"Xiao Chu, let's break up. ”

Looking at the message sent by Lin Yu, Xiao Chu's mind was blank, as if he heard the sound of a light bulb breaking in his ears, and the surroundings were dark and dark.

It took a long time for his world to light up.

He replied by typing.

Xiao Shisanlang: Why?

This time, the forest fish came back quickly.

Fish in the woods: I don't want to rent a house after graduation, which makes me feel very insecure.

When Xiao Chu saw this, his brows were slightly locked, and he paused for a while before continuing to type.

Xiao Shisanlang: The script I wrote is about to start filming, and the days will get better and better.

Swimming Fish in the Forest: How much can you get for the manuscript after filming starts? Can you, a fourth-level screenwriter who has just turned a regular screenwriter, earn 100,000 yuan by writing a play?

Xiao Chu's face turned slightly pale, and he bit his lip and slowly pressed the nine-key grid.

Xiao Shisanlang: If the results are good after the launch, and the clicks are high, there will be a bonus, which is not small, and I believe that I will improve, and I will get more when I write a drama.

I waited for a long time, but I didn't wait for Lin Yu's reply.

Xiao Chu frowned, quit WeChat, and made a phone call.

It turned out that it had been blocked.

Xiao Chu's brows furrowed even tighter.

Ding Dong –

WeChat suddenly rang again.

Xiao Chu clicked on WeChat and found that Lin Yu had sent another message.

Fish in the woods: I'm sorry, but the little fish choose to swim to the sea.

Xiao Chu looked at this message word by word, and his expression was silent.

He understands.

He is just a waterhole in the mountains, not the sea.

Exiting WeChat, Xiao Chu turned off his mobile phone, looked at the flickering neon in the night outside the window, and suddenly felt that the city was a little strange.

One night dawn.

......

Two days later, on Monday, Xiao Chu finished writing the seventh and eighth episodes of "River God" and sent them to Manager Zhang's mailbox.

Half an hour later, Zhang Songhe finished reading the manuscript and called Xiao Chu.

"Xiao Xiao, the manuscript is very good, thank you for your hard work, I will forward it to Lao Lu and Zhou Qing, and it will be officially launched in three days. ”

Xiao Chu said: "Manager, since the manuscript is fine, I want to take a day off." ”

"Do you want to please-your voice is not right, why are you so hoarse?Is it tired of rushing the manuscript, or is it sick?" Zhang Songhe was a little surprised when he heard that Xiao Chu wanted to ask for leave, and suddenly realized that his voice was not quite right.

Xiao Chu replied: "Maybe it's because I'm tired of rushing to the draft, so I want to take a break." ”

Zhang Songhe was silent for a few seconds, and said: "I know that because I am in a hurry, the pressure on the three of you is very high, so let's do it, I will give you two days of leave, take a good rest at home, and then just join the group directly." If there is any problem with the script, I will ask Lao Lu to contact you directly by phone or WeChat. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang. ”

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Chu walked into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed.

At noon, Li Wenqian came and knocked on the door, but he didn't hear it.

"Ah Chu, is this really sick, or is he going out to play? The phone doesn't work, and the door doesn't open...... Li Wenqian stood at the door, a little worried.

He received a call from Zhang Songhe, knowing that Xiao Chu's state was not right, so he rushed over from the Demon Capital Film Academy, but he couldn't see anyone.

He banged on the door again, but it didn't move.

"He's such a big person, if he's sick, he should know how to go to the hospital, nothing will happen, right?" Li Wenqian frowned, somewhat uneasy.

Eventually, he left, and there was something going on in the academy in the afternoon, so he had to rush back.

He called his wife He Juan and asked her to come back in the afternoon when she was free, but she must not let this child have an accident.

......

Xiao Chu didn't wake up until it was dark.

He didn't know that Li Wenqian had been here, but after turning on the phone, he saw a string of missed calls, and he knew that the teacher and the teacher were worried about him.

He called Li Wenqian and Shi Niang back and told them that he was fine, but he was tired and had a good night's sleep.

After receiving his call, Li Wenqian was no longer worried, but his wife He Juan was still a little worried, saying that she wanted to come over to see him and boil him a pot of chicken soup.

Xiao Chu didn't want to see anyone at this time, so he persuaded his mother to stop him.

After hanging up, he washed his face and stepped into the twilight.

......

At nine o'clock in the evening, Xiao Chu sat in the Su night bar.

The bar was lively, the crowd was writhing and noisy, the DJ on stage was turning up the loudest, and the singers were shaking their guitars and screaming.

Xiao Chu only drinks alcohol.

After a while, the DJ stopped the music, the crowd quieted down, and the host took the stage to do an event.

Today is the bar's musical expression day, and whoever the lights hit becomes the lucky winner of the day and is invited to sing on stage.

Anything you can sing.

You can sing it any way.

Just sing it.

The first one to be selected was a fashionable and hot girl, who came to the stage with a very confident and open English fast song, which heated up the atmosphere at the beginning.

The second one chosen by the lights was a timid boy with pimples on his face, and only after repeated encouragement from the DJ and the host did he sing a love song, blushing and wanting to confess to a girl in the audience.

It's just that he is not only shy and introverted, but he doesn't sing very well, and he has made eighteen turns in the mountain road.

But on such an occasion, it doesn't matter if you sing well or not, as long as you dare to sing, it can have an effect, under the coaxing of everyone, the girl in the audience also blushed, looked at him shyly, lowered her head again, and when the boy walked over from the stage, she stretched out her hand in a way that wanted to refuse.

The third time, the light hit Xiao Chu.

Xiao Chu was drinking, but he felt that the light was a little dazzling, shook his head, and continued to pick up the glass and pour it into his mouth.

Under the bright white light, this scene fell into the eyes of everyone in the bar.

"Wow, this is so handsome!" a girl couldn't help but exclaim.

"It's kind of cool!" the boy couldn't help but echo.

"But, why do you look so melancholy?" a little girl felt a little distressed inexplicably.

At this moment, the host came to the front of the stage and shouted: "That brother, you are the third lucky person today, come on stage, show your singing voice, and release all your emotions at the moment!"

The others also shouted after the host and let Xiao Chu come to the stage.

However, Xiao Chu didn't hear all this at all, and still drank to himself.

A little girl next to her couldn't wait any longer, so she gently pulled him, "Uncle, it's time for you to go on stage!"

This time, Xiao Chu finally reacted, looked at the little girl, and looked confused, "Huh?

The little girl pointed to the stage and reminded: "Music Expression Day, you have been chosen, go up and sing, and express what you want to say but don't want to say in music." ”

Xiao Chu was still a little dazed, followed the little girl's fingers and looked at the stage.

The host raised the microphone in his hand and shouted, "Brother, come up and sing your heart out loud!" Whether you are sad, depressed, or angry, everyone will only scream for you tonight!"

Xiao Chu shook his head, finally understanding a little.

Eventually, amid everyone's uproar, he staggered onto the stage.

"Brother, what song do you want to sing? Let the band accompany you. The host said.

Xiao Chu thought for a while and said, "Can you give me a guitar and I'll play it myself?"

The host laughed and said, "Of course it's no problem, big brother of the band, give this guy a guitar!"

The guitar was soon delivered, Xiao Chu sat on the barstool, plucked the strings, and first came a simple solo, and with the melody of Lingling, the bar quieted down.