Sensory Hunting ABO

Luo Xichuan was a little surprised when he received a call from his former makeup artist.They haven't been in touch since the makeup artist left last year.

The make-up artist has asked to resign since he lost his voice at his first concert last year.Because Luo Xichuan was hit hard by the loss of his voice, he hid in a villa in the suburbs for a while, fishing all day in a daze.After the incident, it was the first time to turn on the phone, and the agent used several long messages to explain his recent arrangements and plans, including the resignation of the makeup artist.

A lot of information piled up.Luo Xichuan responded to hundreds of concerns from friends and work partners.The complicated amount of information made him have no time to ask in detail. He just sent a large red envelope to the makeup artist and thanked him for his hard work and care.

The makeup artist didn't accept it, but said a lot of blessings to Luo Xichuan.

After a phone call that lasted less than 10 minutes, the chills rose sharply, penetrating into my body everywhere.

"Xiao Chuan, I'm sorry for you..."

"I didn't take the initiative to resign, I was fired... The big boss also paid me a huge amount of hush money, I can't tell..."

"I saw that you are going to hold a concert again...Congratulations, Xiao Chuan..."

"I have nightmares every day... I'm afraid that something will happen to you again..."

"If I don't say anything, I'm afraid I'll hurt you... My conscience is hard to rest..."

The door of the conference room was quietly pushed open, and Secretary Li walked to Yan Yi's side, whispering in a low voice.Secretary Li said that Luo Xichuan was waiting for him in the office.

Yan Yi nodded slightly, and told Secretary Li some things.

When Secretary Li pushed open the office door with a large bag of shopping bags, he realized that Luo Xichuan was still sitting sluggishly on the sofa, as if he was lost in thought.

Secretary Li reminded: "It's an important meeting, and it won't be over for a while. Here are all the things the boss said you like to eat."

Luo Xichuan gave a absent-minded "hmm".

Seeing that Luo Xichuan didn't respond, Secretary Li rummaged through the shopping bag, took out a coconut, and put it in front of Luo Xichuan, "The boss said he wanted to buy coconut juice for you to drink. It was airlifted here today. Fresh."

"Thank you."

Luo Xichuan picked up the coconut.

Two hours later, as soon as Yan Yi opened the office door, Luo Xichuan stood up abruptly.

However, Luo Xichuan didn't seem to realize that he was still holding a coconut in his hand.He seemed unaware of this ridiculous-looking gesture.

Yan Yi frowned slightly.Something is wrong.

He asked, "What's the matter?"

Luo Xichuan opened his mouth, but still hesitated.

Reason told him that it was inappropriate to prejudge, maybe there was some misunderstanding, but fragments of the past kept drilling into his mind.He has always felt that Yan Yi doesn't like him making music very much, and he vaguely feels that it seems to be more than just his distaste for music.This kind of sixth sense is regarded by Luo Xichuan as superstitious, he never thinks about these mysterious things.

but……

What if it's not due to carelessness?

Adam's apple slipped, hesitating again and again.Luo Xichuan stared closely at Yan Yi, eager to detect any clues from his expression, "I heard that when I held a concert last year, you came backstage..."

On the phone, the makeup artist told Luo Xichuan that last year, his mobile phone was left in the background, and when he returned, he witnessed Yan Yi sprinkle powdery substances in Luo Xichuan's drinking water.He immediately became suspicious and asked.

Immediately afterwards, there was an accident in which Luo Xichuan was unable to speak on stage.

Get fired and told, "Forget about backstage."

Faced with a large amount of money, the makeup artist became greedy.In addition, the other party was a big shot who couldn't afford to offend, so the makeup artist kept her mouth shut and put the banknotes into her purse.

At the beginning, he was complacent about making the money too easily, but he felt uneasy after squandering it.When he found out that Luo Xichuan had made a movie by a great director, he seemed to be comforted, but he was woken up repeatedly at midnight.

It wasn't until the news that Luo Xichuan was about to hold a concert that he was tormented by guilt finally called Luo Xichuan.

A new irregular tear was added to the white paper, which was scratched by a pen when it was gripped too hard.

Yan Yi glanced at the ink stains on the white paper, put the pen into the cover without any expression, and stuffed the white paper into the shredder.

"I did go backstage."

"Then... what did you go backstage... for?"

Yan Yi sighed, and he looked straight at Luo Xichuan, "Do you want to ask, did I tamper with the drinking water?"

"I……"

Lost and helpless, Luo Xichuan even turned to the person he accused of committing a crime for help, desperately hoping for a negative answer.No matter what Yan Yi said, he believed him.

"I did it."

"why?"

In the end, the heavy coconut did not become the piece of driftwood floating on the sea. Its weight became a burden at this moment, and it became a tool for trying to vent.

The coconut was thrown to the floor with a loud crash.

Extreme anger and disappointment made Luo Xichuan dizzy and tinnitus.He kicked the coconut towards Yan Yi with all his strength, and the coconut hit the desk and split like a bomb.

"You can talk about anything between us! You don't like my singing, you want me to act in a movie, or something else... You can talk about it! Why don't you say it? Why don't you say it ?”

The squishy cat cub suddenly turned into a roaring lion cub, Yan Yi watched coldly.

"I told you. Did you hear me?"

"I didn't know that you would hate me for making music so much... You even hated it so much that you wanted to use such low-handed means to stop my concert!"

"It's what you said is the low-level method that has brought you so many years of worry-free food and clothing. In addition to dreaming about such futile self-satisfaction, have you ever considered the issue of livelihood? Luo Xichuan, do you need me? Let me tell you, banknotes are not grown by watering them."

Yan Yi's words hit the bull's-eye, piercing through Luo Xichuan's idealism.He was speechless.

Luo Xichuan defended: "The sales volume of the last album entered the top ten of the annual list, and the tickets for the concert were sold out quickly..."

"You haven't looked at the books once, so how do you know how much the company has invested?"

Yan Yi knocked on the table impatiently, unwilling to continue talking about this topic.

"Is it more practical for me to make a movie and earn more money?"

"The record market is sluggish, and it is an inevitable trend that the market will shrink even more in the future. It is better to stay on the production team for a few months than to work hard to produce an album," Yan Yi said, "I have the right to give up products with low conversion rates. .like the songs you wrote."

"Luo Xichuan, I'm a businessman."

Luo Xichuan felt his teeth chattering, and his articulate words became blurred, "I will do well... I will really do well..."

"No matter how well you do, it is impossible to become the king of heaven, Xu Haojun."

"But..." The water flashed by, Luo Xichuan lowered his head, then raised his head to look at Yan Yi, "You told me...'Don't be anyone'."