The days when I was targeted by the soul of actor A

Lin Yan didn't have a show the next day, but he still held a small notebook and watched Wen Yun's performance——

Wen Yun, as a Beta with an unrecognizable appearance, can become a pillar in their company, and every time he and an Alpha with a backstage like Lin Xi grab the first male and second male, his acting skills are by no means inferior to some first-line Alphas.

In the last play, Lin Yan watched him play two roles as a twin villain in it. No matter how you look at it like that, no one will recognize that this is the bookish Wen Yun.

Lin Xi saw him here as soon as he passed by, so he didn't want to provoke him directly this time, so he just pretended not to see him passing by, and left a phone call for an Omega from the props team.

Little Omega was so fascinated by Lin Xi, she blushed and followed him away.

Before Lin Yan could speak, another Miss Beta was summoned by him, "Aren't you in charge of the keys? You don't know where the lounge is?"

After Lin Xi got angry, he left with the Omega just now.

Seeing that he didn't go far, the crew members went about their work and didn't go to see Beta who was scolded just now.

Beta, who just joined the job for the first time today, blushed with embarrassment. It's not that she doesn't know where the key is, but she just doesn't want Lin Xi to take her away.

She was just about to be so upset that she wanted to dig a hole and go away, when she just passed by Lin Yan, she saw him smile at her and said, "You did a good job, it's Lin Xi's fault, don't take it to heart."

The staff who were maintaining Wia next to him nodded, "That's right, if you have a little money, you can treat yourself as an uncle. If it wasn't for Jiang's bankruptcy, it would be his family's turn to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune."

What he said immediately attracted the approval of the people around him.

Lin Yan lowered his eyelashes, did not participate in their discussion, closed his notebook and went back.

Just halfway there, he was stopped by the Beta just now.

"Well, thank you, Yan Yan." Beta thanked you again and again, and finally took a photo with Lin Yan, and said before leaving, "You are so kind, besides Qiao Yu, you are the second one who dares to help me, thank you so much You."

Lin Yan watched her walk back and felt the breath in his ear, "..."

He tilted his head, "When did you come here? I can't tell, you are so enthusiastic."

Qiao Yu said, "It's just a slip of the tongue, everyone has a low point."

Lin Yan glanced at him when he heard the words, "You are quite enlightened."

He thought that at Qiao Yu's age and with such a background, it would not be too difficult to be a talent in this circle.

It seems that Qiao Yu's road is not as smooth as he thought.

Qiao Yu was noncommittal, and just asked him to look at the person who just repaired the wire when he passed the second floor, "Isn't he the one who was in charge of the wire the day before yesterday?"

Lin Yan explained, "The guy from Wen Ge's team the day before yesterday is making a wire for Wen Ge."

Qiao Yu said, "He was fine with Wen Yun, but why did something happen to you that day?"

"Do you doubt Brother Wen?" Lin Yan paused, then went out with a big heart, "Every time anyone in our company is in a team with him, he will share it with us. And my small role is not worth it." Others have spent so much trouble.”

What Lin Yan said is indeed correct, no matter how you look at it, his role has no conflict of interest with others.

Qiao Yu just thought it was a coincidence and didn't ask any more questions.

Back to the hotel.

After Lin Yan took a shower, he sat on the bed and continued his reading routine. Qiao Yu, as usual, flipped through this and that in the room.

Lin Yan looked at it, and couldn't help but glance at Qiao Yu who was sitting on the table playing with the speakers——

Shouldn't a young master like him feel tired of the daily life of an old man like him after a few days of experience?

It's been almost two weeks, how can this man entertain himself every day until he falls asleep?

"What are you looking at?" Qiao Yu sensed his gaze and floated over to test his new way of playing on him. She used her body to wrap around him like a leg press bar, then rested her chin on his shoulder, sideways A smug smile appeared on his head, "Does it look good?"

"What a good fart." Lin Yan stretched out his hand to pull him off his body, but he couldn't do it, "I feel it, hey!"

"I know." Qiao Yu looked back at him as a matter of course, loosened his grip on him, and exhaled into his ear, "Otherwise, why are you pestering you?"

Qiao Yu had already grown into such a wild and attractive look, and he was so close, the young man's almost flawless skin was right in front of his eyes, and Lin Yan could even feel his firm body and breath.

Seeing that Lin Yan was about to turn into anger, Qiao Yu let him go, floated leisurely to the desk, picked up Lin Yan's player and changed the song list, "The songs are not bad."

Hearing him play "Escape from the Tiger's Mouth", Lin Yan flicked through the book, "Have you heard this before?"

"I'm in the same age as you, don't always think of yourself as an old man." Qiao Yu cut the playlist and raised her eyes to look at him, "Although you look younger than me."

Lin Yan closed the book with a "slap", and reached out angrily to snatch the player back, "Who are you talking about?"

When Qiao Yu raised her hand, Lin Yan was in vain.

Qiao Yu paused and pressed down a song. The elegant and continuous sound of "The Cello Song" filled the small room.

"You still listen to the cello." Qiao Yu glanced down at the playlist, and there were Bach's "Saraband", Frey's "Elegy", etc., which were obviously not added casually.

Qiao Yu didn't hear his reply. Looking down, the slender Omega was buried in the quilt, wrapping herself tightly with the quilt, as if the sound of cello music in the room would hurt him.

Qiao Yu subconsciously turned off the music, squatted down, and looked at the mountain bag, "What's wrong? Don't you like it? I turned it off."

He reached out to touch the quilt, and found that the quilt was trembling. He frowned, and lifted a small corner of the quilt, his voice softened without even noticing, "Are you going to suffocate yourself?"

The cat-like Omega showed half of his face from that small corner, "...you go, I'm going to sleep."

Then he pulled down that corner as well, turned around, and a muffled voice came from the mountain bag, "I know you can go back."

Qiao Yu also didn't explain his "going back".

"Go back" he couldn't do it, but there was one thing he did recently—

He took the initiative to empty his energy, so that Lin Yan could not feel his existence.

Qiao Yu floated on the ceiling, watching him silently.

A long time after he "disappeared", Lin Yan's half face appeared in the small mountain bag, with his mouth open in a sleepy way——

He fell asleep.

If it's so annoying, why keep it?

A glass studio comes to mind.

Qiao Yu floated down silently, picked up the player, and a book that was leaning on the speaker just now lost its balance and fell out——

It's Larkin's Poems.

The book was obviously very old, and it had been read a lot, and the edges were fuzzy.

As soon as Qiao Yu picked it up, half of the bookmark inside fell out.

Qiao Yu stuffed the bookmark back, and saw the page between the bookmark——

That's Larkin's ThisBetheVerse.

Next to it was written with a pen, "Pain is life."

Qiao Yu's eyes darkened because of the unique style of thin gold body.

He knows a person who also likes to stretch the strokes like this when writing, and draw a playful little tick at the end.

Although the handwriting is different from that person and Lin Yan's script, it seems that Lin Yan wrote it earlier.

But the cello, the black cat, and the handwriting all reminded him of the night six years ago.

Qiao Yu rubbed the rough paper and dry handwriting with her fingertips, her eyes darkened, as if the sweltering summer wind passing through the window had plucked a string that had been hidden in her heart for a long time, and the slight tremor made her feel stuffy.

He felt that he must have gone crazy looking for someone.

But if not, how would he explain his different reaction to Lin Yan when he came to Lin Yan?

Qiao Yu put the collection of poems and the player back, opened Lin Yan's notebook, and entered a database that only he and Li Zhao knew——

[Search: Lin Yan (2125991)]

[Lin Yan, xxxx.08.15-? , xxxx registered in M ​​City Welfare Institute, genetic index level C (75%), ...16 years old, won the government-funded art student quota, went to Vienna for further studies...20 years old, was admitted by Chaoyang Company Discovered by scouts, participated in the TV series "The Secret of Jinling" starring Wen Yun, and made his debut as Gu Mao, the soul suppressor...]

The cello and the poetry anthology are both matched, and the birthplace is not S City, and Lin Yan does have an M City accent.

Other information is also consistent with what Lin Yan's ID card and agent announced.

With the strictness of the current management bureau, Lin Yan has no reason and is impossible to falsify his ID card.

accident?

Qiao Yu looked down at Lin Yan who was struggling especially painfully today, why didn't he play the cello anymore?

The author has something to say: ①:

"The Cello Song", adapted from the prelude in Bach's "Suite for Unaccompanied Cello No. 1007 in G Major" (BWV[-]).

② ：

ThisBetheVerse

ByPhilipLarkin

They fuck you up, your mom and dad.

They may not mean it, but they do.

They fill you with the faults they had

And add some extra, just for you.

But they weren't sucked up in their turn.

Byfools in old-style hats and coats

Who half the time were oppy-stern

Andhalfatone another's throats.

Manhandson misery toman.

Itdeepenslikeacoastalshelf.

Get out as you can,

And don't have any kids yourself.

this is poetry

Philip Larkin

Your parents, they made you so bad,

This may not be the intention, but it is

Not only did they pass on to you all their flaws

And painstakingly added a lot for you

But it's not the same when it's their turn.

Those rustic fools half the time

Stubborn and stupid, draw swords half the time

But they are the ones who made you and your parents

people bequeath pain from generation to generation

Like the continental shelf sinking to the seabed step by step

I advise you to get rid of all this as soon as possible

Don't have a bunch of kids to continue this evil

③:

"Pain is life." - Van Gogh