I can't live, I can't afford to die

Xiao Chun finally saw this man clearly.

A very beautiful face, with a light makeup on it, at first glance it gives people a sense of indistinguishability between male and female.Especially the way he looks at people is as seductive as his voice, with a small hook.It's just that there is a smear of black and blue under his eyes, which even the foundation can't cover, which makes him feel a little more depressed.

Xiao Chun stared blankly, Liang Shiwei took off his leather jacket and threw it casually on the sofa.He sat down, pouted his lips at the man beside him, and said to Xiao Chun, "Fang Yizhe, you should know, right?"

Fang Yizhe?of course I know.

Although Xiao Chun doesn't pay attention to entertainment stars, he still knows Fang Yizhe's name.A national-level idol, a hot topic MC, the eternal male lead in idol dramas and family ethics dramas, anyone who breathes in this land knows the name Fang Yizhe.

However, the Fang Yizhe in front of him was quite different from the Fang Yizhe on the screen.Xiao Chun was still a little dazed, he stared at Fang Yizhe, nodded in disbelief: "I know..." Then he seemed to wake up again, and couldn't help laughing: "I know..."

Fang Yizhe stood up with interest, walked to Xiao Chun, tugged at his hoodie, brushed his hair, looked at Xiao Chun and asked with a smile: "Liang, where did you pick up this kid? It looks clean."

"I picked it up downstairs, the little boy who threw the bottle." Liang Shiwei took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, lit one, and bit between his lips.

A spark trembled up and down with the corners of his mouth when he spoke: "Yizhe, I want to sign him."

Fang Yizhe shrugged: "As you like, why do you ask me about such things?"

Liang Shiwei vomited a few clouds of white mist: "You are also an investor."

Fang Yizhe walked back to the sofa, stretched out his hand to pinch Liang Shiwei's cigarette, and waved the smoke that lingered around him vigorously: "No, you are my manager, and you have taken me for so many years. You know, Liang, I just want to If you can have some money, go to hell with the rest.”

Liang Shiwei smiled, threw down the half of the cigarette, and stood up: "That's it, I'll take him to make arrangements, and you go back to sleep." With his eyes, he motioned for Xiao Chun to follow him out.

Fang Yizhe lay back on the sofa, and asked lazily, "Liang, what's the name of this kid?"

Liang Shiwei stopped: "Xiao Chun."

Fang Yizhe put his arm back on his forehead, and he murmured and repeated: "Xiao Chun... the name is very similar to a person, quite clean."

Liang Shiwei replied to him: "I would like to change his stage name."

Fang Yizhe nodded: "It doesn't matter if you change it. Only by changing your identity can you start over from scratch."

Later, every time Xiao Chun recalled it, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion. At the end of the year when he was about to enter his twenties, Xiao Chun, a poor child from the south, this poor child with only a grandmother, in the last few days of 19 years, unexpectedly Because of a few feeding bottles, it gradually drifted away.

Going to the company again was after New Year's Day. Liang Shiwei left a message on WeChat for Xiao Chun, asking him to go to the company.

Xiao Chun originally thought that Liang Shiwei would assign him some work, but he didn't expect that there were quite a lot of people, and the small conference room was quite full.

Except for Liang Shiwei, Xiao Chun didn't recognize anyone else. When he opened the door, he saw all the inquiring and curious eyes staring at him. He was a little embarrassed for a while, and forgot to let go of the hand holding the doorknob, standing straight. Standing still, looking at Liang Shiwei.

Liang Shiwei turned his head slightly to the empty seat next to him, motioning for Xiao Chun to sit over.

Just as Xiao Chun was about to move, he put a hand on his shoulder.He turned his head, and within an inch, Fang Yizhe's peach blossom eyes smiled at him: "Child, don't you want to go in?"

Xiao Chun also smiled happily, and finally had another acquaintance.

He followed Fang Yizhe in and sat down next to Liang Shiwei.Fang Yizhe glanced around the conference room, then moved to the sofa chair under the window and lay down, put his long legs on the tea table in front, and waved lazily: "You talk about yours, leave me alone, I'll take a nap for a while .”