The boss wants me to fall asleep every night

center stage.

Standing on it, Shen and Qiu could hear rustling conversations from the stage.

"Really...autumn?"

"No way……"

"Watch and tell Chun to pry..."

Shen Heqiu's throat tightened for a moment.

The stage lights burned him like a fire, which made him feel a little hurt.

He can think of it as a brand that cannot be erased.

Whenever he stood at the focus of everyone's eyes, the bloody smell began to well up in his throat, and the dull pain in his stomach forced him to bend over.

"Aren't you going to sing...?"

"Is the news that came out before true?"

"He really can't sing anymore?"

That Yun Yun's connection hit Shen Heqiu's mind, making his nerves tense.

Noise poured into his ears, he could hear the woman cursing, and the muffled noise from the wine bottle: "Sing! You only know how to sing!"

"—Useless trash, your father was mad at you!"

Shen Heqiu punished him for gasping for breath twice, and raised his hands to cover his ears.

Don't think about it.

Don't listen.

The noise faded slowly like a tide, and another gentle and deep male voice came up.

—— "The rehearsal, I'm sitting on stage."

——"If Jiujiu is nervous, just look at me, just treat it as singing for me."

Shen Heqiu lifts the pole quickly

His eyes fell on the rightmost corner of the second row, and he saw what he wanted to see}.

Yi Sheng sat on his seat, met his gaze, and smiled encouragingly.

Sitting beside him, Lin Chengjun saw his clenched hands on the armrest of the seat, as if he had eaten ten catties of dog food.

Lin Chengjun was inexplicably attracted by Xiuyun

These two}.

Are you more nervous?

Shen Heqiu slowly let go of the hands covering their ears.

Take a deep breath.

Just like how Pingbi listened to Mr. Yi, his audience only needs to have Mr. Yi, don't care about it, don't listen.

Shen Heqiu calmed down and reached out to hold the microphone.

The light focused on him.

The originally noisy scene seemed to be thrown into ice water for a moment, and there was no sound.

Shen Heqiu closed their eyes.

His eyelashes are D long, carrying a faint light, fluttering like feathers to tickle his heart.

The shadow cast by the light on the ground is too thin and easy to break.

In the quiet air, dust falls little by little

Floating and swaying

Shen Heqiu stood in the center of the stage just like that. Before he sang a word, he had already attracted everyone's attention, and the venue seemed to have become his own home stadium.

He was born for the stage.

Zhifu [-] Mozunle Xifu woke up the crowd}.

"The same song……?"

"How come it's the same as my brother Lu Qiu's song?"

"Isn't it ugly and embarrassing?"

Taiwan σ haggard Shan chasing wishes, but the } on the stage has been free from interference.

Shen Heqiu opened his eyes, and in the light amber eyes were the dazzling starlight that seemed unreachable.

He sang the first line: "The temperature of the atmosphere burns the deep sea—"

Just this sentence.

All turmoil and controversy stopped.

It was as if a string of electric currents were flowing through the ears of the audience, and the ears and bodies seemed to be in a hurry.

The voice was clean and pure, and even wailed, and I was a bit complaining about the poor quality of the microphone, which couldn't be heard in the ears of the audience.

The gentle and heavy sadness of "Into the Sea" is conveyed from the singing, and the tune is colorfully painted by the beautiful voice.

It is like thousands of springs pouring into the sea from the sky, and like a whale in the deep sea jumping out from the bottom of the sea.

Yes.

"Into the Sea" should be like this.

Gentle, like the sun touching the surface of the sea.

Deep, like the thick water in the deep sea.

All the } present were almost stunned, their eyes involuntarily fixed on that } on the stage.

The melody in the ear brought the singer's complex and delicate emotions, swayed in the venue, and then slowly pushed towards the cascading tide.

The waves are raging, swallowing the scorching sun.

Lu Qiu sang the first note when Shen Heqiu sang.

Shen Heqiu, who was still singing in the stands, suddenly clenched their hands.

What's the matter!How can he sing so well?

Lu Qiu's complexion was faintly blue, and he even felt that the surrounding eyes were glaring at him, making him blush, as if he had been slapped hard.

Isn't he unable to sing after the concert!So what is this now!

Lip-syncing... yes, lip-syncing!

"False singing—" Lu Qiu didn't pay attention, and blurted out what was in his heart.

The worker standing next to him was relieved by his shock and broke away from the state of intoxicated singing.

She calmed down, and then glanced at Lu Qiu, dissatisfied with this interruption of her enjoyment, and said disdainfully: "You don't know that there will be a chorus in every time Xu Tutum sings "Into the Sea". They’re all different, and if you lip-sync, you’ll be able to hear it right away.”

After she finished speaking, her eyes fell into Song Shu's eyes again, looking forward to your forgiveness—"

The graceful singing voice like a siren spread in the venue.

The souls of the audience seemed to resonate with it.

But Lu Qiu couldn't hear it at all.

He stayed where he was, his eyes blushed with blood, and a subdued chill gradually rose on his back.

He can sing.

Shen Heqiu...can sing.

The shining Autumn in the center of the stage came again, standing right in front of him, making him shiver.

But why?Why can Shen and Qiu always get everything they want so easily?

No, it can't be.

Shen and Qiu couldn't come.

If Shen Heqiu comes, is there still a place for him?He finally climbed up from the bottom!

Lu Qiuwang stood on the stage and sang a song, and Shen Heqiu received a thousand times more enthusiastic applause and praise than him.

My heart calmed down instead.

He couldn't let Shen and Qiu come back so smoothly, otherwise all his hard work would be in vain.

Lu Qiu's expression gradually returned to his usual innocent smile, he smiled and everyone applauded Shen Heqiu.

Then he took out his mobile phone and dialed the number without a note with a gloomy expression.

"The plan has changed. Don't continue posting tonight's stuff, and reduce the heat as soon as possible."

"No, forget it. Let it go like this first." Lu Qiu suddenly changed his mind.

He has a better way to solve this problem, since the heat has already risen, why not use θァ

He just needs to step on Shen and Qiu before the official program airs.

Lu Qiu thought about the intimate figure of the man who could be seen as a superior, and suddenly another thought flashed in his mind.

He stopped the person who was about to hang up the phone: "Wait."

"I have some interesting news here, you will be interested."

"About why autumn disappeared for so long."

The singing at the rehearsal was a success.

Shen Heqiu ran backstage excitedly, wanting to send a message to Mr. Yi.

He sang it, even in the presence of so many}.

The lighting on the stage turned out to be warm, but watching Ziren sitting on the stage made him feel even warmer.

He found a new feeling of enjoying singing on stage.

Shen Heqiu hadn't turned on the phone yet, one arm lay in front of him, gently clasped him in his arms, and then reached out with the other hand and took his phone away.

"What do you want to send me?" Behind the man's voice was a smile, "Why don't you tell me in person, huh?"

Shen Heqiu looked up slightly with joy on Chang's face: "Yi, Mr. Yi!"

The pupils of his eyes were on the dimly lit road, shining brightly in the blink of an eye, and the smile on his snow-white cheeks was soft and sweet.

"I, I sang it!"

It was rare for Yi Sheng to see him so happy, and his pretty face finally revealed a little boyishness suitable for his age.

He is only 19 years old, he should be the youngest and most energetic Chu Jie

Yi Cheng's brows and eyes stretched, and he returned the phone to Shen Heqiu, as if agreeing with him, coaxing him: "Yeah, Heqiu is awesome."

Being praised like coaxing children, Shen Heqiu was ashamed

He grabbed his mobile phone, his cheeks were reddish, and the sweat beads from the nervousness on the stage just now hung on his forehead and the tip of his nose, like dewdrops on a newly blooming flower.

"Mr. Yi, Mr. Yi, do you think I sing well?"

"Well, you sing well." Yi Sheng replied with a smile, "Why do you only ask me for an opinion?"

Shen Heqiu blushed, ignorant and straightforward: "Because it was sung for Mr. Yi."

Just sing to him}.

If it wasn't for the hasty love story that he didn't know how to spell, Yi Sheng would have thought that this was the most beautiful love story in the world.

Yi Sheng punished him by stretching out his arms to wrap around Shen and Qiu, bowing down

Shen and Qiu couldn't see his expression, but felt the other's black hair rubbing against his neck and shoulders, and then whispering in his ears.

Yi Sheng said softly, "Little fool."

"What's the point of shooting Yun?"

Shen Heqiu didn't understand Yi Cheng's words, he tilted his head in confusion, and wanted to ask Yi Cheng, but the topic was changed immediately.

Yi Sheng helped him brush away his slightly sweaty forehead hair: "What do you want to eat tonight? Reward your performance today."

Shen Heqiu asked softly, "Can I order anything?"

Yi Sheng smiled and made a dark comparison!

Since it is a reward, give the child what he wants.

And it's not the only reward.

He also prepared a small surprise, a hand-made birthday surprise that he started more than a month ago.

Shen Heqiu grabbed the corner of his clothes: "I want to eat the cake made by Mr. Yi..."

"Can you do that too?"

Yi Sheng was taken aback for a moment, he started to get busy again in the past few days, he didn't know where he was at the company.

In the past, the insomnia and anxiety that were used to make cakes were occupied, so naturally there was no problem.

Since the children want it, then simply make a birthday cake.

Yi Sheng responded in one gulp and then went—”

Before he could finish speaking, a bell rang in the pocket of his coat.

It's a familiar unremarked number, and Yi Sheng will never forget him in his life.

He answered. Yi Pengcheng's hoarse voice came from the phone: "I can't beat you."

"But Yi Sheng, your mother's relic is still in my hands, don't you want it?"

Yi Pengcheng laughed, and told Cong Xiao@阴鸷: "If you want to come here now! Take your company in exchange, the Yi family must not fall into disarray, and I will never let—"

Yi Sheng hung up the phone directly.

Yi Cheng turned around, smiled at Shen Heqiu, apologized and tweeted, I can't make you a small cake tonight. "

Shen Heqiu shook his head: "It's okay."

"I'll buy you one first, and I'll make it up for you when I come, okay?" Yi Sheng still said with a smile.

Shen Heqiu ordered a ν[-]

He looked at Yi Cheng's pitch-black pupils, and even ignored that the other party called him "Jiujiu" again.

He just felt that at this moment, Mr. Yi smiled and told Chunmei Mansion

Who was that phone call?

He didn't want Mr. Yi to show such an expression at all.

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