What about actor?

"Oh?"

Hospital, Shi Feng looked at the word with a complicated expression.

"Oh what do you mean?"

Xu Bin took a look at the screen, "I don't want to continue talking."

He sat back in his chair, peeled a banana and started to eat, "I thought he would reply you with a lot of concern, but it seems that I was overthinking."

Hearing the rumors, he stared at his phone and stopped talking.

It's not that he was disappointed or anything, but he just felt that Qi Mo was too weird, and his attitude suddenly made a 180-degree turn, and his mind was hard to guess.

"Ah." Shi Feng collapsed back on the bed, looking at the bottles of potions waiting to be infused in every possible way, bored, "I really want to be discharged from the hospital, and I want to work."

"What's the matter if you just stay in peace for two days." After Xu Bin finished eating the bananas, he reached for an apple and began to nibble, "Qi Mo helped you delay the meeting with the director. The first thing to do when you leave the hospital is to go to the company to record Song."

Shi Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately sat up awkwardly, "Record a song? What song to record?"

"The Blue Sparrow episode, just the part you sang in the play, Chang Ji is going to make a full version of it."

Shi Feng was not in a happy mood.

It's been a long time since he sang a song. It's not the ones he hums casually, but the ones that are waiting to be sung in the recording studio, and the finished song is about to be released on the music software.

He has no confidence and dare not sing.

The consequence of the psychological shadow is that he rejects singing, which is physically repulsive.

Shi Feng picked up his phone and sent Qi Mo a WeChat message.

The Wind Rises: Can someone else sing the episodes in the play?

It didn't take long this time, and the other party replied.

Mr Qi: No.

The words are neat, simple and rude enough.

Shi Feng hammered the pillow hard, wanting to die.

Fine!You are the boss and you have the final say!

Two days later, Shi Feng was discharged from the hospital.

His first thought was not to go to Changji, but to ask Xu Bin to drive him to find Zhao Xiaoxi.

The little girl who hadn't seen him for a few days ran over almost ecstatically when she saw Shi Feng.

"Brother Shifeng! I, I got the recording." Zhao Xiaoxi held up the black recording pen in his hand, and showed it to Shifeng happily.

Shi Feng took it, but his eyes still stayed on her bruised and purple face.

"You have these injuries?!"

Shi Feng stretched out his hand to caress it in disbelief, the swollen place still seemed to be slightly hot, I don't know how painful it was when he was just beaten.

Speaking of which, Zhao Xiaoxi was a little unsteady when she ran towards her.

Shi Feng fixed his gaze, and tremblingly went to fish for her trousers.

Zhao Xiaoxi hid for a while, "Don't look...it's ugly."

The trousers were pushed up, and those shocking scars gradually revealed their true appearance, some places were torn, and some were ripped open.

"I made him angry on purpose, so that I can record clichés during quarrels." Zhao Xiaoxi showed her white teeth, saw Shi Feng's slightly red eyes, and said in a panic: "It's okay, brother Shi Feng, I use what you gave me." Money to buy medicine..."

Shi Feng didn't speak, he lowered his head and his shoulders trembled for a long time.

He regretted it.

He shouldn't have asked Xiao Xi to help him.

On the same day, Shi Feng and Xu Bin discussed in the car for half an hour, and finally decided to give Xiaoxi a boarding house first.

Xu Bin on the teacher's side specially greeted him, saying that this incident involved the crime of child abuse, and no matter what, Zhao Taiming couldn't let Xiaoxi take him away.

The teacher was stupefied by him, and nodded repeatedly in agreement, for fear that Zhao Xiaoxi would be in danger and affect the school's reputation.

After finishing this series, when the wind came, I asked Zhao Xiaoxi for the key to her house.

"Stay at school, it's safer here than at home." Shi Feng touched her hair with a gentle expression, "I charged a lot of money to your meal card, when we meet again, I hope you have spent all of it Light, okay?"

Zhao Xiaoxi said: "Okay."

Shi Feng felt relieved and left.

The verbal evidence in the recording pen is not clear enough, and he needs more intuitive paper evidence, or items related to the case.

He thought of the black box that Zhao Xiaoxi had mentioned, this time Shi Feng decided to do it himself.

Until then, though, the work has to be done.

In the Changji Building, Qi Mo had just returned from taking pictures of the endorsement when he saw such a picture.

"I don't, I won't go in!"

Shi Feng gripped the glass door frame tightly, refusing to enter the recording studio.

Xu Bin looked at the tuner apologetically, "Sorry, he's a bit repulsive."

After finishing speaking, he stepped forward and began to pull Shifeng, from his body to his fingers, and bit by bit the glass door.

"I won't go in! Brother Xu...I won't go in! I'm afraid..."

He looked like he was about to cry, "I won't go in... I can't sing..."

The million-dollar tuner took off his earphones and said angrily, "Can't sing? Didn't you sing very well before? Or did you stop singing because you didn't make your own music?"

Xu Bin was dissatisfied at the time, stopped his movements and began to reply, "That's because you don't understand..."

"I don't understand? The whole world knows that he plagiarized and caused a lot of noise, so why do you need to understand?"

"you……!"

Qi Mo pressed his temples with a headache and interrupted: "Stop arguing."

The room fell silent for an instant, and all three of them turned their heads to look at him, and there was no sound for a while.

After Shi Fenghui retreated, seven or eight departments supervised him, and walked into the recording studio on his own, "You all go out."

The three of them were stunned, and went out in a row like elementary school students. Qi Mo pressed Shi Feng's shoulder, "You stay."

The corner of Shi Feng's mouth was about to twitch, Xu Bin gave him a cheering look, and slipped out first.

Qi Mo put on the earphones and gestured for him to enter the cubicle with his eyes.

Shi Feng said: "I'm sorry..."

"I can't sing."

Qi Mo had no expression on his face: "The reason."

Shi Feng hesitated for a long time, then looked up at Qi Mo, "The psychiatrist said that I have a psychological barrier because of the past..."

Qi Mo frowned, as if he was thinking about the authenticity of this sentence, "But you sang it on the set that day."

Not only did he sing, but he also sang very well.

Hearing this, Shi Feng suddenly dropped a heavy bomb.

"Sorry, that day was because I mistook you for a pumpkin."

"what?"

Qi Mo felt that there was something wrong with his ears, and asked unsurely, "What do you think you take me for?"

"Pumpkin...pretend that what you see is not a human being, so you won't be so nervous..."

Hearing this explanation, Qi Mo only felt his heart hurt.

pumpkin……

The deep feelings I saw that day were all illusions, and I was just a pumpkin in the eyes of the other party.

Depend on……

He actually went to the hospital because of this, he was so ashamed to throw him home.

"Okay." Qi Mo took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, "Then you treat me like a pumpkin now."

Then, the two stared at each other for 10 minutes.

Finally, Shi Feng said: "I'm sorry, this method doesn't seem to work."

"Why, it's not okay for me to come and serve as a pumpkin model for you?"

Qi Mo panicked, seeing that Shi Feng stopped talking, and his tone subconsciously softened, "I allow you to close your eyes and sing."

Post-traumatic stress disorder, Qi Mo thinks that Shi Feng should have this kind of mental illness.

And he happened to know something about this disease, which is characterized by the persistent painful experience after the passage of time, and the continuous avoidance of stimuli related to the event.

What happened to Shi Feng caused some problems in his heart, but he could actually understand it.

"Close your eyes and sing, I..."

Qi Mo didn't know if this method would work, but he still wanted to try, "Well, I won't interrupt you, you can treat it as if you are the only one in this room."

Shi Feng stood there hesitating for a long time, seeing that Qi Mo had made up his mind not to let him go out, so he reluctantly agreed to the proposal.

He was holding a professional earphone, whether he wanted to wear it or not, with some complicated emotions in his eyes.

"To be honest, I never thought that I could still be in a place like a recording studio."

Shi Feng stretched out his hand to hold the vertical microphone, his fingers rubbed against each other unconsciously, and then trembled slightly, "I haven't touched these things for a long, long time."

Qi Mo just sat across from him and watched him quietly, without urging him.

After a long time, Shi Feng raised the earphones on his head, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

His fingers curled up into fists, tightly clenched, Qi Mo glanced indifferently, and turned the accompaniment switch.

Slow and long music sounded in the earphones.

"Evening Fragrance" is an old song from the period of the Republic of China. It stands to reason that Shifeng is from an idol boy group. It is not appropriate for him to sing this retro tune.

But Qi Mo believes that nothing has ever had a fixed impression, and the same goes for people.

He looked at Shi Feng who finally opened his lips, and his brows could not help but relax.

Shifeng is the best example.