I heard that you are handsome, but unfortunately I am blind

After the first showers, the next day was a sunny day.

In view of the fact that almost all of yesterday’s guests canceled their appointments temporarily, the next day’s massage parlor opened at 08:30 in the morning. They all moved from the backyard to the front shop and worked with Lin Xiao.

The massage technique handed down from Lin Youyu's family is the traditional way of finding acupoints, relaxing tendons and activating collaterals, almost without the use of utensils, but pure manual force pushing, whether it is the head, shoulders, neck and lumbar spine, each body part once It takes at least half an hour from the beginning to the end of the massage. Coincidentally, there are still three customers doing back opening today. In this way, for the masseurs who are pure pushers, they have to rest at least after finishing a customer. [-] out of [-], otherwise the body will be exhausted and physically unable to keep up.

From the opening at 08:30 in the morning, Lin Xiao sent off the last customer until after [-]:[-] in the evening.

The last one was a fat lady who decided to try a traditional massage because of a cold and cough that she took medicine for a week but didn't get better.

After the massage, Lin Xiao opened the curtain, touched the sweat towel on the back of the chair beside the bed, wiped the thin sweat from his forehead, and asked softly, "How do you feel?"

The fat aunt in her 50s replied as she got out of bed and put on her shoes: "Hiss... I don't know if it's because of my psychology. Why do I really think it works? You see, I coughed twice when I just lay down. Sound, the next 40 minutes, no more coughing, right?"

Lin Xiao smiled and said: "Yes, but most of you still have psychological hints. Even if there is an effect, the effect is not as immediate as you said, but if you persist, do it for three days in a row, and the effect should come out. gone."

The fat aunt smiled and nodded, even saying yes.

"Oh, that's right." Lin Xiao walked around from the end of the bed to the head of the bed, remembering something, and said to the aunt: "Come on, please remember these two acupuncture points."

As he spoke, he stretched out two fingers, touched the "deeply hidden" collarbone of the aunt, and pressed it on the triangular fossa on the outer lower edge of the aunt's collarbone, "This is the Yunmen point."

After speaking, he moved his finger, measured it vertically, pressed it lightly, and said, "This is the Zhongfu point. When you go back and you are free, you can press these two points with your fingertips. That's it—— Put the index finger on the middle finger, and use the middle finger to touch, press, knead, and transport the sore and swollen acupoints, each time for 3 minutes, and it will be curative for your cough and chest tightness."

The aunt followed Master Xiaolin's instructions and tried it out by herself, and she couldn't help but smile: "Oh, okay! Good guy, little master, your service is good enough, buy one get one free!"

Lin Xiao smiled very nicely: "It must be in place. You come over tomorrow, and I will give you a moxibustion. Within five days, you will be fine."

The aunt was convinced, and pressed the acupoints and asked, "Then should I still take this medicine?"

"Eat." Lin Xiao said, "Chinese medicine and western medicine each have their own strengths. The key is that you are coughing so badly now, and Chinese acupoint massage doesn't take effect so quickly, so you should take the medicine. Do it both ways. Wait for three days for the effect to appear. Then, the dose of medicine can be reduced or stopped.”

Lin Xiao's tone was soft, his expression was focused, and he didn't have the slightest bit of self-promotional mystery, but the fat aunt followed his neither humble nor overbearing way, and finally made an early appointment for physical therapy tomorrow, and returned home satisfied.

Lin Xiao took off the sheets and pillowcases on the single bed, and the wife staggered into the store through the back door, still carrying a lunch box for dinner.

Lin Xiao put the bed into the laundry basket in the bathroom, washed his hands with disinfectant, and then returned to the coffee table in the sofa area and sat down.

Master Kobayashi, who didn't eat dinner until 09:30 in the evening, was exhausted and satisfied.

Mistress watched him take one bite after another, knowing that her son was starving, she felt distressed and said: "Eat slowly, if it's not enough, I'll go to the backyard to serve it for you, don't burn it!"

With food in her mouth, Lin Xiao said "um" twice, but her speed didn't slow down much.

Mistress looked at him and sighed, her eyes were both gratified and sad, she sat next to him and talked to him: "Listen to your father, you picked up your textbook again, why? Want to take the exam again?"

Lin Xiao paused with the hand holding the spoon, and gave a vague "hmm".

"Test!" Master and wife have always been open-minded and open-minded when it comes to major issues related to Lin Xiao's future life, and never have the depressed thought of "you are a disabled person, and you can live in this small shop safely", otherwise, you can't spare no effort to support him. Studying until he was admitted to ordinary high school.

The teacher's wife was immediately full of pride, and slapped her shrunken and unconscious left leg: "My son has a high spirit and good grades. He is originally a block of talent, and it will be a matter of time before he will be named on the gold list!"

Lin Xiao was amused by her phrase "the number one scholar", and after dinner, the wife packed the lunch box and asked him before returning to the backyard: "I've been busy all day, it's past nine o'clock, why don't we close the door earlier today?" Bar?"

"No need." Lin Xiao said: "I'll wait a little longer, in case someone comes, it's okay if no one is there, I'll read a book for a while, and I'll just treat it as a digestion. Good day, I close at 10:30, you go back Rest early with my dad."

"Okay, then you can lie on the sofa and rest for a while while there is no one around. Hey, by the way, have all the guests who changed their appointments yesterday moved to today? You didn't enter the room until almost eleven o'clock last night , it’s raining, is there really someone coming?”

Speaking of last night, Lin Xiao's heart trembled suddenly, and he shook his head subconsciously: "No, no, I was listening to the class last night, so it was too late."

Mistress didn't doubt that he was there, she nodded, told him to rest quickly, and went back to the backyard with a lunch box and crutches.

Hearing the back door close, Lin Xiaocai lay back on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief.

But... being mentioned by his wife, the details about last night's magical adventure sprung up in his mind like a revolving lantern.

Lin Xiao couldn't help but began to recall that "Mr. Zhang" who had a sense of social responsibility after drinking.

What happened last night can be called Master Kobayashi's magical adventure.

He turned over on the sofa, closed his eyes and sneered——

As far as that "Mr. Zhang" is concerned, he might as well be blind with his eyes open, so let's let go of the shoulder and neck problems first.

See a professional ophthalmologist, early treatment and early recovery, it is not delicious!

"Brother Chi, how does it taste, is it fragrant?"

In the entertainer's lounge of "Mood State" Entertainment Group, assistant Sun Xiaoyou sat on the chair next to Fang Chi, watching him expectantly take a sip of the brown sugar ginger water in the thermos, and asked confidently.

"Fragrant?" Fang Chi rubbed his nose, resisting the urge to choke and sneeze, and asked back with a frown: "Who can cook brown sugar and shredded ginger to make it fragrant, tell me, I'd rather respect him. "

Assistant Xiaoyou giggled twice, but didn't dare to speak.

After a whole day of observation, he discovered that Brother Chi was in a very, special, and particularly bad mood today.

Although Fang Chi didn't have any specific performance when he was in a bad mood, he wouldn't lose his temper and wouldn't find fault with others for no reason, but Xiaoyou had been with him for more than three years, and he had a good understanding of his artists. Looking at Fang Chi The occasional frowning of the brows, and... the eyes that look down at the table or the ground from time to time can also give insight.

Artist assistants are angels with broken wings and sharp eyes in their previous lives - so, talk less and do more, wise and caring.

In fact, Fang Chi's mood at the moment cannot be summed up as "bad". When doing stupid things late, there is a trace of shame.

To actually report that a blind massage parlor is engaged in—ahem, illegal operation.

Why didn't I know that my ideological consciousness was so high before!

Well, it's not Sisi - it's a shame.

Ginger brown sugar water was specially cooked by Xiaoyou at home and taken to the company to keep him out of the cold in the evening. It was only because last night the leader of the real. After walking for more than half an hour, my clothes were soaked before I remembered to take out my mobile phone, called the assistant, and told the other party to come pick me up.

And for more than half an hour, the same pair of eyes repeatedly appeared in my mind.

Those eyes that can't be seen, but are extremely seductive.

As a result, from waking up in the morning, what coexisted with regret was endless sneezing.

At nine o'clock in the morning, when the band members and company executives were listening to the report on the preliminary work plan for next year, even the senior management of the economic company couldn't help asking amidst his continuous sneezing: "Have a cold? The third tour will be next week Yes, the body is the most important thing."

What can Fang Chi say?

He could only say "um" indifferently, and replied: "It's okay, there are many popular fans, and I can't help the invisible thoughts of the fans."

Company executives: "..."

I want to hate, but the facts are impeccable.

The report has been heard from the morning to the evening, and I have been in the company for a whole day. In the end, Fang Chi was so annoyed that he couldn't sit still. He said "Sorry, go to the bathroom" and left the meeting room, closing his eyes in the artist lounge. Rest up until now.

By the time the rest of the team members came out of the meeting room in turn, he had already drank a whole glass of ginger brown sugar water. Manager Zhang Yuan walked last, closed the door of the lounge, and watched as he was forced to listen to the high-level meeting all day. A few people who were listless from time to time laughed and said, "What's the matter, one by one, can a meeting make you so tired?"

Qian Song covered his face with his hands, and wailed in pain: "Why can't it, sitting in the seat for a day is worse than singing three times - Brother Yuan, can we discuss it, and there will be such a so-called work meeting in the future , you, as the manager, have full authority to express our position on our behalf, you can touch it, and do it as hard as you can, just don't let us participate, you can't stand it..."

Zhang Yuan pulled a chair and sat down, and asked with a smile: "I express your opinion on behalf of you? But let me down, I remember that last year, I took the initiative to accept a commercial performance for you. There were three songs in total. In the end, we Captain Fang was furious when he found out, and he refused to submit obediently to whatever he said, which caused me to make an apology call with the organizer for more than half an hour, and then asked the organizer to change the official Weibo with you participating in the performance, and then contacted overnight The media, after all the good words, barely let the news of 'CALM collectively play big names and stop singing' appear on the headlines of the next day. It is enough to have a long memory. It is hard for the manager to do it for me. You guys Just take care of me and take care of me!"

The old story was brought up again, and the team members held back their laughter. Fang Chi raised his eyelids lazily, and asked back: "It hurts you? You deserve it. What day is the day of the commercial performance? The day when I went to the studio to listen to the demo of the new song. Temporarily arranging commercial performances, my attitude is already restrained enough, okay?"

"...restraint?" Zhang Yuan pointed at himself suspiciously, "You pointed at my nose and threatened me, either to let me talk to the organizer, or to post a Weibo to explain to the fans in person, this attitude, The blatant intimidation does not come with temptation, this is called restraint? Why do I not believe it so much!"

"En." Fang Chi nodded, and said in a low voice: "Thunder, rain and dew are all the grace of the king, believe it or not, bear it."

Zhang Yuan: "..."

Come on, it's up to you if you're popular.

Seeing the hands of the clock on the wall slowly approaching ten o'clock, and the team assistants had been waiting for a long time, Zhang Yuan waved his hand feebly: "Okay, let's leave today, go back to each house and find your mother, don't be a monster Bumping around, I’m flying south again next week, be careful these few days, don’t get photographed by the paparazzi, the public opinion on the tour is positive, don’t make any mistakes at the critical moment!”

The team members got up exhausted, after a day of torture in the conference room, they really didn't look like they had the strength to jump around, patted each other on the shoulder, said "hard work", and walked out of the lounge one after another.

Fang Chi leaned on the sofa and didn't move. After everyone walked out, he asked his assistant thoughtfully, "Which car did you drive today?"

Xiaoyou put down the things he was packing up, and replied: "Just your Bugatti supercar, I think the fuel tank is still full, it seems that it has not been driven for a long time, take it out to get some air."

Fang Chi: "... I thank you for the supercar."

Now in the corner outside the office building of the company, there may be many Yu Ji lurking in the dark night, so this car must not be usable, it is too eye-catching, so he shifted his target to Zhang Yuan: "Brother Yuan, what car did you drive here today?" ?”

The corner of Zhang Yuan's mouth twitched, feeling suddenly crushed by the ruthless feeling brought by the supercar, and replied: "My black Magotan—how, does this answer make you feel refreshed?"

"Tsk." Fang Chi frowned and shook his head, dissatisfied: "No, what kind of Magotan are you driving at night, and who are you showing off to? You don't have a Polo or other scooter, which is often introduced in the urban radio car column. That kind of low-key model suitable for white-collar youths who commute to and from work?"

Zhang Yuan was taken aback, and stuttered angrily, "I'm showing off, I... No, you, a person who has to take a supercar even to the company meeting, what right do you have to despise the high-profile Magotan with less than 30 yuan?!"

Fang Chi sighed, stood up slowly, rubbed his shoulders and neck that had been sore and numb all day, and reached out to Xiaoyou——

Xiao You understood, and immediately threw the car keys over.

Fang Chi held the key and said to Zhang Yuan: "Come on, let me let you feel what is really high-profile—change the key."

"...What are you doing? I told you not to make any fools at critical moments... I have never driven your car, and if there is a small scratch, I have to pay you a sky-high repair fee..." Zhang Yuan frowned and muttered a few words, but knowing that his agent's deterrence to Fang Chi was almost zero, he finally exchanged the car keys with him reluctantly.

"You say no with your mouth, but your hands are very honest." Fang Chi made his closing statement with a smile, and said with relief: "Don't worry, even if you accidentally knocked down the car with four wheels, you don't need to repair it." , where is the car parked?"

"The company's underground garage..." Zhang Yuan watched him carry his Magotan key and was about to walk out the door. At the critical moment, he couldn't help shouting: "It's midnight, what are you doing!"

Fang Chi laughed lightly when he heard the words, without turning his head, he stepped out of the resting door directly: "You also said, it's the middle of the night...what else can I do?"

What are you going to-

In this situation, Zhang Yuan quickly answered in his mind-sleep, find someone to sleep with... In view of Fang Chi's inconvenient sexuality known to everyone, he finally determined the correct answer as "find a man to sleep with".

The tired manager's expression froze, and he immediately directed his assistant Xiao You: "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you follow him, don't, don't let him mess around!"

Fang Chi took the car keys, put on a mask and hat and went out, expressing that he didn't want anyone to follow him, so Xiaoyou wanted to cry without tears: "Brother Yuan, Brother Chi is not that kind of person...and if he really wants to mess around, don't Tell me, can you see him?"

Zhang Yuan: "..."

To be honest, I really can't watch it.

"Damn stuff, come back to me!"

It wasn't until Fang Chi walked to the elevator leading directly to the underground garage that Zhang Yuan's exclamation drifted down the corridor and reached his ears.

Fang Chi hooked the corner of his mouth, and the elevator door closed slowly, completely shutting out the manager's heart-piercing and affectionate calls.

But when he thought about where he was going next, he couldn't laugh immediately.

"Fuck, you can't live without doing your own crimes."

Come to the door to apologize or something, the next time you are awake is enough, right?

You don't want to follow the example of the sages and visit that...blind massage parlor.

That's right, there's nothing to worry about.

Moreover, it is rare to be uneasy.

The author has something to say: Brother Chi: If you know a mistake, correct it, come to the door to apologize, correct it again (no).

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