang Muyan had only one task, to make her sister as happy as possible.

That summer, Jiang Muyan watched a lot of dramas she wanted to watch with her sister at home, and accompanied her to chase variety shows.

During that time, "Survival on a Desert Island" was on the air, and it was from that time that the sisters knew Yan Fuguang.

Because my sister is often dizzy, she can't watch those cool blockbuster special effects, and she can't stand the dazzling visual effects of stage shows.

Especially in Yan Fuguang's live broadcast room, the beautiful scenery, the beauty, and the voice of the voice are so pleasant, no matter when you watch it, you feel comfortable.

In the next few days, the family even connected Yan Fuguang's live broadcast around the clock, sometimes my sister was really dizzy and didn't want to look at the screen, listening to Yan Fuguang's voice, closing her eyes and recuperating, she could sleep more peacefully than before.

The two songs that Yan Fuguang sang in the show had not yet released a single at that time, and Jiang Muyan deliberately copied the audio because his sister liked to listen to it very much.

The economic conditions of the Jiang family are not bad, and there is no problem of looking down on the doctor, but the decision to open the craniotomy is too difficult, and the parents decided to treat conservatively first to see the effect after discussing with the doctor.

After another half a year, my sister received radiotherapy and chemotherapy, and the original seaweed-like length was all shaved.

However, the treatment effect was not satisfactory, the tumor did not shrink as everyone expected, on the contrary, she had more headaches and dizziness than before.

Even if the doctors don't say it, they know that conservative treatment is not effective, and there is only one way in front of my sister, surgery.

After being sick for more than half a year, my sister must know her physical condition, she accepted the fact very calmly, she is not a five or six-year-old child, and she knows that crying and making trouble will not solve the problem.

Her parents contacted a hospital in Beijing for her sister, and in the summer of the second year after her diagnosis, her sister finally had to undergo surgery.

Everyone is worried, but everyone has to pretend that they are in a good state of mind, although my sister didn't say it, but every time Jiang Muyan saw her confused eyes looking out of the window, her heart hurt so much.

During that time, Jiang Muyan was under a lot of pressure.

She is just a little girl under twenty, and she is worried every day, and maybe one day when she opens her eyes, her sister is suddenly gone.

Jiang Muyan knew for the first time that it would be so painful to face the impermanence of life.

My sister is going to have surgery next week, Jiang Muyan is with her in the hospital almost every day, no one knows what the future holds, and the closer she gets to the surgery date, the more anxious she becomes.

She didn't know who to talk to, friends, classmates, there seemed to be no need to confide, no one could empathize with her, and some hardships were destined to be borne by herself.

Jiang Muyan slid unintentionally on her phone, but her eyes were not focused, in fact, she really wanted to find someone to talk about her fears.

Suddenly, she thought of a "tree hole" that would be the least likely to be unexpected.

Here she doesn't have to face the worried but powerless gazes of her friends, she doesn't put unnecessary pressure on her parents, maybe she doesn't respond, but here she can speak her mind.

Jiang Muyan's fingers stayed on Yan Fuguang's homepage, and the small words "private message" below jumped into his eyes.