Chapter 55 "Do what you want to do"

At dawn, the network in the dormitory area finally returned to normal.

Bai Yan didn't sleep very well, and had some messy dreams to and fro. For a while, he ran in front with the microphone, Gu Dong and several executive directors chased him to the cliff, and for a while he and Sui Yi On the platform of Hequan's train station, no matter how he shouted Suiyi, it seemed that he couldn't hear him.

There were several unread messages on the phone, and he rubbed his eyes to open it.

Sui Yi sent a message in the early morning, with a calm tone, probably knowing something: "When you wake up, you can use your mobile phone and send me a message."

Bai Yan raised his hand and sent an emoji, a small animal who couldn't tell what it was, greeting him happily.

Yuan Yuan saw the instructions sent by the program team in the early morning, and asked him worriedly: "Are you all right, Xiaobai? Is your dormitory collapsed? Don't sleep in the upper bunk!"

Following the news was the official description of only2019, explaining the cause of Li Xiujie's accidental eye injury, and finally expressed his apology humbly in words, wishing him a speedy recovery.

The comments are bombed fans, who use extremely ugly words to scold from the program team to the producer, and end with tears and blood until the end. Can you afford it?

Bai Yan felt a little disappointed in his heart. He probably knew Li Xiujie's purpose for coming here. He had seen him almost sadly and indignantly classify Bai Yan as himself, and then said that he was running out of time.

He doesn't count as stepping into the so-called entertainment circle, but he also understands the danger in it.

Every time Li Xiujie mentioned the missed opportunities and the age when he would reach the age of 30 in two or three years, he was always ruthless, not knowing whether it was for himself or others.

Bai Yan usually stares at the dance teaching video, pretending not to hear it.

Li Xiujie's research on him is very deep, probably from the same kind of cognition, he smiled and reminded him: "Aren't you? The movie is not online, don't you feel bad?"

"It's okay." Bai Yan was telling the truth.

He doesn't have too many plans for his life and career. He always feels that wherever he goes, he can do whatever he wants. He is a monster with no concept of time.

It is difficult for Bai Yan to be touched by the sensational lines written by the screenwriter, and he also does not understand colleagues who complain in tears because of their dreams.

Only occasionally, he would see Suiyi's appearance in some people, and then fell into a brief meditation, thinking about how Suiyi has come to this day in the past few years, and whether he has suffered from these.

He has no idea, the only thing he cares about is Suiyi's idea.

Bai Yan was taken aback by his conclusion, buried his face in his arms, and raised his head after a while.

The entire studio building was filled with a depressing atmosphere, and some superstitious staff firmly believed that fleeting years were not good, and suggested changing the venue to record the final.

He was out of place, enjoying the small joy of reunion after a long absence, and his ears were red at the wrong time.

Sui Yi appeared repeatedly on his script, occasionally a random word, and occasionally as a vocal group instructor.

There are still four days before the finals. Today, it is the turn of the vocal group to try the stage effects first. The staff of the audio group waited in place with a solemn expression.

Bai Yan tried two sentences, and then entered the prelude steadily. The accompaniment was very light, soothing all the anxiety on the nerve endings.

Nanzhu Entertainment's sudden indifference to Sui Yi gave him great freedom.

Except for the occasional fans who don't know where they came from, Sui Yi often has a feeling of returning to the school days in the studio, although it is only an illusion.

People in the director's team probably also heard the wind and no longer respected him, which made people feel a lot more comfortable.

Almost all of the players left in the vocal group were already mature artists, and he didn't have much to guide him, so there was an inexplicable alienation and trance from a third party.

Bai Yan sent him a message before the rehearsal, with a very excited tone.

Sui Yi only hesitated for half a second, then got out of the lounge and went to the studio.

Some vague accompaniment sounds came from the end of the corridor, hitting him with the drum beat.

Sui Yi's footsteps were a little chaotic. When he stepped into the door with half his foot, Bai Yan had already finished singing the last sentence.

The executive director raised a loudspeaker to give him advice from the stage, and said, "It's almost there, is there anything else?"

Bai Yan's expression changed a bit, like a very immature flaw, and then interrupted the executive director without pause: "Can I leave some time to read Bai Yan?"

The executive director was very strange: "Isn't this song memorized?"

Bai Yan pursed his lips under the not-so-bright stage lighting and said, "I want to say something."

"Then tell me." The executive director didn't care much, and he lowered his head and started to open the process.

Standing by the almost dark door, Sui Yi moved in her heart.

He is not sensitive, he was always busy escaping from preaching when he was a teenager. After his debut, he had almost no ability to distinguish between clichés, fables and scenes in the circle, but he was habitually isolated to avoid trouble.

But he suddenly captured a little emotion of Bai Yan wrapped in boredom. It was very little, but it was very clear, as if it was something that had been sealed for a long time and suddenly started to operate.

Sui Yi's throat moved up and down, and looked at the stage a little nervously.

Bai Yan said lightly: "I haven't thought about it yet, about ten seconds, can you leave me a light, teacher?"

"Okay." The executive director picked up a ballpoint pen and drew a circle, "Can you follow the light?"

"Thank you teacher." Bai Yan said obediently.

After Sui Yi listened to a whole conversation with little content, and did not get the answer to her guess, her constricted heart was sent back again.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, and Ji Zhen called him.

"Are you in rehearsal?" Ji Zhen seemed to have heard something strange.

Sui Yi asked her back, "Why not?"

"I thought you didn't even go." Ji Zhen smiled, "So dedicated, no one will deduct your money if you don't go, just show your face in the finals."

"Too much." Sui Yi also joked with her, "I'm sorry for not coming."

"This is the transfer agreement that hasn't been signed yet." Ji Zhen reminded him, "Is it still in such a good mood after signing it?"

Sui Yi's mood was not disturbed, and he asked, "What's the matter?"

"Li Xiujie has withdrawn from the competition." Ji Zhen sighed slightly, "I can't participate in the finals either. I'm preparing for surgery."

"Oh." Sui Yi didn't quite understand, "I guessed it, and you specifically told me this?"

"North Satellite TV is in a lot of trouble right now, so let Nanzhu help you not to announce your affair." Ji Zhen explained, "After all, many people are also coming for you, and I don't want any more accidents before the finals."

"You decide."

"The board of directors is not very happy. We will announce the compromise at the end of the final." Ji Zhen's voice became somber, "So I have to bookmark the transfer these days. I asked Xiao Chen to find you. You have been in Qinhuangdao. ?"

Sui Yi hummed, the two ends of the call fell silent, and Ji Zhen sighed again at a position very close to the microphone.

"Don't sigh." Sui Yi said in a relaxed tone, "Thank you, sister."

If there is one word to describe only2019, it can only be bad luck.

On the eve of the finals, a post summarizing the unfortunate events of only 2019 was handed down by fans on several platforms, starting from the decline in sponsor sales, to various outrageous events such as the revision of the competition system, the loss of fans, and the injury of players. The fans who came to the show also sighed.

"Chen Xiaolong, why don't you go and worship Buddha!" ​​The landlord finally changed the title to a shoutout to the chief director.

The sadness that could not be driven away for a long time haunted the entire park. The only thing the program team could do was to let the players move to the lower bunk and improve the meals during the recording period.

Everyone tacitly looked forward to the end, but still showed reluctance on various occasions.

Bai Yan also found out in the last post-collection. The contestants who lined up to speak in front of him all shed tears in front of the camera, turned around and walked out of the interview room and threw the script into the trash can.

"Player Bai Yan, leave your last words in only2019." The executive director threw a unified question.

Bai Yan thought for a few seconds, but still did not answer according to the prompts in the script.

"Although the game is over, everyone has a new beginning." After he finished saying this, he suddenly felt blessed and read every time Sui Yi told him that the game was over.

"I hope we can all have a happy future." Bai Yan smiled at the camera, "Don't be afraid, do what you want to do, love the people you want, and live every day well."

The greeting was a bit rustic, he smiled relaxedly, his eyes were bent into the shape of a crescent moon, his nose was slightly wrinkled, and his tone was sincere and cherishing.

The executive director was slightly stunned behind the camera, and wiped his face with the effect, his eyes were a little red.

After recording the interview, Bai Yan went back to the dormitory area. The bed closest to the door was empty, and all the things Li Xiujie piled on the bed indiscriminately disappeared.

He stopped for a moment, and sighed unobtrusively.

Outside the window is the parking space for the instructor to enter the venue. Before, Sui Yi's assistant, who had been following Sui Yi, got out of a car alone and hurriedly turned into the artist lounge.

Bai Yan took out the suitcase under the bed and slowly packed up like the players around him.

He put away the winter clothes he had brought, and Sui Yi's assistant came out of the lounge in a hurry, holding a file bag in his hand, and crawled into the cab with his head down.

The mobile phone was lying quietly on the common bedside table, Bai Yan had a feeling that he couldn't tell, and it was not very good.

He was free for a while, staring at the bed full of debris.

The radio above his head rang a few times, and the executive director's dry voice came: "All contestants, please go to the dressing room to prepare. The finalists, please go to the No. 1 dressing room, and the other players, please go to the No. 2 dressing room."

He moved his legs faster than he thought, and reflexively grabbed his phone and walked out the door.

The folk accompaniment of individual performances also played in the headphones, covering up some of the noise when the radio was turned off.

The final stage was twice as big as before, and the brightness of the stage lights was also turned up, but it was still crowded with more than 90 people standing on it at the same time.

Bai Yan finished dancing the theme song a little sluggishly, standing in the crowd panting, trying to calm his breathing.

The tutor's position has also been adjusted, and Sui Yi sat in the original Jane Anne's position, wearing a pair of glasses without lenses, and looking at the stage lightly.

Bai Yan glanced at him secretly, remembering that fans always love to call out the gentle scum in Sui Yichao's words, and his ears turned red with a bang.

During this period of time, he felt that his skin was very thin, and probably from the bottom of his heart, he also felt that it was a shame to follow Sui Yi's photos every day and call him handsome like a high school student.

The host opened the scene very emotionally, dragging his thoughts back, and in the middle he played a video of Li Xiujie lying on the hospital bed.

His lips were already dry and cracked, but he still carefully put on a layer of makeup, which made Bai Yan feel a little uncomfortable.

After the video is black, enter the individual performance of the players.

Bai Yan's song was arranged in the third place, and before the accompaniment sounded, the atmosphere of white smoke had already covered the entire stage.

Bai Yan on the big screen has no expression, his temperament is gentle and pure, and he can hardly find the feeling of stage competition.

Sui Yi couldn't see him clearly through the white fog, so he could only raise his head to look at the real-time screen, his chin was pulled into a nice arc.

The drum beat fell, Bai Yan pursed his lips, his cheeks bulged slightly, and he grabbed the microphone twice.

The intro went smoothly, not too much technical, but the atmosphere and tone were excellent.

Sui Yi listened to the whole song attentively, and then saw Bai Yan raise the microphone hanging by his side again.

The stage suit was a very loose shirt, and Bai Yan showed a thin white wrist.

"It's a confession song."

Bai Yan's voice became particularly clear through the processing of the capacitor in the microphone: "I want to pass this song and wish us a happy day in the future."

Sui Yi remembered something beyond his tolerance, and frowned with a little struggle.

"Do what you want to do."

The corners of Bai Yan's mouth rose slightly, and his eyes shone brightly under the stage lights.

"Love the one you want to love."

Bai Yan's voice was a little softer, but there was an indescribable firmness and stability.

The chase light went out on time, and even the large screen several meters wide went black.

Sui Yi felt as if she had been put into a vacuum container, and the surrounding sounds gradually drifted away, leaving only a quiet and slow influence.

Almost in a panic, he moved the realization from the big screen to the stage, only to see a faint shadow.

Sui Yi originally thought that he couldn't hear this song anymore, but when it sounded so real, it didn't seem to have any exaggerated impact.

The lights switched to a style, and the next contestant stepped onto the stage.

Sui Yi woke up from his absence and was facing the third camera, nodding like a mentor, and then making a greeting gesture.

He discovered the fact in these few minutes that he might actually be very vulnerable, and Bai Yan was not.

In a sense, Bai Yan pushed him to a turning point in his life, and then left the table very cheerfully and unrestrainedly. This conclusion made him feel some panic that was difficult to overcome, and some natural anger.