When infatuated by taking off the ring [Entertainment]

This was the first time Xu Luojia lip-synced. He tried his best to control his expression, forcing his eyes to stare at the chasing light, his lips kept murmuring, silently reciting the lyrics.

His hand holding the microphone was still trembling slightly, and he didn't dare to look down. There was a dark crowd below, and he was afraid that he would collapse immediately if he met the eyes of a certain audience.

The earbuds stuck and hurt the ears, but Luo Jia couldn't help stretching out his hand to make the earbuds stick a little tighter.Like a mermaid with two feet, walking on the beach, although every step hurts, but the bottom of my heart is actually looking forward to that pain.

Pain feels real.Whether it is true happiness or sadness, in short, it is the feeling that is entwined around me.

In his ears, Fu Sinian's voice was low and bewitching, he was singing in a low voice, slowly humming the lyrics on the stage.

He didn't say anything else, just hummed and sang along with Luo Jia.

The director's room was dark and gloomy, with only the lights of various colors flashing silently. Everyone was quiet, with their heads lowered, silently looking at Fu Sinian's tall back.

When it was time for another interlude, Fu Sinian said to Xu Luojia in the ear: "You did a good job. Take care of your position, there will be fireworks erupting in front of you soon."

Xu Luojia nodded blankly, acting completely according to instinct. Fortunately, the order of walking has been engraved in the deepest part of memory. Luojia stood safely at the lifting platform, the machine started, and Luojia slowly rose up.

"Get ready. Let's go." Fu Sinian reminded

Xu Luojia took a deep breath, when the lifting platform slowly rose, it happened to be the last chorus of the song, Luojia raised the microphone.

On the screen and at the scene, everyone was also quiet, watching Luo Jia in the middle slowly rise to the highest point.

Around his feet, there was a field of golden fireworks, and the surrounding lights were overflowing.Luojia's ethereal voice is like the sound of nature, and the voice continues to meander with a sense of picture. In everyone's mind, there is a picture of a prosperous age of fire trees and silver flowers, home and national security.

The last consonant is lightly collected, and the articulation contains infinite charm.

The audience gradually came to their senses and took a breath, and saw Xu Luojia in the center of the stage with his eyes closed, his neck raised slightly, revealing a shallow blue vein, like a white swan struggling to survive, with the texture of an oil painting.

Everyone thought he was singing high notes, but only Luo Jia and the people in the director room knew that he was just trying his best to make a sound.

But until the end, when Luo Jia finished singing, she bowed deeply and didn't straighten up for a long time.

There was still no sound from Xu Luojia from the machine in the studio, only the sound of disordered breathing and sniffling sobs.

Everyone's eyes fell on Xu Luojia who was still bowing on the stage, his eyes were a little red.

Five seconds later, Luo Jia straightened up, and the stage was plunged into complete darkness.At the other end of the screen, the host began to speak interludes.

Luo Jia almost ran off the stage, he can't delay the next performance.

Once off the stage, Xu Luojia's whole body collapsed, resting on his knees, and the cold sweat slowly dripped down his back.

The first sister came over and hugged Xu Luojia, and said, "It's great! Xiaojia, you sing very well...why are you so tired."

Luo Jia's eyes were completely red, he pointed to his throat, shook his head, his face was sad, and he didn't speak.

The first sister's smile immediately froze, she quickly understood what it meant, looked at Luo Jia's throat in disbelief, and silently made mouth shapes, meaning "can't make a sound, can you?"

Xu Luojia covered her eyes and nodded.

Miss Chu felt scared for a while, she opened her eyes wide, looked back at the stage, then quickly pulled up Xu Luojia's sleeve, and said in a low voice:

"Go, go back first."

Wang Jingchu walked quickly, pulled Xu Luojia back to the dressing room, opened the door and went in, "Sit."

Wang Jingchu carefully closed the door and locked it. The door lock clicked and locked.

After locking the door, she turned her head and looked at Xu Luojia's face. She didn't know what to say for a while, so she paced around the room and said:

"It's all right. Don't be too nervous. There is no problem with the performance. This floor has landed safely, and the higher-ups will not ask you for tea. Just worry about public opinion. After all, the situation is urgent, and someone will definitely say it. You want Be mentally prepared."

Luo Jia was sitting on the seat, already recovering, he nodded towards Sister Chu, sighed, and then pointed to his throat.

Wang Jingchu took a look at Luo Jia, comforted him and said, "It's okay, I've planned it a long time ago, after singing this stage, I'll stop for a while, and wait until your voice is completely healed."

She changed the subject and asked, "Did you have no sound from the beginning? How did you play the recording so timely?"

Luo Jia turned her head, found a piece of paper and a mosaic pen on the table, and wrote on it: I heard Fu Sinian's voice in my ears, and he has been directing me.

Chu Jie raised her head and glanced at Xu Luojia with a meaningful look in her eyes.

Luo Jia obviously saw Sister Chu's eyes, his pen paused, he was silent for a while, and continued writing: His company happened to be the producer of the party, but this stage opportunity was bought by Sister Yue and me, absolutely, absolutely , has nothing to do with him.We rarely connect.

The first sister understood, "Oh", nodded, and smiled gently: "Xiaojia, I have been with you for a while, I know you are a hardworking child, so don't be so nervous."

But it's another matter if your husband is desperately trying to squeeze resources.

Thinking of Fu Sinian, Chu Jie laughed again, thinking that Fu Sinian was so awesome in front of everyone, surrounded by everyone.In private, his wife wished she could keep her relationship with him far away, and almost engraved on her head that we didn't know each other.

Looking at Luo Jia's expression, Chu Jie felt that he was not trying to hide resources, but that he really didn't want to have any relationship with Fu Sinian.

Sister Chu remembered what other managers and colleagues said, saying that when they get older and can no longer work, they will post on the Internet to break the news, focusing on all kinds of gossip about the artists under [-].

At that time, Wang Jingchu also agreed with a smile.

However, other artists can chat casually and talk about small and innocuous things.

But about Xu Luojia, she dared not say anything.With Fu Sinian's strength, he crawled out of the computer every minute like Sadako, pinched her neck and shouted resentfully, "Why did you arrange for my wife..."

Xu Luojia looked at Miss Chu's expression strangely, lowered her head and wrote three words on the paper, "What are you laughing at?" Then she held it up and handed it to Miss Chu, waiting for the answer, because she was too focused, her head unconsciously tilted to one side .

Sister Chu rubbed Luo Jia's hair, shook her head, took out her mobile phone from her small bag, and was going to go online to check the trend of public opinion, lip-synching is a big or small matter.

Just as he was about to unlock the lock screen, there was a thumping sound from the door of the dressing room, rhythmic and regular.

Chu Jie froze her fingers while swiping her phone, raised her head, and quickly looked at Luo Jia, and then gave Luo Jia a look, telling him not to move, and to open the door by herself.

Chu Jie put the phone away, walked to the door, and asked, "Who?"

"I, Fu Sinian."

The people outside the door answered very briefly, with an irresistible deep magnetism.

Chu Jie glanced back at Luo Jia, then touched the door lock with her finger, twisted it lightly, and the door was opened.

Fu Sinian stood outside the door, held up his mobile phone, put it in front of Wang Jingchu, and at the same time reminded her to shut up with indifferent eyes.

Wang Jingchu knew what was going on when she saw the trending searches and news on the phone screen.

Her back tensed quickly, ready to enter the fighting state, she smiled more gently on her face, and nodded.

When she turned her head and told Luo Jia to be mentally prepared, she saw Luo Jia swiping with her mobile phone, frowning tightly.

Wang Jingchu's heart skipped a beat, and she put away her smile.

Urbanites habitually pick up their mobile phones in the fragmented time. Within two seconds of opening the door, Luo Jia picked up the mobile phone, scanned Weibo push, and his name came into view.

He frowned slightly, unlocked and opened it, and saw the news.

Now it's all exploded on Weibo, everyone is scolding Xu Luojia for lip-synching, throwing shame to the Pacific Ocean, and forgetting to get out of the entertainment circle as soon as possible.

Xu Luojia has been going smoothly since his debut. Even though the resources are a bit against the sky, but because of his top-notch ability and good temper, he has never encountered large-scale bad reviews.

But now, with Xu Luojia's finger swiping lightly, and then letting go, dozens of new vicious comments emerged from the fingertips.

The malice of the whole world wrapped around Luo Jia's fingertips like a poisonous snake, and gradually climbed to his limbs, and the coolness reached his heart.

Luo Jia stared at the new message on the screen and completely fell into a daze.

He remembered this bot. Not long after his debut, this bot has been very active, supporting him, and accompanying him all the way until today.

But now Luojia saw that the bot said: I am disappointed in you, Xu Luojia.Goodbye Jiang Hu.

After swiping again, this Weibo was quickly covered up by other insults and bad comments. Luo Jia looked at it and felt more and more uncomfortable.In just about ten seconds, he had already skipped hundreds of insults.

"Capital play|stuff", "marketing guy who sells fart|stock", "waste|stuff", "scumbag", "deceiving the audience, just bad money", "go home and cut the grass for your parents" etc……

The more sad Luo Jia was, the more she wanted to continue to use the phone, and then her hand was empty, and the phone was taken away.

Luo Jia raised her head, her eyes were red, and the ends of her eyes were a little swollen, as if she had applied a smear of rouge, with tears on her cheeks, looking at the person in front of her.

He stretched out his palm, meaning to ask Fu Sinian to return the phone to him.

"Don't look at it." Fu Sinian didn't know why, his voice was a little silent, and the arm holding Xu Luojia's phone trembled slightly.

He received stimulating treatment all night, and it was very difficult to come to see Xu Luojia. It was like being most afraid of poisonous snakes, but still approaching it, stroking it, and comforting it.

Xu Luojia's palm still stopped in mid-air, stubbornly wanting to take the phone, it was very strange, his hands and feet were cold and numb all over after reading those comments, but he still wanted to read it.

Fu Sinian shook his head, put Luo Jia's mobile phone into his pocket, pressed his trembling arm, controlled his nervous fear, and said in a low voice:

"Don't look, I will help you solve it." Fu Sinian said, "You should go for surgery now and see a doctor. Strangers' comments are meaningless to you."

Luo Jia raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his cheeks, picked up the paper and pen, and wrote on it: They are not strangers.

Some comments still have his photo avatar on top of it, and his name is also sandwiched in the id, maybe he used to be his supporter.

These comments are what Xu Luojia cares about the most.The person who once supported you said to you one day that he was disappointed.

Xu Luojia cried because these people cried.Because these people collapsed when they collapsed, they didn't know what to do to restore their footsteps.

Fu Sinian stared at the piece of paper, which also wrote the conversation between Luo Jia and Chu Jie just now, the words "no connection, no relationship" hit Fu Sinian's eyes.

Fu Sinian's breath trembled a few times, and he wiped the words above with his fingers, "It doesn't matter, there is no connection."

These few words are how Xu Luojia views him, and how he views his relationship with himself.

Luo Jia's expected answer is "it doesn't matter".

Fu Sinian knew that, in terms of the principle that he always adhered to the principle of supremacy of interests, he should turn around and leave now.

I don't care about Xu Luojia anymore, and continue his treatment until I have a nervous aversion to Xu Luojia—it doesn't matter whether Xu Luojia lives or dies.

But for some unknown reason, Fu Sinian blinked his eyes, then gently raised his hand, which trembled slightly in the air.

He took a few steps forward, approaching Xu Luojia, and then without hesitation, put his hand on Xu Luojia's back, feeling the temperature of Luojia's body and trembling in the palm of his hand.

With a light tug, Fu Sinian hugged him into his arms, then closed his eyes, did not speak, and kept a cold face.

Luo Jia is already dazed, and doesn't really have much feeling for the real world. He doesn't know who is leaning on, and he doesn't know whose arms he is crying in. He just cries, and leans all his strength on that on people.

Fu Sinian's whole body was cold, his forehead was tense, and his physiological reactivity disgust and emotion were constantly intertwined, which made him very painful.

However, despite this, the broad palm still rhythmically, slowly patted Luo Jia's shoulder, occasionally bent down, and lowered his head to help him wipe away his tears.

He did this subconsciously, perhaps because loving Xu Luojia is not just an emotion, but has become the instinct of life.

He can't let go.So let's just suffer like this, Xu Luojia is fine.