Unrequited [Entertainment]

As long as the day is busy, it will feel like it flies by.

Three weeks later, when Lin Wen got his first real advertising fee, he settled Lin Fuxian's surgery fee.Lin Fuxian insisted on going home and didn't want to stay in Shanghai any longer.

Lin Wen called his relatives at home. He didn't have time to go back, so he could only ask the people in his hometown to help.

Lin Wen kept sending Lin Fuxian to the train, and Lin Wen followed behind to carry Lin Fuxian's bag. Looking at the back of Lin Fuxian's head, he thought that his own father was actually quite tall, so he looked 1.8 meters. Mi, still so skinny.

Looking at it, Lin Wen hit the back of Lin Fuxian's head in front of him.

"Wow..." Lin Wen didn't say the word "trough", and realized that it was Lin Fuxian who stopped suddenly.

Lin Wen rubbed his nose and saw Lin Fuxian turning to look at him.

"What's wrong?" Lin Wen said.

"Thank you this time." Lin Fuxian said seriously.

"..." Lin Wen sighed and patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry for you." Lin Fuxian said, "I borrowed a lot of money in my hometown, but no one would borrow it, so I called you this time. You... are here, working so hard..."

"What are you talking about?" Lin Wen said, "If you don't call me, I will treat you."

"You..." Lin Fuxian looked hesitant to speak, and he hesitated for a long time before saying anything.

Lin Wen waited for a while and said, "Do you want to ask me where the money came from?"

"It's not that I don't believe you." Lin Fuxian said, "But you've only been away from home for less than a year, so it's impossible to earn the money so fast..."

Lin Wen gathered the collar of his sweater: "Don't worry."

Lin Fuxian didn't say anything after all, he entered the station and waved to Lin Wen through the glass.

Lin Wen walked back slowly, lowered his head and stuffed his face into his neckline.

The show was coming to an end, and logically speaking, there was nothing else to do with him.But really, as Bai Fan said, Lin Wen became a character in this talent show who didn't make it to the end but kept talking.

On the one hand, it came from his strength. His English song, which he sang a cappella at Bai Fan's request, became the number one CRBT download that month.Stores in the streets and alleys have begun to put them in a brainwashing manner.

Another aspect comes from himself.

After sending his father on the train, he actually felt all kinds of eyes and cameras from all directions, as well as the reporters squatting at the gate of the train station.I have never felt a feeling of being watched anytime, anywhere.

Lin Wen’s series of stories on the show seemed to be confessional, and some people scolded him for being hypocritical. Later, someone found out that he and his father were treated in the hospital, and found out that his family was really the same as he said. The big media loves to use his home to make articles.After that, of course, there are his emotional problems.

In the past, he was little-known, and he didn't bother to report if he was a little bit like Bai Fan, but now it's different.

He is like a rampant ball that no one can understand.It is said that he got rid of his teammates and took the position on Bai Fan's thigh, but he doesn't even have a manager, and he goes to work by subway and bus.Said that he had a bad relationship with his father, and the next day, he was photographed taking care of his father in the hospital.It's like saying that he has become famous and rich overnight, but the first commercial he aired was an extremely low commercial for sanitary napkins.His rapidly rising fan base is comparable to that of black fans, and he has been labeled with many labels.

A paradox that no one can understand, it seems very down-to-earth, and it seems to be out of this world.

……

But even so, Lin Wen and Bai Fan never met or contacted each other again.

Lin Wen unplugged the Apple cable, picked up the newly charged iPhone and pressed the screen to turn on.The last phone call was a month ago, except for spam messages and reminders in the text message, this phone is just an empty shell.

Lin Wen lay down on the sofa, threw the iPhone into the sofa, and picked up another phone.

The other mobile phone is more lively. The mailbox, text messages, and q/q are full of large and small mails.Those from the program group, magazines, partners, and fans who don't know where to get his email and phone.Lin Wen poked the screen and slowly flipped through it.

There are a lot of companies offering olive branches to him these days, and some of them are relatively well-known companies in the talent show that day, but Lin Wen is not in a hurry at this juncture.

Qin Ruo called him last night and said that he had just resigned from his previous company and worked as an agent for eight years. He introduced Lin Wen to him. He was very interested and asked if Lin Wen had any intentions in this regard. .

Now he sent two more text messages to Lin Wen: Shi Ming has really rich experience, I am relieved to entrust you to him.

The second is: Forget about Xingge, my son.

Lin Wen burst out laughing, covered his forehead with his hand and sat on the sofa for a while, then stretched out his hand to reply the message: OK, try it.

He Shiming is Qin Ruo's childhood friend, who looks more mature than Qin Ruo, slightly fatter, and looks very reliable... He came to Shanghai on the third day after Lin Wen promised him.

"Hello." Lin Wen shook hands with him.

"Qin Ruo often talks about you with me." He Shiming said, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Lin Wen also nodded happily, then his eyes tilted and fell to one side.

"...It's fine if Manager He is here, but you're here anyway."

Qin Ruo walked out from behind He Shiming with a smile, took off her sunglasses, and hugged Lin Wen with one hand: "Why, aren't you happy to see me?"

"Happy." Lin Wen patted him on the back.

"Come and see you." Qin Ruo said with a smile, "Big star."

"I'm not." Lin Wen rubbed his nose.

"Whoever says you are not me is in a hurry." Qin Ruo said, "Let's go, chat while walking."

At eight o'clock in the evening, the three of them found a restaurant for dinner.

"...So you are from Shanghai?" Lin Wen asked in surprise.

He Shiming nodded: "I was born in Beijing and grew up in Shanghai. I went to Beijing for my college entrance examination and came back to work. My life consists of running back and forth between these two cities. I went to Beijing for five years for my previous company, but it was worth it. It’s different from the current boss’s concept, so it’s easy to get together and leave.”

Lin Wen drank his saliva, rubbed his fingers and said, "My first agency gave me too much shadow, so that now I don't know what to believe. I don't have any other requirements, I hope now, Make as much money as possible in my limited time..."

"You give me a very different feeling." He Shiming pointed to Qin Ruo who was playing with his mobile phone with his head propped up next to him, "Ah Ruo talked to me about you, saying that you are cute and innocent, and you don't know much about the world. But these days the media You've been terribly demonized again for reports and news, I saw you today..."

"How do you see me?" Lin Wen asked.

"It's different from these two." He Shiming said, "I think you are very clear about your own future goals, and I like the stubbornness in your eyes."

Lin Wen was slightly stunned.

"You and I will have a pleasant cooperation." He Shiming spread his hands to him, "I promise."

After Lin Wen was stunned, he lowered his head and smiled, shaking his shoulders while laughing: "You really seem to be confessing to me."

"The relationship between a manager and an artist needs to be as close as a husband and wife." He Shiming took a sip of his drink, "I hope we trust each other and talk about everything."

"Okay." Lin Wen clasped his hands together, "Please."

It was almost eleven o'clock after the meal, and the restaurant was closed, so they packed up and went back.He Shiming and Qin Ruo may not have seen each other for a long time, and they continued to reminisce about the past in the middle of the night, and asked Lin Wen if he would go, Lin Wen shook his head and said that he still wanted to go back to sleep after taking a rest for a day.

They said goodbye, and Lin Wen took a taxi to go home.

The convenience store downstairs was still open, so Lin Wen went in and bought a bottle of red wine and a box of Miaofu cakes.He went home with the wine cake and sat on the sofa.

The clock was approaching twelve o'clock, and the lighter in his hand flickered, and he lit a short candle and stuck it on the Mouth cake.Put your hands together, bow your head and meditate.

"Happy birthday, 19 years old."

"I hope to make a lot of money next year." Lin Wen said quickly, "A lot, a lot..."

He doesn't like drinking very much. People say that he tends to be noisy when he finishes drinking, but today he always feels sorry for the atmosphere if he doesn't open a bottle of wine. After half a bottle of wine, Lin Wen is lying on the sofa, holding the iPhone in his hand.

He looked at the phone with some double images, and said to himself: "...Why can't you turn it on?"

The way Bai Fan dumped money on his face that day is vivid in his memory, and Lin Wen can only take it out at this moment to feel it.

He hates this feeling very much. It's not good to think about anything at night alone. It's okay to think about money, work, and tomorrow's breakfast. Why is Bai Fan all over his head.

This feeling is so annoying.

He turned over, dialed the number, and put the phone to his ear.

Lin Wen almost hung up when Bai Fan answered the phone, but after connecting, Lin Wen was the first to hear the noisy voice on the other side.

"...Lin Wen?"

It's been a long time since I heard Bai Fan's voice, Lin Wen still misses it when he hears it again.

"Yeah." Lin Wen said, "...Your side is so noisy."

"My friend's birthday, and we're at the bar." Bai Fan seemed to have drunk a lot, and his voice was a little lazy, "What's the matter...you... hey, don't push me..."

Lin Wen said: "That's it... I have nothing to do... I just miss you."

Bai Fan paused for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Your voice...are you drinking too much? Where are you?"

"At home." Lin Wen turned belly up again, "Not much, I only drank half of the bottle. I can blow three bottles of this bottle..."

Bai Fan seemed to laugh: "Is it finished?"

"not yet."

"What do you say."

Lin Wen said: "...There is nothing special I want to say, but I suddenly feel that this sentence is really true... Nothing is useless but deep affection...It is really true to apply to you and me."

"You don't have deep affection for me." Bai Fan said, "I would rather be a co-star/friend."

"Look." Lin Wen said, "Now you are still deciding my thoughts."

"...You got too drunk and quarreled with me?" Bai Fan said, "You should hang up."

"I really miss you." Lin Wen said, "I dare not call you until I drink too much."

Bai Fan didn't speak.

"But... liking you is tiring and boring, forget it, hahaha." Lin Wen wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingers, "I will pay you back as much money as you gave me."

"I'll go find you..."

"Don't." Lin Wen said, "I'm staying here for the last night, and I'm moving out tomorrow. Also... Isn't your friend's birthday?"

"..."

"Say happy birthday to him for me." Lin Wen said, "Goodbye, Mr. Bai."