My black fans are always online

The lights went out, and the figures became few and far between.

The rehearsal of the "Sensual Idol" program on Star [-] is over, and the busy staff is putting the finishing touches on it.

"Who is that, come here, give me a hand!" The tuner sat on the main amplification console, and pointed to a person next to him, "Move this group of K-arrays."

A man was buried in cleaning up the wires on the ground. Hearing this, he quickly stood up and dragged the heavy stereo as required.

The man used his left hand, with long, pale fingers.Upon closer inspection, the right hand seemed weaker, and the two fingers that should have been equally slender drooped unnaturally.

"Is that okay?" He asked, tilting his head.

The lights on the stage were almost all turned off, and there was a single follow spot light on the side, hitting half of his face.

It was a face whose age could not be seen at a glance.

A deep scar was cut down from the forehead of the side face, probably from a long time ago, the scar is no longer rolled up, but it is still uneven, and it looks hideous under the bright spotlight.

The tuner had never seen him before, so he shrank back in surprise.

Where is the ugly monster, it scares people to death in the middle of the night!

A scene reporter ran over and waved at the man: "Xiao Chen, a backup dancer is sick in the recording and broadcasting tomorrow, please come and support him."

The man straightened up immediately, his silhouette under the light was tall and straight, with a slender waist and long legs, and his tone was filled with surprise and apprehension: "Can I do it?"

"Tomorrow, the backup dancers are wearing masks, so I don't know about you yet?" The recorder reminded casually, "Come early and spend 10 minutes familiarizing yourself with the dance steps."

The man seemed relieved: "No problem, we must arrive early."

His voice was a bit hoarse, but soft, and he spoke clearly. When he raised his head to look at people intently, his scarred face made people dare not look directly at him, but there was a sense of disobedience in his eyes.

The tuner couldn't help but glanced at him again, and finally understood where this sense of disobedience came from.

Such an ugly face, such a humble job, but there is no usual inferiority and dullness in his eyes, but it seems to be shining with stars.

It's not youthful and exuberant, but it's still a little youthful, with a slightly warm and bright sparkle.

Looking at it this way, it doesn't seem so scary.

After all, she has a very good figure and a straight posture, which is much more relaxed than those little fresh meats in this show.

Watching the man leave, he asked casually: "Who is this kind of person, can he still be in this industry?"

Chang Ji put his mouth together, mysteriously: "Mr. Li doesn't know? The group debuted many years ago, became popular in half the sky, and then disappeared quickly. Tsk tsk, it's also miserable now."

The tuner recalled it intently, and exclaimed: "Oh, it can't be Chen Yan from 'Dazzling Land', right?! How did it happen?"

Having been in the industry for many years, I can somewhat remember these ups and downs. In my impression, "Dazzling Realm" is an idol group that has won the rookie award all over the year, and made a stunning debut.

Among them, the young man named Chen Yan is even better at singing and dancing, and he is also youthful and handsome. When it comes to that kind of explosive popularity, even if it is placed on the Internet today where the traffic is amplified, it is amazing.

How could it be any similar to that downcast and ugly man just now? !

"After a year or two of popularity, he went away. He took drugs, fought with hooligans in nightclubs for table girls, and his fingers were cut off, and his face was scratched." The recorder said convincingly, "My face was ruined, and I couldn't play musical instruments with my hands. That's it, that's how it got down."

The tuner came to a sudden: There are many short-lived traffic artists. Once they sink to the bottom, it will be difficult to turn over. Drug use is even more deserved, and God can't save it.

That face is not suitable for the stage anymore, as a backup dancer, you can't show your face, and you can't stand in the corner when you sing harmony, and you won't show it to the camera.

"So you're still in this business? According to me, it's better to go back to my hometown and open a small shop." The tuner commented casually.

Chang Ji couldn't tell whether it was pity or disdain: "I persuaded him like this last time, guess what he said?"

"Say what?"

"People say that he likes here and the stage."

Both looked at each other and laughed.

There are too many dreams in this industry to become popular every day, but they are all ruined like this. It's too obsessive to think about the stage or something.

……

It wasn't until after twelve o'clock in the middle of the night that Chen Yan finished working in the background.Part of the music equipment has to be put back, and the entire stage has to be cleaned.

There was no one around, his lonely figure was cut in half by the light at the corner of the safety staircase, and suddenly, when he looked up, he saw a woman standing in the corner.

Chen Yan quickly turned his head slightly, afraid that his face would scare people in the middle of the night.The moment he passed by, he heard the woman's trembling voice calling: "You, are you Chen Yan?"

Chen Yan was startled, then turned his head: "You are?"

The woman was wearing a dim floral dress, about [-] years old, her face was obviously haggard and gloomy.

She stared intently at the scar on Chen Yan's face, and suddenly covered her mouth, and big drops of tears flowed out.

"Do you remember me...I'm the one in the bar ten years ago, the lady at the table who asked you for help." She choked up, "I haven't dared to look for you all these years, I, I'm sorry for you."

As if a thunderbolt exploded in front of Chen Yan's eyes, he suddenly opened his eyes wide.

No wonder there is such a vague sense of familiarity!

"W-Where did you go that night?" The shock was too great, and his heart was overwhelmed, "Why did you disappear after the police arrived, I..."

The woman was crying, and her words were a bit confused: "I, I'm going to die... If I don't find you, I won't be able to feel at ease when I die."

She suddenly grabbed Chen Yan's arm, and said urgently, "I secretly put the shaking head~ pill in your pocket, but I didn't harm you, someone else wanted to harm you!..."

Before he finished speaking, suddenly, a person appeared at the corner of the stairs.

Wearing a mask and holding a steel knife, he rushed over frantically and stabbed the woman in the back fiercely!

Everything was in the blink of an eye, Chen Yan was facing him, and his pupils shrank sharply when he saw the steel knife.

Almost without thinking, he turned around abruptly with the woman, and the steel knife pierced sideways, hitting the woman's arm, bleeding profusely.

The woman screamed, in unbearable pain, Chen Yan quickly pushed her aside and shouted, "Hurry up! Run!"

The woman clutched her bloody wound, retreated again and again, and finally ran away in fear.

The man wanted to chase after him, but Chen Yan hugged him from behind, and his fists rained down. The man struggled to break free in pain, turned around and stabbed Chen Yan hard!

Everything happened in a few seconds. When Chen Yan lowered his head again, he saw a bright steel knife stabbing into his stomach.

The knife was pulled out, and the dripping blood from the wound quickly turned into a splash, and his clothes were instantly stained red with blood.

With a "plop", he fell to his knees powerlessly on the ground.

The man kicked him away, panicked and started calling in a low voice: "Hey, I didn't kill that woman, but, I accidentally stabbed Chen Yan!"

Chen Yan vaguely heard someone yelling angrily on the phone over there, but couldn't tell what they were saying.

... who is he calling?Why does he know his name?

The next moment, the man hung up the phone and turned around.With a heavy blow, he plunged the blade into Chen Yan's chest again!

"Don't blame me, I also took money to help others." The man's voice was harsh, his dark eyes blinked rapidly, and there was a small black mole on the tip of his brow.

Chen Yan opened his mouth silently, and his consciousness became drowsy.

It seemed to be carried on the shoulders, staggering, and there was a burnt smell in the nose.

In the dressing room behind the stage, a blazing fire was burning, emitting ominous black smoke in the middle of the night.

With a "plop", he was abruptly pushed into the sea of ​​flames, and the outside door was knocked shut.

As the flame approached, Chen Yan exhausted all his strength and crawled to the other side, with the dark red blood dragging long trails behind him.

Finally crawled into the room, in his blurred vision, he was stunned to see a person on the chair in the dressing room!

Lying lifelessly on the chair, half a bottle of sleeping pills was in hand.

There was a numbness on her beautiful face, and her eyes were tightly closed.People are dead.

The air was suffocating, and the flames were raging, rapidly approaching him.

……

A week later.

A private hospital in good condition, quiet at night.

On the single bed in ward 309, a teenager was lying quietly.

... fire, fire everywhere!

My whole body hurts, as if my bones were being scraped by a knife, but my throat seemed to be stuck by something, and the suffocating pain became more and more severe.

Finally, he roared from the depths of his throat: "No!..."

Turning over and sitting up suddenly from the hospital bed, he raised his hand and wiped the sweat with the sleeve of the hospital gown in embarrassment.

The pain and burning sensation in the dream have completely disappeared, and there is no abnormality in the whole body.

He suddenly stared at his hand, trembling and raising it to his eyes, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Smooth, slender, the wrist bones of the wrist are in a beautiful shape, the crippled fingers that have followed him for many years are gone, replaced by ten long, slender fingers, slender and fair, without any blemishes.

He jumped out of bed suddenly, and rushed to the single washroom outside with his bare feet.

In the mirror in front of the washstand, an extremely beautiful face was reflected.

The complexion is fair, the eyebrows are exquisite, and the half-length hair is smooth and black.Across the layer of mercury in the mirror, a pair of dark eyes have an extremely clear background, as beautiful as black glaze.

This face is as smooth as an egg that has just been peeled off its shell, and it has the youthful firmness of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy, but this is not his face at all!