Inspiring people in the entertainment industry

Shao Dong ran two stops before stopping. The neon lights of various colors made the whole city look so blurred and unreal.Under the faint light of the street lamps, on the wide road, the taillights of cars flashed across.

After hailing a taxi, I will definitely not be able to go back to the dormitory today. At worst, I will go home and sleep. Local students only have this little advantage.

Back at the door, Cheng Le was squatting downstairs and playing with a lighter. When he saw Shao Dong came back, he stood up quickly: "Why are you so slow? I'm so cold."

Shao Dong had no choice but to lead people into the house, and it was not the first time for Cheng Le to come to Shao Dong's house to spend the night. He walked into Shao Dong's bedroom familiarly, and leaned on the bed, "Your father is not at home? Didn't he stop taking medicine for a long time?" Well, there is still a smell of Chinese medicine."

Shao Dong pushed open the window, "My dad took the students abroad to participate in a competition, and the windows were not open during the day at home, so it was airtight."

Cheng Le sighed, took out a pack of cigarettes and played with it.

Shao Dong's eyes widened: "You don't want to sing anymore?"

Cheng Le sniffed the cigarette, "Didn't you say that the smoky voice is very sexy?"

Shao Dong felt as if he had been struck by lightning, "Voice is natural... Your teacher never taught you the principle of 'exercise more when you are fat, and read more when you are ugly'!"

Cheng Le: "That's what your teacher taught you, silly melon."

Shao Dong shook his wrist with the drum stick: "You don't have only one way to live. Didn't your father arrange a job for you? If you really want to be an artist, when you were admitted to Beijing Academy of Arts, being an actor is more promising than singing."

Cheng Le is from out of town, and his family is not short of money. It is said that his father still has a little power, so it is not a problem to arrange a job for Cheng Le.

Cheng Le threw away the cigarette and turned over: "Hey, Donggua, I actually have something I want to tell you."

Shao Dong didn't stop, and said first: "I happen to have something to tell you. You know that I actually teach students in the music classroom. Last year's grade test results came out. Parents of the students require one-on-one, and there are a lot of people. It is not uniform, and practice classes are also arranged in the evenings, so I may not have time to participate in your band's activities."

Shao Dong went to the small bar to perform just to help Cheng Le. He himself works as a jazz drum teacher in a music classroom.Although he hasn't graduated yet, relying on the brand of the Conservatory of Music, his hourly salary is not low.

The music classroom where he works is not big, and has a good reputation in W City for more than ten years. It has special meaning for Shao Dong. Shao Dong practiced drums here when he was a child, but the teacher at that time was his father.When the boss asked him, a sophomore, if he was willing to help, Shao Dong agreed.

Cheng Le heaved a sigh of relief, stood up and lay on Shao Dong's back, "It's so warm to hug like this."

It is better for Shao Dong to say it first than him.During the days of playing drums in the small bar, whenever Cheng Le got an invitation, Shao Dong had already rejected it more than a dozen times. It was not Shao Dong's fault, but Cheng Le's heart would always be sour.

Looking at Shao Dong's round face, Cheng Le shook his head.Shao Dong is well-known in school as a popular person. When he first entered school, he was teased for his body, but he was good at piano and jazz drums, and he went to the composition department for a long time to sit in. He was a good student in the eyes of the teacher. , even if he grows fat, who dares to talk about Shao Dong's body again.

Shao Dong was busy practicing and couldn't hear clearly, "What are you muttering, get up! I said you should wash up before going to sleep."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really clean. If I don't find anyone after 45, let's make do with it."

"Don't worry, one day I will find a fairy who will surprise you!"

"You? If you find a blind man, he won't be picky about food."

Shao Dong waved the drum stick in his hand, and he couldn't beat his mouth. He is a vocalist, and he would hang his voice every day, "Go take a bath!"

Cheng Le let go of Shao Dong, and fell on the bed, "Hey, Shao Dong, do you know what masculinity is? Only a man who doesn't take a bath has a taste! You like bathing so much because you masturbate every time you take a bath. You Can you wash it twice less and find a girl to help you masturbate."

Shao Dong stared: "Get lost."

……

For the next few days, it was raining heavily in City W. Shao Dong and Cheng Le didn't go back to the dormitory that night and no one noticed. Shao Dong went to the music classroom for class on Saturday.

It was raining lightly outside, and the sky was gray. The saplings on the sidewalk outside the door sprouted green branches and leaves, and the slanting raindrops hit the bright glass windows of the music classroom.

Shao Dong squatted in the shop and carefully wiped the jazz drum.

"Excuse me, is this student Shao Dong Shao?" A hesitant voice came, and Shao Dong turned around.

Following the pair of shiny leather shoes, he saw an uncle in his fifties with gray hair, wearing a dark suit and a pair of white gloves.

"Student Shao?" The middle-aged uncle said kindly.

Shao Dong blinked, couldn't remember who this person was for a moment, and looked at the other party with doubts: "Are you here for consultation? How old are the children? We recruit students from five to 25 years old. Currently there are piano, flute , erhu and jazz drum.”

The middle-aged uncle smiled, "Mr. Wei asked me to come and invite you. My surname is Zhang, and I am Mr. Wei's driver."

Shao Dong was confused: "Mr. Wei?"

"Wei Qing's Wei." Driver Zhang glanced at Shao Dong, unable to figure out what Mr. Wei was thinking.There are so many beautiful "beauties" who don't care about it, and are interested in the fat man in front of them.

Although Shao Dong is fat, his face is not impossible to look at directly. He has big eyes and a high nose bridge, and he looks energetic with short hair.The skin on the round face is so smooth that you really want to squeeze it.Even so, the driver couldn't see anything about Shao Dong that Mr. Wei missed so much.

Shao Dong thought for a long time but couldn't think of anything, so he couldn't help asking: "I really don't know Mr. Wei."

Driver Zhang coughed, and stared blankly: "Mr. Wei never remembers wrongly. Your name is Shao Dong. You are 20 years old this year. You are a third-year student at the Conservatory of Music. Are you majoring in Western Percussion?"

Shao Dong said 'oh'.

Seeing that Shao Dong didn't respond, Driver Zhang quickly said, "There was a fight in the bar a few days ago, don't you remember?"

Shao Dong laughed. He has a fleshy face. He may not pay attention to it at ordinary times. When he looked closely, he could find dimples on his cheeks: "I was there at the time. I really don't know Mr. Wei."

Driver Zhang was dazed by Shao Dong's smiling face, and wanted to pinch that round face with his hand, but he rolled his eyes when he heard this sentence, "When you ran out, Mr. Wei was by your side."

Shao Dong put down the rag and sat by the drum, "There were so many people at that time, I don't remember, did I hurt him? I'm just a poor student..."

He was stunned for a while, then took out a pile of crumpled banknotes, and stuffed them all into Driver Zhang, "Is this enough?" A few steel coins were left behind and hit the ground with a loud clang.

Driver Zhang glanced at the change in his hand, wishing he could throw the money back.If you really want to hurt Mr. Wei, can you afford this pile of change?

"At that time, you gave Mr. Wei a hand and prevented him from hitting the glass window. Mr. Wei wanted to thank you."

These remarks were Mr. Wei's original words, and as the driver, he brought them along, and it has nothing to do with him whether the other party believes it or not.

Shao Dong ran around the room chasing the steel smith, his mouth not idle: "What else? I don't remember."

Driver Zhang couldn't bear to watch Shao Dong's round shape "rolling" around in the room, stepped forward, helped pick up the steel coin, and returned the money to the little fat man: "Just follow me."

Shao Dong: "Do you have children? Let me tell you, although jazz drums are inconvenient, and there is no chance to perform outside, but it can reduce stress. Look how tired children are living now, with endless homework , the pressure is high, learning the piano is a bit difficult, learning the jazz drums is so good, it’s better than going out to fight, it’s not only venting, but also enjoying the music..."

Hehehe... Driver Zhang was immediately dizzy from Shao Dong's mouth, and could only wave his hands helplessly: "My daughter is already in college, so I don't like this."

Smiling, Shao Dong still didn't give up, stuffed the money into his pocket randomly, and picked up the drum stick: "How about I play a song for you, it's raining outside, just to relieve boredom."

Driver Zhang looked at his watch nervously, and said almost pleadingly: "Mr. Wei is still waiting in the car. Why don't you come with me first, and if you refuse, say it in person. I'm just a messenger."

Shao Dong looked at the bitter face of the driver. He was several years older than his father. He felt uncomfortable when the elder begged him so humbly, so he could only nod and agree: "Then I will say hello to the boss."

The driver uncle looked at Shao Dong gratefully, thinking, this student Shao was soft rather than tough.

The concrete road outside the classroom was potholed by parked vehicles, and the raindrops caused ripples in circles.

Shao Dong held the umbrella and moved it towards the driver: "Did I really save Mr. Wei?"

Driver: "Mr. Wei will not remember wrongly."

Shao Dong: "Really."

The driver nodded and sighed: "Mr. Wei has such a temper."

"But..." Shao Dong didn't have any impression of his hand-holding.

The driver patted Shao Dong on the back: "Mr. Wei wants to thank you in person."

The fat man in front of him is not annoying, he is polite, and his soft and waxy appearance is quite attractive after a long time.The driver looked back at the music classroom, then at Shao Dong's fair and chubby face, half of his shoulder was wet, and sighed softly.

The people Mr. Wei wants to use naturally have to check their family background. Although Shao Dong is now white, fat, clean and happy all day long, he has suffered a lot in the past.

Shao Dong has no mother, and his only relative is his father, Shao Bai.It is said that Shao Bai is very strict. He used to be a teacher at the Conservatory of Music, but he failed in business and investment. When Shao Dong was young, people came to ask for debts from time to time.

Driver Zhang thought about this, and then looked at Shao Dong with softer eyes.It's not easy for people to live in this world.

The two walked to the side of the road, and a luxury car was parked not far away.The driver stabbed Shao Dong, stepped forward, and opened the car door: "Mr. Wei, classmate Shao is here."

Shao Dong looked into the car. He was dressed in black, black trousers, black sunglasses, his hair was neatly combed, and he was sitting upright. His whole body exuded an aura that made him feel a bit cold.

Most of the whole face was covered by the black super sunglasses, only the resolute jaw was exposed, and there was not even a stubble of beard.

"Mr. Wei, hello."

Mr. Wei didn't speak, but the corners of his mouth were tense, "Get in the car."

The driver closed the umbrella, poked Shao Dong's waist, and signaled him to go up.

Shao Dong hesitated for a moment, but the other party looked very rich, exuding the aura of 'I am an elite, I am rich and handsome', and he was just a poor student, so the other party didn't have to make things difficult for him.

He bent down: "Can you sit inside, I take up more space."

The corners of Mr. Wei's mouth curled slightly when he heard this, and he moved inward.

The car was driving smoothly, and the driver only felt chills on his back.Mr. Wei didn't mention the location, so he could only wander around on the street.

Seeing that the car was already driving, Shao Dong stretched out his hand: "My name is Shao Dong, hello."

Mr. Wei didn't respond at all. Shao Dong looked at Mr. Wei's big sunglasses curiously, and tentatively shook his fat paw in front of Mr. Wei's eyes, but the other party was indifferent.It turns out that the sunglasses are not for pretending to be cool, this Mr. Wei has a problem with his eyes.

Shao Dong sighed in his heart, what can he do with money, he can't see the beauty of this world.The compelling heroic spirit of Mr. Wei suddenly disappeared in his heart, and he boldly took Mr. Wei's hand on his lap and shook it.

The warm palm was stimulated by the cold fingertips of the other party. Shao Dong wanted to pull his hand away, but Mr. Wei grabbed it with his backhand.

Mr. Wei raised his eyebrows, relaxed his tense body, pressed his thumb on the back of his fat hand, released it lightly, and pressed it twice before saying, "Wei Chen."

Shao Dong stayed in the school all the time, so he didn't know anything about the society, but the other party probably regarded his hand as a baby warmer, and Shao Dong was too embarrassed to refuse, so he could only say hello again honestly: "Hello, Mr. Wei."

Wei Chen was silent for a while: "You haven't heard my name?"

"?" Shao Dong thought for a while but still couldn't remember, and said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wei..." He had heard of Wei Qing, but he had died for thousands of years. Could it be that Mr. Wei is Wei Qing's descendant?That's really rich.

The driver was looking in the rearview mirror. He had never seen such a reckless master who was not slapped by Mr. Wei.

The driver wanted to change lanes and turn right, and turned on the lights, but a car behind did not turn on the overtaking lights, and rushed out from the right. The driver was startled in a cold sweat, slammed the steering wheel, and the car braked to the left.

The brakes turned too quickly, Shao Dong got into the car without wearing a seat belt, his body was pushed towards the door by inertia, and the hand held by Wei Chen took it into his arms, and Wei Chen bumped into his fat belly immediately.

Shao Dong wanted to cry but had no tears. Although he was full of fat, he couldn't help but hit him like this.

He waited for a long time but didn't see Wei Chen getting up, and finally couldn't help but say: "Wei, Mr. Wei...you're pressing me down..."

Seeing that the car involved in the accident had disappeared, the driver did not dare to look back at the situation inside the car, so he pulled the car over and said, "Mr. Wei, someone overtook illegally just now."

Wei Chen's ears turned red, and he put one hand on Shao Dong's body, just about to say something, but his fingers moved.The warm and smooth skin, with a refreshing lemon smell, reminded Wei Chen of the bright sunshine and the fluffy and soft quilt.

Shao Dong moved his fat legs, helped him sit up, and said in a long-winded manner: "Mr. Wei, women don't touch their heads and men don't touch their waists..."

Wei Chen frowned, his sunglasses had fallen off, he didn't bother, he groped with his fingers, and poked: "You have a waist?"

Shao Dong's round face flushed from holding back, and he muttered: "You, the swimming ring is also a waist... Don't, don't look down on the swimming ring..."

Wei Chen suppressed a smile and withdrew his hand. Just as he was about to open his mouth, a fat arm came around. Before he had time to react, he heard a crisp clicking sound. Shao Dong's voice was with a gentle smile: "Fasten it!" seat belt."

Wei Chen was speechless, and the driver broke out in a cold sweat.

"Teach me to play the drums." Wei Chen pressed between his eyebrows and closed his eyes.

Shao Dong was in a dilemma: "Our boss stipulates that we don't accept more than 25..."

The driver hurriedly said, "Mr. Wei is only 28 years old this year, he's not yet [-], let's make allowances!"

"It's 28..." Shao Dong finished speaking and stared at Wei Chen's face.

The man looks very cool, with dark thick eyebrows, narrow and long eyeliner, thick black eyelashes, nose shape that does not look like Asians, and thin lips.

Wei Chen didn't respond, he kept his eyes closed from the beginning to the end, his handsome brows were tightly frowned, the thin skin on his forehead showed blue veins, and he snorted dissatisfiedly: "Don't stare at me."

Shao Dong was taken aback: ...you can't see it?