The president sent me to cheer

Stayed for a week.

Little A already knows the hospital commissary well.

He probed into the freezer familiarly, but found that the yogurt was sold out.

As a last resort, I had to take a plate of AD calcium milk from a nearby shelf.

In front of the cash register stood a boy, a girl, and two children.

A short man, the little boy was not even as tall as little A's legs, with gauze wrapped around his head, but he had a very pulled expression on his face, as if he could fight another three hundred rounds on the spot.

It seemed to be aware of someone coming from behind.

The little boy turned his head to look at Little A, and met his clear eyes.

It's still a bit chilly in early spring.

When Xiao A came out, she put on a coat, which was splashed with exaggerated pink and blue.

With his delicate fair face.

Even standing in such a dimly lit small shop, it is still eye-catching.

The little boy originally had an "I'm super cool" expression on his face.

It collapsed instantly after seeing Little A's face.

The girl also noticed Little A.

His eyes were shining, and he subconsciously exaggerated.

"Wow, bro, you look so pretty."

Little A was also polite, raising his face proudly.

He reached out and rubbed the little girl's head.

"You are so honest~!"

Seeing the happy face of the little girl, the little boy became even more upset.

He couldn't help pursing his lips, and shifted his gaze to the plate of AD calcium milk in Xiao A's hand.

humming said:

"Hmph, it's childish to still drink this kind of thing at this age."

Little A: "..."

The tall and thin figure behind him seemed to be hit.

Take a dramatic step back, then walk away silently.

The little boy felt triumphant and snorted triumphantly.

But before he could be happy, he found that the light above his head had dimmed.

Immediately afterwards, there were three beeps from the cash register.

When he stretched his neck to look, he found that the counter was full of AD calcium milk.

Little A deliberately patted the three-plate AD calcium milk on the cash register.

He raised his face and said "Checkout".

little boy:"……"

Where did the childish ghost come from.

After paying the bill, Little A made a face at the little boy.

Walking with a step that the relatives did not recognize, he triumphantly picked up the three boards of AD calcium milk and left the canteen.

He didn't open the plastic packaging, and directly inserted a whole row of straws.

Noble and chic.

Just going back to the ward.

Suddenly, he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate.

Although his mobile phone has been shut down due to arrears, it has not passed 24 hours.

It's just that you can't make calls, but you can still receive text messages and calls.

The AD calcium milk in my hand is a little in the way.

Xiao A was flustered for a while, and took out his mobile phone with difficulty, only to realize that it was Lao Li who called.

Lao Li is his colleague, mainly doing arrangement work.

I rented a house in the suburbs as a studio.

Although Xiao A is a rapper, he can't make money by singing rap.

The current source of income is mainly to write songs with Lao Li and sell copyrights.

Lao Li is a cheerful person.

As soon as I got on the phone, I got straight to the point.

"Hey, when will you be discharged from the hospital? I still have a few songs waiting for you to hand in."

"..."

Xiao A hates three things the most in his life.

First, someone directs him.

Second, some people say he is dirty.

Third, someone called his name.

So, he repeated it for the first time.

"Please call me Little A, thank you."

Old Li is used to it.

Did not listen to his words at all.

"Bull, it's not that I want to urge you, it's that the company has come to ask today, and the bill is several thousand, if you can't pay it again, will you still have money to hand over to your mother next month?"

Old Li's words.

Ling Xiao A scratched his head irritably.

Although he is now independent.

His mother still asked him to go to Qing's house every month to ask for living expenses.

Little A doesn't want to go.

I had no choice but to call my mother with my own money, pretending that it was from the Qing family.

He used to work in a big company and could afford the money.

But now that he came to be a rapper, there was always a pause, and by this month, he really had no money to call his mother.

That's why my mother sent a text message to ask.

The hospital is a quiet place.

It was impossible for him to hold a guitar and write songs over there, so he simply closed his eyes and recuperated from his injuries for a week.

Don't go back to work now.

Not to mention returning the medical expenses to grandpa, he might not even be able to afford food soon.

Little A touched his head carefully.

After confirming that the wound didn't hurt much, he agreed.

"I'm ready, I'll be here this afternoon."

Discharge procedures must be completed.

Still have to sort things out.

Little A doesn't want to waste any more time.

Immediately returned to the ward with a pile of AD calcium milk.

The door of No. 603 was not closed securely.

A small seam was left.

Hearing the silence inside, Little A thought He Jiu was resting.

Then gently and slowly pushed the door open.

The light in the ward is just right.

The sun shines quietly on the man through the dense tree canopy outside the window.

The man stood in front of the bed, looking down at the paper and pen in his hand.

The slender eyelashes trembled blankly, as if thinking about something.

He had been lying on the hospital bed before, covered with a quilt.

Little A didn't notice his figure.

Take a look now.

Only then did I realize that he was tall and tall with broad shoulders and narrow waist.

Even in rough hospital gowns.

You can still see the stern and silent demeanor on him.

It seems to be aware of the existence of Little A.

The man turned his head and glanced at him.

Seeing him discovering himself, Xiao A let out an awkward "ah".

She subconsciously raised her hand and handed him a plate of AD calcium milk.

"...Would you like to drink?"

The man's crow-colored pupils moved.

But he didn't reach out to pick it up.

Only the brows were slightly frowned.

His voice was deep and clear, with a bit of chaotic magnetism.

Every syllable is full of seductive sexiness.

"Is it me?"

"..."

Little A was suffocating.

Your son doesn't seem to know what he's thinking.

After pondering for a moment, he handed him the paper and pen in his hand.

The voice is cold.

"Number."

"Ok?"

"If you believe me, I'll send you the money when I go back."

"You really want to pay me back?"

Little A sized him up suspiciously.

I laughed in disbelief.

"Okay, seeing that you sincerely want to pay me back, how can I be ashamed not to accept it?"

Anyway, it's just a liar looking for an excuse to renege on his debt.

Little A didn't dare to write his own number, so he just passed on his grandfather's landline and handed it back to him.

"Here."

Your son reached out to take it.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Little A has sharp eyes, and he can tell right away that he still has something to say.

then asked him.

"Anything else?"

"I……"

He hesitated.

After hesitating for a long time, I mustered up the courage.

"Didn't I want to make a video call... Would you... Would you like to lend me some money?"

"..."

What kind of new scam is this?

Little A was a little confused.

But he didn't have any money on him.

There seems to be one or two hundred in a certain treasure, but now it is shut down, I can’t even access the Internet, and I can’t recharge it. I have to go to Lao Li to borrow money first.

He thought about it, but chose to refuse.

"Sorry, I only have ten yuan on me."

Little A doesn't have many things, so he can leave after tidying up.

He stuffed things into his jacket pocket carelessly, and was about to leave, but when he turned around, he saw your young master standing there in a daze, and suddenly felt a little pitiful for him.

"I have to go, and you don't need to pay back the money. You'd better go home quickly."

He put the remaining two plates of AD calcium milk on his bed.

remind him.

"Here, for your dinner."

After finishing speaking, he went out the door without looking back.

When closing the door of the ward, he caught a glimpse of the lonely figure of a man through the crack of the door.

I couldn't bear it in my heart, but I quickly closed the door with my hand.

I can't protect myself now.

Why do you care about a liar who runs the train with his mouth full?

Little A's money is no longer enough to take a taxi.

He went out and waited for the bus for a while, and finally arrived at Lao Li's studio downstairs.

Lao Li is also a well-known figure in the industry, and he can be said to have a discerning eye.

He has excavated many singers and written many popular songs.

In his own words.

He, Lao Li, is the reincarnation of Bole.

So Li Bole asked around.

Finally found little A in the dilapidated rental house.

He patted Little A on the shoulder earnestly.

A pair of small watery eyes are full of appreciation and praise for plastic talents.

"You are a genius!"

Little A's eyes lit up: "Oh???"

"In time, you will surely become the trendsetter in the Chinese music scene, the most cutting-edge music godfather, the 21st century..."

Little A with star eyes: "King of rap?"

"Blind Bing!"

Little A:? ? ?

"Who?"

"Blind Bing, a musician."

"..."

What Li Bole fell in love with was Xiao A's talent for composing.

Rather than rap talent.

Use his words to describe Little A's rap.

That is:

"What's the matter with rua, I'll go outside and catch a chicken, even the chicken is better than your rua."

Little A once felt that Li Bole was really not Bole.

I can't see his rap talent at all.

In this regard.

Li Bole also felt wronged.

Because Xiao A's rap is really bad.

It is inversely proportional to his ability to compose.

He still remembers the rap that Xiao A performed for him in order to prove his strength.

At that time, Xiao A had just been invited out of the rental house by him.

Before he had time to tidy up his messy hair, he heard what Lao Li said with a dazed expression.

"Then you can introduce yourself, the kind that is particularly convincing."

What was sung earlier, Lao Li no longer remembers.

It's rubbish anyway.

But there is a paragraph behind.

But he will never forget it.

At that time, Little A had already read a long paragraph.

Not breathing well.

So, Lao Li heard his stubborn and unyielding...

beg for mercy.

"No bro, I don't have that long breath

Even if you show your strength, you have to breathe~

I've been boasting for so long, I really worked hard

If you feel ok, you~ are my younger brother~"

Lao Li: "I'm 46."

Little A had already rapped to the point of hypoxia.

Almost on top.

So, Lao Li heard him answer immediately.

"Okay, then you are my grandpa↗grandpa↘grandpa↗grandpa↘yeah~!"

Lao Li:? ? ? ? ?

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"do not know."

"..."

In fact, when Lao Li met Xiao A for the first time.

Little A is still a gentle and well-behaved child.

At that time, Little A had just left school not long ago, so he didn't dye his head colorfully.

Only a simple and clean black hair was left.

I don't like to laugh, and I don't like to talk.

Shy and reserved, with a soft appearance, it seems that anyone can bully.

So Lao Li never expected such a young angel with a voice like a mosquito.

In less than half a year, she can grow up and become a flamboyant gunfighter.

Not only love to laugh, but also love to act like a baby.

Lively and arrogant like a little sun.

Lao Li doesn't know Xiao A's life experience.

All I know is that he was strictly controlled by his mother in the past.

I heard from a friend who introduced Xiao A to him that Xiao A was a well-known academic bully when he was a student.

He learns everything quickly and is almost an all-around genius.

When he graduated from university, his personal resume was already so beautiful that it exploded.

Almost a company would want to keep him.

But for some reason, after graduation, he chose a job that had nothing to do with his major without saying a word.

In the domestic first-tier game manufacturers, when the game is operated.

And I heard that when he was in office, he also had quite brilliant deeds.

It has been praised by the industry so far.

Lao Li also heard a little about this.

Little A was in charge of a popular end game at the time.

Belonging to the company's most profitable signboard.

This game has survived for many years and has a huge user base with high stickiness.

Nowadays, they mainly rely on selling appearance to make money, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a brainless business to sell one piece at a time.

But that doesn't mean the game itself has no issues.

Players have complained about optimization and professional balance, and there are certain flaws in the gameplay.

But the master planner felt that he had created a popular game.

Pretty expansive, and feels like the game is pretty well-done.

So, in the late game.

So I put the focus of development on more profitable mobile games.

Back and forth, a lot of money was poured in.

But the mobile game market doesn’t seem to be buying it, after the money-burning activities in the early stage.

It cooled down quickly and became a waste product with no ability to make money.

But the main planner still didn't give up, and insisted on putting most of his energy on developing new games.

Trying to create a new hit game to make money.

Under such circumstances, the operation and maintenance of old games within the company is relatively casual.

The employees in charge of the old games also ate and waited to die, passively slowing down their work.

But Little A is different.

He registered a game account and tried his best to experience the game content.

And keep communicating with the players, record their suggestions one by one, and even put forward a plan to the leader, try my best to create the desired functions and environment for the players, and also continue the vitality of the old game.

The most famous of these is the "Font Library Incident".

The font library mentioned here is mainly used to block the swear words issued by the players in the game.

And change all these swear words into characters like "***".

The average player will basically guess that you are swearing after seeing "***".

Those who are smarter can even break through the appearance and accurately guess which word you are cursing based on the number of "***".

So it's actually not a very good idea.

Little A felt very uncomfortable about this matter during the game.

Because he is very smart.

He can accurately guess what the other party is cursing.

So after a certain update, the players went online.

The game was still the same game, and nothing unusual was found.

Until someone lost a fight in the wild and was guarded by someone.

In a fit of rage, he uttered the phrase "fucking shit".

Then, the man saw three words floating silently above his head.

"mwah".

His enemy may have been disgusted.

He replied on the spot.

"Sabi, is your name Nima?"

Then the Qiu family also saw a line of words floating silently above his head.

"Darling, are you calling me?"

It's simply gay to explode the audience.

Then, something went wrong.

Players who don't know why can always see some wonderful dialogues on the world channel.

"Fuck you, you're dead."

"Well, I love you."

"Mom sells batches, are you a dog?"

"Honey, are you an angel?"

"Go to hell!"

"xxx kiss me!"

a time.

The trolls of the whole game have turned into sweet-smelling coquettish monsters.

Because little A has also added a random algorithm, each swear word corresponds to many beautiful words.

It was impossible to figure out whether the other party was really swearing or not.

Over time, the trolls gave up resistance.

The atmosphere of the game is much more harmonious.

Little A joined the company for one year.

During that year, the company suffered heavy losses.

The main reason is that the main plan is too inflated.

Not only did they lose money by spending money on mobile games, but they also bought studios frantically and attempted to enter overseas markets, but they still ended in failure.

The company's top executives couldn't stand it anymore, and ordered the main planner to be replaced on the spot.

Then a layman was parachuted in to direct everyone.

The layman is a related household and knows nothing about games and operations.

Mainly here to eat and wait for death to fish for oil and water.

Little A is such a genuine person.

It just became a thorn in his side.

What he wants is someone who behaves well and contributes to making money for the company.

It's not a thing that always stands in the player's perspective and repeatedly asks him to spend money and people to modify and adjust.

New ways to play without money?

Optimizing games for free?

No money for modification?

Just maintain it casually so that the game can run smoothly, make a few beautiful clothes, and think about how to hold events to cheat money.

Why do you have to make things difficult for your own people and let everyone do this and that?

Under such dissatisfaction, the new planner threw out a sentence: "You are the planner and I am the planner?"

And take the lead in crowding out little A.

Keep looking for reasons to demote him.

Little A is not a shameless person.

Knowing that the new plan squeezed him out, he didn't want to stay any longer.

He threw away his work card on the spot, and came directly to rent a house with a small amount of savings.

I officially started chasing my rapper dream.

But little A.

He is obviously good-looking, foreign-looking, and very talented, and he can do everything very well.

But it happens that he has no talent in rap.

It can even be said that there is always a little rustic about him.

Lao Li was very confused.

If you can’t rap, you can do other things, why do you have to go to a dead end?

But Little A didn't do it.

He just wanted to sing rap wholeheartedly.

His ability is obvious to all in the game industry, and he can be said to be a candidate for a legend. After leaving, many companies have offered him an olive branch.

But he just ignored everyone and wanted to be a rapper.

Back then, no amount of headhunters could talk him out.

It's even worse for Lao Li.

Fortunately, Xiao A didn't save much money, after all, he had to eat, so he had to come to write songs for him.

Otherwise, the music industry will really lose a piece of rough jade.

Xiao A got on the Internet at Lao Li's place to recharge her phone bill.

Then I asked Lao Li to borrow 200 yuan for emergency.

When I finished my work and was about to leave, I realized that I was leaving in a hurry.

I left the recorder in the hospital.

His voice recorder is a treasure.

There are a lot of unpublished songs hidden in it, so it can be said that it is a guy who eats.

Of course, he couldn't let this kind of thing get lost, he had to look for it.

He set off immediately and went to the hospital.

Although there is 200 yuan given by Lao Li.

But Xiao A was still reluctant to take a taxi, and went back and forth to the hospital door many times.

It's getting late.

The night was about to fall, and the street lights on the roadside were the first to turn on.

If it was later, the bus to go home would be gone.

Little A checked the time, trotted all the way into the hospital, and opened the door of Ward 603 familiarly.

The ward was empty.

The four hospital beds were all folded neatly, as if no one had ever lived in them.

Even the head of the bed was clean.

nothing left.

Is it really a liar?

Seeing that he didn't pursue it, he stopped pretending to be stupid and slipped home quickly.

Facing the empty ward.

Little A suddenly felt a little lost, but quickly settled down and rummaged around in his bed.

The cleaning aunt hadn't had time to change the sheets and quilt covers.

The recording pen was pressed under the pillow.

Little A breathed a sigh of relief.

I turned it over carefully again, lest anything else fall.

After confirming that you have everything you need.

Only then did I leave the hospital with confidence.

But just for a few minutes.

By the time he walked out of the courtyard, the sky had completely darkened.

The bus station is not far away.

Illuminated by a lonely street lamp, it looks a little deserted.

Depending on the time, the bus will take a while to arrive.

Little A sat down, closed his eyes, and turned his stiff neck wearily.

Suddenly, a low voice came from nearby.

Mixed with a strong cross talk tone.

"Can you lend me your phone? I, Shengshi Group..."

Little A suddenly opened his eyes.

Subconsciously looked around, looking for the source of the sound.

Soon, he found a dark place a few meters away.

Standing tall and tall.

He stood there helplessly.

There was an awkward and forced smile on his face.

After being snickered and rejected by two young girls.

Some lowered their eyes in a lonely way.

The girls discussed his voice as they walked.

When he walked near Xiao A, he finally couldn't help bursting into laughter.

The laughter seemed to hurt the man.

He turned his head back, trembling his eyelashes in the direction they left.

Then, he saw little A on the station.

Only then did Little A see clearly.

In his arms, he was still holding the two boards of AD calcium milk he gave him.

"..."

Seeing Xiao A, He Jiu twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment.

She nodded slightly at him, then turned around and walked a little further away.

Little A's thoughts suddenly became a little chaotic.

But he couldn't figure out what the mess was.

He didn't say anything, just plugged in the earphones he borrowed from Lao Li.

Continue to wait for the bus.

It was very late, but the bus still didn't come.

Little A stood up a little anxiously, and poked his probe forward.

Under the street lamp in the distance, the man stood there alone.

The light fell, illuminating his brown hair even lighter.

His facial features are three-dimensional and profound.

It is quite aggressive and arrogant.

But that soft and docile tea hair.

But he made his face a little cute.

Little A's pupils flickered, and he couldn't help but took a step in his direction.

But that helpless and downcast figure was quickly covered by the arriving bus.

There was an old couple who were very lucky.

As soon as I walked near the station, the waiting car came.

While urging each other, they quickened their pace.

Hastily walked up.

Seeing that their legs and feet were inconvenient, Little A stepped aside.

Let them go up first.

When passing Little A, the old gentleman suddenly glanced forward.

Sigh with the old lady.

"Tell me, what a good young man, it's a pity that he is not dumb."

"..."

The number of times He Jiu laughed in his life.

Probably not as much as this afternoon.

But he is alone and helpless now, and he must not sit idly by.

I had no choice but to squeeze out a smiling face and stop the couple in front of me.

"Can you lend me your phone? I..."

The man and the woman exchanged glances.

Immediately, he covered his mouth and secretly smiled.

They waved like dogs and cast meaningful glances at him.

He Jiu's smile completely froze on his face.

He Jiu sullenly tried not to lose control of his emotions.

It took a long time before he relaxed his clenched fists until they trembled.

"Hey, sir."

Suddenly, someone patted him on the shoulder.

He Jiu was alert and turned back immediately.

But he saw that extremely delicate face.

The young man raised his head, smiling with a pair of clear eyes.

The tear mole under the corner of his eye also seemed to come to life, reflecting the agility between his eyebrows and eyes.

under the streetlight.

Like a dazzling little sun.

"How about I borrow it from you?"

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I want to change the name and text of the article.

So quietly asking everyone for their opinions.

①The president sent me to cheer

②The day when I was forced to talk about cross talk with the boss

③ After I lost my job, I debuted with the president in comic dialogue

Which would be better?

Thanks to the little angel who cast [mine]: 1 crooked six one;