China Entertainment 2000

"How many, how many?"

Outside the hospital ward, at the top of the stairs.

He never expected that the other party would reply so quickly. Qian Jiang's hands were shaking——

Are you kidding me?

Did it really happen?

Not only did it go over, but the other party even raised the price?

Although the service life is extended by one year, the price...

He felt that the world might really have become something he could not imagine.

Is this a human being?

Qian Jiang felt that he was a rich man and felt that his world view and view of money had been severely impacted.

"...Don't worry, we can discuss this contract slowly when I get back."

After a long silence, Qian Jiang said these words and hung up the phone——

He now really wanted to go out and smoke a cigarette to soothe his trembling heart.

He really needed time to digest the other party's attitude that he could talk about anything, and he was thinking about how to maximize Zhou Yi's interests - for example, to test whether there was any possibility of adding more money.

Although he also felt that it was a bit inhumane to do so, but he couldn't stand up to the opponent's behavior and was not human at all!

With this in mind, after taking out his mobile phone and sending a text message to Zhou Yi, Qian Jiang touched the cigarette case and lighter and headed to the smoking area.

In the ward, to the left of the bed, Zhou Yi, who was chatting and laughing with Qian Jiang before coming here, was a little silent at the moment——

The phone in his pocket vibrated, but he didn't take it out to look at it. Instead, he quietly listened to the pale woman in a hospital gown on the hospital bed telling her excitement and gratitude.

"I like Zhou Yijun's songs very much. I think your songs are very powerful, especially the song "Good Time". That is the life I dream of..."

Perhaps it was because the idol was really here, but the woman on the hospital bed did not behave as weakly as usual. Although her speech was a little slurred, it was not difficult to hear clearly. On the right side of the hospital bed, a boy with long bangs, about nineteen years old, had red eyes——

He is the brother who wrote the letter.

My sister started to like Zhou Yi from the album "Attitude Show". Because she heard it on a patient's Walkman, she asked him to buy the album.

"Oh, by the way, actually... I'm sorry, Yuzhen caused trouble for you, Zhou Yijun."

The pale and bloodless face slowly turned around, and a touch of warmth bloomed on the woman's haggard face: "I really didn't expect that Yuzhen would write to Warner. This child has always been timid. I didn't expect that Yuzhen would write to Warner." He would actually do such a thing.”

"No, in fact it is not troublesome. On the contrary, I am honored to be liked by you."

Zhou Yi, who had a sincere smile on his face, sat on a chair and chatted in English with this woman whose time was running out.

Although the Japanese accent often leads to some strange mistakes in communication between the two parties, it can still be regarded as a kind of joke, making Murakami Yuka laugh all the time while lying in the hospital bed——

"It's almost like a dream."

"This is not a dream."

Zhou Yi raised his hand and knocked on the window glass behind him without looking back, making a crisp sound and raising the corners of his mouth: "Believe me, you will get better, and you will live the ideal Good Time with your brother. "

The woman smiled without saying anything depressing: "Thank you. Thank you very much for your songs too. They gave me hope to live, as if you were encouraging me."

"Then they're honored."

The conversation between the two ended when the other person's rest and recuperation time was up. Zhou Yi, who had previously asked the doctor about the other person's condition, watched the nurse who invited him out of the ward turn around and close the door, then turned to look at the uneasy person beside him. juvenile--

The latter bowed ninety degrees, and the tears that had been waiting for a long time finally ran out and burst into his eyes: "Thank you, thank you, Zhou Yijun. Thank you for agreeing to my request, thank you -"

"I want to thank your sister for your support. For a singer, fans are everything to me."

After taking a deep breath and gathering his thoughts, Zhou Yi raised his hand and patted the boy's shoulder, smiling and saying: "However, it seems that you are not as timid as your sister said."

Some helpless teenagers wiped away tears and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Are you still studying?"

"No, I haven't read it anymore - well, it's not that I haven't read it, or I've already finished the exam..."

Yuma Murakami, who decided to study medicine because of his sister, stuttered a bit because of nervousness.

"Not bad. Which university do you plan to enter?"

"I don't know. If possible, I would like to enter the Faculty of Medicine at the University of Tokyo."

"..."

Or is he a top student with excellent grades?

Zhou Yi was a little surprised.

"My parents have always been busy at work. It can be said that I was brought up by my sister..."

Wearing a mask, hat and glasses, Zhou Yi walked with the boy on the steps beside the flower bed of the hospital, listening to him tell the story of the deep love between brother and sister, and his unwillingness to accept the reality that his sister was about to die.

His sister used to be a lively member of the Zhouyi Fan Club, and even the medical expenses this time were partly paid for by many fan clubs who raised funds.

But in just two years, his condition deteriorated to a life-threatening level.

"So, I want to be a doctor."

The young man's eyes were full of gloom: "But, I guess I will have to repeat it again this time."

"..."

"I don't have the reading talent like you, Zhou Yijun, and I don't want to add a burden to my family, so I can only apply for a journalism scholarship while reviewing. To be honest, when my sister said she liked you, I hated you because you were too Dazzling.”

The young man who had repeated the exam twice turned to look at the big star beside him, his smile a little more bleak and straightforward: "Sister, she likes to use you to inspire me. For example, you have been among the best in school since you were a child, and you have passed the exam through study. I entered the top school in China and changed my life.

"Every time my sister uses you to encourage me, I feel like a worthless loser..."

The so-called Japan News Scholarship is a scholarship policy jointly provided by many newspapers in Japan for students with financial difficulties. Mainly earn wages by delivering newspapers, and enjoy exemption from tuition fees, teaching material fees, admission fees, equipment, facilities and accommodation fees during the study period.

Correspondingly, this job will definitely affect preparation for the exam.

"Well, putting aside other aspects, I do have this qualification in terms of study."

Zhou Yi smiled noncommittally: "Thank you for your honesty, even though you are not a fan of mine."

"I like Hamasaki Ayumi."

The young man laughed at himself: "But now I think I like you a little bit."

"It doesn't matter, I'm better than her."

Zhou Yi patted the dust on his hands, and his thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the phone. He glanced at the caller ID, turned to him and said, "Then, it's time for me to go. I wish you success in getting admitted to the Medical School of Dongda University."

"Thank you, I will try my best, Zhou Yijun."

"By the way, as a journalist, do you come into contact with a lot of newspapers?" Zhou Yi, who was about to walk down the steps with his cell phone ringing, then looked back as if he remembered something.

"Uh, yes." The boy was stunned for a moment, then nodded and admitted.

"Then don't be stupid and just do the job of delivering newspapers. Be a part-time paparazzi and take more photos of superstars and insider information in exchange for some money. At least it will be money that can allow you to take a break from work and study hard."

"ah?"

"Okay, the time is almost up. I have to catch a plane later to go to Okinawa with Nagasawa Masami to see humpback whales. Let's go."

"Nagazawa Masa——?"

——? !

The young man who suddenly came back to his memory widened his eyes and watched the man's back gradually go away: "Zhou Yi! Zhou Yi Sang!"

Zhou Yizheng, who was walking away, was adjusting the angle of his hat with one hand against the wind. Hearing the shout from behind, he chuckled lightly and brushed his fingertips across the brim of his hat. Without looking back, he raised his hand and waved it in farewell.

"Zhou Yisang, thank you!"

The sound of his voice immediately alerted other patients and family members who were walking in the distance——

"Zhou Yi? Is it that Zhou Yi? Where is Zhou Yi?"

"Where??"

………………………………

"I'm here."

On the roadside outside, Nagasawa Masami, who was leaning next to a Mercedes-Benz, took off his sunglasses, put one hand on the rearview mirror, raised his hand and greeted Zhou Yi: "What's the matter? Your face seems a little ugly? Look? Are you feeling so lethargic? We’re going to see humpback whales together.”

"Nothing, I just found a paparazzi for you to capture the news."

"Hype? Although I don't want to do it in principle, if it's you, it's not impossible."

"Then I really want to thank you for being reasonable. Forgive me for being self-assertive?"

Zhou Yi, who came to stand in front of the woman, glanced at the Japanese paparazzi in the rearview mirror who thought he was hiding well, and chuckled: "But your Japanese paparazzi tracking skills are pretty bad."

Nagasawa Masami, who put on her shoes and headed straight for 172, reached out and took off Zhou Yi's glasses frame that was placed on the bridge of her nose. She leaned closer and tilted her head to take a closer look——

While smiling slightly, the index finger of his right hand holding the temples crossed the corner of the man's lips: "It just makes you feel better, doesn't it? Seeing how lethargic you are, it would be nice to smile."