The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

Xue Mansion received news that Shen Moyan was ill.

I don't know whether it was the coldness caused by the change of seasons in spring, or the complicated trivial matters, which weighed down my small body, but after being picked up that day, I couldn't get sick, and I was also groggy, and sometimes had a fever and talked nonsense.

When this matter was reported to Li Tang Yuan, three days had passed, and the young master of the Xue mansion was really anxious. The famous doctors in the whole Rongcheng were called to give a prescription, and even the rare Doctor Yang was arrested. Xue Shaoqing was invited to the home, and after a long time of examination, he did not come up with anything. He just shook his head and said that the patient needed to rest more, and the illness was caused by too much worry.

When he heard the words for the fifth time, Xue Shaoqing was completely furious, and his usual gentle and elegant appearance broke out in a thin sweat. He threw the bowl of tea in his hand on the ground and shouted angrily: "If you worry too much, you will have a high fever for three days! It’s not good to look at the faults! Get out! Get out, all!”

But temper belongs to temper, when he walked to the bedside and saw his heart and face turned pale, his internal organs were pulled up after all, and he wished that he was the one lying on the bed, and he was also the one who suffered.

Shen Moyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw that the brows of the man next to the bed were all wrinkled together. He stretched out his hand to brush it away, but found that he really had no strength at all, so he had to purse his lips and let go.

"Uncomfortable? Do you want to drink water?" Xue Shaoqing held his palm, spoke quickly, turned around and put the pillow and quilt behind the villain, and slowly let Shen Moyan sit up.

"Grandpa... sorry..." He lost his strength as soon as he said a few words, and his good voice was destroyed by the disease, and it was so hoarse that it looked like an 80-year-old man.

"What are you apologizing for? Take good care of yourself." Xue Shaoqing was upset, but he didn't want the patient on the bed to see it, so he turned around and poured warm water over, helped Shen Moyan to feed it into his mouth slowly, and kept stroking his back. , I'm afraid that this villain will choke again.

"Take a good wrap in the quilt and go back to sleep. I'll wake you up at dinner time." Xue Shaoqing probably didn't know how gentle the voice was, and touched his eyebrows with her fingertips. The hot body temperature made her fingertips very hot. There was another burst of pain in my heart.

"It's okay... Grandpa... I'll be ready after two days of sleep." Shen Moyan's lips were burning and peeling. When he grinned, there were red streaks and white streaks. Feeling powerless, although the words were comforting, Xue Shaoqing felt even more bitter.

"Stop talking, close your eyes and rest, and when you recover, you can do whatever you say." The man couldn't bear to look any longer, so he closed the quilt for Shen Moyan, twisted his fingers and put them on his lips and kissed them delicately. Dai Si choked with sobs: "I'll get better soon, I'm waiting for you to sing "Peach Blossom Fan" to me again."

"Okay..." Shen Moyan squinted his eyes and smiled, obediently asked the man to put his hands back under the quilt, closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly.

It wasn't until Xue Shaoqing walked out of the room that his long and narrow eyes opened again, but this time there was no smile in his eyes.

Turning over to look at the top of the bed, the bed of this wealthy family is really different. It is made of rare mahogany, and even the bed curtains are made of mulberry silk with gold and silver threads. It looks rich and luxurious, unattainable.

Shen Moyan smiled dryly, his body was hot and uncomfortable, and even a little twisting made his limbs feel like he had been beaten into a quadriplegic, and every bone was burning with pain.

In fact, he didn't fall asleep at all in the past two days. When he closed his eyes, his eyes were full of the tears and face of the third child. It was not so much like a nightmare, but more like the demonic obstacle in his heart finally emerged.

"If one day Young Master Xue gets tired! Tired! If he can lift you up to the sky, he can throw you to the ground! What will we do then?" The third child's words still ring in his ears, piercing the unbearable situation like a curse. One hit dream.

The third child was originally named Zhu Wanghuan, and when he was picked up by the old class leader, he happened to be six years old. When asked if he had a name, he only knew that he was called Xiao Zhuzi by his family, and he didn't know anything else.

The old boss saw that his cheeks were sunken and his eyes were upturned and bright, so he said that he had a charming smile, and when he hooked his eyes, people would forget all their sorrows and only be happy, and that he was destined to be a big hit on stage, it was really very pleasing.

But to be honest, before he was on the stage, the third child was really upbeat. He learned what he looked like when he was young. The other senior brothers all made their debut at the age of sixteen or seventeen. Only him, at the age of 15, was the first month One, firecrackers were still ringing outside, and when there were not many people in the hall, the old class leader pushed him up.

Not embarrassed or embarrassed, but full of applause.

Shen Moyan thought at the moment, in fact, compared to the real kung fu, he is not as good as the third child. Whether it is in character or singing, the charm that this male role should have has never left on him. If Xue Shaoqing hadn't escorted him from the beginning, would he have become what he is today? The hall of fame is indeed unpredictable.

On the contrary, Senior Brother, from fingers to toes, there is not a single part that is not beautiful, even when he is angry and swearing, there is a kind of joyful charm.

It's a pity, it's a pity, fate tricks people, and people can't breathe at all.

The fifth child was picked up by the third child. On a sleet night in Rongcheng, 12-year-old Zhu Wanghuan secretly hid the baby in his room, covering his mouth and having fun.

When the master found out, it had been half a month since he was caught out of the closet, and he was so shocked that there was something wrong with his eyes, he turned around and beat the third child severely.

Later, when he was a child, he once asked the third senior brother why he had to keep the fifth senior brother, and he smiled with his upturned eyes, and said briskly: "What can there be, it's just a world of ice and snow. See if that kid is stupid and sits on the ground." Roadside, if I don't keep him, why don't I let him die."

The price for being left behind is that Zhu Wanghuan's body is covered with injuries, the whip is stained with salt water, and every time he hits the human body, his skin is ripped apart, and he is in so much pain.

The old class leader said: "This kid is not talented enough. If you ask him to sing dan roles, he won't be meticulous enough, if you ask him to sing xiaosheng, he won't be handsome enough, if he's told to sing buffoons, he won't be short enough, and if he's not good enough to sing clowns, he won't be vicious enough. He's a good-for-nothing, and he'll be raised for nothing."

The third child turned pale with fright, knelt down and kowtowed again and again regardless of the pain in his body: "Master, I will teach him, I will teach him how to sing Danjiao, and I will never let you trade at a loss."

The old class leader glanced at him and said with a sneer, "You can take care of yourself, I don't bother with such things."

"Yes, yes, you rest, I'll teach you." Zhu Wanghuan knocked his head hard twice, holding onto Lao Wu and not daring to look up.

Xu picked it up in a winter night, so the third child named him Haoxue, and followed his surname Zhu. It sounds like a real brother, no distinction between you and me.

Zhu Haoxue doesn't know her grade, she looks like she is about six or seven years old, she is very simple and honest when she urinates, and she even listens to Zhu Wanghuan's orders, although her brain is not very bright, her singing is really not satisfactory, but fortunately, she is hard-working, and she is very open-minded and cheerful. The brothers didn't care too much, they all ate, drank and had fun together.

Shen Moyan frowned, unwilling to continue thinking about it, turned over and planned to continue to sleep, his mind was so drowsy with the heat, he clenched his back tightly, thinking to himself that he should get better soon, and went back to Litangyuan to preside over the overall situation . #####Sorry, I haven't updated for two days.I didn't even know that the backstage didn't pass, woo woo woo woo.cry to death