Fire After Rebirth - Chap 115
　An’s father and An’s mother looked at each other again.
　　Song Shuman frowned displeasedly, “How can they say that, even if they support their idols, they can’t belittle others.”
　　An Lingkang quickly comforted him, “Don’t be angry, don’t be angry, Nannan plays very well, don’t listen to their nonsense.”
　　An Nanyi naturally didn’t know what the audience was discussing. He was in a good mood today, with a smile on his face, and waved to his parents sitting in the first row of the auditorium.
　　”Nan Nanchong waved to us.” An Lingkang and Song Shuman also responded to him with a smile.
　　”Thank you everyone for voting for me. I’m really happy. It turns out that your hard work will really be rewarded.” An Nanyi said sincerely: “Here, I would like to thank two people in particular, that are the people who are sitting in the audience at this time. , my parents, they have been silently supporting me.”
　　An Jing, who was sitting in the instructor’s seat, smiled and looked towards the auditorium. Everyone’s eyes were looking there.
　　An’s father, An’s mother, who was suddenly named, stood up in surprise. An Nanyi walked over and wanted to hug them, but when he was halfway there, he suddenly heard a clear and cold voice behind him:
　　”Are you sure those are really your parents, An Nanyi?”
　　This voice sounded through the microphone in the entire studio, and it fell into the ears of everyone, including mentors, staff members, contestants, and a thousand spectators below the stage, including An’s father and An’s mother.
　　”what happened?”
　　”what’s the situation?”
　　After a while, two figures appeared on the stage, and everyone’s eyes shifted again in unison. With confusion and doubts, An Nanyi stopped immediately and turned to look over.
　　”Ah!! It’s Yanyan! Lin Qingyan is here!!”
　　The girl who was crying so sad and sad not long ago stood up immediately, screaming excitedly, and the scene was in an uproar.
　　Lin Qingyan was pushed out in a wheelchair. He was wearing loose trousers and short sleeves. Under the illumination of the stage lights, his face became paler, gauze was wrapped around his head, and a cast was put on his fractured right arm. Secured in front of the body by arm slings.
　　Although the young man looks a bit embarrassed now, even looking miserable, his face is calm, and his delicate facial features look colder and colder under the illumination of the light, with a pale sense of fragility, which can arouse others’ desire for protection.
　　Standing behind him pushing a wheelchair was Lu Yuqi who was still performing on the stage just now and was still wearing a costume.
　　But in a few seconds, Lu Yuqi pushed the wheelchair to the center of the stage.
　　Everyone didn’t understand the situation, there was no such part in the process, and An Jing, who was sitting in the instructor’s seat, was also at a loss, “What’s the situation?”
　　Even the director on the scene was blindfolded, “What’s going on? Can someone tell me what’s going on!?”
　　Before anyone could answer, a slightly familiar, indifferent and calm voice suddenly sounded from behind: “Director.”
　　”Gu, Master Gu?”
　　…
　　An Nanyi heard what Lin Qingyan said just now. He had a bad premonition in his heart, but he still smiled kindly and said, “Yanyan, why did you come here suddenly? Why don’t you recuperate in the hospital?”
　　”Because I don’t want people like you to occupy my position as a matter of course.”
　　Chapter 85
　　Time went back to late yesterday night.
　　The night was soft and hazy, and the cold moonlight swayed through the glass windows in the quiet ward. The lights inside were dim, except for an orange bedside lamp.
　　The soft light swayed on the hospital bed, and the young man’s pale and delicate face seemed to be coated with a delicate glaze.
　　His slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes after a while, with confusion inside. He was lying on his side, and the man sitting by the bed came into view.
　　Gu Fei was sitting next to him, keeping an eye on the person on the bed, so when Lin Qingyan opened his eyes, he immediately noticed, “Yanyan, how do you feel?”
　　The man’s voice was hoarse and nervous, and the dim light couldn’t conceal the tiredness on his face, as well as the deep concern and distress between his brows.
　　Naturally, Lin Qingyan couldn’t feel the pain, but he was dizzy, very uncomfortable, had the urge to vomit, his mind was in chaos, and finally remembered that he accidentally fell down the stairs.
　　Soon, he found that his head was wrapped in gauze and his arms were in plaster. He wanted to get up in a daze and panic, but Gu Fei held his shoulders, “Don’t move around, you fell from the stairs, you hurt yourself!” To the head and arms.”
　　Then, he raised the bed a little higher.
　　”How did you get hurt so badly…” Lin Qingyan opened his mouth, only to realize that his voice was very dry, revealing weakness and panic, “Brother Fei, what time is it now?”
　　”That night.” Gu Fei poured a glass of warm water and handed it to the young man’s mouth, and personally fed him a few sips before asking warmly, “Are you hungry? Is there something uncomfortable? Does your head still hurt?”
　　Lin Qingyan didn’t want to care about these issues at all, her brows and eyes were full of anxiety and panic, “Brother Fei, the performance is going to be performed tomorrow, I can’t stay here, I want to go back!”
　　He struggled to get out of bed.
　　Gu Fei quickly pressed him down, and he was afraid of hurting the wound, so he hugged him directly in his arms and said the cruel words to Lin Qingyan: “Yan Yan, you can’t participate in tomorrow’s performance, your Injuries are not allowed.”
　　”It’s okay, I don’t hurt at all, I really don’t hurt…”
　　Gu Fei’s eyes were a little red, he looked down at the restless and struggling person in his arms, and said almost cautiously: “Yan Yan, your arm is broken, the doctor said it will take at least two months to heal.”
　　So, not only can I not participate in tomorrow’s performance, but I can’t continue the recording after that, two months… this show is coming to an end.
　　”Why…” Lin Qingyan gave up struggling and hugged the man’s waist tightly with her uninjured left hand.
　　His eye sockets gradually turned red, and his eyes were wet. His choked up voice revealed pessimism and despair, “Is it really impossible? Why did you have to get hurt at this time…”
