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"What's wrong with your face?" Yu Ziyao suddenly raised his head as soon as Qi Zhuo's question fell.

"Knocked?" Qi Zhuo's words were directed at Gong Ai, and never fell on Yu Ziyao from the beginning to the end.

While cursing himself for being passionate, Yu Ziyao lowered his head again and took a deep breath, trying to calm down the mixed emotions in his mind.

He doesn't want to stay here anymore, he wants to leave this door immediately.

Everything since joining the show has been like a farce. He admits that he likes to sing, but he has never thought about becoming a singer, and he is not ready to pay for it.

As for Qi Zhuo...

He said in his mouth that he would take care of him and take care of him until he could live independently, but in fact he turned his head and cared about another irrelevant person.

Oh, it's not completely irrelevant, after all, he is the son of a shareholder of Guangxing Films.

Rich people are all the same, whether it's his father or Qi Zhuo, none of them are mercenary, and they put on a good face, hoping that others will be grateful for their little contributions.

"...You have great potential, I think if you can be smarter, you will be able to go further, Gong Ai." Qi Zhuo didn't show any superfluous expression on his face, as if these words were just words from someone who came here to the younger generation Greetings, "An idol should learn to protect his face, and don't wait to make a fool of himself in front of the audience."

However, Yu Ziyao didn't hear a word of what Qi Zhuo said later, the humming of locusts in his ears became louder and louder, and the surrounding air was sticky like a piece of cement that couldn't be shaken.

He bumped Qi Zhuo's body away with his shoulder, and escaped from the practice room amidst everyone's astonished eyes.

Good things come in pairs, and bad things come in pairs.

Just outside the building, it began to rain. This was the first rain in the early summer of this year. It was menacing, and soon the raindrops turned into raindrops, and then it was like pouring down the top of the urban steel jungle. ground.

Standing at the bus stop by the side of the road, Yu Ziyao felt like a dog, the kind that strayed.

He pursed the corners of his mouth, the broken skin was a bit big, the new wound from last night hadn't scabbed yet, and it opened again after being licked by him like this.

It hurts.

Yu Ziyao covered his mouth with one hand and squatted under the shed of the bus station.

"Yu Ziyao?" A cry came from a distance, and Yu Ziyao raised his head.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl was running towards him in a blue and white school uniform, her ear-length short hair just exposed her slightly pointed auricles, her almond-shaped eyes looked particularly clever: "Why are you here, big star." There was a bit of schadenfreude in her tone, shaking the umbrella in her hand.

This is Yu Ziyao's former sports committee member, Liu Luohan, who belongs to the class of good students.But she is a little different from other good students. It may be because of her love for sports. She has a familiar relationship with those poor students, and occasionally plays basketball with them on the playground.

"I didn't bring an umbrella." Yu Ziyao replied honestly, "I don't have money either."

He came out in a hurry and didn’t bring anything with him, and now he regrets it—his mobile phone and wallet are all in the practice room, and the practice room is locked at [-] o’clock every night, and he doesn’t know if he can take it back .

Several girls nearby heard Liu Luohan's call, and began to whisper to Yu Ziyao.

The popularity of "Star-Making Notes" is not very high, but it is very popular among young women.This neighborhood is not far from Yu Ziyao's previous school, and now it's time to leave school, and more and more people gather around, Yu Ziyao feels a little uncomfortable.

"Lend me some money, I have to leave quickly." He pulled up his coat to cover the lower half of his face.

"Where are you going?" Liu Luohan asked.

"……do not know."

The girl stared at him for a while, then dragged him back with an umbrella.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Don't be a bus just like you, and you will be surrounded later."

When Qi Zhuo came out, he happened to see two students who looked like a man and a woman walking in the rain with an umbrella. He rubbed the space between his brows irritably, and sat in the car without saying a word.

The assistant did not dare to step on the gas pedal to leave after lighting the fire, so he could only pretend to adjust the temperature and wipers in front, waiting for Qi Zhuo's instructions.He knew Qi Zhuo's schedule for today. He originally planned to discuss investment with a film crew this afternoon, but Qi Zhuo changed it temporarily in the morning and replaced it with "Star-Making Notes" for inspection.

In fact, there are many departments under HW, and there is no need for Qi Zhuo to come down in person, but seeing the looks on the faces of Yu Ziyao and Guangxing, the little princes today, the assistant wants to understand why Qi Zhuo has to come here by himself.

After waiting for a long time, Qi Zhuo still sat in the back seat without saying a word.

The assistant raised his head and looked at his boss's expression in the rearview mirror, and found that his eyes were still on Yu Ziyao and the girl. Seeing that the two were about to turn the corner of the street, the assistant finally asked, "Mr. Don't call him up."

Qi Zhuo followed Yu Ziyao's back until he could no longer see him, and then said coldly: "No, let's go."

Nothing has changed on the campus after a few months away, but Yu Ziyao just feels strange, as if several years have passed.

After thinking about it again, it was actually himself who had changed.

The boy whose biggest goal was to fight against his family, the boy who thought about how to talk back to his teacher every day, and the boy who was punished to write a self-criticism because of fighting, had all disappeared from his memory.

From now on, all he faces is the word "life", but it makes him feel more and more tired.

On the day of Yu Jian'an's burial, facing the small square box, a hypocritical thought suddenly popped up in his mind-it turns out that people who have nothing can still lose something.

No matter how dissatisfied Yu Ziyao was with the agreement between Yu Jian'an and Qi Zhuo, he knew in his heart that the content of the agreement was true and necessary.Most people are just a dividing line of age. After celebrating the completion of the ceremony, there is only emptiness and confusion about the future.

Adult, then what?

Facing life is still powerless, like a child just want to seek dependence.

"Why did you go through the withdrawal procedures without saying hello to us?" Liu Luohan's school uniform was stained with rain, and the shoulders were a little dark, but she didn't seem to care, and dragged Yu Ziyao to the self-study on the top floor room.

The school's self-study room is open to graduation grades, and there are very few people in it on weekdays.

Yu Ziyao took off his wet coat, shaking his head to shake off the water droplets on the ends of his hair, as if he just came back from the stadium: "Isn't this going to be a big star, if you all know, why don't you pester me for an autograph?"

"Come on, you." Liu Luohan rolled his eyes.

"I watched the show, and I don't think you're serious." Liu Luohan looked at him with folded arms, "It's a pity that we are still scolding you back online, you have to fight for yourself."

"You?" Yu Ziyao raised his eyes suspiciously.

"That's not true! No matter what, they are all my classmates. Even many boys who don't watch the show borrow our mobile phone number to register for the trumpet."

Yu Ziyao pursed his lips and said nothing.

He had an ordinary relationship with his classmates at school, but since he was taken away by Qi Zhuo, he changed his mobile phone, and the contact with his former classmates was almost broken.He doesn't have any friends, let alone someone who can help him scold him online.

"Don't scold me for me." Yu Ziyao was serious, "I don't want to be a singer, and I don't want to be famous. Sooner or later, I will be buried in the snow."

"Why?" Liu Luohan blinked his eyes.

Because that was what Qi Zhuo meant, and he didn't want Qi Zhuo to succeed.

Yu Ziyao thought about it, but didn't say it.Thinking of Qi Zhuo, he frowned irritably and began to drive away: "It's almost time for you to study by yourself at night? Leave me alone, you can go."

The first rainstorm in early summer didn't last long, it came and went quickly, and stopped when the lights came on at six or seven o'clock in the evening.Yu Ziyao lay alone in the study room without turning on the lights, the desks and chairs turned to face the window, listening to the sound of cars passing by on the asphalt floor downstairs, falling asleep.

Qi Zhuo sent him a text message at this time, and there were only two words: "Go home."

Yu Ziyao glanced at the screen, locked it, and threw it aside.

He didn't understand why Qi Zhuo was so obsessed with him, since he had already expressed it so clearly, it was impossible for him to recognize Qi Zhuo as his "family" from the bottom of his heart.The word "family" gave him too many unrealistic hopes. Every time he was trampled by Yu Jian'an, the flames of this hope would be extinguished a little bit, until it took him a long time to understand that the existence of this fire was unnecessary .

But by that time the fire had been reduced to ashes.

I don't know if Yu Ziyao is too sensitive or what. He always feels that Qi Zhuo seems to say the word "home" often when talking to him. For example, in this text message, he can express it in other ways. For example, come back, come here, I have something to do with you.

But Qi Zhuo sent him two words alone, and went home.

Yu Ziyao frowned and took the phone from the side again, opened it for a look, finally put it in his pocket as if he was going all out, and stomped out of the classroom.

It was almost nine o'clock in the evening when I returned to the apartment. I hadn't eaten all night and ran in the rain again. Yu Ziyao was tired and hungry, and he opened the door of the apartment with a full stomach—his video was recorded earlier here. Fingerprints, it seems that Qi Zhuo has no defense against this boy who is almost a round younger than him.

Yu Ziyao thought of many kinds of opening remarks, but when Qi Zhuo saw him coming back without saying a word, he dragged him to the second floor of the villa.

"What are you doing?" Yu Ziyao was caught off guard, like a cat being picked up by the back of the neck, waving his arms but there was no room for Qi Zhuo to make Qiao Jin.

Qi Zhuo dragged him vigorously into a room, and closed the door with a "bang".

"Why fight?"

He asked with a sullen face.