The Third Rose

This trip home, Mi Sheng almost handed over all his money to Mi Jie, causing him to tighten his belt for the next few months.In addition to paying wages to a few idiots in the studio, Mi Sheng couldn't even pay the rent for a while.

In summer, he lived directly in the studio.

It is said to be a studio, but the area is actually very small. It is on the second floor of the "Rainbow" bar. "Rainbow Color" is a gay bar. Mi Sheng and the owner Jo have been friends for many years. Jo rented the room on the second floor to Mi Sheng at a very cheap price.In return, Mi Sheng will help him sit in the store in his spare time.Because of his outstanding appearance, Mi Sheng has a small reputation in the circle, and "Hong Se" has people who come here every day just to see him.

On a midsummer night, Mi Sheng was drinking at the bar, and a few people came to strike up a conversation.Mi Sheng wasn't in the mood to deal with it, but he couldn't show embarrassment to the guests either, so he left after evading his discomfort.The bar closed in the early hours of the morning, Mi Sheng went downstairs again, and Jo was wiping the glasses.

Without deafening music, "Rainbow Color" is just like other stores that have just proofread, chaotic and messy.

"Pour me a glass of wine... no foreign wine, beer." Mi Sheng sat down in front of the bar.

Jo is five years older than Mi Sheng. She is 32 years old and wears thick-rimmed glasses and a small mustache.Although Mi Sheng asked for beer, Jo still poured him a half glass of red wine.

"Don't drink beer at this time, this cup is not your money."

Knowing that Jo was joking with him, Mi Sheng twitched the corner of his mouth symbolically.

Jo looked at Mi Sheng, "Have you lost weight again?"

"I don't know, I haven't weighed it."

"It must be thinner again, the bones of the shoulders are so obvious."

Hearing this, Mi Sheng turned his head to look at his shoulder, and found that he couldn't see clearly, so he turned to the glass mirror in the bar.The man in the mirror was wearing a white half-sleeved shirt and his face was pale.He looked at his eyebrows and eyes, as if looking at a stranger, and finally pulled a strand of hair on his forehead, and murmured: "It seems a little long..."

"You're stressed out," Jo said.

Mi Sheng: "Is there?"

Jo: "How is uncle's illness?"

Mi Zhenguo's illness became serious in the summer, and he was admitted to the hospital.Mi Zhenguo suffers from severe liver disease and other complications, and his expenses are like flowing water and a bottomless pit.The disease has wiped out all the savings in the family. Mi Sheng met Mi Jie a few days ago and learned that she sold another house in the family to pay for the operation.The house was also old, and it was originally left by Mi Zhenguo for Mi Sheng to marry a wife, but later Mi Sheng fell out with his family, and the house was given to Mi Jie.

In order to reduce expenses, Mi Sheng fired more than half of the staff in the studio, and now there are only three people left including him.

He raised his head, swallowed the rest of the wine in one gulp, the glass fell on the bar, Mi Sheng inserted his right hand into the soft hair, and rested his head on his arm.

Seeing him like this, Jo said, "Really in such a hurry? How much money are you short of? How about I help you figure out a way and find someone to help?"

"No need." Mi Sheng drank the wine and said lazily, "I haven't paid back what I owed you before." As for borrowing money from others, it is even more impossible. Strangers who are willing to lend him money are all kind to him. Demanding more than money, seeking endlessly for a little favor, Mi Sheng would rather clearly mark the price to do business.

At this time, the door of the bar opened, and an unexpected guest came in.

"Oh, rare visitor, Director Gao, what brought you here." Jo smiled and looked at the visitor.

Gao Xiwen was wearing ordinary clothes, flip flops, unwashed hair, and an unshaven beard.He also often comes to Jo's shop, but because he is a public figure and has a special status, he usually comes after closing time.

"I just woke up and came here when I remembered something. Let me have a glass of wine." Seeing Mi Sheng, Gao Xiwen clapped his hands and said, "You're here, just in time."

Mi Sheng squinted, and Gao Xiwen said, "I'm here to look for you."

Mi Sheng lit a cigarette.

Gao Xiwen looked at him up and down, "Have you lost weight?"

Jo said from the side: "You can see it too?"

Gao Xiwen's eyes greedily glanced at Mi Sheng's body. Mi Sheng had a good-looking skeleton, and he had a special taste when he was thin. His fingers holding the cigarette were slender and slender, and his eyebrows and eyes were as cold as ice.

Gao Xiwen said softly: "Put you on the screen and make the little girls go crazy."

Mi Sheng sneered, and this laughter brought Gao Xiwen back to his senses, reminding him of Mi Sheng's past experiences.

"It's a pity."

Mi Sheng flicked the cigarette ash and squinted over.

"Is that why you came here to talk?"

"of course not."

Jo served the wine that Gao Xiwen had mixed, and Gao Xiwen held the handle of the cup and asked, "Have you been working recently?"

Mi Sheng: "No, you have a job and introduce it to me quickly, I'm short of money."

Gao Xiwen: "Do you remember Producer Huang?"

When Mi Sheng heard this name, his back tightened reflexively.

Gao Xiwen laughed and said, "Oh, the cat's tail is standing up."

Mi Sheng narrowed his eyes.

Gao Xiwen: "I'm just mentioning it routinely, if you don't want to, forget it."

He really just mentioned it, then chatted with Jo, drank two or three glasses of wine, and was ready to go back.

Mi Sheng called him to stop.

"Tell me more specifically, what is the scale of the project?"

After Gao Xiwen drank, his face turned slightly red, and he looked a little festive. "Producer Huang's projects must be big productions. He is not the same as a third-rate director like me. Speaking of which, they have high requirements for the modeling team. Your qualifications are far behind. But Producer Huang has a good impression of you. , I want to take you with me when I get a chance." Seeing Mi Sheng's hesitant look, he said, "If you like this kind of thing, I will, everyone is a reasonable person, and if you don't want it, they won't force you. "

Mi Sheng raised his eyebrows. That night before, the seemingly gentle producer Huang was so ruthless that his back still hurts thinking about it.

Gao Xiwen said: "It seems that the shadow is very big."

Mi Sheng lit another cigarette, and said in a low voice, "I'm not from their circle, and it's not pleasant to do that kind of thing." He looked at Gao Xiwen, "I know a few M who are pretty good looking, Can you introduce it to the past? Tell him, this kind of thing has its own needs, so he can feel it when he plays."

"No." Gao Xiwen refused without thinking. "If something goes wrong with that kind of unknown person, it's hard for anyone to explain. If you don't want to, forget it, and I'll just say it."

Gao Xiwen turned around to leave, but when he reached the door, Mi Sheng made up his mind and slammed the cigarette into the ashtray.

"Hey!"

One night at the end of the month, Mi Sheng came to a local high-end hotel. He walked through the lobby and went upstairs to the agreed room.

Producer Huang sat on the sofa with the project script in his hand, flipping through it and annotating.

Mi Sheng greeted with a smile, "Manufacturer Huang, long time no see."

Producer Huang raised his eyes, looked at him for a while, and said appreciatively: "People say 'beauty is in the bone but not the skin', and you will know that this is very reasonable."

"You flatter me."

Mi Sheng specially chose the cheapest clothes to wear, because he knew that they would be torn anyway.Producer Huang is 47 or 17 this year, dressed as a scholar.However, under this gentle surface, there are hidden hobbies that people don't want to know.Mi Sheng has nothing to say about this. He has seen too many strange people in the ten years since he was kicked out of the house at the age of [-].

Producer Huang: "Gao Xiwen always mentioned you to me, saying that your conditions were very good back then."

Mi Sheng said helplessly: "When did this happen?"

Producer Huang: "Why are you so overwhelmed and openly come out?"

Mi Sheng: "You are young and ignorant."

Producer Huang: "Who told you to sit down?"

Mi Sheng raised his eyes.

The routine-like greetings were not over yet, and Huang Zhiyan's eyes behind the lenses were already cold.Mi Sheng sighed inwardly, and got up from the sofa.

Producer Huang: "Did I wake you up?"

Mi Sheng maintained a half-standing posture, a little embarrassed, and he could probably guess what Huang Producer was going to say next.

"Kneel down."

really.

Mi Sheng glanced at his watch, it was 10:30, and he didn't know what state he would be in four hours later.

In fact, Mi Sheng didn't last for four hours before he died.Recently, he has been under a lot of psychological pressure because of his father's affairs, and has suffered from insomnia for half a month. His body in this state can't last long at all.Mi Sheng passed out halfway, and when he woke up in the early morning, he was lying on the bed without a trace, and Director Huang had disappeared.

Mi Sheng moved, and there was a deep red mark where he was tied up last night, making him grin his teeth in pain.

"... Can anyone fucking climax because of this?" Mi Sheng didn't care about his own wounds, so he went to get his mobile phone to call Gao Xiwen, and told him that he accidentally fainted last night.

Gao Xiwen: "Isn't it, it's so sudden?"

Mi Sheng joked unintentionally, "Apologize for me."

"Okay, don't worry." Gao Xiwen hung up the phone with a smirk.

Mi Sheng changed his clothes carefully, and when he was half dressed, the pain became unbearable.He leaned on the edge of the bed and moved to the window, pushed aside the thick curtain, and sat down on the spot by the bay window.The sun was rising outside the window, and it was a vast expanse. Mi Sheng looked at it and hugged his knees.Although there was no one in the room, he still covered his face with the curtain, and the slender shoulders under the curtain trembled slightly.

The phone vibrated, Mi Sheng thought it was Gao Xiwen, but he didn't expect it to be Chen Xingze.

——You should still be resting at this time, I don't want to disturb you, but I really have no one to discuss with.I suffered from insomnia last night, and Lu Hao confessed to me, what should I do.

Mi Sheng sneered with tears in his eyes, and Chen Xingze sent the second text message.

- He is straight, will we have a result?

Mi Sheng replied him bluntly.

--Won't.

Chen Xingze's news came even faster.

——Why did you wake up so early, do you think there will be no results, and there are no successful cases around you?

--No.

—Okay, let me think again.By the way, how are you and your boyfriend doing? Last time you said he was going to celebrate your birthday, did you have any special surprises?

Mi Sheng was speechless, the wound on his body was hurting all the time, as if he was laughing at him crazily.He has absolutely no desire to continue deceiving himself and others in acting. The more he compiles those beautiful fantasies, the more miserable he is now.

--separated.

Chen Xingze paused for a while in this text message.

--why?

--No reason.

——Why?

"Why why... why are there so many why!" Mi Sheng yelled out as if Chen Xingze was right in front of the phone.He pressed hard on the screen.

——Because of being sick, because there is no money for treatment, because people like us will not have any good results.Stop having those daydreams and don't contact me in the future.

After sending the text message, he had the urge to drop the phone, but he held back the thought of spending money to buy a new one after the drop.Chen Xingze's text message came in again, Mi Sheng didn't even read it, and turned off the phone directly.