The girl turned her head and found that it was the young agent who had appeared yesterday standing in the doorway, and the tears that had just been stopped were almost coming out of her eyes. Since her throat was poisoned and hoarse, the girl didn't know how many similar situations she had experienced, but every time she had to face it alone, and no one had ever been by her side to ask what had happened.

This agent hasn't given up yet, a hint of surprise flashed in the girl's heart, she thought that the sentence in the other party's mouth would come to see her just casually, but she didn't expect it to come today.

Perhaps, it's because he doesn't have a lot of experience, the corner of the girl's mouth showed a faint smile, judging from the other party's age, she is only in her early twenties, and she must be an agent who has just entered the industry, so she will waste time on herself who has no value. If you are a veteran in the industry, I am afraid that you will hunt for the next target a long time ago.

The girl motioned for Lin Yu to walk in, there was no room occupied by a large number of dolls, and the girl quickly helped him find an empty seat. She still wrote a sentence on a blank piece of paper, "Just now, I lost my job again." ”

When the girl handed over the paper, Lin Yu saw that her face was a light and breezy expression, and after seeing the words on it clearly, Lin Yu couldn't help but feel a little touched in his heart. He guessed that the girl's sadness must have something to do with the dolls, and that such a job, although it was nothing, was the only source of income for the girl to maintain her daily life, and it was certainly not the first time she had experienced such a thing.

Looking at the strong smile on the girl's face, Lin Yu wanted to give her a hug, but the impulse in his heart was quickly restrained, Lin Yu didn't want the girl to cause more misunderstandings about himself.

"It's okay if this job is gone, from today onwards, you can re-pursue your music dreams," Lin Yu crumpled the paper in his hand and threw it aside, as if he wanted to discard the girl's dark life.

The girl's eyes widened slightly, and the other party's words actually meant to sign herself as a singer, and after listening to her own voice. Of course the girl wants to do this, and she often sees herself singing on stage again in her dreams, but how can she sing beautiful songs? This agent is really not deeply involved in the world, and he actually wants to sign a singer like himself who can't sing.

The girl shook her head slightly, "I can't sing anymore, thank you for your kindness." ”

Lin Yu knew that the girl must have not made a sound since last night, so she didn't know that her voice was actually better. Lin Yu fully believed in his Grim Reaper's ability, and the problems that modern medicine could not solve were nothing in front of him, the Grim Reaper. Last night, Lin Yu covered the girl's neck with his palm for ten minutes, and the girl slept more peacefully because of the warm current from death.

"Perhaps, your throat has healed and completely returned to its previous appearance," Lin Yu tried to encourage, he had no way to tell the other party that he had sneaked into her room last night and healed all the physical wounds on her vocal cords.

The corners of the girl's mouth maintained a slightly upturned smile, and from the outside, she looked like an elf who had fallen into the mortal world, impeccably beautiful and spotlessly pure. No one could have guessed that there was such a tragedy hidden under her appearance. The voice automatically returned, the girl had fantasized before, and even yesterday she was expecting a complete change as soon as she spoke. But in the end, it was like a bucket of ice water that woke her up from head to toe, and it was impossible for the girl to rekindle hope today.

"Impossible, my voice, didn't you hear it yesterday?" the girl wrote on another piece of paper, and her heart suddenly became a little angry, did this young man in front of her come to see her jokes, why did he always say something inconsequential.

By now, the girl's mood had almost calmed down, and she felt that it was time for her to go out and find her next job. It's best to have a part-time job like sewing dolls, but if you can't find it, you can work as a dishwasher in a restaurant. The dishwasher only needs to stay in the kitchen and not have to go outside to receive customers, so that he can avoid a lot of embarrassment.

There was a send-off in the girl's eyes, she felt that there was no need to continue wasting time with this agent, and the girl even had the idea of getting up from her seat. But at this moment, she heard the other party say something meaningful, "After waking up today, you didn't feel your voice, is it different from before?"

This sentence made the girl's heart flutter, indeed, the moment she was awakened by the knock on the door, although everything came too suddenly, the girl still felt the change in her voice. Because of the severe burns caused by the strong poison on her vocal cords, even after more than ten years, the girl could still feel a lingering burning sensation in her throat, and she herself could not figure out whether this feeling was real or imaginary. Anyway, the girl must have a large glass of cold water around her activities, and she must take a sip every now and then to relieve the discomfort in her throat. Every time a mouthful of cold water flowed down her throat, the girl had a feeling that the red-hot charcoal was being poured out.

But today, the burning sensation suddenly disappeared. In exchange for a sense of gentleness, as if there was an invisible hand soothing those pains, gradually, this mildness was gone, and the girl began to feel the presence of her voice.

She hadn't felt this way for a long time, because this was what a normal person should feel, and as long as there was no pain, no one would feel their throat in particular. It's like everyone opens their eyes and the first thing they see is their nose, but almost everyone ignores it.

The girl didn't know what this feeling meant, whether it was the after-effects of the poison that had disappeared, or if she had just stopped imagining it, but she never associated the change with her voice getting better.

She suddenly remembered the nightmare she had had yesterday, when the agent appeared silently in her room, wearing a round black hat that looked like both a god and a ghost. In the dream, he seemed to have done something to himself, and the feeling was difficult to express in words, and he was so immersed in it that he missed the time to make the delivery.

The girl subconsciously touched her neck with her fingers, her palms sweated slightly, and a strong expectation rose in her heart.

At this time, the girl heard the agent say to herself, "Why don't you try again and say a word?"