Senior Superstar

In the small square in front of Rongzhou First People's Hospital.

Li Shixin stepped on the speaker he had snatched, and strenuously played the bass in his hand. Wu Ming held his mobile phone in one hand and Impression's microphone in the other, acting as a human support.

And beside them, Liu Feng's grandfather and grandson, Qiao Hong, Zhang Weiyu and other old fans... were already teary-eyed.

Although Shi Agui hasn't been in contact with everyone for a long time, but during the filming of "The Undertaker", this little old man got along very happily with a group of old fans.

For this old partner who was always sneaking and drinking on the set, although everyone was ready to say goodbye, when the day really came, there were still bursts of acid in their hearts.

"Shixin, did you say Agui saw it?"

Holding up the mobile phone and the microphone, Wu Ming no longer had any hands to wipe his tears, and let the tears drip down on the skirt of his clothes, she asked with trembling lips.

At this time, Li Shixin had already finished singing the first stanza of "Brightness".

Facing Wu Ming's question, he shook his head slightly.

They came in such a hurry that they didn't bring any equipment to the scene. Stepping on it is a small speaker of an elderly square dance team - the kind with a power of 300W.

Compared with the professional impression of the concert scene, it is simply a child's play. The sound was muffled, and it didn't seem to have much penetrating power.

However, when Li Shixin was silent, Shi Hongmei cried out from the phone in Wu Ming's hand: "Uncle Li, my dad is watching! Did you see us waving? Sister-in-law, come on!" Lights down!"

Following Shi Hongmei's muffled voice on the phone, the windows on the sixth floor of the inpatient department flickered several times.

"Hey! Ah Gui is still here, he hasn't left yet!"

"He saw us!"

"Ah Gui! Hold on, the old partners of the chorus team are behind, they will be here soon! You must hold on!"

"Xiaomei, tell your dad to persevere! Shixin threw it away for his concert, you must let him persevere!"

Hearing Shi Hongmei's shout on the phone, a group of old fans cheered up!

"Uncle Li! It's too dark, my dad can't see it! Where are you?"

Hearing Shi Hongmei's cry on the phone, Wu Ming raised his brows upside down, and yelled at a group of old fans at the scene: "Where is the phone! Turn on the flash of the phone! Brother Agui can't see it!"

"Come on!"

As a group of old fans shouted, the flashlights of each mobile phone lit up, aiming at Li Shixin.

Little lights converged on Li Shixin's body, and a bright light appeared in the dark square.

Such a scene is simply clumsy to the extreme.

But at this moment, all the people present at the scene were already in tears because of the mottled light gathered on Li Shixin's body.

At this moment, it seems that even the stars in the sky are not as bright as the ones here!

In this "stage lighting" formed by the joint efforts of more than a hundred people, Li Shixin smiled and played the bass in his arms;

"When the ashes seal the frosty eaves, when the chrysanthemum turns into the dew of late autumn.

I made a bag out of stubborn withered vines, and headed for that foreign land full of thorns..."

With his vicissitudes of voice, the second verse of the song floated into the distance.

But at this moment, there was a commotion in the square—the sudden appearance of hundreds of people, and the speakers that had been turned up to the maximum volume by Li Shixin, finally attracted the security guards of the square.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Did you pay the fee at the management office for your performance? What about the approval?"

Pushing aside the crowd and seeing Li Shixin who was singing to the distant hospital, several security guards yelled.

Seeing that everyone at the scene followed like a demon, looking fixedly at the inpatient department in the distance, several security guards jumped up: "Hurry up and get out of here! If you don't leave, the speakers will be confiscated!"

"guys!"

After singing the last line of the chorus, Li Shixin roared.

"Come on!"

He didn't need to explain, a group of old fans already understood what he meant.

Among the crowd, Zhang Weiyu, who was sitting in a wheelchair, strengthened his arms, and Liu Feng's grandson also strengthened his arms, operating Liu Feng's wheelchair to drift horizontally like Wuling's grand light, blocking in front of Li Shixin!

"Uncle Li, I still can't hear you. The voice is too low, the voice is too low!"

Shi Hongmei's cries from the phone again mixed with the shouts of the security guards behind him. Li Shixin gritted his teeth, picked up the speaker, and ran towards the small forest in front of the square.

"When the earth is covered with weeping fallen leaves, when the rhododendrons turn into mist in the distant sky"

Standing in front of the fence of the square, Li Shixin threw the speaker and hung it up.

Then, he violently shook the bass in his hand!

"Bless me, the family member I miss the most, that is the figure I bid farewell to you!"

"Maybe the melancholy of being lost will tear my steps apart."

"But I believe that the future will give me a pair of wings to dream."

"Although the pain of failure has left me covered in bruises."

"But I firmly believe that the light...is far away!"

Following his sudden high-pitched singing, windows opened one after another in the inpatient building in the distance.

Pale-faced patients leaned out and looked in the direction of the source of the sound.

"But I firmly believe in the light. It's far away!"

The bass in his hand, following Li Shixin's flipping fingers, made a burst of incomparably surging strings.

With the last high-pitched sound, the veins on Li Shixin's forehead tensed up!

"Believe in the light, it is far away!!!"

When the song reached the last line, Li Shixin, who sang continuously all night and rushed to the hospital, was already exhausted.

With the last high-pitched sound, all the strength in his whole body seemed to be taken away by an invisible big hand in an instant.

At the end of the song, the audience fell silent.

Seeing the tears on the faces of all the fans, even the security guards seemed to realize that this group of old people didn't seem to be here to make trouble - they seemed to be paying tribute to something, and it had absolutely nothing to do with money.

puff.

In the silence, Li Shixin, who was completely exhausted, knelt on the ground.

After more than ten seconds, he pushed away Wu Ming's arm that came to help him, and took the microphone.

Facing the window on the sixth floor of the inpatient department, he slowly raised his middle finger.

"Ah Gui, let's go! It's settled, we will be together again in the next life."

"Branches!"

"Zhi Leng!" "Zhi Leng!" "Zhi Leng!"

"Zhi Leng!" "Zhi Leng!" "Zhi Leng!"

All the old fans followed Li Shixin and raised their middle fingers high.

Let out a loud cry.

...

"Branches!"

Beep, beep, beep.

drop.

With a loud cry that came into the ward from a distance, the heart rate device pulled out a long straight line after the last beat.

"dad!!!"

Listening to the voice announcing the end of a life, the three daughters-in-law of the Shi family fell to their knees in front of the hospital bed with a plop, tears streaming down their cheeks.

During the mourning of the three women, Shi Hongmei beside the hospital bed wiped the tears from her face, and held up Shi Agui's right hand.

Seeing the final middle finger gesture, she burst into tears... and smiled.

"Don't cry, you see."

Slowly raising Shi Agui's right hand, Shi Hongmei pouted at the three elder brothers.

The three brothers Shi Hongbing, Shi Hongxue, and Shi Hongqi stared at the straight middle finger for a moment.

Immediately, with a puff, the snot and tears from his mouth were sprayed far away.

"Dad heard."

"He should be happy when he leaves, we don't cry."

"Well, we don't cry."