Many years ago, at that time, Micah was still called Tian Lan.

Micah's favorite and most believing person sold him for money, and the Ye Lan of the year also became Su Lan.

For Su Lan: I have thought about separation many times, but I never thought that I would never meet again this time.

The old leaf is gone, and the old sky blue is gone.

Micah lived in a dimly lit basement, practicing singing, dancing and acting day and night, and if he didn't practice a movement well, he would be whipped and his flesh would be broken.

He couldn't see the sun, he couldn't smell the flowers, he couldn't see anyone other than those teachers, and even if he had the opportunity to appear on the stage later, he was lonely and small, and he was not favored and would always stand in the corner.

No one cares who he really is, no one cares if he's sad or not, and no one knows what is hidden behind the seemingly glamorous appearance.

"Why are you so stupid? We can't learn it, you're just a good-looking but useless vase. The dance teacher scolded and whipped the way, but Micah hadn't eaten for four days, so how could he have the strength to practice dancing.

"I'm sorry teacher, I'll try." Micah endured the pain of the whip, but still said sorry to people, obviously he didn't do anything wrong.

"Bad luck, do you have to spend money to find a teacher for you in your company? It cost so much money to buy you at the beginning, you are really a useless thing, you look at the good-looking people in the entertainment industry now, what use do I want you?" The agent said as he smashed Micah in the face with his slipper.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm ashamed of the company's training of me." Michael's weak voice didn't resist at all, he knew that since he had signed the contract, he was the one here, even if his soul died, it didn't belong to him.

"What would you say other than say sorry? Can't sing well, is it that your voice is so hoarse? Didn't I teach you how to make a voice effortlessly? The vocal teacher stood aside and complained about Micah, but the vocal teacher didn't know that Micah hadn't drunk water for two days.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really didn't expect me to play so badly, I'm sorry." Micah lowered his head and covered his beaten face, bowed ninety degrees and apologized to the vocal teacher.

"Anyway, how do you sing rap like this? People rap to blow up, you look at you like a girl is soft and weak, and your speech is timid to death? What kind of rap are you studying? The articulation is also unclear. The rap teacher threw the rap words written by Micah on the ground and stepped on them with his foot.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I'll work hard, I'm really sorry for causing trouble to you, teacher." Micah bent down to pick up the sloppy notebook and continued to apologize to the rap teacher.

"Will it only apologize? Look at your vase, will you only cry and play a good role? I've taken countless students who have such a poor understanding of you, look at what you look like, with a thin face and thin muscles, you can be an actor?" The teacher who taught Micah to perform slapped Micah in the face, without the slightest mercy, anyway, Micah is not a normal person (but whoever is sold loses his human rights is no longer a normal person) can be beaten casually.

"I'm sorry teacher, I'm sorry, I know my acting skills are very poor and my perception is poor, I will change it." Micah didn't resist or complain in the slightest, but still apologized, because he knew that if he didn't apologize, he might not even die.

After the teachers left, Micah sat alone in the damp basement, with no bed, no quilt, no light, no electrical appliances.

If Micah wanted to take a bath, the owner would bring him a bucket of water and a bar of soap the day before, in addition to a set of clothes that the agent didn't want.

Micah was reluctant to call the gold owner's agent, probably because he had been fortunate enough to turn out that other people's agents were good to the artist.

What was it like to have a visit to Micah living in the basement many years later? Micah's answer was as calm as water: cold in winter and hot in summer, very humid and sunless, always alone, sometimes his knee hurts like a nail stuck in it.

The most words on Michael's lips were sorry, he wanted to see the sun outside and breathe in the fresh air, but he didn't have the opportunity to do so.

Micah was unhappy and depressed, but he still tried to enlighten himself, because even if he was crazy and sick, the company would not pay him to go to the hospital.

The medicine that is always available in the basement is 999 Cold Spirit, and when he is sick, Micah will always put an extra pack of 999 Cold Spirit, because it is sweet, just like eating sugar.

Micah's usual food is expired bread thrown away from the supermarket, and the last day of every month is when Micah goes to pick up expired bread, and that is the only time the company allows him to go out.

Micah would always stand outside the basketball court door and put her hand into the grid, but she didn't dare to watch the basketball game, always watching from a distance.

From time to time, I think back to the old days, when he was still that happy and free sky blue, he would always play basketball with his friends, go to the movies, and do many, many things, but now he only has one left.

But he's just a 19-year-old boy who just graduated from college.

But life won't give him a little tolerance, nor will it give him hope, and he lives in that dim basement day after day, year after year, as if waiting for a turnaround.

When it was time for Micah to get the expired bread, he still watched others play basketball from afar, and now he was twenty.

"Little brother, why don't you play basketball together if you like to watch it so much?" A middle-aged man in a jersey stood behind Mica holding a basketball in his hand, "I've been paying attention to you for a long time, I found that you come to see on the last day of every month, do you want to play together?" ”

"No thanks." Micah ran away in a panic with expired bread, this was the first time he had spoken to a stranger in a year, and he was no longer the blue sky like the sun he used to be.

The second time I saw the man, he had already changed into a suit and leather shoes.

The gold lord told Micah, "This gentleman bought you, and you will be his trainee in the future." ”

He stretched out his hand to Micah and said, "I'll be your agent from now on." ”

Miga held back a sentence for a long time, "It's you?" Am I going to change the punishment again......"

Micah's first thought was not that there was finally light, but that he was afraid of even darker.

The agent rolled up his sleeves and saw the scars on Micah's body, "How often do they beat you?" ”

The gold lord explained, "These are some necessary means, strict teachers produce high apprentices, strict teachers produce high apprentices, you understand and understand." ”

Micah nodded and shook his head, "It's because I'm not good enough, that's why I ......" Micah always remembered how much money the owner and those teachers said he used, and buying him back was just a loss of money.

The man went out, and Micah thought that the man was also disgusted with his weakness and uselessness, but the man returned.

"Silly boy, I'll give you medicine first, endure the pain." It turned out that the man went to buy medicine, he never thought that there would be such a miserable trainee, how could he become a star in the entertainment industry tomorrow if he passed so much?

This is the first time in more than a year that Micah has been drugged and treated gently.

The man led Micah out of the dimly lit basement, and Micah came to the man's house, which was a two-bedroom apartment.

Mica stood by the door and did not dare to sit on the couch, for fear that he would make the man's couch dirty.

The man who had washed his hands came out and asked, "Why don't you sit?" What are you doing just standing? ”

Micah said awkwardly, "I'm afraid I'll stain your sofa." Micah lowered his head and felt inferior to the bone.

The man didn't say anything, and brought a few pieces of clothing to Micah.

"Is this for me?" Miga tentatively touched the edge of the clothes but didn't dare to take it, he didn't dare to accept the kindness of others to him, did he really deserve those good?

The man nodded and pushed Mica into the bathroom, "Silly boy isn't for you, for whom?" Let's go take a shower. ”

Micah timidly walked out and said to the man, "I don't know how to use it." ”

The man snuffed out the cigarette in his hand and took the trouble to teach Mica how to use the shower head, "This is so open, twist it to the left is hot water, you can adjust the temperature, you know?" ”

Mica came out after taking a shower and changing into a man's clothes, and saw that the man had made a table of dishes.

"You'll be my artist from now on, take a walk and try your agent's craft." The man pushed Micah into the chair.

"It's my first time to be an agent, and you're also the first time to be an artist, let's join hands to be invincible in the world!" The man thought about the future and finally noticed that Mica didn't move his chopsticks.

Mica has subtly regarded men as agents.

"Why don't you eat it? Is it because I don't like what I'm making is not delicious? The agent tasted it, "It's okay to do it, and it doesn't taste particularly unpalatable, why don't you eat it." ”

"I ...... I have been eating expired bread all the time...... Not very used to it. "Miga is hesitant, he doesn't dare to eat those meals that obviously smell good, he is afraid that others will treat him well.

"It used to be before, and now you're in a new company, don't think about mentioning those sad things, why are you doing?" The agent gave Mica a picket, "Eat more, you 1617-year-old boy should eat more meat." "At that time, the yellow muscles of Micah's face were so thin that he couldn't tell that he was an adult.

"Thank you." Mica cried after taking the first bite, catching the agent off guard.

"What's your name? Don't cry, it's going to get better in the future, what are you crying about? The agent stiffly took a tissue to wipe Miga's tears, "I'm also the first time to be an agent, don't cry, I don't know how to coax you." ”

As soon as Micah finished eating, he took the initiative to help the agent wash the dishes, he was afraid that the agent would throw it away, and some things would never taste bitter once they were sweet.

"What kind of dishes do you wash with wounds? In the future, I will do these things, and you will be responsible for chasing your dreams in the entertainment industry. The agent stopped Mica and took the bowl to wash.

"Why do you believe me, obviously everyone doesn't believe me, how dare you let me go to the showbiz for my dreams?" Micah didn't know why his agent wanted to believe him, and he didn't want to believe in himself.

"Probably when I saw those eager eyes from the crowd, at that time I felt that if you debuted, you must be the top in the future, and you paid off your company's tickets when you left." After washing the dishes and wiping his hands, the agent looked at Mica with a sincere look.

"Do you really believe I can? Can I really?" Micah couldn't believe it and asked over and over again.

"Do you believe I'll be a good agent?" The agent asked rhetorically, looking into Micah's confused eyes.

"I believe it." Micah blurted out a light in his eyes.

"That's right, I use all my money to make you my artist, no one believes that I can do anything but you, I will definitely try to make you stand at the top, so you have to believe me." The broker gently scratched Miga's nose.

The second generation of the loser and the rich met the downcast trainee, and the two came out of the darkness and walked side by side to the light.