The boss wants me to fall asleep every night

This is a grand national concert, enough to accommodate 10,000+ people.

At this time, under the dim light, there was only a ray of light on the stage shining on Shen Heqiu.

Shen Heqiu raised his head slightly, sat on the chair, held the microphone in his hand, and closed his eyes.

Under the light, he was extraordinarily white, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and that fragile beauty was magnified countless times.

The prelude sounded, soft and peaceful music, this is Shen Heqiu's famous song, Autumn's famous song, and the most familiar song to fans.

The audience of 10,000+ sat in the audience, holding their breath, all looking at the thin person in the center of the stage, waiting for the end of the prelude, waiting for Shen and Qiu to speak.

All eyes.

No one knew that Shen Heqiu's throat was burning with pain, and the smell of blood rushed up from the bottom of his throat, and he swallowed it again.

He gripped the microphone so hard that his knuckles seemed to pierce the skin.

He knew clearly that something was wrong with his throat.

But the music is still going on, and it's time to sing.

On the enlarged screen, everyone watched as Shen Heqiu opened his mouth, but did not make a sound.

The fans started to get noisy, they thought there was a problem with the microphone.

Until they heard Shen and Qiu gasping in pain from the microphone.

The accompaniment stopped suddenly, and everyone knew that something was wrong with Shen and Qiu.

He gradually opened his eyes, which were filled with pain-colored water.

Chaos ensued.

Shen and Qiu were taken off the stage by the staff. Amidst the loud noise from the fans, the staff claimed that there was a little accident.

But no one knows exactly what happened.

That night, there were many hot searches on Weibo related to the loss of voice at the Autumn concert.

Fans wailed and angrily accused the studio of making a statement.

The studio responded quickly, but the statement released was specious and lacked focus.

The follow-up did not come forward again, and the public opinion was allowed to ferment until the heat slowly dropped after two or three months.

Late at night, Shen and Qiu were alone at home.

Ever since Shen Heqiu was forced to change to a new manager, the Weibo account was completely out of his control.

If he wants to read the news on Weibo now, he can only log in to his newly registered private account.

"Someone came to Tao to tell me what happened to Autumn? Jiujiu hasn't had this kind of situation in the two years since his debut. It's just that if he is not in good health, there is no need to rest for so long, right? Autumn equinox will be heartbroken."

"What else is so good, it's nothing more than Jiang Lang's talent. U1s1, AUT's previous songs are just like that. I don't know why it became popular so fast. I'm afraid it's not because there are gold masters behind it, and the bird fans are filtered by fans. Make a fool of yourself and brag about your strength."

"The mic is closed upstairs. The strength of my Jiujiu is recognized by the public, okay? Someone talked about his background when he first became popular. He is a vegan and has no financial backer."

"The one above seems to be Lu Qiu's fan, right? Bhys, don't you still know that your family is forcing your brother to think about the name 'Little Autumn' all day long?"

"But it's been too long since AUT has appeared. Maybe the company wants to hide him?"

"Xue Zang AUT is too hard to think about... As long as he can sing, no one in the music world can surpass him for the time being, and Yihua Entertainment won't break their own cash cow, right?"

Shen Heqiu turned off Weibo abruptly.

He lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes trembled, and even the tears on them trembled, and the tip of his nose was slightly red from crying.

He can almost recall the moment on the stage, when the audience's gaze was like a spotlight on him, he opened his mouth wide, trying to make a sound from the bottom of his throat, but the only thing that came out from the microphone was his embarrassment. Breathing.

At that time, he couldn't sing a single note.

His throat was so sore that he could barely hold the microphone.

From that day on, even though his voice got better, no matter how many times he tried, he could never sing and compose like before.

His disease relapsed severely.

Shen Heqiu panickedly grabbed the water glass on the table, and then reached for the medicine bottle next to it.

"Snapped."

The medicine bottle rolled to the ground with a crisp sound.

Shen Heqiu was startled by the sound, instinctively shivered his shoulders, and shrank into the corner of the sofa.

He clenched the silver bracelet on his left hand, his face paled for a long time, and then he slowly bent down to pick up the medicine bottle from the ground with red eyes.

Shen Heqiu carefully poured out a few pills, mixed them with water and swallowed them.

The cold boiled water rolled down the throat and fell into the stomach, and the tense nerves were also relieved.

Shen Heqiu gradually became sleepy, and he fell asleep in the living room.

When he woke up the next morning, it was late and he was going to work part-time at a coffee shop.

Now Shen Heqiu can no longer sing or write songs. As a creative singer, all he can do is play.

The company tried its best to conceal his situation from the outside world. In order not to expose it, they did not give him a job, and naturally he did not make any money.

However, all the savings he saved before were used to fill the bottomless pit of his father's company bankruptcy. Now is the time when he is short of money, and the part-time piano job he finally found in a coffee shop is currently his source of living expenses.

The coffee shop is not too far from home, Shen and Qiu have always been afraid of the crowded scene in public transportation, so they just swept a shared bicycle on the side of the road and rode there.

He didn't take any cover-up measures. According to the inertial thinking of ordinary people, he would definitely not think that the stars on TV would be so poor that they had to work part-time. Moreover, he has lost weight recently and his hair has grown a lot. He was recognized by others. The odds are slim.

Shen Heqiu's physique is relatively weak, probably because of taking medicine all the year round, his body is thin and thin, and he has ridden a bicycle all the way without breaking a sweat.

"Xiaoqiu is here?"

The owner of the coffee shop is a very elegant old gentleman, when he saw Shen Heqiu coming in from the door, the wrinkles on his face burst into laughter.

Shen Heqiu nodded obediently.

The boss knew that he didn't like to talk, so he didn't bother him, so he happily walked away after exchanging a few pleasantries.

After a while, it will be part-time working hours, Shen and Qiu went to the staff locker room to change their uniforms.

As soon as he opened the door, a black shadow quickly rushed from inside to his feet, pressing on the back of his feet.

"Puff?" Shen Heqiu yelled softly, in exchange for the pussy cat lying on its feet with a babyish "meow meow".

"Brother Xiaoqiu came a little late this afternoon. Puff has been jumping up and down in the store looking for you since this morning. I can't even catch you."

A young boy came out of the room, wearing the uniform of a waiter in a coffee shop. The apron around his body was obviously caught by the mischievous puffs, and the side was a little damaged and rolled up.

Unlike the slender Shen Heqiu, the boy was tall and could cast a shadow when standing in front of people. He was not handsome, but he looked comfortable and pleasing to the eye.

Shen Heqiu took two steps back uncomfortably, retreated from the shadow cast down by the other party, breathed a sigh of relief, and then responded in a low voice: "Song Mingyuan..."

The boy who was called replied with a smile: "What's the matter, Brother Xiaoqiu?"

Shen Heqiu looked down at the puffs that were sticky and meowing around his feet, took a breath, and lowered his voice slowly, timidly: "Today... I have something to do, so it's late."

Song Mingyuan looked at the person in front of him, and the other person's beautiful amber eyes were filled with light mist, like a cute little animal that was too timid to touch people.

People can't help but want to tease, and crying is even better.

Song Mingyuan pursed his lips, his smile became brighter, and his tone was brisk: "So that's the case, brother Xiaoqiu, let's change clothes first, the store manager should be opening the store soon, I'll help."

Hearing this, Shen Heqiu was relieved, picked up Puff from his feet, and hurried into the dressing room.

He put the kitten on a chair beside him, and hurriedly began to change his clothes.

The uniforms of the coffee shop are all custom-made according to the size of the employees. The slim white shirt outlines the smooth and straight lines of the young man's back.

After Shen Heqiu changed his clothes, he opened the door and was about to go out.

Seeing that he was going to leave, Puff jumped off the chair and followed him clingily, but found that Shen and Qiu were standing still again.

It "meowed" in confusion, poked its head out from the crack of the door, and saw another shit-shoveling officer.

Song Mingyuan stood at the door, leaning against the wall, as if he was waiting for Shen Heqiu to come out.

Shen Heqiu was caught off guard and met his eyes, only to feel that the other party's eyes staring at him were a little scary, like two dark holes that would suck people in.

He is not very sensitive to these things, he just doesn't like them and is also very afraid.

But this feeling was fleeting, and soon Song Mingyuan laughed again, his eyes bright: "Brother Xiaoqiu, have you changed? The boss asked me to urge you."

Shen Heqiu's thoughts were still immersed in that look, he thought slowly, and felt that there seemed to be maliciousness that was very common to him.

Hearing Song Mingyuan's voice suddenly, he opened his eyes slightly, pursed his lips, gave a vague "um", and missed Song Mingyuan walking out with a pale face.

He didn't want to talk to Song Mingyuan.

Shen Heqiu touched the silver bracelet on his left wrist, trying hard not to be afraid anymore.

After Shen and Qiu walked away, Song Mingyuan stood where he was and stroked his fingertips.

His eyes were dark, and he laughed hoarsely when he thought of Shen Heqiu's little rabbit-like panicked expressions just now.

"It's quite sensitive." He accidentally didn't cover it up, and the little rabbit could tell something was wrong right away.

He had to hide better, or he would accidentally scare the rabbit away, which would be so boring.

Shen and Qiu sat in front of the piano.

The number of customers in the coffee shop increased, and they were basically regular customers. As soon as they saw him coming out, they knew that the piano performance was about to start.

The already quiet store became even quieter.

Shen Heqiu sat in front of the piano, raised their hands, and the silver bracelet on their left wrists shone brightly under the lamp.

He paused, flicked the silver bracelet lightly, then took a deep breath, pressed the keys, and started playing today.

It was at this time that Yi Sheng walked into the store.

The smooth and soothing piano sound fills the small coffee shop, making people feel happy.

The person playing the piano looked even more pleasing to the eye. Wearing that uniform on him, he didn't look like someone playing the piano, but rather a little prince who ran out of a castle.

Yi Sheng ordered a cup of coffee, found an empty seat and sat down, watching people from afar.

Shen Heqiu played the piano with concentration, or he was used to the feeling of being watched by others, and he didn't feel that anyone was looking at him seriously.

The beautiful slender white fingers fluttered over the keys, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off them.

Warm lights shone down from above and sprinkled on Shen Heqiu's body, casting a golden halo around him.His skin is fair, and under such a photo, it seems that his whole body is shining.

Yi Sheng lowered his head and took a sip of his coffee, then chuckled, his stern and profound eyes seemed to melt like ice and snow.

People look pretty good.

From the moment Yi Sheng walked in the door, someone noticed this man.

He is quite handsome, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, tall and long legs, and suits and leather shoes.

The aura around him was truly frightening, making it hard for anyone to breathe.

Only when he looked at Shen Heqiu, his expression became a little gentler.

As soon as he turned his gaze away and lowered his eyes slightly, he felt a little cold and unapproachable.

A strange handsome man suddenly joined a group of regular customers, which was obviously quite eye-catching, especially after he laughed, several young girls couldn't hold back.

It's rare to see a handsome guy in a coffee shop, but I saw another one today.

It's a pity that the other party got up and left the coffee shop after listening to the piano, and didn't even have a chance to strike up a conversation with them. They could only look at the other party's back and sigh.

Why did you leave after listening?

After Shen Heqiu played the last piece, he stood up from the piano bench. He hurriedly bowed to the applause of the crowd and stepped off the stage, and went to the dressing room to change his clothes.

The sound of the percussion of the piano keys and the black and white notes on the music score made him feel familiar but strange.

He could still play them, but he could no longer write a complete melody out of them.

Shen Heqiu sat on the bench in the locker room with his head bowed, his heart clenched in pain, his eyes were red and his breathing was disordered and he shed a few tears.

"Meow?" Puff squeezed in through the door of the dressing room, ran to Shen Heqiu's feet and looked up at him, then rubbed his legs stickily.

Shen Heqiu wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes, and said nasally in his voice, "Puff...I'm fine."

He knelt down and touched Puff's small head, two small dimples appeared on the corners of his slightly curved lips.

Shen Heqiu stood up, planning to go out from the dressing room.

His working hours for today are over and he can go.

The cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang, and a call came in.

Shen Heqiu glanced at the caller ID.

It's his new manager Liang Hong.

He picks it up.

"Hello." Liang Hong's impatient voice came from the phone's speaker.

Without waiting for Shen Heqiu to respond, he said in a bad tone: "Shen Heqiu, come here to sign the agreement tomorrow."

"The upper management of the company has decided to abandon you now, and you have been 'sold' to the owner of the Yi family at a high price."