The black and red of the entertainment industry

Song Fan felt the condition of the chrysanthemum, it was neither painful nor itchy, and probably hadn't been invaded, but he was still worried, ran to the bathroom to take off his clothes, and looked at himself in the mirror.

Finally, on the left side of the back waist, I found three crooked but beautiful words that seemed to be written by a marker: "You are great!!!"

The last three frivolous exclamation marks made Song Fan feel ashamed and angry, and he directly hit the mirror with his fist, screaming in pain, and went to squat in the corner.

"I didn't get fucked, I'm really... thank you so much!" Song Fan stood under the shower and washed his body, saying twisted curse words. He washed himself with hot water over and over again, almost peeling off his skin , just give up.

Although there was a scandal, he could be depressed, but his career still had to continue, and the company had to go. Song Fan picked out a casual outfit, called Cheng Wei, and called him to take him to Xingchen Entertainment.

Sitting in the car, Song Fan first called his agent and told him that he was rushing to the company. Hu Xingye was lukewarm, and said to him: "It's good to go and have a look. You... have a mental preparation. "Speaking later, Hu Xingye's tone finally softened.

After hanging up the phone, Song Fan became irritable. He vaguely felt that there seemed to be something terrible waiting for him at the company. As for what, Song Fan thought that it was probably the treatment of him by the upper management of the company. After all, a scandal just happened. Although He didn't do it voluntarily, he was even obviously raped...

Song Fan was unable to sit on the seat, turned his head and looked out the window, instead of looking at Cheng Wei who was driving ahead, he asked calmly, "How did I get back yesterday?"

Cheng Wei glanced at Song Fan in the rearview mirror in surprise, "You sent a text message asking me to come and find you, but I saw that you were lying on the ground and seemed to be asleep, so I helped you into the car and sent you home directly. Brother Fan, is there a problem?"

Song Fan shook his head, and asked vaguely, "At that time, did I look... very embarrassed?"

Cheng Wei was even more surprised. He controlled the steering wheel and grinned at Song Fan, saying, "Of course not! Brother Fan was sleeping peacefully at that time, well dressed, and so handsome!"

Hearing what Cheng Wei said, Song Fan, who was looking through the text messages, almost threw his phone over, but his mood improved a lot, until he arrived at the company and saw his assistant——

The assistant, Liu Yan, is a 27-year-old woman with an ordinary appearance, not beautiful, but fortunately, she has a tough personality and is able to do things. She has been Song Fan's work assistant for a year, and has been helping him arrange things in an orderly manner.

Now in Song Fan's office, Liu Yan sentenced him to death sentence by sentence in an extremely calm tone: "Yin Nai Clothing called and said that they would cancel your endorsement plan. Tomorrow they will come to the company to discuss this matter."

"What's the company's attitude?" Song Fan felt his head hurt as his butt sank into the sofa chair.

Liu Yan glanced at Song Fan, but did not answer, but continued: "The producer of "Storm" sent an email, saying that they will delete your part and find someone to shoot again..."

Song Fan didn't listen to what Liu Yan said later, he knew she was only talking about the contract damages and film remuneration, and when Liu Yan finished talking about it, he took a deep breath and asked calmly: "What else? "

"The last thing, the company will let you take a two-month vacation with pay." Liu Yan raised her glasses with relatively large frames on the bridge of her nose, and quietly looked at the man in front of her to see his reaction.

"I see." Song Fan waved his hand at Liu Yan, then got up and walked out of the office. Behind him, Liu Yan, who had always been lukewarm, showed some worry on his face.

Two months of vacation... Song Fan's contract will expire in two months. The company's arrangement is obviously to drive him away!Liu Yan knew this very well, and it was impossible for Song Fan himself to miss it.

This meant that Song Fan's star career came to an end.

Song Fan passed strange gazes and came to the end of the corridor. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit it and smoked.

I didn't want to just take a breath, I was choked, and I couldn't stop coughing...

Throwing away most of the remaining cigarettes, he stood against the wall for a while, and when the situation improved, he turned around and took the elevator.

He was going to the fifteenth floor to find Song Zhibin, the vice president of Xingchen Entertainment.

Three years ago, Song Zhibin caught him on the set of a drama and invited him to join the company. At that time, Song Fan was just an extra.

But now, in the eyes of those people in the company, is he who was caught in the scandal worse than before?

When we arrived on the fifteenth floor, Song Fan pressed his finger on the door close button until the indicator light went out, and then he let go of the sixteen button.

He didn't plan to look for Song Zhibin anymore, what did he do with that person?Putting down his dignity, begging for mercy, begging to give him another chance?

Poor self-esteem is telling himself that he can't do it!Even if the company told Song Fan to leave now, he could only wave his sleeves and head straight for the door.

Fortunately, I was doing well in the entertainment industry before, and I didn't have any conflicts with the company. Now?hehe!

There are stairs on the sixteenth floor that lead directly to the rooftop, and Song Fan went there instead.

The wind on the roof was a bit tight, and Song Fan blinked from time to time, his hair was blown by the wind, and his hairstyle was already messed up. He stood there, overlooking the busy traffic downstairs of the company, and he knew very well that he would leave here soon.

Leave, where should he go?I always thought that my lifelong career would be in the entertainment industry, acting as an endorsement, maybe I could try to invest in movies when I get old... Now, all of this has no chance for me.

Who will take in you, a guy who can run a park and make headlines?The more Song Fan thought about it, the more frustrated he became, and he wanted to die!

Yes, die!Song Fan was startled when he had this bold idea, and then became a little hotheaded.

What's so bad about dying... When you die, you don't have to run around and cling to the ideal that can no longer be realized. To be more realistic, you don't have to face endorsement, male number one, star status being deprived, and you don't have to be ostracized because of scandals. Scolding, no need to lower your head, look in the dark, and walk forward without hope, and die, it's so fucking cool!

Thinking of this, Song Fan moved a few steps towards the rooftop. The wind was so strong that his thin body swayed slightly. The wind blew on his face, it was like the sky was slapping him, and it hurt a little!

Being hit in the face by the wind made Song Fan a little sober, dead, dead wool?

Song Fan has never had a father since he was a child, and his mother brought up the two brothers with tears and sweat. Now that he killed himself, is he worthy of the hard work and hardships his mother has endured?

Now my mother is nearly fifty years old, and my younger brother Song Ming is a dull college student. Without him, Song Fan, the two relatives will be very difficult, right?

And if he dies suddenly, my mother will be distraught, and her body may be injured!

Therefore, he, Song Fan, must not die!Even if I go back to the original point and continue to be an extra, I still have a chance to realize my dream!

Thinking of this, Song Fan actually kind of missed the box lunch that only had rice and cabbage at that time... He smiled slightly, and wanted to turn around and leave, but——

Covering his back with both hands, he pushed him out of the building fiercely. He wanted to struggle, but in the end he just touched the man's wrist, and his body fell... He didn't even have time to look at the man's face Face!

He fell rapidly in the air, grabbing randomly with both hands, but couldn't catch anything, despair was written on his face, spreading all over his body, and finally——

Song Fan felt a biting cold invade his body, which caught him off guard. He couldn't help but let go of his mother's shoulders, and fell powerlessly towards the floor of the emergency room. As soon as he touched the ground, his body shrank into a ball, and he hugged himself tightly with both hands. He couldn't help humming: "I'm cold..."

At this time, Song Fan suddenly remembered that his younger brother Song Ming suffered from dysthymia.

This disease will only selectively attack when emotional. During the attack, the patient feels extremely cold. However, in Song Fan's impression, every time Song Ming has an attack, it lasts no more than 5 minutes. However, these 5 minutes feel like falling into an ice cave. It was also extremely painful, especially since it was his first time.

Why would mom continue to cry for Song Fan?She seemed to have seen "Song Ming" a lot, pulled a quilt from the side, wrapped him up, and asked, "Ah Ming, is it better?"

Song Fan was still speechless, but he felt better with the extra quilt covering him. He reluctantly nodded to his mother to reassure her.

He had just experienced the pain his younger brother Song Ming had suffered before, and when he asked himself, he felt that he deserved this kind of pain. If he took up his younger brother's body, he should also bear his physical defects, even if he didn't have a penis—but My brother has a cock.

When this happened in the emergency room, Song Fan's friends and colleagues naturally didn't stay outside. They walked over quickly one by one, and saw Song Fan's younger brother wrapped in a quilt and covered the ground. They thought it was too strange.

"Amin's disease happened again." There was some ambiguity in his mother's words, Song Fan always felt like he was saying that he had a mental illness... But he didn't care about it, sat up from the ground, looked past his mother, and looked at the people who came in These people said, "When can my brother's things be taken home?"

The tone was not tough, but it seemed a little cold, which was in great contrast to the weak image just now. Everyone present was shocked: Is this still the boy who suddenly fell ill?If he wasn't still sitting on the ground, wrapped in the quilt, they would have thought they had read it wrong!

At this time, Song Fan was not disturbed. He knew very well what his younger brother or himself was suffering from agitation syndrome. This disease was so special that no doctor had ever heard of it. I took it on my own initiative. I went to many hospitals before, but they didn't get effective treatment. All the doctors said that they should let the patient control their emotions and try not to enter a state of excitement, so as to avoid the onset of the disease.

Although Song Ming's body had been occupied before, his consciousness was still his own. He still stayed in the role of the star Song Fan. He never thought that he would also take over his brother's agitation syndrome. Now he has personally experienced the onset process. After a little improvement, he immediately had a plan in mind.

Regardless of the doctor's advice or the proof of practice, controlling emotions is currently the only way to prevent the onset of the disease. In this case, Song Fan decided to change his personality and style, treat people and things, and be as calm as possible, even if he is too calm and becomes indifferent, it doesn't matter... …Of course, it’s not just about preventing disease, it’s about self-protection.

He used to be an actor, and it is not difficult to do this on the surface, but the difficulty lies in keeping calm deep down.

But at least, there is no problem for now. Now that Song Fan is dead, as his younger brother Song Ming, it is only natural for him to want to get back his brother's things, think about others after seeing things, or do other things.

But seeing things and thinking about people...the person is lying next to it, why don't you open it and have a look?

Liu Yan glanced at the somewhat smart boy on the ground, and replied: "After the police deal with it, you can go to collect it. It will probably be the day after tomorrow. I will call you when the time comes."

Liu Yan spoke neatly as always, and Song Fan somewhat missed the days when she was so busy doing things for herself, but Feng couldn't give up on her indifferent words, Song Fan said flatly: "I'm sorry, I'll take my brother's place, thank you. "

For some reason, Hu Xingye, Liu Yan, Song Zhibin and others all felt chilly on their backs...

Fortunately, Mama Song endured the pain and bowed her head to thank them, so they felt that the atmosphere was much more harmonious.

The author has something to say: Song Fan: This disease is not real!

Noon: Not really!