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Chapter 49 "He committed suicide"
Chapter 49 "He committed suicide"
Sui Yi took the backpack in his hand as usual, and walked back like he was running away.
Bai Yan secretly took his things away, and bowed his head with a guilty conscience and followed the person in front of him.
"What about the things I put here?" Suiyi felt something was wrong the moment the lights were turned on. The dormitory was clean and tidy, as if it had been cleaned up.
"..." Bai Yan froze for a few seconds, ready to confess and be lenient.
"If you lose it, you will lose it." Sui Yi closed the door in a hurry, and the door lock dropped with a crisp movement.
Bai Yan sat quietly on the chair in front of the desk for a while, showing a cautious expression, and said in a difficult tone, "Suyi."
"Ah?" Sui Yi reluctantly flipped through things, several stacks of papers were lifted, and the entire desktop became messy again.
"Squad leader." Bai Yan shouted again, but was silent again.
"What's wrong?" Sui Yi irritably pushed the thing back to its original place.
Bai Yan's heartbeat quickened, jumping up and down with a little thought.
"When I went to the crew a few days ago, You Cheng came to visit the class." Bai Yan hesitated for a while, but started from the beginning: "His friend was looking for someone to do an episode of a TV series recently, and he asked me if you were interested."
Sui Yi frowned subconsciously: "Why didn't he ask me?"
"..." Bai Yan bent down uncomfortably to change his shoes, and lied fluently: "It just happened to happen."
"Oh." Sui Yi lowered her eyes and sat in a chair in a daze.
Bai Yan rubbed his fingers: "I met Brother Li on the road yesterday."
Sui Yi's brows tightened again: "Which brother Li?"
"Li Shen." Bai Yan turned around and pretended to be packing: "I met him on the road."
"Oh."
Bai Yan turned on the air conditioner, and the air conditioner hit the top of the two people's heads: "He said that several singers in the bar have opened accounts on the Internet, and one of them is going well, and he doesn't plan to continue singing in the bar."
"I read a lot too." Bai Yan observed his reaction from the corner of his eye, and asked casually, "I just wanted to ask, do you think about it..."
Sui Yi's expression changed, as if he was suppressing something, and his voice trembled: "You don't need to do this."
Bai Yan's fingers clenched tightly and said, "I think this model is very new. It seems that there are many candidates. You can also..."
"No." Sui Yi's face darkened, and she moved uncomfortably, and there was a thorn on the floor of the stool.
Bai Yan closed his mouth in a trance, unable to continue, and smiled reluctantly.
Sui Yi saw Bai Yan smile, and the depression in his heart dissipated a little. He was actually a little depressed and a little nervous, but he was neither willing to admit his panic, nor to face the fact that he didn't actually figure it out.
The atmosphere was dull for a while, Bai Yan stood on the spot at a loss, watching Sui Yi without speaking.
Sui Yi refused to make more eye contact, hurriedly opened the sliding door of the balcony, and rushed in to wash.
Bai Yan moved, moved to the door, and looked at him from the mirror on the sink.
Sui Yi roughly wiped her face a few times, flicked the water droplets from her hands, and cast a questioning look at Bai Yan in the mirror.
Bai Yan just stared at him directly. He couldn't tell whether he was worried or confused. After a while, he smiled hard again: "Rest early."
"Okay." Sui Yi gave a positive answer.
The thick clouds floating in the sky shifted slightly, and the faint moonlight shone down.
Not long after, Yu Cheng asked Bai Yan to have dinner in a restaurant with average taste and a bit outrageous price. He only said that he had a producer friend he knew.
The reason why he invited himself is of course needless to say, Bai Yan hesitated for a while, but brought Sui Yi's manuscript with him.
You Cheng was sitting very relaxedly on the sofa for rest in the box. The LCD TV and karaoke station were both turned on. Even though the meal had not yet started, it created an illusion of activity after a full meal.
"Bai Yan!" You Cheng grabbed his hand and brought him to the sofa.
Bai Yan smiled politely, and grabbed his hand calmly.
The producer sitting with his arms outstretched was very young, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and looked at him politely: "Director Xu mentioned you."
Bai Yan reacted for a while before realizing that he was talking about Xu Wuyou, and nodded awkwardly.
Xu Wuyou rarely speaks on the set, and has fewer conversations with Bai Yan. He probably felt that he couldn't use the actors Xu Wuyou used to promote himself, so he had to keep smiling.
"My boyfriend." You Cheng pressed against his ear, his voice so soft that it was barely audible.
Bai Yan turned his head and looked at him a little surprised.
"If you have a request, feel free to mention it." You Cheng's eyes crooked with a smile, reminding Bai Yan of a TV series he watched with the dean in the orphanage a long time ago. So carefree.
Bai Yan's eyes showed a little gratitude, and after thinking for a while, he said, "I have a friend who made some songs, and You Cheng said that you also bought some songs for interludes."
"Oh?" The producer of the gold-rimmed glasses knew clearly, "You are selling songs! You are a classmate of You Cheng, and I thought you wanted to film."
Bai Yan was stunned for a while, then understood for a while: "Well, it's mainly songs. In fact, I've only made one movie."
You Cheng couldn't help laughing, as if being amused by him, he took Bai Yan's shoulder: "Aiya, Bai, don't be so nervous, just chat and relax."
"Okay." Bai Yan froze his back, hesitated for a few seconds, but still did not hand over Suiyi's music account.
"I feel like you are quite photogenic, why didn't you consider filming?" The producer took out a cigarette from his pocket and bit it.
Bai Yan thought for a while: "I also considered it."
The producer got angry and asked him with a smile: "Singing songs or filming, there must be priority. You can only pick one, which one to pick?"
"Song." Bai Yan said, looking at him with a serious expression: "His songs are very good."
The producer laughed a few times, and You Cheng sighed again: "I feel the comradeship."
"Thank you, teacher." Bai Yan searched in his mind the interpersonal exchanges he had seen, and nodded after learning from some staff members.
"He will remember, don't be so polite!" You Cheng was embarrassed by his attitude and patted Bai Yan on the shoulder.
The door of the box was lightly knocked a few times, and You Cheng put away his quivering face with laughter and called out.
A few waiters walked in with dishes in one hand and served the dishes coldly like robots. Finally, a girl in a modified cheongsam walked in and introduced the dishes vividly.
You Cheng was probably in a good mood. He pointed to a few dishes and commented on them one by one. His voice was much softer than usual, and he shouted coquettishly which dishes to eat.
The producer was not as slick as before, patiently turning the glass plate on the round table, holding him the same way.
Bai Yan listened to these foods flying all over the world, his thoughts were flying around, and the suspense in his heart intensified.
When the show was over, the producer left a business card for Bai Yan, and said with a serious face that you were welcome.
Bai Yan took it over and thanked a little reluctantly.
You Cheng hugged him flamboyantly at the gate of the restaurant, and whispered in Bai Yan's ear: "Bai, don't frown, everything will be fine."
"Yeah." Bai Yan closed his eyes, hugged him with his backhand, and then walked slowly to the nearby bus stop.
The food from the four continents in the restaurant was actually not delicious. Bai Yan was very confused, and he didn't eat two chopsticks.
But compared to being hungry, there are too many things at the moment that make him rarely upset.
The first is that Sui Yi is in a very poor state with the naked eye. He doesn't know how to comfort him, and he doesn't know how to protect his sensitivity and self-esteem. Bai Yan thought about it, and then glanced back at the car that You Cheng was in.
Besides, he couldn't do much, he couldn't leave a business card like a producer with gold-rimmed glasses, and he didn't even think about what he could do.
If he had to give any answer in the year of graduation, Bai Yan only hoped that Sui Yi would go smoothly.
There are trolleys selling snacks on the side of the platform, and there are some pancakes that seem to be cold. Bai Yan glanced at it and gave up the idea of โโcrowding the bus with pancakes.
Lace News arrived at the Northern Film Academy earlier than the bus that required a transfer.
The photos of Bai Yan popped up on the timely feeds of some websites, to be precise, Yu Cheng and his photo. The restaurant sign that he saw three hours ago was mosaicked, and only Yu Cheng occupied the center of the whole picture. On the side are the producers who are very close and the white banquet who seems to be passing by.
The media described the relationship between You Cheng and him as classmates, adding fuel to the fire and saying a few words to clear up the previous suspicion, and then spent most of the space explaining what happened when the two of them were casting Xu Wuyou, as if it was really a matter of life and death.
Bai Yan reluctantly closed the news page, and a certain sense of powerlessness that came from his childhood came up again.
The phone vibrated, indicating that the bank card had a new account.
Bai Yan clenched the armrest with one hand, and opened the bank backstage, which was not very smooth, with the other hand to confirm the final amount of the remuneration.
The bus was mixed with gasoline and body odor. It turned a corner at the intersection closest to the Northern Film Academy. The people in the bus swayed to one side with inertia. Outside the dirty window of the bus, there was a film of No. 89, white and white. bungalow.
Bai Yan's stomach grumbled a few times, and a disgusting feeling rose from his throat. He squeezed towards the back door while braking and decelerating, and got out of the car ahead of schedule.
After being put into operation, the park is still very orderly. The exterior facade is as white as a day for two years, and there are very few people. The flowers and plants on both sides of the sidewalk are well maintained.
Bai Yan stood at the site, stared blankly for a while at the creative and thoughtful gate No. 89, and walked in involuntarily.
The wall of No. 89 is not high, but it inexplicably isolates the noisy noise of Student Street. The entrances of each small building are staggered, and the wooden doors with foggy glass look unreliable. On the side is a painted wrought iron street lamp, with a small piece of iron hanging on it, engraved with the number of each door.
The whole park is so peaceful that it makes people feel at ease, like a small vacuum area cut out in the middle of the city.
Sui Yi saw the news of You Cheng and Bai Yan's meal in the class group.
He was so annoyed by the class guide that he had just finished editing the new announcement in the group, when someone who was on the internet every day sent a link in, saying, "After a month, someone in our class is on the news again, or Gotta travel!"
Several people appeared in the group, lining up to boast about the tour.
After waiting for ten minutes, You Cheng did not speak, nor did Bai Yan speak.
Sui Yi frowned and scanned their chat records, then clicked on the news link. After researching for a while, he realized that it was on a certain street in the city center. Driving east for ten minutes was the most beautiful place for the little girl in the class. Lafayette, who likes to go, is next door to a courtyard.
You Cheng invited Bai Yan to eat a cheap meal. After Sui Yi realized this, the uncomfortable feeling became stronger.
He zoomed in on the picture again, and saw the people in suits beside You Cheng, who were not the same age as them, probably the manager of You Cheng.
Sui Yi ruffled a few hairs, feeling so irritable.
He wanted to call Bai Yan, but he felt that there was no reason. After breaking the tips of two pencils, Bai Yan grabbed the key and pushed open the door of the dormitory, looking at him in surprise: "Are you at home?"
Sui Yi was stunned for a moment, and Bai Yan said again, "I mean, why are you in the dormitory?"
"I have nothing to do today." Sui Yi touched her nose, "The class guide told me not to go there."
"Okay." Bai Yan's body and hands were empty, and he threw the key back into the plastic box in front of the desk.
The weather in the evening was good, and the shadows of books were hanging around outside the balcony. The sultry atmosphere of midsummer had disappeared. It happened to be the most comfortable time in Beijing between summer and autumn.
"Why did you eat with You Cheng?" Sui Yi tried her best to hide her dissatisfaction.
Bai Yan seemed to be caught doing something bad, and hesitated for a few seconds: "He recommended me for an interview before, and this time too."
"Oh." Suiyi skipped his not-so-convincing explanation and said casually, "Are you hungry? Are you going to eat?"
"I'm hungry." Bai Yan said sincerely, staring at the sunset that filled the room.
"Let's go then." Sui Yi avoided his eyes and opened the door of the dormitory again.
Outside the door is a dry and quiet corridor. The non-existent haze seems to have completely disappeared, leaving only the sunset that was cut into squares by the window frames.
Bai Yan tugged at the hem of Sui Yi's clothes and repeated, "I'm hungry."
Sui Yi changed one hand to grab the phone and the other to hold Bai Yan.
The phone rang, and the caller alerted anxiously that the caller was Yucheng. Sui Yi frowned in doubt, but answered the phone anyway.
Opposite is a very young female voice: "It's OK, it's OK."
"Hello?" Sui Yi didn't feel well.
"Do you know You Cheng? It's the actor. I think the note he gave you is the squad leader." The nurse asked cautiously.
"What is wrong with me?"
The nurse hesitated for a while and said, "You Cheng is not in a good condition now. He is in the hospital for emergency treatment and needs someone to come over. He only has the phone numbers of his manager and a few classmates. I want to ask if it is inconvenient for you to let the teacher contact him parents."
Sui Yi's eyelids jumped: "It's convenient, I'll tell the teacher now."
"Okay, thank you." The nurse hurriedly wanted to put down the phone.
Sui Yi stopped her: "Can I ask, what's wrong with him?"
The other end of the phone was quiet for a while, and the nurse replied calmly, "He committed suicide."
The busy tone came little by little, Sui Yi turned her head in a trance, and saw Bai Yan's equally dazed eyes.
The setting sun has completely set, and it is already a little cold wearing short sleeves. In summer, on the tip of the tail is the school days when a large group of people roared away, and there is weakness hidden under the vigorous spirit.
Not for nothing!