14 years time difference

July 2005, 7.Wednesday.

Lin Zhique sat in the car Du Shen sent to pick her up in a muffled voice.Yesterday's sore throat turned into a slight cough. She felt her throat was itchy, but she only coughed once or twice very lightly. It seemed that if she coughed hard, she would lose her self-confident stern temperament.

Lin Lan heard that she was asked to go to a birthday party and asked her to wear a white dress, but she refused to listen. She wore denim overalls, earrings, and a large string of tinkling ornaments on her wrists and hips.

She soon realized how out of place her outfit was, but fortunately she had no intention of going to the Witch Princess' birthday party to find any allies.

When she arrived at the banquet hall of the restaurant, the performance had already started, and the scene in front of her was even more exaggerated than she had imagined. In the first half of the hall, high tables covered with clean white tablecloths were scattered, with champagne towers, beige The hydrangeas or silver candlesticks, the guests sat down at the banquet round table in the second half, before the food was served, the lights in the hall were dimmed, only the almost holy white chasing lights were lit on the stage.

Du Zhian was sitting under the beam of light, wearing a soft and white dress and a long dress, wearing a small and elegant diamond-encrusted crown, playing a black Steinway piano.The girl and the piano, one black and one white reflect each other, noble and incomparable, completely concealing the astringency of being too young, making her slightly thin body show a kind of elf-like clarity that is almost out of the world.

The guests present were all dressed formally, as soon as Lin Zhique walked forward, the ornaments on her body jingled, although it was very slight under the cover of the sound of the piano, it also attracted the attention of the guests who were close to her.

They started whispering.Lin Zhique couldn't hear what they were talking about, but only knew that she was looking at herself, nodding in understanding or with a look of astonishment while talking, and finally they all showed her seemingly kind smiling faces.

She didn't take it seriously, and walked past a few round tables, Du Shen turned around and saw her, beckoning her to go over.

She went to the head table.

When Tang Li saw her coming, she lost control of her face and cast a surprised and questioning look at Du Shen. Du Shen didn't respond, but frowned and looked at her attire up and down, and asked her to sit down beside him.

Except for Du Shen and his wife, Lin Zhique didn't know the remaining seven people at the table. There were two elderly couples, and a young man and woman with a preschool boy.The dress styles of the two pairs of old gentleman and old lady are completely different. One pair is dressed in elegant British style, while the other pair is much more plain. Even the suit on the old gentleman's body doesn't seem to fit well.

The seven people all noticed her at the moment. She rolled her eyes and looked at each of them. The old gentleman dressed like an English gentleman was most obviously emotional. He frowned first, and then glared at Du Shen. Seemingly out of rage, his eyes were so wide that the veins on his forehead bulged.

Lin Zhique guessed that this was Du Zhian's grandparents. She knew that something was wrong, so she lost her sense of control and looked around in a panic.

She wants to run away.

The other elderly couple was much gentler, they just looked at her in bewilderment, as if they didn't know who she was.

The music played to the end, the last few notes fell, the applause of the guests was restrained but warm, Du Zhian stood up and bowed to the audience.The furious British old man lowered his voice and asked, "Du Shen, what do you mean?"

Du Shen stood up, and before leaving, he said with a smile, "Father, I'll give a speech first."

He walked to the stage, stood beside Du Zhian, picked up the microphone and delivered a speech: "Thank you for coming to the birthday party of the little girl Zhian. In ancient times, it was said that a woman is 14 years old, which is the age of cardamom. Du Mu wrote in a poem: Sanyu, cardamom shoots at the beginning of February. There is still one year left, and the little girl is about to reach the age of Jiji when she grows up..."

He was just showing off some literati rhetoric on the stage, and a local storm has blown up on the main table. The young man and woman with the children sounded like Tang Li's younger brother and sister-in-law. Ask Tang Li: "Is this brother-in-law's...?"

The old couple who were confused were obviously Du Shen's parents. They came from Jincheng and couldn't figure out the situation at all. who is it?"

Lin Zhique swallowed.Itchy throat, want to cough.

Everyone at the table lowered their voices and chattered.

"You don't know who this is? Didn't your good son tell you?"

"My father-in-law, what are you talking about? What's the matter, please tell us clearly. "

"Dad, don't be angry, today is An An's birthday..."

"Keep your voice down, keep your voice down, don't let the guests hear you!"

"Hmph! Now I really don't want a fig leaf! I even brought it with me!"

"Afraid someone will hear it? I think half of East China City knows his reputation with Du Shen's colorful flag fluttering!"

It's like a hot bomb is being thrown back and forth, and it will be completely detonated at any moment.

Lin Zhique took a deep breath nervously.She must not cough at such a time.

The guests at the surrounding tables pretended to be attentively listening to the speech on the stage, but in fact they had already begun to pay attention to the changes on the main table. Lin Zhique noticed their lightly approaching gazes, and Tang Li raised a hand Covering half of the face, it seems that it is no longer possible to parry or support dignity.

Du Shen's mother looked at Lin Zhique again and again in shock, reached out to hold her hand, and asked her, "What's your name? How old are you?"

While swallowing her cough, she withdrew her hand in a panic.

The rain continued, and the outdoor shooting was delayed. Li Miaomiao lost patience and had frequent quarrels with the staff of the magazine, asking them if they had any plan for indoor shooting.

In the afternoon, even the photo shoots in the studio were only halfway done, and the three of them squeezed into a soft sofa for two people to accept the interview.Chen Jia was shivering from the cold air, and Li Miaomiao borrowed a big blanket from somewhere, and wrapped her up like a rice dumpling, only showing a pale face with make-up on.

The interviewer was sitting across from them with a notebook in his hand. Li Miaomiao walked back and forth behind the reporter, arguing endlessly with the program planner or the photographer, and making phone calls non-stop. The pair of eyes followed Li Miaomiao's footsteps, turning around and back.

It's not that I want to stare at it intentionally, it's probably driven by instinct like a kitten or dog wants to stare at a flying butterfly.

Fang Yan crossed his legs and straightened his back, while Du Siren leaned over and put his arms on his knees, with focused eyes, listening to the reporter's questions very seriously.

These three people are completely different even when they are interviewed.

Li Miaomiao glanced back at them.

A few months ago, they were just a slightly more outstanding type in the crowd. Compared with Ziwei stars who are in full swing in the music scene, it can be said that they are neither powerful enough nor completely idol.

But she was full of hope in her heart, and with a glance, she seemed to see three symbols chosen by this era to symbolize the new century.As Zhu He said, you don’t need to look the best or sing the best, but you have to represent something unique in this era.

Chen Jia was distracted.Li Miaomiao met her eyes, then gave her a hard look.

Reporter: The competition can be said to be in a fierce stage. How do you generally relieve the pressure?

Chen Jia: Sleep.

Duth people: Dance.

Dialect: Well, maybe I'll chat with a friend?Or apply a mask, take a bubble bath, etc.

Besides yourself, which one of the top ten players do you admire the most?Or, who do you think is your strongest competitor?

Chen Jia (referring to Du Siren): This person.

why?

Chen Jia: Didn't you hear what she said just now?Dance when you're stressed.She won't get tired, just like clockwork is always on.

What about dialects?

Dialect: I am the same as Chen Jia.But the reasons are different.I think the scary thing about this guy is that she seems to have the courage to face everything.Even if you can't win, you won't feel defeated.

Reporter: Do you think so?Just like what they said?

Dusiren: I don't think so.do not understand at all.

Reporter: Chen Jia's style has always been controversial, do you mind some doubts and opinions on the Internet?

Chen Jia: I don't mind.

Will you try soft styles like dialect in the future?

Chen Jia: No.

Why?Do you resist?

Chen Jia: It's not that I'm resisting, it's just that I don't like it, so why should I?

Du Siren (to the dialect): You see, this person is scary.

Dialect: Anything and absolutely nothing are two different types of horror.

Reporter: Is there any favorite film and television drama that you can recommend to your fans?

Du Siren: My favorite TV series is called "Jedi Dangerous Love".

"Jedi Peril"?Is Tao Li starring?It seems that it hasn't aired yet, which channel broadcast the trailer?

Du Siren: No, I star in this TV series.I starred in it with a good friend.

Yeah?What role do you play?

Du Siren: I play a fledgling girl who has lost her way.

What about emotional issues?May I ask?What is your attitude towards feelings?Will it be action?

Dialect: No.I am more passive.

Does it mean you are used to being chased by others?

Dialect: ... yes.

Chen Jia (slowly): Just... find a way to get the other party to act.

Dusiren: Look, how scary this man is.Scheming.

Siren hasn't answered the question yet?

Dusiren: Yes, I am an activist.

Is love the type to say it out loud?

"Hmm." Du Siren blinked, "Yes."

The cloud has been pressed on her heart for too long, and she is bound to make a decision.

Something heavy hit one of her shoulders.

Du Siren turned his head and found that Chen Jia was almost unconsciously slumped on her shoulder.Li Miaomiao moved faster than Du Siren, and immediately approached to touch Chen Jia's forehead, and then half dragged and half hugged Chen Jia up.

She could not refuse to say to the people in the magazine: "Chen Jia's subsequent filming has been canceled today. I want to take her to see a doctor. Please adjust the filming plan and call me anytime."

The rehearsal had started for several hours, and there were still three contestants who were not present. The program team was flooded with calls for coordination, and Lin Zhique could no longer lie in the room to rest.She propped up her still limp body, changed her clothes and left the hotel.

When opening the door, a plastic bag slipped from the doorknob and fell to the ground. She picked it up and found that there were several boxes of cold spirits inside.

After the rain 14 years ago, she had a high fever, and it seemed that the root cause of the disease had fallen since then. Every time she didn't pay attention, the cold would come on fiercely and knock her down instantly.

Right now, what fell in front of her eyes was the rain from 14 years ago.

Before everyone arrived, the opening song and all the collaboration songs could not be rehearsed. Tao Lexin and Zhou Zipei, two living treasures from the south to the north, sat on the edge of the stage and shouted. Seeing her coming, they shouted happily : "Miss Bird! Miss Bird! The rehearsal is over! The rehearsal is over!"

She threatened them: "You are very happy? The rehearsal is not possible, and no one can rest tonight."

Tao Le was dissatisfied: "Why? Let them take all the benefits, and we have to accompany them to misfortune."

Lin Jiajia walked across the stage holding the microphone: "Teacher, can I do "Loving You" again?"

Tao Lexin whispered, "It's the fourth time."

The accompaniment starts.Lin Zhique stood under the stage with arms folded.

"Loving You", born in 1975, spans five octaves, the highest scale of which is called "Dolphin Sound".She could see that Lin Jiajia had a lot of trouble singing, even though she managed to sing, it didn't sound good.

Tao Lexin said: "At least this time there is no broken sound."

Zhou Zipei said, "It doesn't seem too difficult, does it?" She tried it in a low voice, and sang it very easily.

It's not fair.Lin Zhique thought.

At the end of the song, the director yelled at Lin Zhique: "Have the three of them come back?"

After finishing speaking, Zhou Zipei looked behind Lin Zhique: "Oh, isn't this one coming back?"

Dialects are back.The company's driver traveled with her.

Dialect told Lin Zhique: "Sanshui took Chen Jia to the hospital, and Chen Jia has a fever."

Lin Zhique asked: "Sanshui and Chen Jia went to the hospital, and the driver took you back. Where is Dusi?"

"Siren is still at the magazine office. They said that since Chen Jia is not here, the missing parts must be completed."

The driver greeted her: "I'll turn around and pick her up in a while, Miss Lin, why don't you go together?"

The director is calling out to the dialect: "The dialect is back, let's rehearse the dialect stage first."

Before Lin Zhique left the studio, Lin Jiajia was taking off the device she was wearing and carefully pinning it to Dialect's ear.

The music played again.

The dialect began to sing Mavis Fan's "Tears".