I have been a royal these years

01

The public relations department was busy back and forth for three days before the matter calmed down.It also appeased the group's support club and did not let them "run away from home" collectively.

I couldn't find my mobile phone, so I had to use the new mobile phone given to me by my agent.The new mobile phone is currently unable to log into my tuba, and the agent said that after this public relations is completely over, he will consider whether to let me take charge of the tuba based on my performance.

I can only surf with the new trumpet.

I took a look at my tuba, and the latest Weibo was sent during the period when I was "surveilled" by my agent.A well-written letter of clarification and apology with a format, appearance, date, and signature.

In this article, I try to explain from multiple perspectives that I was demented due to injury and overheated when I posted those two microblogs, and I kept saying that I didn’t mean to irritate Catalan fans. I beg Catalan fans to forgive me.Anyway, it's a PR article that I can't write.

At the end, the line "You and I are all mortals" written by the PR department, unintentionally—or maybe intentionally—became the climax of fans.

"Who the hell, you and us, are all mortals?"

"Royals are not worthy of being mortals, everyone knows that"

"The royal family is not worthy of being a human being, let everyone know"

The comment area is a place where professional fans of a building can't control it. It seems that I really accidentally dropped an atomic bomb on the Catalan fan area.

In the topics related to our group on Weibo, the wreckage after the three world wars is everywhere.Although the war subsided, sparks still exploded everywhere from time to time, and the average output of my black scale was over [-] a day.

I was looking for a ray of goodwill in the wreckage, and a microblog stood out from it, broke into my sight, and healed my wounded heart.

"That day, I went to their agency for an interview, and by the way, I took a look at the Lan Shuan Ming professional fan building.

You all don't know how good Lan Shunming is-how many people have provided employment opportunities. "

Although it is not clear whether this netizen really went to our company for an interview, or he was just playing tricks.But the professional fan building she mentioned actually exists.

And in an instant, I suddenly realized.A sense of relief that a mortal sin has been forgiven.You see, how many people have I benefited from being a royal family?

02

I ran into Bai Zhui at the gate of my community.

The weather is colder today, with a bone-freezing frost wind rolling in the air.Bai Zhui was wearing a red windbreaker and no gloves. From time to time, he lowered his head and breathed into his palms to disperse the warm mist.

There are often many fans who want to meet their idols squatting at the gate of this community. Generally, the security guards let them stand for half an hour before coming out to chase them away.

Bai Zhui may have been standing here for some time, and I saw the security guard come out and shout.

I accelerated the car and approached Bai Zhui and the security guard, lowered the window and said to the security guard, "It's a friend I know."

The security saw that this person had something to do with the most powerful person in the district, so he hurriedly compensated Bai.

Bai caught up with my car, and his face, which was frozen white, turned slightly red after warming up.

I drove to the garage, thinking that I should explain to Bai Zhui why I didn't show up for the appointment at this time, and I thought he should have known it a long time ago, so I didn't know where to start.

Instead, Bai Zhui spoke first: "Will I scare you when I come to you like this?"

I paused: "It didn't scare me." Then I asked, "How long have you been waiting?"

"It didn't take long today," he said.

"today?"

"Well, I've come here every day for the past three days." He pulled off his sleeves, as if he was afraid that the act of waiting for me would make me feel disgusted, so he hurriedly explained, "I read the news and knew you were going to the hospital. I wanted to see you, but I didn't know which hospital you lived in, and I went to the No. [-] Hospital, but I couldn't find you."

I was originally staying in the No. [-] Hospital with Jiatai, but was transferred to a private hospital by the manager that afternoon.It can only be said that it was not a coincidence to chase after nothing.

"How is your injury? Is it better?" Bai Zhui, who was sitting in the back seat, turned his head, as if he wanted to observe my injury.

"It's much better, it's scabbing." I moved my arm a bit, using this motion to tell him my hand was fine.

"I'm sorry, but if I hadn't asked you out that day, you probably wouldn't have been hurt."

I chuckled slightly: "It has nothing to do with you. It was me who let you go. Because I lost my phone at the time, I couldn't contact you."

"Oh..." He gradually smiled, "I thought you were too lazy to reply to my message."

I parked the car in the garage downstairs of my house, pressed the remote control of the car, and the car was locked safely.

At this time, I heard a small engine sound behind me.I subconsciously turned my head to look, and saw a black car driving out of the garage.

I thought to myself, what a coincidence, this car is actually the same model as the one Meng Shaohuang drives.There are such rich people living near my building.

03

After Bai chased into my house and sat down, I poured two glasses of juice, one for him and one for myself.

I took a sip of the sugar-free, almost sour orange juice, rubbed my stomach and said, "I'm so hungry."

Walking into the kitchen, I opened the refrigerator and saw that there was only half a piece of ham, half a cabbage and two raw eggs in the refrigerator.I don't have any pasta or rice noodles, so I don't know what to cook them with.

I muttered to myself that the agent must have eaten my food when he came to my house, and forgot to ask someone to buy it for me after eating.

"I want to order takeaway, what do you want to eat?" I asked Bai Zhui.

Bai Zhui pointed to my arm and said, "The injury on your arm is not healed yet, so it's better not to eat takeaway."

I opened the door of the refrigerator to show him: "There are only these things left in the refrigerator, and I can't cook anything by myself."

Bai Zhui stood up and walked over, looked at the remaining ingredients in the refrigerator, and said, "Let me make you a sandwich. You have whole wheat toast on the coffee table."

Coincidentally, I didn't want to eat high-carb food either, so I agreed to let him cook for me.

Bai Zhui threw an egg into the water to boil, and knocked an egg into the frying pan to fry.Afterwards, he put the hard-boiled eggs, cabbage, ham and other foods on the dining table, and unfolded his skills on the dining table.

I wanted to help, but he said that I was an injured person, so he wouldn't let me do it, and asked me to just sit on the sofa and watch him work.

Thinking the room was too quiet, I turned on the music player next to the TV.Soothing music flows throughout the house.

I sat on the sofa, crossed my legs, enjoyed the music, and watched my "guest" work for me.

He smashed hard-boiled eggs and spread them with butter on the first layer of toast and sprinkled with chopped cabbage.After covering the toast slices, follow up with the ham slices.

He had previously worked in a bakery and seemed to be familiar with the process of making sandwiches.

I remembered the question left over from my birthday night, and called him twice: "Hey."

While half-rolling the sliced ​​ham and placing it on the second layer of toast, he looked up at me: "Huh?"

"What do you think is different about me?"

Bai Zhuifu lowered his head, smiled involuntarily, adjusted the rolled ham slices, covered the third layer of toast, and put the omelette on it.

I sat upright, feeling a little anxious: "Tell me quickly, it's not my intention to go on a date that day."

"What's the difference between our teacher Lan?" Bai Zhui was finally willing to answer my question.He looked up and pretended to think, "Well... First of all, I like the way he steals cookies on stage."

I coughed violently.

I thought that when I ate the biscuits on the stage, I did it in a very secretive way, and it was just that Zhu Chang found out by himself.Come to think of it, I am still too confident in myself.A white chase found me, what about the other students?The image of my majestic mentor will not have collapsed long ago, right?

Thinking of this, I have a little breakdown.

"And what else? You don't think a person is different just because you see him eating cookies!" I tried my best to get rid of this topic.

Bai Zhui lowered his head and cut the sandwiches into triangles, with a smile on his face as if drinking honey water: "Also, I like him calling my name. Hmm... I like his eyes, his lips, and his eyebrows." I like the profile of his head when he listens to the music." He paused for a moment, the movements of his hands slowed down, his voice seemed to be lowered and softened, "I like when I suddenly put on the earphones for him, he turned his head Look at me."

"..."

I live in silence.

And the music is still flowing quietly in the room.