A person in Wuha: The whole internet is urging me to get back together with my ex!

"A tight embrace in an instant, an inescapable kiss that lasts forever..."

Chen Ye held the microphone stand with one hand.

The furious roar at the climax exploded directly in the empty hall.

The accompanying music behind them was absolutely divine.

Wang Leehom's fingers swept across the frets of the electric guitar like afterimages.

Jay Chou sat in front of the keyboard, his foot on the sustain pedal, typing on the black and white keys at an extremely fast speed.

Lin Junjie is even more outstanding.

To match the wild and fateful rhythm of "A Kiss to the End of Time," he deliberately played the drums like a heavy metal rocker, getting so hyped that his hair was flying everywhere.

The music ended.

The last drumbeat slammed down.

The echoes in the hall made the chandelier sway slightly.

There wasn't a single mistake; the chord progressions were flawless.

perfect.

If these three old monsters got together as accompaniment, even if they brought a dog on stage to sing, they could easily win the Golden Melody Award for Best Live Performance of the Year.

"Okay, go over the transition of the climax again, make sure it's flawless." Chen Ye turned around and instructed.

The three Heavenly Kings made a tacit gesture and quickly adjusted the sound.

Chen Ye picked up his phone, which was on silent mode.

Five missed calls were neatly arranged on the screen.

All the calls were from his ex-girlfriend, a top member of a girl group he had just reunited with.

Chen Ye smiled slightly, but didn't call back immediately.

He opened director Wang Zhengyu's WeChat chat.

"Old Wang, when we're almost at the guesthouse, have the female director in the car blindfold Song Yuqi and help her all the way to the second floor before taking the blindfold off, so she can't see the lobby beforehand."

One second later.

The screen displays "The other party is typing".

Wang Zhengyu replied instantly: "OK! I'll cut off the main live stream signal before I come back, so go ahead and do whatever you want!"

Chen Ye turned off the screen with satisfaction and turned back to continue rehearsing "If I Could" with the Heavenly King Accompaniment Band.

at this time.

On the Coaster minibus heading from Hengdian to the guesthouse, the air pressure was so low it could freeze.

The last row of the carriage.

Song Yuqi huddled in the corner.

His hat brim was pulled down very low, and he exuded a low-pressure aura that kept strangers at bay.

She gripped her phone tightly in her hand.

Press the button to turn the screen on, turn it off, and press it to turn it on again.

He made five phone calls in a row.

Chen Ye, that damned man, didn't accept a single one!

Song Yuqi bit her lower lip, her nails digging into the soft flesh of her palm.

What exactly does he mean?

He disappeared starting in the afternoon, not replying to WeChat messages or answering phone calls, saying there was a surprise waiting for him.

What surprise could be more important than making up with her?

Was all that affectionate act last night just an act?

Just to lull himself to sleep after getting drunk?

Song Yuqi's thoughts became increasingly skewed.

In her mind, she had already imagined a scene where Chen Ye found her too annoying, pulled up his pants and refused to acknowledge her, and bought a standing ticket to escape Zhejiang Province overnight.

Damn scumbag!

That stinky sea king!

Song Yuqi cursed inwardly.

She should have known that this man who kept saying he was afraid of hindering her career was unreliable.

Deng Chao and Chen He, who were sitting in front of Song Yuqi, felt extremely uncomfortable.

The atmosphere in this car is so eerie; it sends chills down my spine.

"Um... Yuqi," Deng Chao turned his head with difficulty, forcing a smile, "Are you tired from watching the impersonation show today? I'll get you something good to eat to help you recover when we get back?"

Song Yuqi raised her head.

She forced a smile, but there was no hint of amusement in her eyes.

"Thanks, Brother Chao, I'm not hungry."

His voice was dry and strained, conveying a sense of suppressed grievance and dejection.

Chen He frantically winked at Deng Chao from the side, his face contorted in a grimace.

Don't mess with her! She's clearly a powder keg ready to explode at any moment!

Chen He's eyes darted around, and he began to forcefully try to find a topic to talk about.

"Hey Lao Deng, the boxed lunches in Hengdian are just awful. That braised pork is practically pure fat."

"Yes, yes, it's so salty, I can't even swallow it."

Two seasoned veterans were performing a skit in front of them, one singing and the other acting.

Song Yuqi completely ignored them.

He continued to stare intently at the black WeChat profile picture that remained completely still.

Lu huddled in the middle of the carriage, his face mostly hidden by a baseball cap.

He simply couldn't stand it anymore.

If Song Yuqi were to actually cry in public on the bus, Yezi's broken pressure cooker would completely explode tonight.

Lu Han took out her phone and opened Chen Ye's WeChat, her fingers moving so fast they were blurry.

Your wife is about to cry!!!

"Yezi! If you don't reply to her messages soon, she's probably going to come and kill you!"

"When will we be able to go back and finish setting it up?!"

hum.

My phone vibrated.

Chen Ye's reply was simple and direct: "Where are you? How much longer will it take?"

Lu Han quickly glanced at the road signs outside the car window.

"If there's no traffic, it should take about forty minutes."

the other side.

Chen Ye glanced at the clock on the wall.

6:30.

It had gotten completely dark.

The ambient lighting throughout the hall was emitting an extremely ambiguous, warm yellow glow.

The time is just right.

That's dark enough.

He sent a message directly to Wang Zhengyu: "I'm all set on my end."

Upon seeing the news, Wang Zhengyu, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the Coaster, excitedly slapped his thigh.

"Driver! Pick up the pace a bit! Turn back now!"

Less than half an hour later.

Three black minivans screeched to a halt in front of the guesthouse.

To prepare for tonight's absolutely confidential and sensational revelation, Lao Wang had the entire team of photographers brought back in advance to set up their positions.

A dozen or so cameramen carrying long lenses and tripods pushed open the door of the guesthouse.

I've only taken half a step inside.

The photographer at the front suddenly stopped, almost losing his grip on the camera.

I love it!

What kind of incredible spectacle is this?!

The room was filled with the fragrance of champagne roses.

A huge, illuminated photo wall cascades down from the second floor, displaying hundreds of photos of intimate moments between Chen Ye and Song Yuqi in private back then.

On a giant screen, those old, silly videos that were constantly showing off their love were playing silently.

The most outrageous.

In the center of the living room, in front of a row of professional-grade microphones and an array of musical instruments.

Jay Chou is eating an apple.

Lin Junjie is spinning a drumstick.

Wang Leehom is tuning his instrument.

Is this a reality TV show shoot or a wedding proposal?!

These experienced cameramen were completely dumbfounded; their brains collectively went blank, and they even forgot to press the power button.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and set up the machine!"

A director kicked him from behind and shouted.

The group suddenly realized what was happening and began frantically scrambling to secure camera positions.

All-round, without blind spots.

Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, they would still film this incredible story—so explosive that it could crash even a micro server—with meticulous care.

Chen Ye stood at the exit of the spiral staircase on the second floor.

He rested one hand on the wooden handrail, watching the camera positions downstairs being quickly set up.

The photos didn't fall, the string lights didn't go out, and the accompanying band remained calm.

Given the limited time, this arrangement is acceptable.

This room is filled with a level of prestige that money can't buy.

That's enough to shatter all the grievances of that silly girl.

Night completely enveloped the streets.

The Coaster bus bumped and jolted as it approached the guesthouse.

The back seat of the carriage.

Song Yuqi rested her head against the cold car window.

The warmth in my eyes finally became uncontrollable.

Two lines of clear tears silently slid down her cheeks.

It splashed onto the pure white collar, leaving a small water stain.

She was so tired.

She remembered the days when the two of them would eat grilled cold noodles at a roadside stall to avoid paparazzi, and she remembered his profile as he stayed up all night in the recording studio writing songs for her.

Two years.

In order to shed the label of "only relying on men", and to be worthy of that dazzling top talent.

She practiced dancing day and night in the studio, and had to grit her teeth and keep smiling even when faced with insults from haters all over the internet.

She worked tirelessly to climb to the top and became a leading girl group member in the Chinese entertainment industry.

She thought that as long as she stood high enough...

Then I can hold his hand again with dignity.

She could then loudly proclaim to everyone that Song Yuqi was worthy of Chen Ye.

But last night she abandoned all dignity and forced herself on me while drunk.

What I got in return was his disappearance today.

If you find it troublesome.

If he's afraid that getting back together will ruin his current peaceful life.

If last night's phrase "the promise is valid" was just to lull her to sleep.

Then forget it.

Song Yuqi raised the back of her hand and forcefully wiped away the tears on her face.

Her eyes revealed a ruthless determination, as if she had nothing to lose.

Go back and ask them directly!

As long as Chen Ye dares to utter even half a perfunctory word.

Song Yuqi immediately packed her bags and quit this lousy 5H! film crew!

I bought a plane ticket overnight and flew home.

From now on, let's keep our bridges and roads separate, and let's not provoke each other anymore!

Just as she was mentally preparing herself...

The car suddenly slowed down and came to a steady stop outside the large iron gate in front of the guesthouse.

Wang Zhengyu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned his head.

He tightly covered the microphone hole hanging on his collar and gestured to his assistant next to him at his neck.

"Sever the main signal," Wang Zhengyu commanded in a whisper.

The assistant immediately pressed a red power cut-off button on the control panel.

online.

In the official live stream room of Wuha.

Twelve million netizens are watching with great interest as those big stars are imprisoned in their cars.

The screen suddenly flickered violently.

Followed by.

The screen instantly turned into a deathly black.

The "Current Online Users: 1200 Million+" sign in the upper right corner is still there.

Only one line of white text remained in the center of the screen: The live broadcast signal has been interrupted and the host is on his way back.

The chat was quiet for about three seconds.

Then.

Like a tsunami erupting, question marks filled the black screen instantly.

"???"

"What the heck? My internet is lagging?"

"Old Wang, you fucking unplugged the internet cable again?!"

"Has Zhejiang TV gone bankrupt? Why is it stopping broadcasts now?"

"Something's not right! Absolutely not right! These guys have been acting suspiciously all day; there's definitely something big going on!"