Chapter 46 “You have been in touch since you followed”
byChapter 46 "You've been in touch since you followed"
The backstage was crowded with props and costumes from the rehearsal, and the executive director brought the contestants into the preparation room.
In the preparation room were 20 representatives of fans, waiting with anticipation for their idols to recognize their relatives.
Bai Yan saw Yuan Yuan at a glance and waved to her.
Yuan Yuan trotted over and fiddled with Bai Yan's arm as if to confirm something. While scanning it with the naked eye, he said, "It doesn't look thin, it's okay."
"Like piglets every day." Bai Yan said, "Let's have our lunch on time every day."
"Does your foot still hurt?" Yuan Yuan looked at him with concern, "I asked me casually."
"...Why did you tell her." Bai Yan showed a reluctant expression, "This kind of private matter."
Yuan Yuan looked at him disapprovingly, and organized the language for a while before implementing the education: "What is a private matter, do you know how much I love you? I asked you if I was worried about you."
"Oh." Bai Yan touched his head, touched the sticky hairspray on his hair, and shrank back.
"This elder sister is really good to you, I'll tell you when you finish the game." Yuan Yuan handed over a thermos cup and looked very vigilant: "I brought it in secretly, you will go backstage quietly later, Quietly……"
Bai Yan was a little helpless, and the executive director stopped him as soon as he took the cup: "Bai Yan and the support club, come here."
Yuan Yuan responded eagerly, and dragged Bai Yan to the edge of the already arranged red carpet.
The logos of the program group were ordered on several giant decorative columns, with continuous, somewhat crowded bouquets on both sides, and a silver and white carpet on the ground, leading to the black signature wall on the opposite side.
"I'll call my name here for a while, and come out when it's time for you, then." The executive director of the scene was a man with a beard, and his face was seriously hooking Bai Yan's arm, making him look like a bird. : "Then! Fans come out holding each other's hands and follow the rhythm of the music, elegant, understand?"
Bai Yan looked at him in shock, and after a while, Yuan Yuan hesitated and said, "Don't hold me, okay?"
"It's okay, look at you." Beard smiled.
Bai Yan took back his expression and followed Yuan Yuan in the back row waiting. The phone in his pocket suddenly rang, attracting side glances.
Bai Yan glanced at the number and hung up. It was Suiyi's number that he had just deleted the remarks a few days ago.
Yuan Yuan followed the voice and looked away from him, glanced at the stage again, and said thoughtfully, "Have you been in touch since you followed?"
"What?" The director's irritable voice came from the audio equipment, but Bai Yan couldn't hear it clearly and turned to look at her.
"Didn't I just call you just now?" Yuan Yuan felt strange and pointed to the mobile phone he was holding.
"Whatever?" Bai Yan looked at her blankly.
Yuan Yuan's eyes became suspicious: "You really don't know or it's fake, it's a random domestic number. She sometimes uses this mobile phone to send messages to me when she returns to the country. The phone number is in Beijing. The last number is the fake birthday on your ID card, I can't remember it wrong..."
Several absurd perceptions popped up, Bai Yan was stunned in place, and his expression became a little indescribable. Yuan Yuan's voice was very soft, and was drowned out by the huge background sound from time to time. In front of him.
Bai Yan lowered his voice amid the noise and asked, "Are you familiar with Casual? Which one is his Weibo?"
There are six fans in this name who are not stable online, and often repost some new content of Bai Yan in the middle of the night.
Yuan Yuan opened her homepage: "She is usually abroad, and the online is not stable."
"Well." Bai Yan took it over calmly, starting from his profile.
"Normally speaking, she doesn't speak much, but she is very rich." Yuan Yuan explained seriously, "Before the first performance, the support club had no money, and she bought everything."
There are only two names in the casual watch list, one is the official blog of only2019, and the other is Bai Yan.
Several topics have been followed, and Bai Yan stretched out his slightly trembling hand and clicked on his topic list.
The most active super talk recently is Bai Yan's personal super talk. The super talk that often pay attention to is a cp super talk called 100. Bai Yan's thoughts haven't reacted yet, so he subconsciously opens this super talk.
The top of the topic is him and the random photo. There are several mosaic players between the two. It seems that it was taken during the filming of the reality show during the Chinese New Year.
"Hey!" Yuan Yuan stopped, but did not block Bai Yan's hand, and explained randomly: "Hey, she has been the CP of Shen Mi and Sui Yi for a while, and Xixi said that you hate this person very much, and this is arbitrary. "
Bai Yan's head drooped and he didn't speak.
"Originally, other fans were a little concerned, but she said that Suiyi was a mentor and there was no competition. Plus she was really able to spend money, and everyone didn't worry about her climbing the wall, so she was left to her." Yuan Yuan explained, An expression that was afraid of Bai Yan's anger.
"How much did he pay me?" Bai Yan's expression became ugly, and he asked with a bit of a nasal voice.
"A lot." Yuan Yuan looked at him cautiously: "What's wrong with you, Lao Bai."
Bai Yan ignored her question and asked stubbornly, "How much did he spend and did a lot of things?"
"I don't know the specifics. I have to ask the financial team of the support club, but she did all the cheering on your birthday." Yuan Yuan said, "She planned the outdoor screen that lights up your name. Yes, she was the only one in contact throughout the whole process..."
Bai Yan held her cell phone, looking like she was about to cry with her head down.
"Hey Lao Bai, what's wrong with you..." Yuan Yuan was frightened by his sudden depression, "If you don't like me, let her stop doing it in the future, don't do this, don't scare me."
As soon as the words fell, the executive director brought the fans to co-ordinate to chase people, and shouted into the loudspeaker: "The support club, the support club, go back to the auditorium first! Assemble now! Immediately leave!"
Yuan Yuan couldn't wait for him to speak, so she picked up her mobile phone and turned around and left: "Remember to eat what's in the cup, just do whatever your sister instructs."
Bai Yan had his mobile phone taken away, woke up from this heavy discovery, stumblingly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and searched for Sui Yi's trumpet according to his memory.
The system intelligently reminded him that he had communicated with this person. Bai Yan opened the dialog box and saw the conversation record during the New Year's Eve.
[Only2019-Bai Yan: Hello, thank you for your support during this time, and thank you for taking care of Yuanyuan so much. I shouldn't be able to get a good ranking. You take care of yourself and don't have to pay me to vote. I hope this incident will not affect your life, I wish you all the best. ]
Sui Yi should be the kind of person who is high-spirited, will do whatever she wants, and will do whatever she wants.
At least in Bai Yan's heart, he didn't want Sui Yi to be associated with his trivial games, these were not labels that belonged to him.
Bai Yan's heart was very sour, and there was no way to calm it down. Over time, it turned into a dazed and restless anxiety, as if standing in the heavy rain, the surrounding water droplets were heavy and urgent, wrapping him in the white mist, everything. Can't see clearly.
He suddenly realized that Sui Yi had done a lot for him, and then in this truth, he was dizzy due to lack of oxygen, and the heart in his chest seemed to be heaving up and down rapidly due to stress. Bai Yan tried hard to calm down, raised his hands vainly and said: " I want to go to the bathroom."
The toilet in the backstage was a bit messy, leaving a lot of footprints left by people coming and going. Bai Yan found a cubicle and locked the door before opening Suiyi's homepage generously.
The six most frequently interacted accounts are not the show group or the White Banquet Support Club, but a personal account that updates pictures and essays every day, called Gudonggudonghey.
Bai Yan's thinking couldn't be clearer. She clicked on Gudong's homepage. She stopped updating half a month ago, probably because of her dismissal.
Suiyi likes to forward her small compositions, all of them talk about the fetters and entanglements between Bai Yan and Suiyi. The latest one is about how Bai Yan performed Suiyi's songs in public performances. The last sentence is a customary shout. : This degree of fit, I can think that this is a song written by Sui 1 for Bai Yan!
Sui Yi reposted this content at 4:00 in the morning, with the same text as most of the fans who reposted: "Agree."
Bai Yan looked at these two words, and felt that the sour feeling in his heart became more turbulent. He seemed to think that when Sui Yi typed these two words, it was probably a late work day. In the commercial car that arrived, it whizzed past the elevated overhead with few vehicles, and clicked forward while yawning so sleepily.
The contestant coordinator called outside the bathroom door and notified all contestants to wait for the car after 20 minutes.
Bai Yan only felt that he didn't have the heart to take this into consideration. He had a huge secret in his heart, which eroded his chest a little bit.
There was also the sound of the door opening and closing, and Bai Yan dialed the phone without hesitation.
Sui Yi picked it up almost immediately, and the environment on both sides was very quiet.
After a while, Sui Yi said, "Xiao Bai?"
Bai Yan pouted and shed a tear silently.
"Are you in rehearsal?" Sui Yi waited for a while, but didn't hear him say, "Is it inconvenient to speak?"
"Yeah." Bai Yan replied softly.
"I've arrived in Beijing." Sui Yi relaxed, "I only said yesterday that there will be a meeting today, and I'll be there in a while."
"Yeah." Bai Yan touched his face and touched some foundation that was soaked in tears.
"I'll see you at night." Sui Yi seemed to be comforting him, but also seemed to be talking to herself, "See you that night."
Bai Yan hummed, and hung up the phone cooperatively. He realized something else with hindsight. Sui Yi's tone was brisk, but there was a feeling of ignoring his ears and pretending to be brisk.
It sounds a little tired, but tiredness seems to be his normal state, Bai Yan thought over and over again, and pushed the door open with such a hard feeling.
He suppressed and cried in the bathroom for a while, and then he felt a little out of strength when he returned to the backstage.
The thermos cup Yuan Yuan gave him was hidden behind the chair, Bai Yan cheered up for a while, opened the thermos cup and prepared to eat secretly under the director's nose.
In the thermos cup is unfrozen mung bean soup, as if it just came out of the pot not long ago.
"It is said that it will be very late today, remember to eat what is in the cup." Yuan Yuanlin's words jumped out when he left the stage, "Whatever my sister ordered."
Bai Yan's eye circles were dyed pink by the sourness that rushed to his head. He raised his head and took a sip when someone patted his shoulder.
The stylist stood behind him with a shiny face, and said reluctantly, "Finish your makeup, don't rub your face, okay?"
Bai Yan stared at himself on the screen, and his face was already mottled.
"Is there something on your mind?" The stylist was holding a puff to fill up his foundation. "I think you guys are under a lot of pressure. There was another one who was throwing up over there just now."
Bai Yan pretended to be doing something, and looked at his voice absentmindedly. Luo Yao from the rap group was squatting beside the door with a gray face, carrying a plastic bag.
"It's too hard, look at you." The stylist sighed with emotion, wiped off the foundation on Bai Yan's cuffs, and patted him on the back: "It's your turn."
The executive director called his name from the door, his voice as calm as a machine.
Bai Yan walked over and saw Yuan Yuan standing outside the other door. She put on stage makeup and looked very grand.
When finally walking on the red carpet, Yuan Yuan still did not follow the suggestion of the bearded brother, and only walked forward side by side with Bai Yan.
In fact, the silver-white red carpet is very long, and it takes three turns around the makeshift venue to reach the end.
The first corner is a black signature wall. Bai Yan took the pen in Yuan Yuan's hand and wrote a white character not fluently.
At the second corner stood a few half-height children, holding a bamboo basket with petals in their hands, and they kept spreading the petals out for a while. The children's hands were small, and they could only throw a few pieces at a time. In the live broadcast It seems that the fun outweighs the beauty.
"Damn it, does it look like marriage?" Yuan Yuan covered her mouth and spoke, her voice so small that Bai Yan thought it was an illusion.
"It's fortunate that I didn't hold your hand, so I shouldn't be scolded to death by fans?" Yuan Yuan added, "But this feels so strange, I think I'm like your father, sending you to your other half."
Bai Yan glanced at her and said nothing.
Yuan Yuan thought about it for a while, but also felt that it was wrong: "Okay, you are my father."
The third corner leads from the outdoors to the indoor stage. The three-meter-high decorative door is manually controlled by several staff members, blocking the outdoor red carpet and the indoor stage.
Bai Yan and Yuan Yuan walked to the door, and the people on both sides pulled the door open.
The main color of the stage is ice blue, and the stage lights are cold-colored white light, which is very complicated on the stage. Sui Yi wears a black suit sponsored by the brand and stands at the center of the stage.
A few players who had entered the field and looked tired stood next to him, making him even more gleaming.
Bai Yan was stunned for a while, and then heard Yuan Yuan complain unabashedly: "How come you can do whatever you want on stage? I'm speechless, it really looks like I'm getting married now."
Sui Yi looked at him from a distance, his expression was always flat, and there was a slight smile in the corners of his eyes.
In a trance, Bai Yan had the illusion that a butterfly was flapping its wings in the palm of his hand, and the palm of his hand and his chest were itchy.
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