Chapter 298 Twins (2)
Si Ji Ting sat in a wheelchair and just watched, quietly, as if all the noise outside had nothing to do with him.
“You are here.”
Lan Shiyu saw the three people arriving from the reflection in the mirror and was very enthusiastic.
“Your voice?”
Ji Xiangnuan was very surprised that Lan Shiyu's voice sounded no different from before the injury.
"Do you think my voice is still the same as before?"
Lan Shiyu knew what Ji Xiangnuan wanted to say, turned around and gave him a warm smile.
"Yes, so you can actually sing?"
Ji Xiangnuan held on to his last glimmer of hope.
"I can still speak normally as before, but speaking on stage requires me to transform my voice into a different tone, which I can no longer do."
Lan Shiyu spoke calmly, listening. There is no trace of emotion.
"My voice can really be limited to normal speech."
"That"
Ji Xiangnuan wanted to say something, but suppressed it and fell silent.
"Nuan Nuan, don't be like this. In fact, I don't feel sad at all. In addition to singing, I can actually do other things."
Lan Shiyu put down the rouge and gouache in his hand and stood up to comfort the disappointed Ji. Xiang Nuan.
“I believe you can do it!”
Gu Qiyu grabbed Lan Shiyu’s shoulders and almost knocked down the weaker Lan Shiyu.
"Brother, please be gentle with me! I am still a wounded person!"
Lan Shiyu covered his chest and pretended to faint.
“Oh, sorry, sorry!”
After realizing what was wrong with him, Gu Qiyu let Lan Shiyu go.
“Brother.” The priest Han slowly walked towards the priest Ting who was standing aside.
"Long time no see, how have you been?" Siji Ting put down the magazine in his hand and raised his eyes.
"It's okay, how about you? What do you think?"
Si Shihan asked Si Shi Ting how the injury on his leg was.
"It's okay, I'm getting used to it."
Si Ji Ting touched his injured thigh.
"Oh my little ancestor, there are already people outside! What are you still doing here!"
A man in costume rushed in with a sharp voice.
Ji Xiangnuan was pushed to the side. If Gu Qiyu hadn't hugged him, he would have sat on the equipment in the next second. His buttocks would probably not be able to sit normally for a week.
Ji Xiangnuan thanked him softly.
"Okay, I'm going on stage, you can wait for me in the audience."
After saying this, Lan Shiyu stepped onto the stage wearing a sky-blue opera robe.
This is also the last time he wears a costume and goes on stage. This is a kind of respect for singing. Since he chooses not to sing in the future, his final retirement must be glorious.
At the same time, he also expressed his respect for the theater and its actors.
"Thank you for coming to our garden. This may be the last time I stand here."
Lan Shiyu refused the microphone handed to him. He decided not to amplify the sound. Speak in your own voice like this.
"Due to some reasons, I may never meet you in this way in the future. I hope that in my absence, both my fans and all the lovers of singing and opera will continue to maintain their love for the quintessence of China. "My heart."
"What is the reason why you don't want to stand on the stage anymore?"
The reporter got to the point and asked sharp questions.
"I said it was for a certain reason. Since it is a certain reason, it must be a reason that cannot be said. I hope you will understand."
Lan Shiyu replied politely.
(End of this chapter)