Early spring, early April, 1998.

The last interview Ye Qing received before his death was in a narrow recording studio.

The gray cotton sofa full of age was placed face to face, and a strong light like a big pot was displayed on the top. Soon, the temperature in the recording studio was raised by several degrees, making it look extremely hot.

The floor is also gray, and there is no material, but it is smooth and reflective, which can vaguely reflect the reflection of the busy walking while shooting and recording by the director team next to him.

Now, I saw this video that the quality is rough and the tones are dark, but Ye Qing sat opposite the host, wearing a soft sweater, and her whole body was so quiet that she shone.

The eyebrows and eyes are like a landscape painting, with a few strokes lightly or lightly outlining, but they outline a kind of almost sharp sorrow.

The host was a face that Shao Si had never seen before. She had her thin curly hair and her legs in black bell-bottomed pants overlapped. She was only in her twenties, with a standard smile on her face. She looked forward and asked softly: "I want to ask, what do you think is the most important thing to you?"

Ye Qing first stared at a corner, and after a while, he moved his gaze to the host's face. His voice was very distinctive and he would never forget it after hearing it.

“…Love, freedom.”

“The air and space that publicly express one’s identity.”

...

After reading the entire interview, Shao Si pulled the progress bar back to that place and listened to his answer again.

I don't quite understand.

Love? Freedom? Both are easy to say, but what does the following sentence mean?

This interview video is not disclosed by the TV station. It was originally scheduled to be broadcast on Channel 12 at 8pm on April 13, but the night before, Ye Qing fell from a high building and died on the spot.

Police determined that z-i'sa.

Shao Si was sitting on the carpet at the bedroom door, leaning against the door panel, staring at other information in the email for a long time, his phone suddenly vibrated twice, and the sound weakened a lot under the action of the plush carpet. A text message was quietly lying in his inbox.

——I can only find so many, no matter how many I can’t find them. This video is just a gift I gave you. If you insist on checking it down, I can give you my senior brother’s number. He is much better than me, but the price is also relatively high.

At first glance, these words seem to be fine, but when you think about them carefully, it is not difficult to find the tricks.

Since there is nothing to check, why do you recommend his so-called senior brother?

Shao Si was too lazy to type and replied, so he called him directly. He then rang the "beep" twice before he could answer it. As usual, he used a voice changer. It sounded strange, like an old monster with a crane-haired and childlike face: "Hey, hello."

"..." Shao Si bent his legs and changed his posture, "Is there no other sound? This one is too ugly."

"Yes, you can wait."

After a while, Shao Si heard the audition with a stranger voice on the other side, and felt that he would give up on this person and asked directly: "You said there was nothing to check, and you also said you would give me your senior brother's number, so what's the problem in this matter?"

The opposite side was silent for two seconds.

"Actually there is no problem, but I found a small forum back then, and of course it has been closed. I found its backup record - after restoring it, I found something strange."

This small forum is a bit similar to the current Tianya, bringing together anonymous netizens, chatting about it every day, and the news inside is mixed.

"It's hard to say, I'll sort it out and send it to you tomorrow."

After saying that, it is convenient to hang up the phone.

Shao Si couldn't sleep at first, and on such nights, his emotions were easily fermented.

Countless speculation flashed through his mind for a moment, and in the end he couldn't catch any of them.

Shao Si didn't continue to force himself to do something that he couldn't figure out for the time being. He stood up with his arms, planning to go downstairs to have a drink to pass the time.

The hotel selected by Director Ou has very good protection measures and all kinds of facilities are also very complete.

It was already past two o'clock in the morning when Shao Si went downstairs, and most of the people had already fallen asleep, and there were not even many waiters in the restaurant downstairs.

He originally wanted to go directly to the bar to get the wine, but when he walked back after the wine, he walked halfway and stopped in front of a black piano in the center of the restaurant.

In fact, when Shao Si first debuted, the company formed an idol group for them, which was a trial operation. It was to let a few of them imitate the Bang Guotian Group and sing and dance, and show their faces and attract fans on variety shows.

Although no one mentioned this 'B17' that had no presence later, even now I think it's very good.

They were in groups of seventeen, and they only released an album once, held a few fan meetings, and attended two variety shows. Before the audience could even recognize their faces, they were forced to disband by the company.

...

Shao Si’s singing is not very good, but fortunately, the five tones are all in tune, and the tone is OK, but there is no emotion to express.

He couldn't sing the bitter song or hum rap, so he made him bark on the stage with great enthusiasm... It would be better to ask him to die.

Shao Si was a bit more unique in B17. Most of the others closed their eyes, put their hands on their chests and grabbed their clothes, singing with deep pain, and opened their eyes from time to time to give the camera a cold and handsome look. However, Shao Si stood there alone without even curling the corners of his mouth.

Although he sings without emotion, he practiced piano since childhood.

Thinking of the past, Shao Si put the glass of wine aside, stood by the piano, knocked on a few notes to practice, and then sat down and played the original title song "The Stars" that was so stupid.

The brisk and sad melody slowly swayed in the empty restaurant.

"I want to give you a bunch of stars, snuggle in your ears and tell me love you, but why did you choose to go far and leave me alone here..."

...

Gu Yanzhou would walk into the restaurant, which was completely unexpected. He was just going to the gym to get things, and stayed in the gym for a while in the evening, but now he found that he accidentally left the copy of the script in the locker room.

However, when I passed by the restaurant, I heard some sound coming from it.

Shao Si's fingers were thin and long, and he danced slowly on the keys. He closed his eyes, probably because he had already taken a shower and was about to go to bed, so he tied the bangs on his forehead with small rubber bands, and raised them high to reveal his entire forehead. He was wearing a loose black sweater, which made his skin look particularly white. The chandelier above his head was illuminated and gently crossed him with a layer of edge.

Gu Yanzhou always knew that Shi Shao was very foul, and his whole body was filled with the chill of being uninvited. When he didn't speak, he had a strong aura, nearly 1.8 meters tall, and his figure was thin.

The most attractive thing about Shao Si may be this difficult-to-get distance.

However, after contacting him for a long time, he found that he was just a lazy person.

Shao Si played it smoothly in front of him. At the end of the end, he couldn't remember a few notes very clearly. He tried all the similar notes, and became more and more messy. Finally, he simply shook his hands and stopped. He opened his eyes and found that Gu Yanzhou leaned at the door and looked at him for no reason: "...Why are you here?"

Gu Yanzhou Yangyangyang the stack of documents in his hand: "Where are you?"

Shao Si bent one leg, put his head on his knees, and said, "I can't sleep, I have a little insomnia."

After he finished speaking, he reached for the wine glass that had just been placed next to him.

The ice has melted halfway, and the taste has become a little light after mixing it with water.

However, Gu Yanzhou came over, fixed the wall of the cup with three fingers, and pulled the cup of wine out of Shao Si's hand: "I heard you played for so long just now. In return, I will make a cup of wine for you, what do you want to drink."

Shao Si still looked lazy and stayed on the stool and refused to move. Gu Yanzhou then pulled him up again.

Shao Si followed him and watched Gu Yanzhou enter through the side door. While he was holding the wine glass, he bent down and lay on the bar, with his fingers slashing on the menu, and finally pointed to the two big words "orange juice" and said: "This, can you squeeze oranges?"

Gu Yanzhou was holding two wine glasses and was about to make him mattress Martini. He couldn't help but put down the wine glasses when he heard him say this, looking at him and said, "Are you serious?"

"Serious, very serious," Shao Si stood on tiptoe and looked into the bar, worriedly, "...Is there a juicer?"

In the end, Gu Yanzhou really squeezed him a glass of orange juice.

Shao Si watched him put up his sleeves and washed the oranges in the sink, then picked up the knife, cut it skillfully, and peeled it.

The two of them chatted in a harmonious manner. Gu Yanzhou asked without raising his head while peeling, "What is the name of the song you just played?"

"You'd better not know, a particularly pretentious song." Shao Si was sitting on a high round stool at this moment, with his legs bent, his toes tilted, and he was completely idle, "...Have you ever heard of a group called B17?"

After Gu Yanzhou took the last piece of skin, put down the knife, wiped his hands with a tissue, raised his eyes and asked, "No, is it from Korea?"

"No, domestic." Shao Si thought for a while and added, "I was still the captain back then."

Gu Yanzhou looked at him meaningfully and said, "No wonder he disbanded."

"..." Shao Si knocked on the table with dissatisfaction, "How many do you mean?"

Gu Yanzhou poured the squeezed juice into a glass and pushed it to him, and said, "It's not interesting, use your orange juice slowly."

Shao Si took it, twisted the straw with one hand and held the cup with the other, and said, "Thank you."

The matter eventually turned out to Shao Si drinking orange juice and chatting with Gu Yanzhou about the trivial matters when he first debuted.

At that time, seventeen people squeezed into a dressing room, and it took less than ten minutes to change the performance costumes.

Everything is small, as is happiness and troubles.

They are like seeds that have just been sown, a few drops of rain and a few wisps of wind are all.

One day, Chi Zijun's Weibo increased dozens of fans and made him very happy. He was so happy all day long that he even posted a congratulatory article celebrating the number of fans that exceeded 1,000.

"...But people like you probably haven't experienced these things." Shao Si said, "After saying that, he supported his head, watched Gu Yanzhou pour him a glass of vodka, plus three pieces of ice, and continued, "You won the prize as soon as you debut. Do you know what everyone outside said about you? You said you are the best actor in wa-i'gu:a."

How can it not be like cheating? It becomes a god in one work.
Chapter completed!