On this trip home, Mi Sheng almost gave Mi Jie his old capital, which caused him to tighten his belt for the next few months. In addition to paying wages to a few idiots in the studio, Mi Sheng couldn't even pay the rent for a while.
During the summer, he lived directly in the studio.
It is said to be a studio, but it is actually very small, on the second floor of the "Rainbow" bar. "Rainbow Color" is a gay bar. Mi Sheng and the owner Jo have been friends for many years. Jo rented a room on the second floor to Mi Sheng at a very cheap price. In return, Mi Sheng would help him sit in the store in his spare time. Because of his outstanding appearance, Mi Sheng is well-known in the circle, and "Rainbow" has people who come to see him every day.
On a midsummer night, Mi Sheng was drinking at the bar, and a few people came to strike up a conversation. Mi Sheng was not in the mood to deal with it, but he couldn't show the guests a look, so he shied away from feeling unwell and left. The bar closed in the early morning, Mi Sheng went downstairs again, and Jo was wiping the glass.
Without the deafening music, "Rainbow" is just as chaotic as any other storefront just proofed.
"Pour me a glass of wine... No foreign wine, beer." Mi Sheng sat in front of the bar.
Jo, five years older than Mi Sheng, was thirty-two, with thick-rimmed glasses and a moustache. Although Misheng asked for beer, Jo poured him a small half glass of red wine.
"Don't drink beer at this time, it's not your money."
Knowing that Jo was joking with him, Mi Sheng twitched the corner of his mouth symbolically.
Jo looked at Mi Sheng, "Are you losing weight again?"
"I don't know, I haven't weighed it."
"I must have lost weight again. The bones in my shoulders are so obvious."
When Mi Sheng heard this, he turned his head to look at his shoulder, and found that he couldn't see clearly, so he turned to the glass mirror in the bar. The man in the mirror was wearing a white half-sleeved shirt, and his face was pale. He looked at his eyebrows, like looking at a stranger, and finally picked up a strand of hair on his forehead and murmured, "It seems a little long..."
Jo said, "You're under too much pressure."
Mi Sheng: "Is there?"
Jo: "How is Uncle's illness?"
Mi Zhenguo's illness became serious in the summer and has been admitted to the hospital. Mi Zhenguo suffers from severe liver disease and other complications. The expenses are like running water and bottomless pit. The illness has emptied all the family's savings. A few days ago, Mi Sheng met Mi Jie and learned that she had sold another house in the family to pay for the surgery. The house is also some years old. Originally, Mi Zhenguo left it to Mi Sheng to marry his wife. Later, Mi Sheng fell out with the family, and the house was given to Mi Jie.
In order to cut expenses, Mi Sheng fired more than half of the people in the studio, and now there are only three people left including him.
He raised his head, suffocated the rest of the wine in one gulp, and dropped the glass on the bar. Mi Sheng inserted his right hand into the soft hair, and rested his head on his arm.
Jo looked at him like this and said, "You're in such a hurry? How much money are you missing, or how about I help you find a way and find someone to put it together?"
"No need." Mi Sheng said lazily after drinking, "I haven't paid off what I owe you before." As for borrowing money from others, it's even more impossible. Strangers who are willing to lend him money are all for him. Demand above money, and endlessly asking for a little favor, Mi Sheng would rather do business with a clear price.
At this moment the door of the bar opened and an unexpected guest entered.
"Oh, rare guest, Director Gao, what wind is blowing you." Jo smiled at the approaching person.
Gao Xiwen was wearing normal clothes, flip-flops on his feet, his hair was not washed, and his beard was unshaven. He also often comes to Jo's store, but because he is a public figure and has a special identity, he basically only comes after closing.
"I just woke up, and I remembered something and came here. Let's have a glass of wine." Gao Xiwen clapped his hands when he saw Mi Sheng, "You're here, it's just right."
Mi Sheng squinted, Gao Xiwen said, "I'm here to find you."
Mi Sheng lit a cigarette.
Gao Xiwen looked at him from head to toe, "Are you losing weight?"
Jo said aside, "Did you see that too?"
Gao Xiwen's eyes greedily scanned Mi Sheng's body. Mi Sheng's skeleton is good-looking, and he has a unique taste when he is thin.
Gao Xiwen said softly: "Putting you on the screen will definitely drive the little girl crazy now."
Mi Sheng sneered, this laugh made Gao Xiwen return to his senses and remembered Mi Sheng's past experience.
"What a pity."
Mi Sheng flicked the cigarette ash and squinted.
"You came here to say this?"
"of course not."
Jo served the wine prepared for Gao Xiwen, Gao Xiwen squeezed the handle of the cup and asked, "Have you had a job recently?"
Mi Sheng: "No, you have a job to introduce to me, I'm short of money."
Gao Xiwen: "Remember Huang Producer?"
When Mi Sheng heard the name, his back tensed reflexively.
Gao Xiwen smiled and said, "Oh, the cat's tail is standing up."
Mi Sheng narrowed his eyes.
Gao Xiwen: "I just mention it routinely, forget it if you don't want to."
He really just mentioned it, and after that, he chatted with Jo about gossip, drank two or three glasses of wine, and was ready to go back.
Mi Sheng stopped him.
"Can you be more specific, what scale of the project?"
Gao Xiwen drank wine, his face was a little red, and he looked a little festive. "Producer Huang's projects are definitely big productions. They are different from third-rate directors like me. Speaking of which, they have high requirements for the modeling team, and your qualifications are far behind. But Producer Huang has a good impression on you. I want to take you with me when I get a chance." He saw that Mi Sheng was a little hesitant, and said, "You like this kind of thing, everyone is a reasonable person, and if you don't want it, they won't force you. "
Mi Sheng frowned. The night before, the seemingly gentle Huang Producer was so ruthless that his back still hurts when he thinks about it.
Gao Xiwen said: "It seems that the shadow is very big."
Mi Sheng lit another cigarette and said in a low voice, "I'm not from their circle. It's not pleasant to do that kind of thing." He looked at Gao Xiwen, "I know a few M who are not bad looking. Is it okay to introduce the past? You tell him, this kind of thing has his own needs and he can feel it when he plays."
"Don't." Gao Xiwen refused without thinking. "If someone with an unknown origin gets into trouble, no one can explain it. If you don't want to, forget it, I'll just say it."
Gao Xiwen turned around to leave, and when he had already reached the door, Mi Sheng made up his mind and threw the cigarette out in the ashtray.
"Hey!"
One night at the end of the month, Mi Sheng came to a local high-end hotel. He went straight upstairs through the lobby and went to the agreed room.
Producer Huang was sitting on the sofa, holding the project script in his hand, and annotating while flipping through it.
Mi Sheng greeted with a smile, "Producer Huang, long time no see."
Producer Huang raised his eyes, looked at him for a while, and said with admiration: "People say 'beauty is not in the skin', and when you see it, you will know that this is very reasonable."
"You flatter me."
Mi Sheng specially chose the cheapest clothes to wear, because he knew that it would be torn anyway. Producer Huang is 47 or 8 this year, dressed as a scholar. However, there are hidden hobbies under this gentle skin. Mi Sheng has nothing to say about this. In the ten years since he was kicked out of the house at the age of seventeen, he has seen too many strange people.
Producer Huang: "Gao Xiwen always mentioned you to me, saying that your conditions were very good back then."
Mi Sheng said helplessly: "When did this happen?"
Producer Huang: "Why are you so unthinking and openly coming out of the closet?"
Mi Sheng: "Young and ignorant."
Producer Huang: "Who told you to sit down?"
Mi Sheng raised his eyes.
The routine greetings and greetings are not over yet, and the eyes behind the yellow film lenses are already cold. Mi Sheng sighed in his heart and got up from the sofa.
Producer Huang: "I got you up?"
Mi Sheng maintained a half-standing posture, a little embarrassed, and he could probably guess what Producer Huang was going to say next.
"Kneel down."
really.
Mi Sheng glanced at his watch. At half past ten, he didn't know what state he would be in four hours later.
In fact, Mi Sheng didn't last for four hours before he died. Recently, he was under a lot of psychological pressure because of his father's affairs. He had insomnia for half a month in a row, and his body couldn't last long in this state. Mi Sheng fainted in the middle of the journey. When he woke up in the early morning, he was lying on the bed without a trace, and Producer Huang had disappeared.
Mi Sheng moved, and the place where he was bound last night left a deep red mark, which made him bared his teeth in pain.
"...Can anyone really fuck up because of this orgasm?" Mi Sheng didn't care about his wounds, so he went to get his mobile phone to call Gao Xiwen and told him that he had fainted accidentally last night.
Gao Xiwen: "Isn't it, so fierce?"
Mi Sheng had no intention of joking, "Apologize for me."
"Okay, don't worry." Gao Xiwen hung up the phone with a smirk.
Mi Sheng went down to change his clothes carefully, and halfway through his clothes, the pain was unbearable. He leaned against the edge of the bed and rubbed against the window, opened the thick curtain, and sat down against the bay window. The sun was rising outside the window, and it was vast. Mi Sheng looked at it and hugged his knees. Although there was no one in the room, he covered his face with the curtain, and the slender shoulders under the curtain trembled slightly.
The phone vibrated, Mi Sheng thought it was Gao Xiwen, but he didn't expect it was Chen Xingze.
-You should be resting at this time, I don't want to disturb you, but I really have no one to discuss. I lost sleep last night, and Lu Hao confessed to me, what should I do
Mi Sheng sneered in tears, and Chen Xingze's second text message came over.
- He is straight, will we have a result
Mi Sheng answered him simply.
-Won't.
Chen Xingze's news came faster.
- Why did you wake up so early, do you think there will be no results, and there are no successful cases around you
-No.
—Okay, I'll think about it. By the way, how are you and your boyfriend? You said last time that he was going to celebrate your birthday. Is there any special surprise
Mi Sheng was speechless, the wound on his body kept hurting, as if he was madly laughing at him. He has absolutely no desire to continue to deceive himself and act. The more he compiles those beautiful fantasies, the more miserable he will appear now.
-separated.
Chen Xingze's text message this time paused for a while.
-why
-No reason.
- Why in the end
"Why why... so many why!" Mi Sheng shouted as if Chen Xingze was right in front of him facing the phone. He pressed the screen hard.
-Because of being sick, because there is no money to treat, because people like us will not have any good results. You stop daydreaming and don't contact me again.
After he sent the text message, he had the urge to drop the phone, but when he thought of spending money to buy a new one, he resisted it. Chen Xingze's text message came in again, Mi Sheng didn't even read it, and turned off the phone.