Lock text system: The hero please respect yourself

In the winter night, it was too dark to see a little light, and it was bitingly cold outside, but there was a layer of fog on the car windows.

Unknowingly, there was a little sound in the distance, the outline of the house was vaguely visible, and the sound of pots and pans was also heard. Lan Mingsu opened the car door and walked out, and said to the inside: "It's morning, let's eat noodles." ?"

Jian Shaomei smiled softly and said, "Eat you."

Lan Mingsu ignored him, put on a dark gray overcoat, and closed the car door.

Jian Shaomei walked out of the co-pilot's door.

When Lan Mingsu was wearing clothes, he always felt a little afraid to profane, but thinking about last night, his mood was bright again.He walked beside Lan Mingsu, and quietly took his hand: "Does it hurt?"

Lan Mingsu walked away without making a sound, his eyes lowered slightly: "It's dawn, there are people."

Jian Shaomei put her hands in her pockets: "Are you uncomfortable? It's all my fault, I cum inside."

The tone was apologetic, and the attitude was impeccably good, but there was a bit of complacency in his voice that he didn't want to hide.

Lan Mingsu refused to comment, as if he didn't hear it, he stood in front of the Lanzhou ramen shop and said, "Master, here is a bowl of noodles."

Jian Shaomei quickly followed up, showing her dimples with a smile: "Good morning, sir, give me a bowl too."

"Okay." The uncle turned around and said with a smile, "College student? Get up so early?"

"Well, my brother, I have something to do with you."

Jian Shaomei pulled Lan Mingsu's hand under his sleeve again, Lan Mingsu turned to look at him, and said in a low voice, "Do you want to be seen by others?"

"So they are brothers." The uncle was cooking the noodles in the pot, looking up at the two of them, "No wonder they seem to be in such a good relationship—come on, the noodles are ready!"

"Better than ordinary brothers." Jian Shaomei smiled again, and took the hot bowl from the uncle's hand with both hands, "Give it to me, uncle, my brother likes me to serve him."

Lan Mingsu's eyelids trembled.

Jian Shaomei brought the bowl to the small table next to her. There were few people on the street. Jian Shaomei looked around and couldn't help flirting with Lan Mingsu: "Does Mr. Lan like me serving you?"

Lan Mingsu ate the noodles without saying a word.

"Mr. Lan, do you believe that I dare to kiss you now?"

Lan Mingsu raised his head immediately: "I believe it."

"Does Mr. Lan like me to serve you?"

"..." Lan Mingsu's face was hot.

"Mr. Lan forgot so quickly..." Jian Shaomei approached her face.

Lan Mingsu quickly grabbed his head, put her lips next to his ear and said quickly: "I like you to insert me." Then she let him go, her ears were slightly red, she raised her chopsticks and continued to eat noodles.

Jian Shaomei blushed, smiled and said in a low voice: "...Mr. Lan likes it, as long as I like it, I like it, I like it..."

"What are you going to do now?" Lan Mingsu changed the subject in a timely manner.

Jian Shaomei's expression became serious, but she immediately smiled and said, "It's nothing, I've already figured it out, writing songs is the only thing I want to do in my life. No matter what others say, I will continue to write and will not give up. "

"Ah."

"Thank you Mr. Lan for finding me last night." His tone became gentle again.

Last night was so cold, so helpless, until someone pulled him out of the ice and snow and gave him such a good night.In the future, when he thinks of the first and biggest blow in his life, it will never be painful and sad again. His memory is full of Mr. Lan's hot kiss, soothing voice and wet body.

"Ah."

Jian Shaomei ate the noodles with her head down, and asked nonchalantly, "Mr. Lan is 28, don't you want to find a boyfriend? Does your family not ask?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." Lan Mingsu said briefly.

Jian Shaomei hadn't heard him talk about family affairs so far, he didn't mention a word, and Jian Shaomei didn't want to ask any more, and said with a smile: "Actually, there is no need to worry, Mr. Lan is still very young."

Wait for him, wait for him, wait for him to stand on his own, and he can justifiably take him as his own.

Lan Mingsu won't have another boyfriend, he is already his, anyone who wants to touch him will drive him crazy.

"Actually, you don't have to take Guo Beilin's words too seriously." Lan Mingsu said.

"It still makes sense." Jian Shaomei lowered her head, "I should think about it carefully."

Lan Mingsu didn't say anything more.

If someone in this world thinks that he has no talent, he really has no talent.Even seniors in the industry may not be short-sighted.In other words, every lesson should serve as a spur to him. In the end, whether he can be reborn or just slump depends on his resilience.

Jian Shaomei is now at this critical point.

This is the road he has to go through. Sometimes he can help him, but sometimes, he can only walk alone.

"Do you need a teacher?" Lan Mingsu asked.

Jian Shaomei hurriedly said: "No need, Mr. Lan is too troublesome. And I think the teacher is useless to me now... I don't know my direction."

Lan Mingsu remained silent.Jian Shaomei's direction...?

"I'll take you back to the dormitory." He put down the empty noodle bowl.

"No, I can go back by myself. You have to go home and take a shower to get ready for work." Jian Shaomei picked up her bag.

Just about to get up and leave, Lan Mingsu suddenly stopped, took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket: "Hello, Beilin?"

Mr. Guo.Why did he call?Jian Shaomei also stopped.

Lan Mingsu listened silently: "Well...he is here."

He handed the phone to Jian Shaomei.

Jian Shaomei put the phone to her ear for no reason: "Mr. Guo... well, my phone is out of battery."

I just heard Guo Beilin say on the other end of the phone: "How do you think you wrote yesterday's song?"

"...leaves a lot to be desired."

"What are the shortcomings?"

This makes him how to say now, he hasn't thought about it since last night, what insightful words can he say in a hurry?Jian Shaomei frowned and said, "The melody at the climax is not powerful enough."

Guo Beilin didn't speak.

Jian Shaomei said again: "A little dull in the early stage?"

Guo Beilin remained silent.

"Is the turning point in the middle not good?"

"..."

Jian Shaomei can't say anything anymore, is she going to criticize her song from the beginning to the end?Guo Beilin said slowly: "The part of your whole song that is well written is the few seconds at the end."

Jian Shaomei lowered her head and said nothing.

He spent a month of painstaking efforts, only the ending was interesting, and it was far from the passing grade that Guo Beilin said.

"So what was the biggest problem early on?" he asked.

"It's a bit old-fashioned, and I can't let it go."

Jian Shaomei's chest suddenly became depressed.Old-fashioned and uncreative, this is the greatest negation, even insult, to a creator.

"The purpose of my call today is not to discuss the song you wrote. I want to ask if you want to be a singer yourself."

Jian Shaomei was speechless.Sing?

"You can't become popular by writing songs, and your voice needs to be trained. We discussed it for a long time last night. Your situation is not suitable for writing songs behind the scenes, and you can't reach the strengths for the time being. But we can consider shaping you into a An idol-style singer-songwriter."

Jian Shaomei never thought that Guo Beilin would have such a plan.

"Are you interested?"

Sing.This road is a little strange to him.

"So I can still write songs?"

"You are a singer-songwriter, do you think you can write songs?"

"I'm not very good at singing."

"Training is required, and the details will be discussed in detail."

Jian Shaomei nodded slowly, and suddenly realized that Guo Beilin couldn't see, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm interested."

Songwriting is not good enough, but as long as he can keep writing, there is still a chance.

"Well, come to the company at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning and have a detailed talk with me."

Jian Shaomei put down the phone, sat down without saying a word, and looked at Lan Mingsu in a daze.

"Mr. Lan, I'm going to be a singer."

~

Lan Mingsu's eyes moved to the lower right corner of the computer screen.

10.28am.The phone hasn't rang yet.The meeting between Jian Shaomei and Guo Beilin is not over yet.

He picked up the mobile phone on the table, and the last text message was Jian Shaomei's smiling face.

【Mr. Lan, the meeting is about to start, I'm going in.Miss you. (Embrace)】

Lan Mingsu picked up the phone on the table, pressed it a few times, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the office: "Xiao Zhu, order me a breakfast, yes, soy milk and—forget it, I'll go down and buy it myself."

His eyes fell on a man in the lower corner of the opposite office building.

This is an inconspicuous person, even if you have seen him a few times, you will not remember his appearance. He is wearing quite ordinary clothes, holding a cigarette in his hand, and leaning on the office building to smoke leisurely.

The man looks like he is resting.

Lan Mingsu put on a suit jacket, quickly left the office, took the elevator straight down to the first floor, picked up the mobile phone and dialed a random number, and walked towards the small alley next to the opposite office building while making a call.

When passing the man in the corner, he lowered his head and saw nothing, but the man slowly threw away the cigarette, put his hands in his pockets, and followed him from a distance.

Lan Mingsu walked halfway to the alley, turned around suddenly, and grabbed his collar: "What are you following me for?"

The man seemed a little surprised, but immediately calmed down, struggling without speaking, just looking at him with eyes like a dead fish.

Lan Mingsu said coldly: "I will consider what Mr. Qian said, so that he doesn't have to worry about it, and he doesn't need to find someone to watch me every day."

The man pushed his shoulder and straightened his collar, still silent, as if he was a little angry at his incompetence.

How did you find it?

Even if he entered the customs with this outfit, no one would give him a second look.

He looked up at Lan Mingsu silently.This little white face doesn't seem to have any skills, and his usual temper is not bad, and he treats people politely, making him feel like a scholar who is bullied, but now for some reason, his face is still the same, and the expressionless eyes in the bottom of his eyes are somewhat intimidating. people.

He shivered suddenly.

Anyway, it was discovered.Even changing clothes every day has been noticed.

Lan Mingsu watched the man walk out of the quiet alley, with a sullen face and motionless.

Sure enough, it was Mr. Qian.What's the matter, what is there in him that Mr. Qian wants, bribes are not enough, and it takes a lot of trouble to send someone to monitor him?

Suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

Lan Mingsu pressed the answer button: "Huh? Is it over?"

The voice over there was a little low: "Mr. Guo wants to take me to dinner, I'll talk to you later. They want to sign me."

"Ah."

"What are you doing?"

Lan Mingsu looked at his watch: "Get ready for lunch."

"Tonight, tonight, how about I go to your house? I don't understand something, so I want to ask you."

"Ah."

"What time do you get home?"

"It's 8 o'clock."

"it is good."

The man had already disappeared, Lan Mingsu walked out while talking, stopped at the corner stall of the office building, and took out his wallet: "Master, take a bowl of noodles."

"Mr. Lan, it's so early." The old man was busy in the shop, "You seem to be in a good mood today? Who are you calling? Girlfriend?"

"No." Lan Mingsu touched the slightly raised corner of his mouth in embarrassment.

"Which girl is so lucky? Is she younger than you?" The old man looked at his face, turned around with a smile and said to himself, "It's better to be young, simple, and not accidental. What can you do for her?" They adore you so much..."

Lan Mingsu froze for a moment, then smiled thoughtfully.

"Are you sure? How old is it?"

"21."

"So young? Boss Lan has provoked a little girl, so he has to remember to be responsible..."

Lan Mingsu took the face in embarrassment: "Thank you, sir, I'm leaving."

~

At 8:05, the door of the elevator opened and Lan Mingsu came out.Jian Shaomei was sitting on the steps of the door, dressed in sportswear she usually wears, she didn't stand up when she saw him appear, but just looked up at him.

Lan Mingsu took out the key to unlock the lock, Jian Shaomei was shrouded in his shadow, lowered his head, and gently leaned against his waist.

Lan Mingsu's eyelids moved: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Jian Shaomei got up, followed him into the room, looked at him with an almost confused expression, and closed the door.

"You said they want to sign you. Do you want to sign?" Lan Mingsu put his coat and briefcase on the chair, poured a glass of water, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt.

"Well. It's the only way I can write songs right now."

Jian Shaomei also put down his backpack and coat. It was already cold winter, but he was wearing very thin clothes. He didn't wear any warm clothes under his sportswear, and his arms could be seen when he pulled the cuffs.

He took out a document package from his backpack: "This is the contract they asked me to bring back, read it tonight, and go to the company to officially sign it tomorrow—"

Lan Mingsu looked down at him, then suddenly reached out and touched his chest.

So thin, he thought.Is not It Cold?

Jian Shaomei's body froze at this point, raised her head and said calmly: "Mr. Lan, why don't we go to your bedroom first? I don't mind, the contract can wait..."

Lan Mingsu had already withdrawn her hand.

He took a stack of papers from Jian Shaomei, sat down on the sofa, his ears were red, he looked down at the contract in his hand as if he hadn't heard anything.

Jian Shaomei hugged her knees on the carpet, giggling: "Mr. Lan, I'm so young and don't understand anything. Mr. Lan just likes to hook me up and do shameful things."

Lan Mingsu focused on the contract without saying a word.