Sui Yi didn't show up on purpose these few days. Wang Xu helped him apply for a vacation. The company reluctantly approved it for only one month, and the work that had been accepted had to be completed on time.
Sui Yi agreed. He still has a local commercial, an interview, and the last two episodes of a reality show that he didn’t record, so these few days he leaves early and returns late, wearing the stars and wearing the moon, and going back and forth between the city and Quanxi every day. squeeze.
Assistant Mi Jie watched him grow haggard day by day, and couldn't bear to say: "How about... I'll help you deliver flowers? Maybe I can say a few words for you."
Sui Yi pinched his brows and shook his head.
Pursuing this kind of thing, how can you fake someone else's hand
That night, after finishing work and returning to Quanxi, he saw that the flowers and recorder that he had placed on the windowsill in the morning were still there, but the lights in the room were dim. , The two were very close, and the man said very ambiguous words to Ning Lan before entering the door.
Fortunately, the man came out with his younger brother not long after he entered, otherwise Sui Yi himself would not have been able to guarantee that he would do anything impulsive.
Seeing that he was too tired to speak, Mi Jie planned to leave the dressing room for him to rest. Before going out, she warned, "If you need help, you must tell me."
Sui Yi stopped her: "Do you still have the Buddhist scripture you read last time? Send me a copy."
"Buddhist scriptures?" Mi Jie was puzzled, "Did you mean "Don't Be Anger"?"
"right."
Mi Jie gave him a thick book in her bag: "This is the original."
Turning to the first page, the first sentence of the preface is: A person who only gets angry is a fool.
He closed his eyes, exhaled the turbid breath in his chest, and reluctantly began to recite the scriptures as a "smart person" in order to maintain a peaceful mind.
What I'm going to record today is a talk show. This kind of show is fake when it talks about art and life, but it's true when it touches on the stars' private lives. Less than 20 minutes into the opening, the hostess changed the topic from acting to classical music. When the time was right, she asked without a trace, "Who influenced you to play the piano since you were a kid?"
Sui Yi: "I want to learn."
"I heard that your teacher is not only a famous violinist, but also your father's..."
The host hesitated to say anything, but Sui Yi couldn't see it through, and answered directly, "Legal spouse."
"That's it." The host looked suddenly enlightened, and then smiled, "Last time someone photographed you buying flowers and sending them back on Father's Day. There is a student like you who is as good and filial as your own son, teacher. Must be very happy."
Sui Yi knew what the host was thinking, and said, "Respecting teachers is a traditional virtue."
No information about the family was dug up, but the host was disappointed and switched the topic flexibly: "Speaking of the concert that just ended, the invited piano accompanist was Yang Ke, a famous female performer, and Ms. Yang never accepted this easily. The audience is very curious about how you invited her?"
"I promised to accompany her concert at the end of the year, and she just has a schedule."
"I heard that Ms. Yang's son, Mr. Ji, the actor, has a very close relationship with you..."
"Where did you hear about it?" Sui Yi asked the host, "Mr. Ji and I are ordinary friends who have worked together several times."
The host noticed his displeasure, but was unwilling to stop there: "Is that so... The song "Praise of Love" you collaborated with Mr. Ji is still talked about by people, to be honest, when I first listened to it I thought you two were at least best friends, more tacit understanding than those bound couples."
Sui Yi said: "Because that piece has a beautiful melody and is relatively simple, it can show a good effect after a little running-in."
The host opened the script and pretended to say: "I am a music blind who has done some homework. It is said that "A Praise of Love" was composed by the British composer Edward Elgar for his beloved fiancee, so I am curious for everyone. , what were you thinking when you played this piece?"
Sui Yi smiled: "Everyone knows that Teacher Ji has a deep relationship with his spouse and his wife. Isn't it kind of you to dig a hole for me to dance here?"
Although he is not good at facing this kind of situation, he has been in the circle for more than five years, and Sui Yi can still handle such a small situation.
This is the first time he has officially appeared on a talk show since his debut. The host didn't expect him to be so difficult to fool at such a young age.
It's not that Sui Yi is completely unreasonable, and he changed the conversation: "However, I can answer this question." He paused, his eyes soft, "When I played that piece, I was thinking of someone."
At the end of the program, Wang Xu almost fell to his knees in the background: "My eldest young master, are you trying to scare me to death so that I can be the master of the house? I have my sword in my hand, just waiting for you to say it. I immediately put my head on the producer's neck and threatened him to cut it off."
Sui Yi took the coffee that Mi Jie handed over, but didn't say a word.
If it wasn't for Ning Lan's current state, he really had the urge to just say it.
He wished that the whole world would know that Ning Lan was his, and no one would think of Ning Lan's idea.
Sui Yi sent Wang Xu and Mi Jie away, went down to the underground parking lot, and just stepped out of the elevator, when he met Fang Yu, who was recording the program in the studio next door, and Zhang Fan and An Lin who came with him.
Zhang Fan is good at leading singers, Fang Yu took over after her debut as a solo singer, and An Lin has been following him since her solo career.
Fang Yu was embarrassed when he saw Sui Yi, he took off his sunglasses and said strangely: "Yo, isn't this our captain? It turns out that big stars also come to such small studios to record shows?"
Sui Yi gave an "um" and said, "It's such a coincidence."
Every time the provocation was lifted by him so lightly, he punched the cotton, Fang Yu angrily passed him, and strode forward.
Zhang Fan and An Lin stopped to talk to Sui Yi.
"I heard that Ning Lan was found? An Lin and I are planning to find a time to see him." Zhang Fan said.
Sui Yi nodded: "But he's not in a good condition, and he doesn't want to be disturbed, you guys..."
Before he finished speaking, Fang Yu, who had already walked to the elevator entrance, turned back and sneered, "Don't be alarmist here, he just doesn't want to be disturbed by you."
On the way back to Quanxi, Sui Yi thought a lot and had to admit that what Fang Yu said was the truth.
The recorder that was placed on the windowsill on my birthday was still in its place the next day. He didn't know if Ning Lan had listened to it. If he had, why did he still react like that when he saw him in the next few days? The reaction was not shyness, but blatant rejection.
Sui Yi, like every brat who shows his affection to his sweetheart, is eager to get a response. He was afraid that he would be disgusted by his aggressive attack, and he was afraid that he would be taken away by the enemy if he did not move.
His Ning Lan is so good, he understands better than anyone what it's like to be attracted to him, and to be moved by his emotions.
Just thinking about it made him anxious, wanting to see Ning Lan, hugging him, kissing him, and wanting him to never leave his sight.
Sui Yi's hand holding the steering wheel gradually tightened.
But he can't. At least not now.
On the other side of the same time, in a hospital in the capital, Ning Lan was fidgeting on a bench outside the psychological consultation room.
It took less than five minutes for Lu Hao to go in. When he came out, his expression was natural. He made an appointment with the psychiatrist at the door for the next meal, and then took Ning Lan out.
On the way back, Ning Lan was hesitant to say anything, but he couldn't get around to the topic several times.
"Are there nails on the seat?"
"Ah?" Ning Lan turned her head blankly, "No."
Lu Hao smiled: "Just ask whatever you want, don't suffocate yourself."
Ning Lan hesitated for a moment, and finally made up her mind to ask, "Is my illness more serious?"
"What did the doctor tell you?"
"No, I… guessed."
"Don't guess, you're fine. The doctor said you're much more cheerful than the last time you came."
Ning Lan couldn't help but raise her tone: "Really?" After speaking, she had some doubts, and lowered her shoulders, "But..."
Lu Hao looked at him sideways: "But what?"
Ning Lan shook her head and pursed her lips.
Lu Hao could guess that it had something to do with the people who came to see him in Quanxi recently, especially the young man who was the tallest and the most frequent visitor.
In fact, he hid a lot of things and didn't tell Ning Lan. For example, he already knew who the young man was and what Ning Lan did. When he searched for Ning Lan's name, the piles of negative news that appeared on the screen were enough to prove how Ning Lan's psychological barrier came about.
However, it's not nearly there.
The psychiatrist told him that Ning Lan was hiding something he didn't want to say. No matter if he hit him from the front or from the side, he couldn't tell him anything.
Humans' instinct to seek advantage and avoid disadvantage determines that the more they are afraid of something, the more reluctant they are to face it, but if they don't face it, they can only live in that nightmare and consume themselves day by day.
Thinking of this, Lu Hao felt a little heavy. For some reason, he always felt that it had something to do with the young man. When they met for the first time, Ning Lan's evasive eyes and trembling body showed that the man had an unusual position in Ning Lan's heart.
Maybe he is the one who can unravel Ning Lan's heart.
Seeing Lu Hao frowning, Ning Lan thought he was unhappy, and asked him what he wanted to eat at night with a guilty conscience.
When Lu Hao turned to face him, there was a smile on his face again: "Don't you first see what the netizens want to see you do?"
Under the surveillance of Lu Hao, Ning Lan picked up his mobile phone and bit the bullet, and flipped through a few comments on her own Weibo. She happened to pass by the supermarket and got out of the car to buy some fresh ingredients.