not red find me

In Yu Yi's short career as a singer, getting along with her manager was always the most difficult part.

His agent seven years ago grew up with him from the youthful stage, and he grew from the youthful stage to the depression stage, and his agent grew from one artist to five artists, and finally refrigerated him .

What is more incredible is that all his activities were suspended at that time, but his songs became popular for a short time after he was refrigerated.

The popularity of those songs was finally attributed to his agent's proper marketing. After the cold storage period passed, the record company failed to renew his contract, and his agent also kicked him out.After all, what is popular is the song, and maybe it can be popular even if another person sings it.

Yu Yi sat in the passenger seat and glanced at his current manager.

He was able to win the runner-up in the first season of "The Strongest Singer" program that just aired this year, and then signed a contract with Yiheng Studio. Now that I think about it, it feels like he stole someone else's script.

After he walked out of the gym and followed Cheng Lin to a restaurant, he still had no idea how to answer Cheng Lin's question.

He can say that it was because he left the record company for two years, and in the end he even lost his job as a resident singer in a bar. When he was looking at the big screen at the intersection with a blank face on the street, he happened to see the show "The Strongest Singer" Did the slogan that was put out get slapped in the face for a while?

"I want to hear you sing, are you ready to occupy the stage?"

He was beaten completely because of the first half of the sentence.

He really just wanted to find a stage where someone could hear him sing.

As for whether he is popular or not, making money or not, he doesn't care too much.He even thinks that being able to sing now is enough, and it doesn't matter how long he can sing.

But the agent in front of him may be running counter to his ideas.

Of course, this is also normal.

Cheng Lin and him can only be regarded as a community of interests now, not even friends.There is no need to go out of your way to understand his inner voice.

Yu Yi leaned her head on the back of the chair, and sighed almost inaudibly.

"Did you not eat enough, or did you poke your sore spots after exercising?" Cheng Lin looked at the road conditions in front of him and asked casually.

Yu Yi's body froze for a moment, she turned her head to look at the car window on the right side, and it took a while before she said, "Why do you think that I will definitely be popular?"

"I said you will definitely be popular?" Cheng Lin stopped before the red light, then lowered his head and clicked on the phone screen a few times, "I just don't like to have no fighting spirit when doing something."

Yu Yi choked on Cheng Lin's words, and his voice disappeared in his chest again.

"If I had known that you would care so much about my words, I shouldn't have said it." Cheng Lin said again.

Yu Yi lowered her head and was completely speechless.What Cheng Lin meant was that he regretted it, he must be popular or something, it was just a delusion.

When Cheng Lin started the car again, he put down his cell phone, and the car music just played.

Yu Yi looked up in surprise.

This is a song he sang when he first debuted.

That single CD was lost when he moved. It is considered that he wrote the lyrics and composed the music himself, and even the reverb is an immature work made by himself.Every time he listened to it, he felt that the works at that time were too simple, with simple melody, simple harmony, and simple lyrics.Even the title is "One Day".So simple it's almost impossible to remember.

After the song was played, the next song was played on the player, which was also Yu Yi's early works.Even Yu Yi himself seldom revisited the past works, quietly and slowly in the strange car, without warning, he was pulled into the deep memory.

Cheng Lin didn't talk to him along the way, and concentrated on driving the car from the beginning to the end, or, as the coach Xiao He said, Cheng Lin was more considerate and didn't want to disturb him, and he was a little absent-minded.

I didn't know how many songs I had finished listening to, but when the next song had just played the prelude, Yu Yi suddenly straightened up and stretched out his hand to stop the music.

Cheng Lin turned his head and glanced at him, he pointed out the car window hastily: "My house is here."

Cheng Lin nodded, and stopped the car by the side of the road.

"Thank you for sending me off, then I'll go back first." Yu Yi stretched out his hand to wipe his face, unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.

Cheng Lin also got out of the car, and followed behind him after locking the car.

Yu Yi stepped on the stairs and turned his head, and when he saw Cheng Lin following him closely, he almost fell down.

"You, you want to come to my house?" He was completely unprepared and flustered.

"Of course." Cheng Lin said.

Yu Yi opened his mouth and closed it again.It was indeed normal for the manager to go to the artist's house. During his previous career as a singer, he had lived in the same room as the manager for half a year.

It's just that his current mood is not suitable for receiving his agent into his home.

Yu Yi's home is on the fourth floor.This residential building has a total of eight floors, and the elevator is broken and waiting for repair all year round, so he basically takes the stairs.

After some excessive exercise just now, Yu Yi really felt a little weak in his legs when he climbed the stairs, but because Cheng Lin was following him, he had to grit his teeth and run up the stairs faster than usual.

Cheng Lin followed all the way, except that when he was walking up the stairs, he asked why he didn't take the elevator, and he stopped because he caught a glimpse of the baffle under maintenance in front of the elevator door, and didn't say anything dissatisfied.

It's not really that Cheng Lin is so bored and insists on breaking into other people's houses.Instead, he realized that the singer in front of him, who was said to have debuted for seven years, had too fragile a self-esteem.In order not to let his artist stay alone in the closed space and feel sorry for himself after being depressed, he decided to stay by Yu Yi's side at this time.

Home is a place where it is easier for people to let go of their guard, and it is also more suitable for venting emotions.

But when Yu Yi opened the door of his small house of less than 50 square meters, he still couldn't help lowering his head and coughing.

I can't boast enough.

Can't see that Yu Yi's appearance is so gentle and clean, the family will be so messed up.There were some washed or unwashed clothes piled up on the sofa, and the coffee table looked like a bowl of instant noodles that had been eaten for at least a day.A lot of papers were scattered on the ground, probably Yu Yi's half-written lyrics or score.

The visual effect of this house is clearly written in two capital letters: down and out.

Yu Yi didn't care about the pain in his legs and arms, he rushed into the room and began to tidy up. He grabbed the clothes on the sofa and planned to take them into the room, but when he turned around, he found Cheng Lin bending over to pick up the papers on the floor.

"Those aren't...those are..." Yu Yi took the clothes and rushed to Cheng Rin, "It's all written for fun, not for use."

Cheng Lin picked up those papers together, he couldn't actually understand the staves on them, but at least he could know that the melody that had been changed so many times couldn't just be written for fun.

He folded up the papers and found a clean place on the coffee table to put them down, then tidied up the top of the coffee table for Yu Yi, put the instant noodle bowls and other leftover cartons in garbage bags and threw them at the door, then He walked back to Yu Yi who was standing there in a daze, and took a look at Yu Yi.

"Do you need me to fold the clothes for you?" As soon as he opened his mouth, Cheng Rin felt a hint of irony in his tone.

Yu Yi woke up like a dream, took the clothes and walked into the bedroom, didn't know if he had folded the clothes, but he came out quickly again.

He moved a chair and sat down beside the tea table, bowed his head in silence, like a student who had written a wrong homework and was waiting for the teacher to ask.

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Thank you Yu Yu for the nutrient solution≧△≦