In order to prepare for variety shows, Hua Xiang has been strictly controlling his body shape during this time. After all, in outdoor variety shows, the male guest will always get wet and undressed, and the manager has to give him a character design, not allowing him to reveal loose fat after undressing, and requiring him to train his abdominal muscles, arm muscles and back muscles.
For this reason, Hua Xiang worked desperately, and finally met the requirements before the recording of the program. After the recording of the first episode of the program, because Hua Xiang was born with a sense of variety, the program also showed that besides the wayward little prince, he was offline. On the nonsensical side, the program team is very satisfied with him.
Manager Sister Zhang watched the rough-cut samples, and nodded to him with satisfaction, saying that once the show came out, it would definitely clear up his previous dark spots in character and attract countless fans.
Hua Xiang laughed: "White the black spots of my personality? Isn't this so-called 'black spot' a 'true temperament' character design that you packaged for me?"
Sister Zhang saw that the spikes all over his body were sticking out again and again, and beat him sharply: "If you keep this attitude, you don't even want to sing the theme song of this show."
"I didn't want to sing in the first place." Hua Xiang frowned, "Didn't it mean that another male guest was scheduled to sing? I stopped halfway to figure out what's going on?"
"Who made him act like a piece of wood on the show, and the economic company is not strong enough?" Sister Zhang said nonchalantly, "It's my ability to cut off bullshit, and it's also your ability. Don't think about it, this is from the imperial court. Variety shows, the theme song is a good opportunity to show your face."
"..."
In fact, what Sister Zhang said is correct, it is too common for the entertainment industry to steal scenes from each other, but there are not many cases that come out, and they are usually resolved in private. Especially for artists who follow the same route, there are only so many resources, either you or me, and it is inevitable to compete with each other.
Although Hua Xiang is so popular now, he will be intercepted five, six, seven or eight times in a year.
In the end, no one expected that this job that was cut off would cause such a big trouble for Hua Xiang.
The other male guest is actually a popular little fresh meat, but compared with Hua Xiang, the degree of popularity is lower. However, Huaxiang is black and red, and others are pink. The style is much different, and the popularity of passers-by is also much worse. Hua Xiang, who was full of tricks and tricks all over his body, overwhelmed the limelight on other people's shows, and was robbed of such a great opportunity to show his face outside the show. It would be strange if he could swallow this breath.
It was the unlucky "Pineapple Daily" that first revealed the "love and hatred between the little fresh meats". When questioning Hua Xiang's sexuality last time, it posted an ambiguous photo. In this report, except for "it is said" it is "heard", it is completely speculative, but the effect caused is much more sensational than last time.
That's right, playing big names, stealing shows, cutting off bullshit, bullying newcomers, disrespecting female partners, and confronting male guests in the same group... This is the lawless and willful boy that everyone is familiar with.
Sister Zhang immediately contacted the Navy for emergency public relations. First, she issued an announcement saying that all the accusations were unwarranted. Hua Xiang got the opportunity after signing the contract seriously. There were also fans watching the show when the show was doing outdoor events. Hua Xiang's performance is obvious to all. Hua Xiang's fans also spontaneously controlled the venue to clean up the comments, but there were too many passers-by and spectators who couldn't hold back to watch the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, they swarmed up to curse.
There are also some young fans who have been completely brainwashed by inexplicable evidence, crying and saying that they want to take off their fans.
"I have always been a double burden. How much money I spent on Hua Xiang, I called xx... I didn't expect Hua Xiang to be such a person in private. I can't fall in love anymore, and the surrounding area is burned."
"Actually, I have no objection to Hua Xiang's character. After chasing him all the way, old fans know what kind of person he is. It's just that I can't accept that Hua Xiang has been filming commercials and TV series for so many years. He is clearly a singer, but now he sings instead. It’s become a side project, the theme song this time is too ugly, and it’s obviously regressed, and it’s turned off after 30 seconds of persistence.”
"Regression is obvious + 1, leave a sentence before you lose your fan, I hope Hua Xiang can focus on his job, your peak is indeed "Mandarin Duck Error". I love you deeply and I hope you can correct it."
"Regression?... Uh, let me say something with the lid on the pot, didn't he sing like this before, but the brainless fans were blinded by his face before. I was young at the time, and I felt that such a little brother was so confident. Only then did I realize that a man can't be like Hua Xiang, who has no basic morals in his appearance."
Hua Xiang's Weibo account was confiscated, so he re-registered a small account to watch and comment on his Weibo.
He knew he shouldn't be looking, but he couldn't control his hands.
There was a scuffle under Weibo, and every time it was refreshed, new unsightly remarks emerged.
In fact, Hua Xiang doesn't really care about what those passers-by and Heizi's comments say. He sees this point very clearly. You can't make everyone like you in life.
But... the messages from those former fans pierced Hua Xiang's heart hard.
The most hurtful words are never from the spectators, but from the friends who stand by.
It is said that high mountains and flowing waters can find a bosom friend. Huaxiang has been in the circle for so many years, but he has never been able to treat fans as symbols representing money. He knows it is naive—but he really regards these people who listen to his singing as friends on another level .
When Hua Xiang was an artist since he was a child, his masters and brothers all patted his hands and warned him, never let the audience take you for a fool. When you show your singing voice, the audience can understand how much hardship you have put in and how much emotion you have poured into the stage. of.
Singing is never a matter of skill. You must first move yourself before you can move others.
For Hua Xiang, every song he sings is to open his heart and inject emotion into his singing. Sometimes, he felt that he was too involved. He opened up his heart and showed everything about himself to everyone, hoping to get the audience's approval.
For an artist who has to accept countless noises from the outside world every day, this is too tiring and too dangerous. He shows the most vulnerable and defenseless places to everyone. But he enjoys this kind of singing process without distracting thoughts, and he is happy with it.
After this kind of unreserved dedication, if he gets a full house, he will be excited.
But if he gets booed, then he...
... That night, the living room of Hua Xiang's house was brightly lit all night.
Li Weixi got up at night and was surprised to find that the lights in the house next door were still on.
Look at the watch, it's already four o'clock in the morning.
If there is a mirror in front of Li Weixi now, he will find that his brows are tightly locked and his face is full of worry.
He also heard rumors on the Internet, but those were all hype by marketing accounts, and there was no real evidence at all. And even if Hua Xiang really steals the show and cuts off the bull, he still thinks it is normal. This kind of thing is more common in the business circle. In the face of real money, everyone relies on their own abilities. Blame yourself for being inferior to others, not blame others for being superior.
But the entertainment industry is different after all, there are too many people pointing behind the stars.
Li Weixi didn't hesitate much, put on his coat, and walked out of the house quietly in the night.
He came to Huaxiang's door, knocked on the door, and the door opened in response to the sound, and a fluffy dog's head emerged from the crack of the door, stretching out its long tongue enthusiastically to lick him.
This time it was the beef noodle dog who opened the door again.
Mr. Li pushed away the beef noodles, and under the aggrieved gaze of the dog, changed his shoes and walked into Hua Xiang's house.
However, there was no Hua Xiang in the brightly lit room, not in the living room, in the bathroom, in the bedroom, in the game room, in the gym... only one room had a closed door, and there was a faint sound coming from the crack in the door.
This room faces the sun and is airy. It was used as a study in Li Weixi's room, so I don't know what it is used for in Hua Xiang's place.
Li Weixi was worried that something would happen to Hua Xiang in the house, so he knocked on the door and shouted his name loudly.
Unexpectedly, the door was only ajar, Li Weixi exerted a little force, and the door slid open gently.
There was a small lamp in the room, Li Weixi took advantage of the dim light to visit here, and found that this room was Hua Xiang's vocal practice room, surrounded by soundproof materials, and the decoration was more professional and more professional than his previous room. Be luxurious.
Against the wall is a row of cabinets. These cabinets should have been moved from Hua Xiang's previous room. Li Weixi had seen them four years ago. But he never opened the cabinet to see what was in it.
Now, he finally saw it.
In the cabinet, there are all Huaxiang's collection of Huadan costumes and antique heads, which are dazzling and shining brightly under the light.
And Hua Xiang was sitting in the closet, with his head hanging down, his long hair was tied by a delicate hairpin, decorated with tinkling colorful jade beads, but these small beads were frozen in the air, motionless .
Li Weixi's heart tightened, and he stepped forward quickly, calling softly, "Hua Xiang... are you okay?"
It wasn't until the light in front of him was blocked that Hua Xiang belatedly let out an "ah" and raised his head to look at Li Weixi in confusion.
His eyes were swollen like peaches, and his face was mottled with tears and had completely dried up.
Li Weixi had only seen Hua Xiang cry once, but this was the second time. The pain and pity rising from the center of his chest made Li Weixi unable to ignore it at all.
"... why are you crying?"
"Ah? Dad, I'm crying?" Hua Xiang subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face, and when his hand touched his eyes, his whole body trembled with pain.
He was so stupid that he didn't even know that he was crying.
There was a mirror on the door of the closet, and Hua Xiang looked in the mirror, only to find that his body was full of despair, and he was even more embarrassed than when he picked up beef noodles on a rainy day.
He crawled out of the closet, wiped his eyes indiscriminately, and shivered in pain again.
"It's okay." His voice was hoarse, but his tone was relaxed, "I've been dissed a lot, and I didn't think about it for a while. Now that I'm done crying, I won't worry about those bad reviews."
Li Weixi asked back: "Are you really not thinking about it?"
"I really don't..." Before he finished speaking, Hua Xiang thought his eyes had been dry, and two more tears rolled down his eyes.
His mother also wanted to be tougher, but the tears wouldn't listen to him!
See how he looks ashamed in front of Mr. Li, is he still a bit manly? ! ! Damn, a few years ago because of the beef noodles, I cried into a dog in front of Mr. Li, but today because of my glassy heart, I actually cried into a fucking dog again...
Hua Xiang muttered and scolded himself, while roughly wiping away tears. Li Weixi couldn't see him humiliating his face like this, so he immediately reached out and grabbed his wrist, making him unable to move.
Hua Xiang was pulled by the dog leash, so he could only droop his tail, lower his head, and look at Li Weixi sleepily.
Li Weixi saw that his face was swollen from crying, he was not as handsome and sunny as usual, just like a bereaved dog.
Obviously before, he was still running around in the sun.
Li Weixi said: "I know you are under a lot of pressure. If you really can't get over this hurdle, then don't hold it in your heart. Talking to others is a good way to vent negative emotions."
Hua Xiang said awkwardly: "Who are you talking to? Telling my parents will only make them worry. My senior brother is so old, I can't bother him with my affairs. I don't want to talk to my manager. Her pain will only be treated as a public relations matter by her." He looked at Li Weixi expectantly, "Mr. Li... can I tell you?"
Li Weixi was dumb, and after being silent for a while, he shook his head slightly: "Although I am happy to share your worries, I am not a professional after all. In fact, I suggest you see a psychiatrist, they will help you resolve it."
"Of course I've seen it!" Hua Xiang raised his voice, feeling even more aggrieved.
He is still rational, and he knows that his condition is not right. Most of the entertainment circles are depressed patients. He is afraid that if he develops, it will become more and more serious, so he hastened to the most famous Anding Hospital in the city to register as an expert in the psychological counseling department. For this reason, he specially chose the hospital to go to when he was about to get off work, and covered his whole body tightly. Fortunately, patients with persecution delusions are not uncommon in Anding Hospital, and there are many people who dress more exaggeratedly than him, so he didn't get much attention.
After entering the consulting room, Hua Xiang only took off his sunglasses. Fortunately, the old expert was quite old and didn't know that the person seeking help was a popular idol, so he calmly listened to Hua Xiang's description of his inner problems.
After Hua Xiang finished speaking, he looked at him eagerly, and asked eagerly, "Doctor, me, do I have depression... I heard that there is a set of test questions."
"You don't need to do it, you haven't developed depression yet." The old doctor is well-informed, "During the low tide, everyone will have a dead end. You can only survive this time by yourself."
"But I didn't have a low tide before... I was happy every day, happy in everything I did."
"That's because you were young at the time, but now that you've grown up, you have more worries and troubles."
In the end, the old doctor recommended several easy-to-understand psychology books to Hua Xiang, but Hua Xiang was annoyed by reading the words, so he bought it, and fell asleep after reading a few pages.
Hua Xiang dug up this experience and told Li Weixi, and he actually cried his mother again while talking.
"I'm so angry, I'm so angry!" Hua Xiang cursed angrily, "I cried so sadly in front of him, yet his expression didn't fluctuate, and he didn't have any sympathy at all!!!"
Li Weixi said helplessly: "The psychiatrist must remain absolutely neutral and calm. If he is led away by the patient's emotions, it will be too unprofessional."
But for Hua Xiang, who was eager to find someone to confide in, he let go of all his defenses, crying tears and nose, but the doctor was cold and unwavering. Not only did this not give him any comfort, but it made him feel even more uncomfortable.
Sometimes, people pour out their troubles not to get "rational analysis", but just need a "loving hug".
Li Weixi looked at Hua Xiang's eyes swollen from crying, and asked him softly, "Then what exactly do you want to hear?"
Hua Xiang slumped his shoulders, and his mind was confused: "Actually, I don't know... Maybe I just want to hear someone praise me and say that I have done a great job in the past few years..."
As soon as his words fell, Li Weixi had already opened his arms and embraced him.
Just like four years ago, the man wrapped his arms around his neck, put one hand on his back, and the other ran through his smooth black hair, pressing him tightly on his shoulder.
Hua Xiang was put in Li Weixi's arms in a daze.
In the ear, Li Weixi coaxed in a low voice: "Good boy. It's already great that you can persist until now."
…
One day before get off work, a sneaky patient was once again ushered in in the expert consultation room of the Psychological Consultation Department of Anding Hospital.
The old expert was very impressed with this patient. After all, it is not common for a man who is about 1.8 meters to cry into a puddle of mud.
The old expert lowered his head slightly, looking at the patient inquisitively from behind the presbyopic lenses.
"What's wrong with you this time? Or did you say that you are under too much pressure and too much negative news? In fact, our department is responsible for the diagnosis of psychological diseases. If you need psychological counseling, I suggest you find a professional psychological counselor."
"No... no." The popular little fresh meat shook his head.
"So what's the problem this time?"
"It's like this..." Little Fresh Meat said amiably, "I was hugged by a 40-year-old man a few days ago, he is not an old man anymore, he actually looks quite young... But the point is not this …”
"What's the point?" The old doctor was quite patient.
"Doctor, he hugged me until my dick was so hard, I dreamed of him every night, am I gay?"