Chapter 30 "I Love Myself in the Crack"

After Jing Zhe passed, the temperature in the entire north has risen a lot, and the clothes sent by the brand have gradually become unwearable.

Over time, there were always red rashes on the shoulders. Xiao Chen prescribed some medicine for him, but he fished for three days with Yi for two days and dried the nets.

When it was noon, the position of the shoulder near the collarbone was a little itchy, Sui Yi restrained it, and instead of reaching out to scratch, he grabbed the phone.

Bai Yan has stopped talking since he sent a series of links, and Sui Yi skipped those videos on purpose. He felt that he probably couldn't explain this to Bai Yan through information, so he had to post some innocuous words every day.

"What do you have for lunch?" Sui Yi stepped on the chair with one foot, resting her chin on her knee, and sent out the first question of the day.

The opposite side of the chat box seemed to have lost contact, and there was no movement.

"Do you want to drink mung bean soup?" Sui Yi scratched her hair and asked again.

Xiao Chen seemed to bounce off the sofa in the lounge and said angrily, "Oh, don't move your hair, please boss!"

Sui Yi stared at the screen of her phone, put her hand back, and raised her head again after a while: "Chen."

"What's the matter, boss!" Xiao Chen felt that his work pressure had disappeared recently, and he thought that he must go for psychological counseling on the next rest day.

"Give me some mung bean soup." Sui Yi said.

Xiao Chen looked away numbly and turned on his phone to place an order.

"Is there anything else nearby?" Sui Yi frowned again in dissatisfaction, "Why are these things in exchange?"

"No, why don't I do it?" Xiao Chen resigned himself to the transfer of money to the shopkeeper, "It would be nice if someone picked it up in the wilderness."

Sui Yi lowered her head to look at her phone, noncommittal.

Xiao Chen looked at him, opened the file in his phone and handed it to Suiyi, and said, "Xiaoyi's script for the next issue, can you take a look, boss?"

"You'll be fine."

Xiao Chen's hand was stuck in the air, and his tone was very sad: "Boss, Sister Zhen let you see it and give me some advice."

Sui Yi took a breath, took the phone and started to look at each other. Xiao Chen said quietly on the side, "Boss, Sister Zhen said that you are a person who is prepared for a rainy day and is prepared for danger in times of safety."

Sui Yi heard something else and glanced at her.

Xiao Chen immediately fell silent.

Sui Yi smiled not very emotionally, and asked her, "You like to help Sister Zhen take care of me recently?"

Xiao Chen shook his head, took the phone back, closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Sui Yi regained her expressionless face, picked up the notebook at hand and glanced at it again, two or three lines requested by the sponsor were deepened by the red highlighter, looking like a puddle of stains.

Sui Yi lowered her head and looked at it for a while, then memorized these words. After reciting, she counted the number of times, thinking about cutting out the expenses of transportation, hotels and stylists. These words are probably worth tens of thousands of yuan. .

He wandered around for a while, and lowered his head to play with his mobile phone impatiently.

The door of the lounge rang twice, and the staff in charge of the event pushed open the door with a puffy face, obviously because of the event, he hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

Sui Yi turned the phone to mute, and after thinking about it, he still didn't hand it to Xiao Chen. A new reminder popped out silently. He pulled out his hand and opened it, seeing Bai Yan's stern message.

Twenty-six-year-old Bai Yan has not changed from his college days. He can't pretend not to know if he has received help and benefits. Even if it is useless, he should say thank you.

[Bai: Thank you for the mung bean soup. ]

It's like Xie mung bean soup instead of Sui Yi.

With a smile, she put her phone in the inner pocket of her suit.

Going back and forth, the moment Bai Yan took over the new script, the word popped into his mind, the endless reality show script and the performance selection that sounded indistinguishable, there were fewer and fewer players around the big screen, plus The mung bean soup sent by the executive director was exactly the same as that of the previous selections, and the surroundings seemed to be caught in some kind of weird, ghost-beating show.

Bai Yan felt strange that the individual player group had changed to a new screenwriter. He wanted to ask Gu Dong what was going on, but he didn't see her for several days, and he didn't have her contact information, so he gave up.

When the weather just warmed up, it was very comfortable to drink mung bean soup. Bai Yan sat cross-legged on the carpet and wrapped the paper cup of mung bean soup with his legs.

The new script is more than half thinner than the previous three rounds. The lines of the new screenwriter are much more normal, and the parts of the blockbuster White Banquet are marked in bold for free play.

Bai Yan quickly read the script and waited for the executive director to announce the grouping method.

Yi Shengqing and the other two contestants have been away from Qinhuangdao for a whole week, and it is said that they are shooting several commercials agreed at the beginning.

The people who were not present were divided into three groups by themselves. Yi Shengqing was the leader of the vocal group. Bai Yan took the paper from the executive director and turned it over. It was a dance. He looked at the blackboard a little irritably. The name of the dance group is Li Xiujie.

The contestant sitting next to him picked up the rap, with giving up written all over his face, and said to himself, "It's the same everywhere, I can't do anything!"

After Bai Yan heard this, he nodded in approval. Anyway, he didn't know anything, and it was the same in which group.

It's not always possible to sing all the time.

He flattened the paper cup of mung bean soup and threw it into the trash can next to it.

"Yi Shengqing has a three-round vocal group." Someone from behind started talking blatantly.

A very soft voice said: "Sorry, the crown prince is still the crown prince, and he will be enthroned even if he does not vote."

"I ask every day, what exactly does Suiyi like about him, and you want to hold him like this?" Someone sighed.

The person who asked the question first smiled and said, "It's better than you anyway. If you don't like him, could he like you?"

"...The more you talk about it, the more outrageous you are. Could it be that Suiyi really likes men?" Some contestants showed a horrified expression.

"Anyway, I haven't heard him talk to the woman."

The contestant exclaimed: "I'm so stupid, then I have to stay away from him!"

"Laughing to death, save your life, Yi Shengqing is the only one who favors him, who are you?" The person next to him gave him a shove.

"Love, I'm chasing after the show."

Bai Yan was sitting not far away, with no expression on his face, he suddenly felt that the grouping paper in his hand was light, as if it was about to float away.

He regained his senses and clenched the paper in his hand.

After the executive director finished sorting things, he turned a deaf ear to the discussions around him, stood up straight and clapped his hands, showing a business-like smile: "After the group is divided, you can go to the practice room to find a teaching assistant, and the teaching assistant will show you the new songs first. "

"Also, today is Sunday. The latest content will be broadcast tonight. If you are interested, you can watch it in the lobby at night!"

Bai Yan felt that he only stayed in the hall for a while. The clock hanging in the middle of the hall pointed to seven o'clock. The staff who looked equally tired were pulling the dining cart to the hall like a delivery.

The electronic screen was transferred to Northern Satellite TV, and the official drinks at the beginning of the program were Yi Shengqing and Li Xiujie. The two of them looked like humans from different planets in front of the camera, and then raised their drinks jerky and clinked glasses.

Bai Yan had seen this clip on Weibo. Under the related Weibo of Sui Yi and Yi Shengqing, some fans posted video screenshots in the comments and shouted for peerless love. He probably understood the fans' intentions.

It is nothing more than wanting to tell others euphemistically that Sui Yi and Yi Shengqing are not familiar with each other, Bai Yan thought so.

The opening is the stage of the vocal grass group. The song is only one and a half minutes long, and most of the shots are pushed to Bai Yan's face.

He was not used to looking at his huge face on the electronic screen, and his voice was over-edited, and some were full and distorted.

But fortunately the song is still good, Bai Yan suddenly thought, if Sui Yi sang this sentence "I love myself in the gap", what would it feel like.

Jane Annie commented two sentences. The CD's question and Bai Yan's rather dazzling answer at the time were all cut off. The screen entered the next set of performances. Yi Shengqing stood at the position where Bai Yan was just now, and the lights became brighter. some.

This group is a fast song, the style of lighting has changed twice, and it ends with the atmosphere of dry ice.

Yi Shengqing stood in the middle with the microphone and waited for the host to ask questions. Bai Yan remembered that he had already ended at that time and rested in the background with the whole group.

"What do you think of the tutor?" The host asked with a smile on the screen.

Sui Yi's face was beaten white by the light, she looked expressionless, and then said gently, "I'm very satisfied."

Bai Yan was stunned, the expression on his face was empty.

The scene of Suiyi passed quickly, and he stayed there for a long time, carefully recalling the expression, tone and posture of Suiyi when he said this.

This is indeed what Bai Yan said to the vocal grass group. I am very satisfied. Bai Yan thought about it for a long time and raised his head to find the reactions of the people around him.

Almost all of the vocal grass group were individual players, and only one other person entered the next round with Bai Yan.

He searched for the players of the same group in the corner, and was staring calmly at the electronic screen in the hall.

Bai Yan pursed his lips and said nothing.

At the end of the show, there was a very scribbled and hasty elimination clip. A bunch of people were hugging each other on the stage. In the corner, you could see Gosga's half-flat head, and Bai Yan's hand raised as much as possible, a little helpless. .

The lunch boxes for dinner were placed in front of the contestants one by one. Mushrooms, rapeseed and stir-fried pork with green peppers were squeezed into an unsightly shape in a transparent plastic box, and slumped over the oily rice.

Bai Yan suddenly felt a little disgusted, put the disposable chopsticks on the lunch box, and stopped moving.

The contestant next to him opened the boxed lunch without paying much attention, still looking at the screen, he picked up the meal with a big mouth.

Bai Yan felt a panic in his heart, feeling that everything around him was unreal, and a strange and unbalanced feeling enveloped him, making him breathless.

The moment the program trailer was broadcast, the executive director turned off the screen, so as not to let other colleagues on the same TV station earn more ratings.

"Everyone go back and rest early." The executive director put down the remote control and said with a serious face.

It was a long time after the lights were turned off, but Bai Yan still didn't fall asleep. He lay on his back on the bed and stared at him. The players in the top bunk had already packed up and left Qinhuangdao, leaving only a few gaps between the boards.

He looked at the ceiling through the gap and became more conscious.

Bai Yan stared blankly at the wood grains, took out his phone and checked the time.

He flipped through the chat records with Suiyi again, and the news was not frequent, so he couldn't see anything.

Then he opened Weibo and searched for news randomly. First, he searched Suiyi, and then watched a few clips of his collaboration with female singers during the Spring Festival Gala.

The sound was a bit loud, and the snoring contestant turned over before he reacted and set the phone to silent mode.

Watching silent films in a dead, dark night is a bit uncomfortable. Bai Yan moved his hand and typed the names of Sui Yi and Yi Shengqing in the search bar.

There are many videos of the two of them in the past, the most popular is Sui Yi's first time taking Yi Shengqing on a variety show.

More than a year ago, Yi Shengqing was very young. He followed Suiyi and walked onto the stage embarrassedly. He was not very good at speaking. Before raising the microphone, Suiyi would help him for a long time.

Bai Yan's eyes were a little sore, and he accidentally let go. The phone fell and hit his face, causing some pain.

He stuffed the phone back into the quilt, and vaguely recalled Sui Yi in the video for a while.

A little different from before, too mild.

Bringing Yi Shengqing to the stage looks like calling him to class when he was in college, and when he ends with Yi Shengqing, it is exactly the same as answering questions for himself in class.

His nose, along with his chest cavity, became very sour, and there was a sponge soaked in salt water in his throat, which swelled little by little until he couldn't make a sound.

Bai Yan noticed that he had shed a few tears, and then fell asleep unconsciously.

The next day was woken up by the player management, Bai Yan's eyes were slightly astringent, and he vaguely felt a headache.

The executive director impatiently called people at the door of the dormitory area, and several screenwriters and player management jumped up and down to call people to get up.

Several entrances to the studio building were sealed off, leaving only the one closest to the eastern parking lot, where people with cameras on their backs crowded along the fence.

Bai Yan walked out of the corridor with hazy eyes, facing the black nanny car that drove in from the east gate.

The security guard standing on the side of the road trotted open the car door, followed Yi across the steps at the bottom of the car, and got out of the car easily.

Bai Yan stood there, feeling his heart pounding non-stop.

The screams and the shutter sound alternately sounded, and the atmosphere was so restless that he wanted to get in and shout Suiyi's name along with the crowd.

Or just take a look, Bai Yan stopped in a daze.

The nanny's car stopped steadily, and another person passed the security guard and got out of the car from the back row.

Yi Shengqing trotted a few steps, kept up with Sui Yi's speed, and walked half a meter behind him.

The voice in Bai Yan's heart stopped abruptly, and an indescribable, heavy negative emotion replaced the name Sui Yi that was already in his throat.

He felt that his heart was so sour that it was like being caught by a sharp weapon, and he didn't seem to be able to express this feeling, so he could only stand there in silence for a while, and calmly turned his head to find the staff who organized the recording.

Bai Yan walked back dumbly, and out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the back of his hand, pale with black blood vessels, and he didn't look angry.

sore hand