[If you want to make your life different in this life, don't you have to do things you wouldn't do in your previous life? 】
The messy room.
The fat man shook his body against his fair carcass.
Liu Xiaoyun spread his legs and let the ugly man with a big belly go in and out of him. He raised his chin and stared blankly at the eroded gray ceiling.
After finding three or four orders like this, the rent for this month can be paid, and he can only eat instant noodles for two weeks. Yesterday he even fainted on a guest’s bed, but that’s good luck, the guest. Thinking that he was too heroic and proud, he triumphantly gave him 20 yuan more.
After leaving, let's eat a bowl of beef noodles.
Thinking wildly in his mind, the body was broken into various humiliating and indecent poses, unless it was really painful and grunting, the young man didn't make much noise while holding back.
The guest was dissatisfied, and slapped it down.
"What are you doing while biting your mouth? I want to set up an archway when I sell it out, call me a few times to listen to it!"
Liu Xiaoyun's entire head was beaten into the pillow, and he bit his tongue unexpectedly, and his mouth was full of blood.
The boy clenched his fists and prepared to make some humble noises, but before he could speak, there were already other people's neighs, screams from other people's mouths.
Liu Xiaoyun raised his head in amazement, but saw that the man who was still galloping on him was pulled back by a big hand holding his hair. The top of his guest's panic-white head was a face with a sneer.
This face was handsome and rough, like some kind of primitive and sharp weapon, and a scar on the left cheek vented out the man's unobtrusive hostility, a sharp smell of blood.
"We don't pay back the money we owe, but we still have the energy to ravage the flowers of the motherland. You are so courageous, you fat pig."
The man's voice was also low and deep. He sneered and took out a small knife, biting the scabbard with his teeth, and cutting the edge of the blade along the curve of the obese man's mouth, cutting the man's entire face in half horizontally.
The man's movements were extremely smooth, his expression relaxed as if he was chopping a cabbage instead of splitting a person's face, and then he grabbed the man's hair and dragged his naked and fat body out of the bed. Because of the violent movements, Liu Xiaoyun even saw the chin of the blood-filled fat man squeak out of his upper jaw, and the blood sprayed his face.
Liu Xiaoyun's bloody face had lost the ability to scream in horror.
No one cares about him. The few people who followed the Scar Man came into all the houses neatly and began to search, and finally collected a few stacks of cash and three or four bank cards.
The cruel tiger-wolf-scarred man said blankly, "Let him write down all the bank codes before he faints, and chop one of his toes every five seconds."
Several subordinates immediately nodded and squatted in front of the obese man who was hissing on the floor. Liu Xiaoyun was still sitting naked on the bed, unable to see what those people did to the guests who disgusted him three minutes ago.
Too cruel and bloody, Liu Xiaoyun had lost any possibility of schadenfreude, and he even wondered if he would be murdered in the future.
Just as he thought so, the man with long scars on his cheek glanced at him squintingly, with a temperatureless look in his eyes.
The sweat in Liu Xiaoyun's palms was cold at this moment.
With a pale face, he watched the man close his forehead and looked at his face carefully, and even lifted his bangs to look at it, as if he was appreciating merchandise. The man's rough fingers rubbed his forehead.
Liu Xiaoyun held his breath and dared not breathe.
"How much do you sell him for a night?"
"5...50." Liu Xiaoyun replied hoarsely.
"50?" The scar man opened his mouth in surprise, "You treat yourself as a rotten cabbage. Even if you come out to be a duck, I have never seen you so humble."
Liu Xiaoyun couldn't make a miserable smile. It wasn't because of herself... He was just a bastard worth 50.
Will definitely be killed.
It seems to be alive like this... and it's really worthless.
The scarred man stopped looking at him, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth. Someone immediately lit him on fire.
"How about following me? If I do it under my hands, I can let you sell for at least 5,000, or even 50,000, divided into three to seven, how about?"
The young boy widened his eyes in astonishment. He sat on the bed full of body fluids and blood and looked at the lazily smoking man in disbelief.
what did he say… ? At least 5000? Three or seven divided? Then he can get fifteen thousand at a time? He has never owned more than one thousand yuan in his life. Then give the money to the blood-sucking worms in the nursing home. They will definitely treat grandma better...
Just thinking about it, Liu Xiaoyun's face flushed with excitement.
The scarred man looked at the excited fair-skinned boy, sneered disdainfully, stretched out his hand and flicked the soot, leaving his last word to him.
"Then you remember my name, my name is Chen Hao. As for your name, I am not interested now, but you have to find a way to make me remember it, otherwise you may be like this stupid, no one cares about it. On the dirty floor."
The last scene when Liu Xiaoyun saw Chen Hao for the first time was when he dropped his cigarette butt on the ground and left the shabby rental house dripping with blood coldly.
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Chen Hao, who walked out of the rental house, clearly frowned after receiving a phone call, and his eyes, which were always not shocked, were obviously surprised.
"Sure enough, I don't understand what the flowers of the motherland are thinking now. It's either a duck or a little white face. No one is doing serious things..."
Chen Hao muttered, and immediately broadcasted a call on his cell phone. Because of caution and nervousness, he went down a floor deliberately so that there would be no noise from his subordinates.
He cleared his throat before daring to speak every word:
"Hey, boss, it's me, Chen Hao. I have news from Master Su An."
"… Say."
The other party only replied with one word.
"That kid Su An-no, after Master Su An left, he rented a small apartment in Dongyang District, the suburbs. The public security environment is pretty good." Chen Hao's deliberately over-respected and pleased voice came from the other end of the phone. .
"So?" Su Xitang asked coldly.
The other end of the phone obviously choked, and immediately laughed doglegally, "Of course this is not the point. The point is that Young Master Su An submitted his resume to Mars half a week ago."
The hand who poured Burgundy into the glass paused, "Which subsidiary of Mars?"
"Mars...Entertainment." Chen Hao replied in a strange tone on the other end of the phone.
After putting the cork on the wine bottle and putting it back in the wine cabinet, Su Xitang sat back on the sofa holding the goblet, "So you mean, my son, who has changed a lot of temperament, is going to be a star in the entertainment industry?"
"Well, not surprisingly... it should be so, and according to the news I just got, Mars has notified him that he has passed the preliminary screening and asked him to go for an interview tomorrow."
The red wine in front of you is deep in color, with a touch of soy sauce, floral and licorice flavor, rich in aroma, and refreshing. If the critics see it, it will be as crazy as a violinist encountering the most magnificent chapter.
However, in Su Xitang's eyes, all wines, regardless of variety, no matter how high or low, have only one function, that is, heating.
"Since my son finally has some life pursuits, I, the father, will definitely not stop him. You continue to pay attention to his situation," Su Xitang continued after a pause, "but if it's not a major event, you don't need to notify me."
Chen Hao immediately responded, but he also naturally knew that everything in the world, except life and death, which is not a trivial matter
After hanging up the phone, Su Xitang looked at the red wine in the glass in silence, as deep as the crumbling dusk.
Suddenly the appearance of a young man staring at him in the twilight appeared in his mind. It was really like a cub that hadn't had time to grow claws. It was as useless and weak as all cubs, but already had a different potential and future.
Su Xitang declined to comment on the memories that suddenly emerged, but drank the mellow wine in one sip.
However, no matter how rich and mellow the juice was, it couldn't add even half of the blood to this pale man.
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Wow, wow, wow.
Su An looked down at his white hands soaked in the water under the faucet, and entered the tenth minute of a daze.
He has always had such a small habit that can be regarded as a quirk. Whenever he is nervous, he likes to wash his hands. After washing his hands for a long time, he will calm down inexplicably when watching the water slide across his skin and feeling the coolness.
It was not easy enough to enter the entertainment industry in the previous life. Although I changed my skin in this life, would I be able to make my thorny road smoother? Su An didn't know. So he was nervous.
Su An exhaled deeply, turned off the faucet, wiped his hands clean with a tissue, and turned around to get out of the bathroom.
In the compartment behind him, there was a yelling voice, soft and waxy, as soft as a little sheep.
"That... Is there anyone out there?"
Su An raised his eyebrows and agreed, "Is there anything I can help?" He immediately added, "Is there no paper in your cubicle?"
The person in the cubicle paused for a while before responding in a visibly embarrassing tone: "... Yes, can you get some paper for me, thank you."
Sure enough, it was this stubborn stalk.
Su An went directly to the next door, drew some paper and squatted down and passed the paper through the gap in the partition.
Immediately there was a hand to take his paper towel, soft and tender skin touch.
"Thank you..." the person in the cubicle said gratitude again.
At least he didn't let him receive a tuoxiang, it was already a comedy on earth, Su An thought boredly. After saying that it was okay, he walked directly out of the bathroom.
After waiting for another half an hour, many interviewees have already started playing with their phones boringly.
Su An sat quietly in his seat, observing everyone.
April 20th is the day when Mars Entertainment recruits new recruits in the spring. Because Mars is half of the world in the entertainment industry, there are more than 100 people lined up outside the interview hall. And what is really amazing is that the young people who came for the interview are all handsome men and beautiful women, all of them are good-looking, and even temperamental are different from ordinary people, and there are even many boys. Su An considers himself his own skin. They are incomparable.
However, Su An believes that as long as he has seen the pale ghostly man named Su Xitang, everyone will be like him. They don’t think there is anything eye-catching about these nice-looking young people around him. To put it plainly, it’s just plain. It is the difference between cloud and mud.
The memories in his mind told him that the 20-year-old Su Xitang took in him who was an orphan at the age of 6, and his 26-year-old soul was housed in this 19-year-old body, so Su Xitang is actually 33 years old this year. However, the Su Xitang that Su An saw when he was reborn was like a vampire with a cold body, always retaining his youthful appearance in his twenties.
Su An frowned suddenly, not happy about the sudden thought of his nominal foster father.
Anyway, I won't see each other again, and that person was too happy to leave his son in love, and everyone was very happy.
Su An exhaled.
The door of the interview hall was suddenly opened.
The interviewers waiting outside the door all raised their heads. They saw a slender figure coming out, probably because the boy was too white and tender and looked like a sheep who was cowering and frightened. The sheep-like teenager faced the strangers who lined up outside the door and looked at him blankly. After holding back for a while, he mustered the courage to speak: "That... The interviewer asked me to find an interviewer to cooperate. You... Someone is willing to help. Help me?"
no respond.
Just kidding, everyone who comes to the interview has prepared their own unique skills. How can they allow themselves to appear in front of the interviewer as a foil image? Maybe they have to show topics that they are not familiar with. They are here to be stars. He didn't come to be a bodhisattva to save sentient beings.
Su An raised his head slightly and looked at the boy in front of the door who was nervous and desperate.
He recognized the boy's voice as the boy in the toilet who asked him to hand over toilet paper.
Su An looked at the boy who looked like some kind of docile and cute creature in front of him, and suddenly a faint electric current passed through his heart.
If you put it in his previous life, he would definitely have the mentality of doing more than doing less, regardless of it. However, if he wants to make his life different in this life, doesn't he have to do things that he wouldn't do in his previous life
Han Jiabi finally gave up a little after waiting for half a minute but no one responded.
I went back and said to the strange person that I didn't find anyone to help, and then I got the sentence "Thank you for coming to the interview, we will call you the result of the interview." In the end, I was rejected outside the gate of Mars.
Obviously the previous interview was so successful, and several interviewers were so satisfied with their singing, but an uncle came out halfway to make such a difficult request.
Han Jiabi pursed his lips, released his hand holding the doorknob tightly, lowered his head and prepared to return to the interview hall.
"—I'll go with you." A male voice suddenly sounded.
This is not the one who handed me paper in the bathroom before—
Han Jiabi widened his eyes and watched a young boy who was in the corner stood up and walked towards him.
"What is the topic of cooperation?"
At the moment when Han Jiabi was still stunned, the boy in front of him had already asked.
"No, I didn't say..." Han Jiabi said only then.
The boy frowned, but suddenly his calm face calmed down, "Then go in."
Sitting on the interviewer’s desk, Bjork flicked his legs boringly, watching the boy at the door have been silent, and finally started to feel a little irritable, but thinking about the voice of the teenager, he abruptly endured it and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. I'm ready to take one out and grab it.
"Deputy Director, you are not allowed to smoke during the interview, or you..." The interviewer who was blocked by Bjork behind his desk did not have the slightest anger. The flattering smile opened his mouth carefully.
Bjork looked down at the cigarette at his fingertips, a violent flash in his eyes, and then dropped the cigarette on the table with an annoyed look, and immediately an interviewer put the cigarette in the drawer like a small assistant.
Then, the teenager at the door finally turned around and walked back, followed by a young boy who walked in a graceful manner and did not forget to close the door of the interview hall.
The Deputy Director of Artists in the Greater China Region of Mars Entertainment Group sat on the desk without any image, and looked at the two young boys walking towards him inexplicably with his legs crossed.
He has just seen Han Jiabi, with a soft-line appearance like a newborn lamb, regardless of men, women and children, looking like it, but his voice is very different from his weak appearance.
And the young man walking behind Han Jiabi, with a long figure, fair skin, smoky hair color, and delicate facial features, is a top-notch man on the street. Bjork, who has seen countless artists, does not seem to be so amazing. It's just that his lips are thin and pink, and his bangs are dazzling, and his round eyes suddenly rise from the corners of his eyes, appearing extremely lazy and even charming. It looked like a cat, and the boy squinted his eyes when he saw him, and he looked like a young leopard.
Bjork looked condescendingly at the two people in front of him, and said coldly, "...what's your name?"
Su An raised his head slightly and looked at the middle-aged man who was sitting in front of him with a beard and scumbag.
He didn't know Su An, but Su An knew him. When he was called Su An before he was reborn, he was a down-and-out third-rate actor.
The other deeds of this person may not be well-known, but just by bringing out an artist, he became the director of the artist management department of Mars Entertainment Greater China, because that artist is the emperor and the actor is the king of music. The emperor of the entertainment industry that has never been seen before.
That person is Zhang Liubai, and he has become an undisputed icon of the time in the entertainment industry at the age of 26.
After sending Zhang Liubai to the top, this mysterious man who only knew the English name Bjork from Hong Kong dismissed his position as Zhang Liubai’s agent, and at the same time gave him the position of director, and went to the United States with the position of deputy director. Said to go to the headquarters to study further.
Now he returned to China and was still on the interview site where Mars was recruiting new people.
The opportunity is here. This was Su An's first reaction to seeing Bjork. Sure enough, do things that I didn't dare to do before will bring luck
"Good afternoon, interviewers, my name is Su An, a native of City A, and I am 19 years old this year."
An assistant immediately turned out Su An's resume and handed it directly to the middle-aged man sitting on the desk, knowing the current affairs.
Bjork glanced down casually, and looked at the calm cat-eyed boy with a smile but a smile: "...Is his specialty in acting?"
"Yes." The boy replied succinctly.
Then he threw his resume on the table, Bjork hit Hatch and said lazily: "Then you sing a song with him."