give you a soft spot

Bi Gong not long ago asked someone to install a surveillance camera at the entrance of the studio, saying it was to prevent burglary.I agreed with it at the time, but after taking Yan Yiyun upstairs, I wished that the cameras that were running around would temporarily stop working.

We entered the door one after the other, managed to avoid the eyes and ears of the house and walked to the stairs, where we were seen by a customer service who came out to drink water.

She stood by the water dispenser and put her eyes on Yan Yiyun, as if her soul had flown away. She was still for two seconds, and I stopped her with a silence gesture before she opened her mouth to speak.

However, it was too late, several heads had squeezed out of the door of the customer service room.

After I told them not to take pictures and post them on the Internet, let alone make a public announcement, I agreed to the young man behind me to simply greet them.

The title of Yan Yiyun Guomin's younger brother is not for nothing, he is simply a sister killer, he turned the scene into a fan meeting, and those customer service girls surrounded him excitedly, with staring eyes, listening to that screaming made me feel a little bit lack of oxygen.

I took Yan Yiyun upstairs first, although I didn't know what he wanted to see when he said to come and see, basically I would introduce him to wherever he passed by.

The boy has really grown up again. Taking my unchanged height as a reference, I am two centimeters taller than when we met last time.

"The entire studio has two floors, each 160 square meters, and currently has 31 employees," I pointed to the neatly arranged compartments, "the office area on the second floor has personnel, finance, publicity planning, and other departments, such as customer service and warehouse. , logistics and everything are on the first floor.”

Yan Yiyun looked around: "Where are you in?"

I took Yan Yiyun straight through the office area, came to my office, pushed open the door and turned on the light for him to sit inside.

This structure of nearly fifty square meters is composed of three small compartments surrounding a large compartment. The large compartment is used for office work, and the others are the production room, lounge and bathroom.

Yan Yiyun was very interested in my production room, he put the football at the foot of the sofa and pushed open the glass door.

The plastic mannequins standing everywhere and the messy tables are in stark contrast to the cleanliness of other places.

He Liang doesn't know how to clean this place. The designer's creative desktop never allows anyone to tamper with it, and he understands it very well.

"Fortunately, I didn't make that dress according to your previous size, otherwise you must be too small now." I pulled the tape measure from the table and turned back: "It just so happens that you are here, and I will measure it for you."

The tape measure was still a little bit out of the piled waste, so I stretched out my hand to remove the obstacle, but my fingertips suddenly prickled. cloth scissors.

Yan Yiyun quickly grabbed my hand, pulled the white cloth on the table and began to wrap it around: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt," I chuckled, "Luck is not very good recently."

The young man knotted the cloth strips with moderate strength, lifted his lowered head to my face and sniffed: "I'm drinking again."

I motioned him to stand back, and while measuring his shoulders, I said, "Sometimes wine is a good thing, it can make people feel paralyzed, and feel that the world is not real, including unhappy things."

I don't know why I said this to the boy, but I said it out of the mouth, and I regretted it after I finished speaking, fearing that I would spoil the child.

Yan Yiyun stretched out his arms and let my hands and measuring tape walk on him. He stood motionless, but his eyes followed me, and his tone was calm: "Why do you still feel unhappy doing what you like the most?"

Use why declarative sentences to express helpless facts.

Before I could answer, his outstretched arms slowly closed and embraced me.

This child really likes to hug me, hugging me like a doll bear, clumsy but warm.

For Yan Yiyun, the pressure has always been great.How do you say that sentence, before you wear your sword, you will be in the rivers and lakes in a blink of an eye.

As a newcomer in the circle, he has to look at the faces of his predecessors, the faces of the brokers, and the faces of the investors. He has already experienced this when other children of the same age are enjoying the school time and the company of their parents. It's going to be great.

He even plays football with the uncles. He said that the older ones don't know him, which saves a lot of trouble.

Walking with him, there is no freedom, no privacy, if you choose the road with golden light, you will have to work hard on the road, every artist is like this.

So is Xi Zhuo.

Yan Yiyun and Xi Zhuo are different, one can already cover the sky with one hand to block the wind and rain, and the other is still sheltering from the rain with bare feet.

There are tens of thousands of Yan Yiyun in the entertainment circle, but only one Xi Zhuo.If you want to become Xi Zhuo, you must climb to the top without fear of hardships.

I believe that Yan Yiyun can do it. I am honored to participate in the gradual process of this child's career. My blessings and encouragement have never been stingy.

"Your method is working, I am not afraid to walk naturally in the spotlight."

I smiled and took his arm away, came out of his arms, turned around, picked up a pen and paper and quickly wrote down a few numbers to mark his size: "That's good."

Yan Yiyun, a sophomore in high school, has officially started preparing for the art test, and he wants to take the test in one of the top art schools in China.I was distracted for a moment, Xi Zhuo also graduated from there.

Thinking of that person, I thought of meeting tomorrow, but I couldn't be happy at all.

Yan Yiyun left the studio after ten o'clock, and I told him that the clothes would be mailed to him in a few days.

I rejected his request to take me home, took a taxi and stuffed him in, then walked away in the opposite direction.

When I got home, I watched TV with my mother for a while, and before I went to bed, I told her that I would go out to do errands tomorrow. She was happy because there was a scene of Qu Xian, but she looked like she wanted me to leave quickly.

Unlike before, this time I didn't tell Xi Zhuo that I was coming to him in advance.Instead, he called him when he arrived at his hotel early in the morning the next day.

Hearing his nervous voice, asked him if he was in the hotel.

He said yes, and I added, "Open the door."

Through the door panel, I could clearly hear the sound of stumbling and running towards, and then, the door opened, and people appeared.

He was bare-chested and wearing pajama pants. He was still handsome in a mess even though he was not awake. He spoke in a very soft tone, as if speaking louder would scare me.

"You came."

I didn't go in along the way he turned sideways, but handed him the small box containing the ring from my backpack.

He didn't speak, seeing that he didn't pick up, he sent it forward.

Xi Zhuo was looking at me with helpless and helpless eyes: "You still don't want to hear anything from me?"

I wanted to hear it, but I didn't dare to, for I was afraid he would admit it with his own mouth.The acquiescence that day has made me too sad, and I don't want to feel that heartache again.

Sometimes I admire myself for being able to swallow my words and sadness, and only say one thing.

His eyes were not focused, and he was breathing loudly. I suddenly wanted to hug him and tell him to let everything go, and we will just be fine in the future.

But I can't lie to myself who can't let go, I can't get over this hurdle, and I will only continue to make mistakes.It's time for me to break up with him before I hate him too much.

I stuffed the ring box into his hanging hand, but he quickly grabbed two fingers.

He looked at me who was pulling out my hand vigorously: "Do we have to do this?"