Poisonous milk became the film king and found out that I was actually Bai Yueguang [Entertainment]

The restaurant was chosen by Xiao Ping. It is a small Chinese-style tea house. There are not many types of food, but the taste is good and the style is light. --*---Fast update, no anti-theft.--*--

In this way, it would not be too inappropriate for Lei Fuchao to order anything to eat and drink, and Lei Fuchao would not feel that he was chattering.

Another advantage of teahouses is that there are screens and curtains next to the small seats for two to four people. With the faint sound of pipa music, you will feel as if you are sitting in a quiet cave.

Lei Fuchao browsed through the menu, his expression gradually became unpredictable, he raised his head and asked Xiao Ping: "Do you have any recommendations?"

Xiao Ping didn't understand why he had such an expression, so he honestly pointed out a few dishes to him, especially recommending: "The lotus leaf chicken in this restaurant is good."

"Do you like it?" Lei Fuchao asked, "What else do you like?"

"I like it." Xiao Ping frowned, "Just order the dishes you like first. The fish here is also good, but you'd better not eat it for now."

"Then the lotus leaf chicken, tofu and radish and mutton soup." After Lei Fuchao finished speaking, without asking for his opinion, he closed the menu and told the waiter, "That's all."

The waiter took down the name of the dish and left, the curtain was drawn down, Lei Fuchao propped his chin and explained: "If you want to die together, don't think I don't know what you are thinking, you order a fish, I will fade out alone, right? ?”

Xiao Ping: "..."

A phone call came during the meal, Lei Fuchao put down his chopsticks, took out his phone and checked, it wasn't Yanbai.

"Hello? Xiao Lu?" He just answered it.

Catching his little movements, Xiao Ping was a little amused, and leaned over to throw a piece of chicken into his bowl. He was silent for a moment, and replied: "Okay, I'll go and see later, I'm eating now."

"Brother Lu?" Xiao Ping asked tentatively after hanging up the phone, "Isn't there something wrong?"

"It doesn't count." Lei Fuchao said, but Youyou sighed.

Xiao Ping frowned again: "Didn't you ask for sick leave? Why don't you change jobs and change to an easier position?" He reckoned that Lei Fuchao's stomach had never been so weak before. Things have gotten a little better, and the current appearance should be the result of hard drinking in Legendary for the past five years.

"Mr. Hu is kind to me," Lei Fuchao replied, his expression inexplicably changed to a slightly sad one, "He's just a little stingy, and he's not bad."

Maybe it was because of Xiao Ping's running around to take care of him these days, Lei Fuchao didn't mention any "not talking" appointments for a while, and finally the two of them could chat casually and calmly, Xiao Ping hesitated for a while, but still didn't ask. What is it, what's going on.

Under normal circumstances, Lei Fuchao is not inclined to unilaterally owe favors, and will resolve as soon as possible, and pay back as soon as possible, it has been five years, no matter how Xiao Ping listens, he feels that this matter is definitely not small.

Asking now, the atmosphere is not guaranteed to take a turn for the worse.

"Director Li Di called you today." Xiao Ping picked another moderate topic, "About the movie."

Lei Fuchao didn't even raise his eyelids: "Well, I'll write him a letter tonight."

The two were relatively silent for a while.When he lowered his head and took the first sip of the soup, Lei Fuchao caught a glimpse of some crushed carrots in the soup. This is not a very common white radish soup recipe, but he had a little impression.

It was about two years after we met, and when he was doing advertising and marketing in order to make a living, one day Xiao Ping suddenly skipped class and came to bring him a bowl of soup similar to this, and he was deeply impressed by this incident.

At that time, there were far no takeaways running all over the street. He had a terrible stomachache that day, and there was a drinking party in the evening. Taking advantage of no one in the group office, he crossed the meeting and lay his legs on the desk.

Xiao Ping came out as soon as he said he came out, smelling like a summer sweat, he came out like a Tu Xingsun, which made him half dead with anger.

At that time, Xiao Ping plausibly said: "Skipping classes is normal, not uncommon at all, and I have already run away from home, why do I still have to go to school?"

God asks.

Lei Fuchao couldn't answer, and ended up ignoring Xiao Ping all day, and Xiao Ping went to school the next day. From then on, as long as he didn't film, he went to school every school day, and he was better than the kindergarten students.

However, in the end, it seems that the diploma was not used any time.

And because the soup was hot, Lei Fuchao suffered from heat stroke after drinking that bowl of soup in the small stuffy office without air conditioning.

Thinking of this, Lei Fuchao suddenly felt very humiliated, although Xiao Ping couldn't understand what he was thinking in his heart, he still became angry from embarrassment.

Xiao Ping could only see that his complexion was covered by dark clouds for a moment: "?"

"It's okay, let's eat." Lei Fuchao said with a sullen face.

Xiao Ping was worried that something was wrong with him, and he became awkward again and didn't like to talk. He didn't listen to him this time, and insisted on asking: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Lei Fuchao also insisted. ----Fast update, no anti-theft.-*--

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, Xiao Ping couldn't help pondering for a moment.

Xiao Ping understood.

It seems...but...however...

All in all, Shenbao has a smooth delivery, and it will arrive soon.

Xiao Ping sighed heavily, decided to be more considerate, not to point out, and change the subject quickly.

"Brother Lei," he said, "can you promise me one thing? It's a New Year's gift, and I will give you a gift too."

Lei Fuchao stopped chopsticks, and asked without interest, "What's the matter?"

Xiao Ping said in a low voice, "Can I post a Weibo message that we have initially reconciled?"

He spoke in such a half-pleading tone, and Lei Fuchao's heart was heavy when he heard it.Even if others are not sure or understand, of course he is sure and understands that Xiao Ping has no intention of taking advantage of him or using his network.

"I'm on the hot search today," Lei Fuchao softened his tone a little, reminding him, "Most likely someone scolded you."

"It's okay," Xiao Ping's eyes lit up, "as long as you agree."

"Yes." Lei Fuchao looked at him and said, "That is your freedom, you can tell any truth without my consent."

Xiao Pingchang breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately picked up his mobile phone to tap and post on Weibo.The impatient action made Lei Fuchao almost unable to hold back a laugh.

He coughed, took out a tissue and wiped his lips pretendingly.

……

On the way back to Legend Entertainment, Lei Fuchao bought a pair of red couplets. When he got off the bus at Legend Gate, across the road, he saw the other side from a distance. He didn't know what was going on. Looking at two reporters with small cameras hanging around their necks, they hurriedly covered Xiao Ping's head with couplets and said, "Hold it, cover your face."

Although he suspected that this would be more eye-catching, Xiao Ping obeyed obediently.

Lei Fuchao put on the hat of the down jacket, pulled up the scarf, and sneaked into the company together with Xiao Ping, bowing his back and cat waist, before asking the front desk in a low voice: "Why don't you care?"

The front desk also answered in a low voice: "This is not a reporter, but a friend brought by a troublemaker. Brother Lu took him upstairs earlier, and he asked his two friends to wait outside."

Lei Fuchao suddenly realized "Oh", then waved his hands and went upstairs.

Stepping into the elevator, Xiao Ping asked him, "What's the matter? Is it difficult?"

"It should be nothing." In the phone call from Xiao Lu, Lei Fuchao also felt a little helpless, "There was a bar singer who voted five or six tapes in Legend, but they were all passed. He was very unconvinced and wanted to prove his strength in person. "

Xiao Ping laughed dumbly and said, "I'm very confident."

"The level is relatively high," Lei Fuchao replied, "at least the level can be cultivated."

Xiao Ping was startled: "Then why do you keep passing him?"

"What do you think?" Lei Fuchao asked back.

The elevator door opened, followed Lei Fuchao into a dark room with sound, Xiao Ping saw Xiao Lu pacing back and forth in the room with his arms folded, and sitting beside him was an unattractive young man with a short cut.

"Brother Lei." Seeing them walking in, Xiao Lu hurriedly greeted them.

"Hello, I'm Lei Fuchao." Lei Fuchao turned to Bancuntou straight to the point and said, "Go up there if you want to sing any song, and we will play the accompaniment for you."

"Xu Jiangliu." Bancuntou stood up calmly and asked, "Can't I sing my own song?"

"Not today, find a love song." Lei Fuchao said.

Xu Jiangliu had no choice but to nod, not talking nonsense, and went to get the wheat.

His typhoon is extremely stable, his pitch is extremely strong, and his voice is thick and a little hoarse. He is the type who will have certain fans no matter what, but after listening to a verse and a chorus, even Xiao Ping understands where the problem lies.

At the end of the song, Xu Jiangliu slowly pulled out of his emotions, and immediately heard Lei Fuchao respond: "You are very stylish, you are too stylish, and you are also very good. I suggest you take a guitar and go online. Release some folk songs, and then emphasize the personality of the singer-songwriter, and after accumulating a lot of popularity, slowly find a partner who is willing to pay for the cooperation."

Xu Jiangliu looked surprised: "Do you mean that my level is not enough to directly enter the legend?"

Lei Fuchao didn't answer directly, but only said: "Is your love going well?"

Xu Jiangliu: "?"

Lei Fuchao: "When singing songs of this kind, unless it is jazzy, you'd better be a licking dog with a dead heart."

Xiao Ping choked on the lychee juice and coughed a few times.Xu Jiangliu glanced at him blankly, and then started a long tug-of-war with Lei Fuchao.

Xu Jiangliu: "Why?"

Lei Fuchao: "Are you here to pursue your dream? The kind that has a mine at home and just wants to enjoy the music without asking for any harvest?"

Xu Jiangliu: "No, I want to make a living in this industry."

Lei Fuchao: "Then you have to consider the market, then lick it."

Xu Jiangliu: "Do I have to lick it? What do you think of my level?"

Lei Fuchao: "Not bad, but as a newcomer without a fan base, you have to lick it, otherwise I suggest you change to another company."

Xu Jiangliu: "(disappointed) I tried several companies, but they were all passed."

Lei Fuchao: "Lick it."

Xu Jiangliu: "Do I have to lick it? I think I'm very strong."

Lei Fuchao: "I was born in the Department of Classical Music Conducting, and I also think I am very strong. One year, I was too poor to go to the hospital to see a doctor. Mr. Hu showed me a salary slip, and I am here."

Xiao Ping: "..."

Xu Jiangliu: "Okay, let me try. How do I lick it?"

Lei Fuchao patiently gave him an example: "For example, if you like a person, you try your best to be nice to him every day, but he dismisses you, scolds you for belittling you and even loves you, you still have no complaints or complaints." Regret, until being completely dumped and still singing sad love songs alone to miss each other, this is licking the dog."

Xu Jiangliu thought for a while and commented: "This is too unreal, how can there be such a lowly person?"

Lei Fuchao sighed, a little impatient: "Or for example, you like a person, you try your best to treat him every day, and he treats you very well, so you didn't expect him to change suddenly, I just licked it. Is this real?"

Xu Jiangliu: "Oh! I understand!"

Xiao Ping: "..."

Xiao Ping raised his head and took another sip of juice, watching Xu Jiangliu pick up the microphone again with a blank expression, and sang the love song just now again.The effect is not ideal, and his handling method is still too cold.Now even Xiao Lu sighed softly.

Xu Jiangliu seemed to have noticed it too.

Xu Jiangliu asked again: "Is it okay if you don't have a broken heart? It seems that writing songs by yourself always has some audience favorability bonuses?"

Lei Fuchao sat down and ate a piece of candy, and answered slowly: "The songs you wrote yourself are basically useless. If I sign you, I have only one way, find someone else to compose the music, and you will arrange it. The arrangement can also be given to you." The whole song sets the tone, but it is absolutely impossible for you to do it all by yourself in the early stage, your melody is too perverse; in the future, it is possible to consider the degree of public acceptance after packaging and marketing, and it can only be considered.”

Xiao Ping didn't often hear him talk so naked, and more than that, Lei Fuchao immediately added: "Among the singers exported by various companies every year, there are actually not so few singers with creative ability, or some old-fashioned two Third-line singers, after decades of exposure to music theory, some obviously have the ability and desire to create, think about it, why are there so few singer-songwriters? Even half-baked singers?"

Sure enough, as soon as this remark came out, Xu Jiangliu was silent for a long time, and changed his words: "Forget it, then I won't sign. I'm sorry to trouble you today."

Just like when he came, he left as soon as he said he would.

Lei Fuchao was also tired of talking, after the door was closed, he didn't chat with Xiao Lu any more, sat on the chair and walked around alone, and greeted Xiao Ping in a low spirit: "Let's go."

Xiao Ping silently followed him downstairs again.

"Shall I drive?" Xiao Ping only asked.

"Whatever you want." Lei Fuchao agreed while pinching the bridge of his nose.

In the past two days, he didn't go to work at all. He drank water and took medicine, but he was still tired so quickly. The more Xiao Ping thought about it, the more irritable he became, and he didn't open his mouth again. Pushed aside.

When the car door was about to close, Xiao Ping vaguely heard Xu Jiangliu's voice, and looked out the car window. Xu Jiangliu and his two friends bought three egg pancakes nearby, and they just walked past here.The two friends were chatting and laughing, probably to cheer him up. He himself suddenly said "Sing my song, travel thousands of miles!"

Xiao Ping felt that his way of singing old songs was not bad.

After getting in the car, Lei Fuchao was quiet for a while, and rarely took the initiative to sigh to him: "If he doesn't give up after a while, I will make an album for him at a loss."

Xiao Ping turned his head and asked: "The company can't do business that doesn't make money, can it?"

Lei Fuchao said: "Investing in stocks is not the same as paying for retirement."

Xiao Ping let out a laugh, withdrew his gaze and started the car.

After driving only ten meters away, Lei Fuchao's face in his peripheral vision became darker and darker, and after ten meters away, he finally regretted it.

Almost at the same moment Lei Fuchao rolled down the window, Xiao Ping stepped on the brakes.

"Xu Jiangliu!" Lei Fuchao leaned out the car window and called him, "Take my business card, if you are still playing music in the next year, come and find me."

Xiao Ping also turned his head and took a look, Xu Jiangliu seemed to be stunned, it took him a long time to react, he hurried over and took away the business card that Lei Fuchao was holding between his fingers, before saying thanks, Lei Fuchao closed the car window again .

"Go home?" Xiao Ping asked him with a smile.

Lei Fuchao paused, his eyes lowered, and he knew in his heart that since Xiao Ping was not really short of money, the two of them parted ways and did not contact each other, which was the best way to curb the development of their relationship.

But he couldn't say that.

I can't say how to dispatch strength.

Xiao Ping kept looking at him, at this moment he didn't know what he could see from his silence, he smiled again, and didn't ask any more questions.

The car drove onto the road and drove towards Lei Fuchao's small apartment.

After a long while, Lei Fuchao said slowly, "Let's spend another year together."

"Dream." Xiao Ping answered him.

·

As soon as he got home, Lei Fuchao turned on the electric blanket and rushed to the bed. Xiao Ping looked at the wall clock and was about to take a hot bath.

"Don't play with your phone all the time." Lei Fuchao saw that he took his phone into the bathroom again, and casually criticized, "It's not good for your eyes."

Xiao Ping was noncommittal: "Do you want to sleep?"

"No." Lei Fuchao shook his head, "By the way, don't talk to me again from tomorrow."

Xiao Ping: "..."

It turns out that your gratitude is time-sensitive.

Xiao Ping had no choice but to admit his failure, nodded, and walked away pitifully.

Lei Fuchao was lying on the bed alone, checking Weibo, and within a few minutes, he posted a new Weibo about Missing You Night.

@想你的夜: "Ah! Help!! [Poor] [Poor] [Poor] Is there any free lady who can listen to my tree hole + help?"

Think about it, Lei Fuchao private messaged her on Weibo.

Relying on the wind and breaking the waves will sometimes: "Xiao Ye, what's the matter?"

The night of missing you: "Ah! Mrs. Polang! Mrs. save me!"

There will be times when the wind and the waves will: "?"

The night of missing you: "1551 I think my boyfriend is so cute but I also think he works too hard every day. I want to raise him, but I can't afford it by myself!"

Lei Fuchao was startled.

Relying on the wind and breaking the waves sometimes: "Wait, why can't you support yourself? He didn't ask you to accept another woman's support for him, did he?"

The night of thinking about you: "?? No, Ma'am, you have a big brain. You are indeed my favorite scissorhands! 1551 Simply put, I need to feed him to raise him."

It was really a difficult multiple-choice question. Lei Fuchao thought about it carefully for a long time, but to no avail, he could only come up with a panacea answer.

Relying on the Wind and Breaking the Waves sometimes: "(^_^) Then Xiaoye, why don't you just follow your heart?"

The night of missing you: "Ah... makes sense."

The night of missing you: "I want to raise him! Sooner or later I want to raise him!!!"

It was so loud that Lei Fuchao was speechless.

Riding the Wind and Breaking the Waves sometimes: "Come on~! Xiaoye will definitely be able to do it!"

Relying on the Wind and Breaking the Waves sometimes: "Oh, I really want to be taken care of too."

The night of missing you: "Wow, my wife is such a straightforward girl! I love it!"

Relying on the wind and breaking the waves sometimes: "...No, no, no, no, just kidding."

……

The two of them continued to chat a few words in a nonchalant manner, and finally posted a few cute emojis at Night of Missing You, and then they went offline.

It wasn't until this time that Lei Fuchao suddenly remembered the reconciliation blog that Xiao Ping applied for in the teahouse, opened the watch list, and went to check Xiao Ping's Weibo homepage.

Then Lei Fuchao's eyes went dark.

@肖纯: "Baby, I fell in love this time, and I don't regret it when I'm at a loss!"

Lei Fuchao: "..."

Lei Fuchao: "????"

Lei Fuchao scrolled up and down, yes, Xiao Ping's Weibo has not updated any content for five years, and he hasn't posted any other Weibo recently.

Only this line of lyrics stands here alone, bearing all the workload in the past five years.

The explosive number of comments displayed at the bottom of the blog post was astonishing. Lei Fuchao hesitated for a long time, but he didn't dare to open it directly to see the wind direction. He could only get up from the bed violently, and opened the bathroom door.

Under the warm yellow light of the Yuba, Xiao Ping was lying in the bathtub with an innocent expression and raised his head in response to the sound, looking over at him, his eyes were as clear as two crystal glass balls newly shipped from the factory.

Xiao Ping asked him: "Brother Lei, is the toilet on the other side blocked?"