Dust's Perjury

Lin Sha has always been very careful in writing songs, but this time she also put in unprecedented energy for Xu Yun's work, and finally filled in the words she was satisfied with.

On the night when the email was sent, he felt relieved from the stress as if he had finished some huge task, so much so that he developed a low fever at home.

Wu Chen, who was forced to go out of town by the company again, was very anxious. He called late at night and asked, "Teacher, are you okay? I can't go back now. I guess the show will be recorded until midnight."

"It's okay, just get some sleep." Lin Sha replied: "You don't call me, so I can sleep more."

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore, remember to take your medicine." Wu Chen said, "I'll fly to Beijing as soon as possible."

"It's really not necessary." Lin Sha coughed after finishing speaking.

Wu Chen was very depressed: "Don't write songs recklessly, take care of yourself, okay? I won't disturb you, just send me a message when you wake up."

Lin Sha listened to the noise around him, put down the phone after humming, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Such natural concern, as if they really became lovers.

He couldn't help but smile wryly, and sent Wu Chen an emoji using the WeChat account under Muye Pavilion.

Unexpectedly, Wu Chen, who was always excited and exploited, replied: "I'm in a bad mood today, I'm going to sleep first."

Lin Sha typed: "What's wrong?"

Wu Chen didn't respond.

Lin Sha smiled lightly, relieved by this.

As long as he knew that Wu Chen didn't care much about his past mistakes, his always awkward awkwardness would be suppressed.

Drowsiness struck, and Lin Sha, who was ill, fell asleep.

In fact, of course Wu Chen didn't have a chance to sleep. He was soaking in the variety show recording scene again, still wearing the most fashionable and exquisite clothes and smiling all over his face.

Laughter is the commodity that idols are trying to sell, it has never been his sincerity.

It's already very annoying to be ignored by Liu Cheng and Muise, but when Mr. Lin was sick, he was still trapped in a variety show studio in Shanghai, which is really annoying.

This night's recording was a singing competition program. Although Wu Chen, who was invited by a lot of money, was a special judge, he was actually in charge of traffic.

After his debut became popular, he has long been used to the embarrassing position among artists.

Although you can always get into the C position and have countless fans wherever you go, but there is no work behind it, it's actually embarrassing, right?

Of course, those contestants also thought the same way. On the surface, they called out respectfully to Mr. Wu, but in fact they were just making compromises for the sake of being famous.

On the left and right of Wu Chen are old singers with decades of experience. He was so sleepy that his heart beat faster, but he still kept his spirits up. While using what he learned in Korea to comment on the performances of the contestants, he wanted to stimulate the atmosphere from time to time, so as not to let the atmosphere of the variety show Too rigid.

In the end, the recording was finally finished at three o'clock in the morning, and when he was about to buy a plane ticket to return to Beijing, the program director made a mistake again, and got entangled with the inexperienced Ning Xu.

Wu Chen had no choice but to rub the center of his brows, and went into battle himself: "What's the situation?"

Ning Xu was in a hurry: "Brother Chen, it was clearly announced that one episode will be recorded today, and the other will be recorded a week later. As a result, the platform has adjusted the broadcast time and wants to continue recording tomorrow."

Wu Chen refused: "That's impossible. I have other schedules tomorrow, so I don't accept a temporary increase in work."

"Xiaochen! Xiaochen!" Seeing that he was about to leave, the director quickly chased after him and said nice words: "It's our fault that our new employees are inexperienced and haven't communicated well with Musie, but now the recording is imminent, and you are the guest tutor for this issue , Now the program group can’t find another artist to replace you, it’s really inappropriate, you know our broadcast volume and ratings, so let’s accommodate tomorrow morning.”

Offending someone in the entertainment industry is like pushing a row of dominoes.

Wu Chen and this director have also known each other for a long time. After a silence, he gave the answer: "I really have a schedule. If you can accept it, I will change my makeup and hair and start recording now. I will leave at [-]:[-] tomorrow morning."

In this line of work, health is basically neglected, the director nodded overjoyed.

Ning Xu was in a dilemma: "Brother Chen, you have been recording for more than ten hours..."

Wu Chen shook his head: "It's okay, stop talking nonsense and make arrangements quickly."

Ning Xu didn't have the right to speak like Wang Zhi, so he had to go to work busy.

Most of the so-called guest tutors are long-established musicians. It is really fresh to let Xiao Xianrou play the piano to guide the contestants one by one.

The sales and downloads of Wu Chen's songs are all fans' enthusiasm, and the convincing power is really not enough. Fortunately, the program team prepared carefully and spent a lot of painstaking efforts to shape his professional image.

In addition, among the contestants, there are also Yan control parties, and there is no shortage of people who get excited when they come into contact with Wu Chen at close range, so the recording is considered smooth.

The tiring work continued until five o'clock in the morning, and a young player Xu Ziyan was replaced.

Wu Chen greeted politely, and practiced twice with the accompanist.

But I don't know if Xu Ziyan was tired or on purpose, either he sang the wrong words or the time was out of order.

Wu Chen stopped and said, "What's going on? You are already in the top [-]. Do you still have such basic problems?"

Xu Ziyan suddenly lowered his head and snickered.

Wu Chen was worried about Lin Sha's illness, and he was indeed in a bad mood, so he couldn't help frowning: "I don't think there's anything funny about it."

He got up and walked in front of Xu Ziyan, and sang a few lines in time with his own hands: "Understood?"

Xu Ziyan muttered: "Teacher Wu didn't make many mistakes before, did he?"

Wu Chen was taken aback.

Ning Xu signaled to stop, but the program crew continued filming fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

Xu Ziyan added: "If it weren't for the schedule of Teacher Wu, we wouldn't have to sing till dawn. We really don't have the energy."

"Tired?" Wu Chen threw down the music score: "Being a singer or an entertainer, how can you not be tired? When I was your age, I trained [-] hours overseas every day. The stage is always reserved for those who are prepared." Yes, I think you are not ready, not suitable for this stage, nor suitable for this show!"

Xu Ziyan looked small and cute, more than ten centimeters shorter than him, relying on his popularity and young age, he immediately slammed the door and left unhappy.

Wu Chen didn't say anything more, but the staff members were on the sidelines panicking.

Originally planned to rush back to Beijing in the middle of the night to visit a doctor, but the plan was completely ruined by an accident.

Wu Chen, who was always busy, got off the plane and went straight to the endorsement product event site. When he was finally done, it was almost evening.

Ning Xu's dark circles are comparable to a panda's. In the nanny's car, he secretly drank Red Bull and said with emotion: "Brother Chen, you haven't slept all day and all night. Why is your skin so good?"

"Take off your makeup and look again?" Wu Chen snorted, folded his hands and looked out the window: "Send me to Teacher Lin, and then you can rest."

"Oh." Ning Xu never asked about his private life.

Wu Chen put on a mask: "Forget it, just find a bigger pharmacy and leave me alone."

Lin Sha, who was still suffering from a low-grade fever, was also miserable. After sleeping for more than ten hours, he got up weakly and cooked noodles for himself.

Unexpectedly, the anti-theft door was opened as soon as the noodles with clear soup and little water came out of the pot.

Lin Sha came to the living room coughing, and couldn't help laughing when he saw Wu Chen's appearance: "What are you doing, did you just finish the performance?"

Wu Chen messed up the short hair carefully managed by the hair stylist, and didn't take off the popular Korean makeup on his face. He said embarrassingly, "Well, I'm worried that you don't feel well. I came here as soon as I was free. These medicines are suitable for you. Is there something to eat?"

Lin Sha felt distressed: "I'm fine, can you take a rest?"

Wu Chen reached out to touch his forehead to test the temperature, and squatted in front of the wheelchair: "Teacher, don't work so hard. Although good songs are made with hard work, I don't want the teacher to disregard his own health."

"Well, not in the future." Lin Sha patted his hand: "I haven't had time to eat, have I? The noodles are just cooked, let's eat together."

Wu Chen nodded: "Okay."

Lin Sha then turned the wheelchair back to the kitchen, and specially fried two eggs and brought them out.

It's a pity that Wu Chen, who had been a little unbearable for a long time, fell asleep lying in front of the dining table without even taking off his coat.

Lin Sha approached slowly, and gently touched the back of his neck.

Wu Chen woke up instantly, rubbed his eyes and said, "Ah, I'm sorry!"

"Has it been all night?" Lin Sha was depressed: "Even Superman can't finish the work Musie arranged for you. You have made so much money for the company, why can't you let you relax?"

"It's a capitalist, anyway, if you stick to it for a few years, you will terminate the contract." Wu Chen smiled, and suddenly reached out and kissed his forehead: "Well, the energy is recharged."

"Don't be such an idiot, eat quickly, and go back to the hotel to rest early after eating." Lin Sha handed him chopsticks.

"No, I'll just stay at the teacher's house." Wu Chen announced immediately, before lowering his head and wolfing down.

Probably because I have been hungry for too long, even the homemade noodles with only vegetables and eggs have become very delicious.

Lin Sha could see that Wu Chen was really tired and stupid, so he didn't make things difficult for him anymore, and let the kid lie down on the bed after taking a bath at his own home.

Wu Chen gulped down half a bottle of water and put his hand on his forehead: "Mr. Lin, why am I feeling dizzy? Is it not contagious?"

"You are sleepy, go to sleep." Lin Sha sat beside her and leaned on the pillow to flip through the book.

Wu Chen peeked at him from the side, his long eyelashes cast shadows on his face: "Can I hug the teacher to sleep?"

"No." Lin Sha raised his hand and coughed.

Wu Chen turned a deaf ear to him, propped himself up and lay down with his arms around him: "Your illness is still not cured, so don't stay up late."

Lin Sha, unable to resist, didn't want to resist, he turned his head to look at Wu Chen's big black and white eyes.

"Work is really annoying, but thinking of the teachers working so hard, I persevered..." Wu Chen murmured, kissed his nose lightly, and then closed his sour eyes: "Can tomorrow seven Wake me up...go to Guangzhou..."

"Well, sleep well." Lin Sha had never envied the radiance behind him, but felt a little pitiful for Wu Chen who was treated as a banknote printer.

Wu Chen said in a daze, "It would be great if I could do this every day."

His hand was still holding Lin Sha's, the fingertips were slightly cold, but the palm was warm.

Lin Sha curled his mouth slightly, and raised his hand to turn off the remote control light, ready to fall asleep.

If the body can remember the feeling at this moment, how happy it is, even if there is no way to relive it in reality, if it can be reproduced in the dream, there is nothing else to ask for.