Senior Superstar

Li Shixin locked himself in the room for a whole afternoon.

It wasn't until nightfall, that is, two or three o'clock in the morning in China, that he put down what he was doing and turned on the cell phone that he hadn't turned on all day.

Directly ignoring the tons of missed calls from unfamiliar numbers, and the number of text messages that were actually 99+, but possibly more than a thousand, Li Shixin directly opened his Weibo.

After ten minutes of eating and drinking on the elderly machine, he finally entered his Weibo.

The private messages in the background have long been filled with countless messages, and there are bursts of whimpering. In the comment area, although the time is at the low peak of domestic netizens' activity, they are still flying.

After casually glancing at the content in the comment area, Li Shixin smiled coldly.

"Please explode on the spot" or "If you have a conscience, kowtow and apologize". No matter how bad it is, it's some irrational nonsense like "donate the money from selling the film quickly".

At first glance, it is the kind of black fan who is not very old.

Li Shixin didn't even want to talk about it.

What really made him feel a little uncomfortable was that he had lost followers for the first time after opening Weibo for more than two years.

Before going abroad to participate in the film festival, with the hot serialization of "Three-Body Problem" and the drainage effect caused by the Spring Festival Gala, the original number of fans has soared from more than 9 million to more than 11 million.

but at this time

Bald returned 9.6 million.

This is so uncomfortable!

Seeing that the bottom of almost every Weibo of his was brushed by black fans, Li Shixin frowned, turned off his phone and got under the covers.

Early the next morning.

Wu Ming and others, who were worried about Li Shixin all night, gathered in front of Li Shixin's room just after washing up.

"Last night, there was no movement all night?"

"That's okay. If it's impossible, let the people from the hotel come over and open the door. I've been bored all night, so don't let anything happen again."

"Oh, what are you thinking? Shixin is the kind of person who can't think about it when encountering a little bit of wind and rain? If that's the case, he would have gone to the hospital when his son was sent to the hospital. Don't worry, he must be fine .It means that I can't get angry for a while, and I feel a little sad. It's been a whole night, I should be angry, and I have to eat when I have to eat!"

"Yes yes yes, Grandpa Feng raised his hands in agreement! Teacher, you are so rude! Eat breakfast before getting angry!"

Just when a group of old fans and young generals were blocking the door and making noise, the door of the guest room was suddenly pulled open from the inside.

"Shixin, uh?"

"Frogs! Who are you?"

As the door opened, a figure appeared in front of everyone, and turned those concerned eyes into stunning!

The light of the morning sun in the room reflected the figure in front of him in a slightly dreamy halo.

The figure was wearing a pure white Confucian shirt, and the silk double-breasted gown fluttered slightly under the blowing of the air conditioner, making its owner stand out from the dust.

As if matching the style of this double-breasted shirt, Li Shixin simply tied up his slightly long hair and tied it in a bun on top of his head.

Combined with the guzheng slung behind his back and a bamboo flute stuck in his waist, the whole person seems to be an exiled fairy walking out of a splashed ink landscape painting!

drop!

Received an extremely [Stunning] applause value, 16221 points!

"Ms. Li, what is this?"

Following a whisper in Li Shixin's ear, Xu Xiao, who had just walked from the room to the corridor, asked a question dully.

Seeing the dull look on the young man's face, Li Shixin smiled faintly.

"Exactly, I still want to find you. Xiao Xu, you can make an announcement for me in a while."

"What announcement?"

"Announcement to withdraw from this film festival."

"What?"

Hearing Li Shixin's request, Xu Xiao's eyes widened.

"But Mr. Li, we've worked so hard to see the hope of winning the prize." Before Xu Xiao finished speaking, she felt a chill behind her back.

Recalling Zhao Jinzhi's cold gaze, he directly changed the next words to "Okay, I'll go now."

Seeing Xu Xiao hurried back to the room, Li Shixin smiled and looked at his old fans.

"Okay, the business of coming to Berlin this time is over."

"Shixin." "Oh, you have been wronged."

Seeing Li Shixin's unrestrained appearance, a group of old fans couldn't help but feel distressed.

It was Li Shixin himself, smiling and shaking his head.

"What are you doing? Isn't it just a film festival! They don't want to see me, and I don't like them! It's okay, don't worry about it. It was me who was bad last night. I played my temper and made everyone worry. It's okay now, I'm going out for a walk."

Smiling lightly at everyone again, Li Shixin took a big step and went downstairs.

Looking at Li Shixin's back that was so free and easy as if nothing happened yesterday, he just slept in the hotel all day, a group of old fans looked at each other.

The former square of the movie palace.

With only one day left until the film festival awards ceremony, the number of tourists attending the film festival has reached its peak.

Although it was only after eight o'clock in the morning, quite a lot of tourists who punched in and took pictures had already gathered in the square.

Under the attention and strange eyes of passers-by, Li Shixin, whose entire painting style was incompatible with the surrounding Baroque buildings, walked straight to the corner of the small square.

That's where he met Tong Guaiguai for the first time.

Put away the small horse that was withdrawn from the system in the future, put the guzheng horizontally on the stand, and Li Shixin closed his eyes slightly.

At this moment, the surrounding discussions and the sound of the shutter clicking of the camera disappeared in his ears.

After a while, he opened his eyes.

Compared with when he walked out of the hotel, his eyes were deeper and clearer.

It's still early, and there are no performing arts bands in the small square. Suddenly, such a handsome cosplay-like man appeared, and a large crowd of onlookers quickly gathered in the corner of the square where Li Shixin was.

"Hello, are you an actor invited by the film festival? Can my child and I take a photo with you?"

Immediately, a pair of tourists who appeared to be father and son walked up to Li Shixin in the crowd and pointed to the mobile phone in their hands.

Facing the tourist who asked for a photo, Li Shixin only smiled slightly, and lightly placed his fingers on the strings.

With the windy flick of his left hand, a clear voice like the top of a cloud resounded in the crowded square.

Accompanied by the precise and calm playing of the portamento, a towering artistic conception roams around!

It was a song "High Mountain and Flowing Water" that 99% of the foreigners present had never heard.

Although I have never heard of it, and I have never heard of or seen the guzheng in front of Li Shixin, but when the notes that seemed to be real one by one penetrated into people's ears, all the tourists present all fell silent in unison!

At this moment, what they seem to see is not one person, one piano, or one song.

Following the thick and calm tune, a mountain surrounded by clouds and mist appeared in front of everyone's eyes!

In that majestic momentum, the tourist who asked for a group photo could not help but step back a few steps with his eyes wide open.

In a square that was so quiet that only strings were left, more and more people picked up their mobile phones and silently pointed their cameras at Li Shixin.

drop!

Received additional applause points of [Shock], [Longing], and [Stunning], 61233 points!

As Li Shixin's chords became higher and higher and faster, everyone pressed the video switch under the clearer and clearer vision of the mountain in their minds.

They had never seen such music.

But at this moment, they were afraid...to miss a note!