Chapter 155: Four sounds 67

I wanted to see Song Shengsheng, who was originally just going to the bakery for breakfast, but now it has become a big problem. The complicated public relations issues involved are beyond the imagination of Lin Chen.
When he was off duty, he and Chen sent Chen Bo home from Lian Shun Road.
It was evening, and the people in front of the shop were almost scattered.
The alley was quiet, Chen Bo opened the shutter door, he was in a hurry, the tables and chairs were not wiped clean, and a pot of soybean milk in the shop had deteriorated.
Chen Conglian took out the money to compensate for the loss, but Chen Bo pushed it away. There was no way for Xunlian to help Chen Bo clean the shop.
Lin Chen wanted to help, but he was pressed on the chair.
This is a very rare scene. Punishment rolls up his cuffs, reveals a pair of fair and powerful arms, and starts to wipe the tables and chairs.
A corner of the house was hanging on the eaves and gradually went west. Lin Chen watched Xing Conglian doing the most ordinary labor in such warm sunset light. After drinking the water on the table, he said to Chen Bo: "I can Go and see where Song Shengsheng slept? "
"Just behind you, go alone." Chen Bo said.
The back kitchen is cleaner than expected, the utensils are neat, and the countertops are bright. Lin Chen touched the long platform and imagined that Song Shengsheng wiped every tile here.
There is a small room at the back of the kitchen, which is where Song Sheng lived for three months.
But the compartment was so small that it was almost impossible to settle down after laying down a bed, but fortunately there were windows.
Lin Chen sat down on the bed.
The air smelled of very clean lemon detergent. He stroked the soft and clean bedding. If he had previously doubted whether Song Shengsheng was actually working here, but when he was sitting in this cubicle, he was sure that Song Shengsheng was indeed in Stayed here.
When the sunset finally came down, he took off his shoes and lay down on the bed.
He is certainly not such a casual person on weekdays, but when he was sitting on the bed where Song Shengsheng had slept, he felt that he should lie down.
He rested his head with one hand, and slanted the other hand against the edge of the bed. He was quiet all around, the sound of water in the distance was heard, and Lin Chen gradually closed his eyes.
It's not comfortable enough, but it's quiet enough. He only needs to work in the back kitchen every day. No one can disturb him except the sometimes-talking owner, no one can disturb him ...
Lin Chen's thoughts drifted far away until he squeaked the door to call him back.
"Why, are you too tired?"
Xun Cong took the broom and stood at the door.
Lin Chen opened his eyes and held the bed to try to stand up, but suddenly he froze.
Probably when he saw that he started halfway in a weird posture, Xun Conglian suddenly crouched down in front of him and asked: "cramps?"
Lin Chen shook her head, sat upright, then stared at her hand for a long time, then said to Xun Conglian, "Go out of the door a little."
Xing Lian didn't know the reason, so he exited the door. Lin Chen squatted down and gently stroked the edge of the bed with his hands. Then, he paused. Sure enough, the touch just now was not his illusion.
The room was dark. He had just wanted to pull his mobile phone out of his pocket, and Xun Conglian had already turned on his mobile phone flashlight.
Through that bright light, Lin Chen saw very clearly that there was a clear nick on the edge of the wooden bed where Song Shengsheng had slept. The nick was very deep. It seemed to be completely carved with nails. Only after countless traces Will form such a profound look.
At this time, Xun Lian came together. The two of them squatted in the narrow aisle and looked at the symbol carved by Song Shengsheng. There was a kind of creepy feeling. It was a "&".
The "&" symbol logically indicates that the two belong to an indispensable relationship, and can also mean the meaning of one person and another person, which is synonymous with and.
In order to find out what this symbol means to Song Shengsheng, Lin Chen chose the quickest and easiest way. He asked the dynasty to log in to Song Shengsheng's personal station "bewithyou" to register a new account and post a help post-Xinrending Pot lid for help & what the is it.
The theme post written by the dynasty was too poking second-order brain residual powder, and soon, many enthusiastic sisters responded.
In the living room, Mu Wenhua saw this question, smiled slightly, and posted a video.
In the old house of Yanjiaxiang, the dynasty's hand rolled over the mouse wheel: "Oh, it really is a stalk."
Lin Chen sat beside him, carefully reading those replies, and sure enough, the symbol & was of great significance to Song Shengsheng and his fans. Rock musicians always invented something with special symbolic meaning, and this symbol was so.
[The name of our website comes from this symbol, iwillbewithyouforever ~]
The dynasty continued to refresh the page, a video appeared in the post, he opened it, and Song Sheng's breathless voice came out from the stereo.
It was on the magnificent concert stage, and Song Shengsheng sat cross-legged on the edge of the stage between songs.
It was Song Shengsheng who was still very young. He was dyed with silver hair, his hair was wet with sweat, and he looked very tired, but he was still laughing, his eyes and eyes were shining, like the brightest star in the night sky.
The girls under the stage were screaming and shouting some slogans.
"You said to guard me forever?"
Song Shengsheng held the headset and held the microphone with a smile.
The screams of the girls were louder: "Yeah!"
They shouted excitedly.
The singer in black fur bowed her head slightly, listening quietly to every word the girls shouted.
After a long time, the surroundings gradually became quiet. He suddenly held the microphone and laughed: "Because I'm handsome, I'll protect you."
The girls were screamed again, and the bright smile seemed to blend into the bright sea of ​​lights in the background.
Song Sheng raised his head to the outside of the stage, as if he heard something wrong. He raised the microphone to his ear again: "Let ’s make an agreement." He said, waving his arm, and drawing a symbol in the void very randomly, "Because I am powerful, every time you draw your symbol, I will come to you and give you good luck and strength."
The young man on the stage smiled as bright as the sun, and his eyes were so firm and powerful that he could break all darkness.
All the fans in the audience followed his movements.
Lin Chen couldn't help but also drew a & on the desk.
The picture ends with Song Shengsheng's handsome appearance when he stands up: "In English, it will be iwillbewithyouforever, so the song below is for me so powerful."
Song laughed loudly.
The room was quiet for a long time after the end of this video.
Lin Chen remembered that during the rehearsal of the Strawberry Music Festival, Mu Zhuo was constantly drawing symbols when she was about to pull off the stage.
If he didn't guess wrong, Mu Zhuo should paint this &.
Therefore, if this is not what Song Shengsheng has engaged in, another sect even Mu Zhuo is willing to join.
Then, Lin Chen thought, Song Shengsheng, even those who remember to hate you, frame you, and plunge you into the abyss, are trying to continuously draw powerful energy from you, so, what kind of person are you?
Finally, the dynasty asked: "Brother Achen, so what exactly does the symbol beside Song Shengsheng's bed mean?"
"I'm afraid he wants to remind himself to stick to someone who once loved him."
Lin Chen sat on the water's shore, looking up at the sky and stars, said so.
In the two days since then, he has been watching Song Shengsheng's interview video, and he also commissioned the dynasty to obtain a large number of concert Blu-ray discs through special channels.
When he was free, he was sitting on the balcony by the river, watching Song Sheng singing over and over again, and seeing the stars from the setting sun.
However, in fact, he has very little free time these days. He and Xuncong are extremely busy. After all, they have saved the huge basket and not only have to accept questions from various departments, but also write a case report on Koyama Ko. Even the matter of escorting Li Jingtian required countless phone calls and written reports to complete.
It was only late that he and Xing Conglian could occasionally sit down face to face.
Xun Lian brought a cup of tea, laid it down on the coffee table, and sat opposite him.
The sound of water on summer nights is intoxicating.
Lin Chen drank tea and found that today's drink was replaced with chrysanthemum tea. He lowered his cup and looked at the man sitting opposite.
Xing Conglian smiled and said, "Grandpa and Grandma asked me, did the dynasty finally dislike the songs that the slimy girls sang instead of men?"
Lin Chen turned down the volume and asked him, "How do you answer?"
"Oh, I said yes."
Xun Lianlian took it for granted.
Lin Chen raised the tea cup, touched him lightly, and said, "Thank you Dynasty."
"Thank you Captain Xing." Xing Conglian said so.
Lin Chen looked at the night, and the river breeze brushed across the person's face, and drank half a cup of tea with a smile.
Xing Conglian put down his tea cup, his legs crossed, and asked, "Are there any fan tips for Counselor Lin today?"
"I like Song Shengsheng very much," Lin Chen said calmly.
Xing Conglian raised an eyebrow: "Are you empathizing?"
Lin Chen didn't expect that he actually said such a psychological term, and he held back for a while: "Can't say it is empathy, because Song Shengsheng is really cute."
Although Song Shengsheng had always been tough and refused to meet him for the past two days, Lin Chen even felt that he should not bother him any more, but it didn't seem too much to look at the video materials. He said this, flipping the laptop in front of him so that the sentence could be seen.
On the screen is the campus concert when Xiang Ye first saw Song Shengsheng. This is very precious information. According to the veteran of Song Shengsheng's personal station, it took them a lot of effort to find it from the archive of Song Shengsheng High School. of.
Lin Chen turned up the volume, perhaps because the song was too loud, and Xun Conglian covered his ears with a headache.
In the dark to yellow picture, a teenager is holding a guitar. The teenager is dyed with a standard bad student's blond hair and wears a row of shiny earrings. He stands on the stage of the school gym and sings loudly, playing the guitar. Jumping around on the stage, he growled and shouted, looking arrogant and arrogant, but smiling brilliantly.
At the end of the song, the teenager panted on the stage and flirted with the female classmates.
The campus host in a suit also had a headache like Xun Lianlian. He went to the teenager and passed the microphone a little: "Song Shengsheng, what do you think of yourself today?"
"What do you say?" Song Sheng raised the volume and asked the girls.
Several girls screamed.
"Looks like Song is very confident in himself, what if the judges didn't let you advance?"
Song Shengsheng proudly cocked the of the judges and then said, "So what? I don't sing. They listen, and they can understand me when they are beautiful."
He said, and continued to wink at the stage.
Song Shengsheng, who was only 16 years old at that time, already knew how to release his charm.
Lin Chen pressed the pause button.
Xun Lianren cast an incredible sight on him: "So you like this?"
"It's really cute." Lin Chen said with emotion.
"So if Song Shengsheng performs a concert, do I need to book tickets for consultant Lin?"
Lin Chen looked at Xing Conglian, and said very seriously, "Captain Xing, you shouldn't be able to grab it. This is the dynasty."
"So terrible?"
Lin Chen opened the bewithyou webpage and pointed to a thousand-story high-rise building to punish Conglianlian: "It is revealed that Song Shengsheng may soon hold a fan meeting that refuses to participate in the media as a first for comeback. Station, of course, this is only internal news. It is even possible that this fan meeting will not be announced. "
"Just for this news, fans are talking about so many floors?"
"Of course not." Lin Chen pointed to another post with 3,000 replies to Xun Lianlian. "That's the building where the meeting will be discussed. This is the building where we should discuss how to grab tickets."
"what's the topic?"
"Not talking, it's arguing."
Lin Chen said helplessly: "Song Shengsheng fans are arguing with Xiangye's performing arts company. Anyway, if the voice really wants to have a fan meeting, the way of online ticket grabbing is too unfair. Maybe there will be ulterior motives. People mixed in, and there are so many fans who have always supported the voice for more than ten years, it is not appropriate to grab the new fans, anyway, they are arguing about these things. Later, the show company planned a vest and said Rest assured, he said that what he wants to see is the people who have always supported him, so it may not use the way of invoicing on the Internet at that time, and the tickets will be distributed directly by the voice individual station, post, and fans. Make everyone happy. "
"So in order to get the ticket, we have to let the dynasty forge the identity of a senior fan club member?" Xun Conglian asked.
"Well, this is all he should do." Lin Chen said.
Suddenly Xunlian asked, "Isn't the visible face still open?"
"Be prepared."
"Wait, are you screaming now?"
"Yeah, sound."
After hearing this, Xing Conglian was helpless to drink a cup of tea: "I think the purpose you want to see Song Shengsheng is impure."
Lin Chen laughed: "I sincerely hope that he can stand on the stage again."
The waterside and the wind are smooth, the sky is pleasant, and when Lin Chen often remembers what happened in the next few days, he still feels very, very unreal.