Ring ~

In the early morning, Fang Xiaole was woken up by the slightly sharp alarm clock.

He fumbled around the pillow for a few times, picked up his phone, and looked at the time.

It's six o'clock in the morning.

Fang Xiaole sat up from the bed, changed into short-sleeved and sneakers, walked out of the narrow rental house located on the first floor of the basement, and started a morning jog.

I ran at a constant speed along the sidewalk on the roadside for about twenty minutes and arrived at a park.

This park is not big and the facilities are a little old. There is a group of elderly people playing Tai Chi and dancing square dance in the park square.

"Xiao Fang is here, it's early."

"Auntie Li, Mr. Liu, you guys are early."

When these old men and women saw Fang Xiaole, they greeted him with a smile. Fang Xiaole also responded with a smile, stopped in a corner of the square for a short rest, and then began today's breath practice.

He put his hands on his hips, took a deep breath, sinking his breath in his dantian, making his abdomen swell, and then exhale slowly as slowly as possible.

This is one of the few things he still remembers in his memory of his "earth" life.

Fang Xiaole remembers that he was a student from a music school in his last life and would practice this every morning.

When he came to this world, Fang Xiaole still maintained this habit.

Even though his throat was broken and he could no longer sing, he still insisted on practicing morning exercises every day.

"Goodbye, auntie."

"See you tomorrow, Xiao Fang."

After half an hour of breath practice, Fang Xiaole left the park and continued running along the road.

After running out of the park for about a kilometer, the familiar old street and several three-story old houses appeared in front of me.

That girl last night should be fine, right?

Seeing two of the old houses standing across the alley, Fang Xiaole couldn't help but remember what happened on the roof last night.

After singing "Roof", the girl's cell phone rang. It seemed that someone was looking for her in a hurry. The other party learned where she was and said she was driving to pick her up immediately.

The girl seemed unhappy and quarreled with the other party for a few words, but in the end she agreed not to run around and just waited for the other party to come over.

Fang Xiaole was afraid that she would still be unable to think so, so she took the initiative to stay and wait with her.

The girl’s friend arrived soon, and in order to ensure the girl’s safety, Fang Xiaole decided to send her downstairs.

So he jumped from the roof here to the roof opposite, protected the girl downstairs, and watched her car leave.

Fang Xiaole once heard a bar guest who works as a psychologist say that people who intend to commit suicide are very sensitive before their emotions are completely calmed down.

Even if you want to help her with kindness, you cannot express this kindness too clearly, because this will make her think that you think she is "ill", and it will easily develop a rebellious mentality.

So when he jumped to the roof opposite to wait with her and sent her downstairs, Fang Xiaole used the excuse of "I want to see what the beauty looks like", but in order to protect her self-esteem, he deliberately kept a certain distance from her.

Fang Xiaole believed that if the psychologist saw his actions last night, he would definitely praise him for his excellent "psychological comfort".

However, this also led to a regretful result. Fang Xiaole never could see the girl's appearance clearly, and even forgot to ask her name.

What does a girl who sings so nicely but is so lonely?

Forget it, as long as people are saved, nothing else matters.

Fang Xiaole comforted himself like this.

After running around the old street, Fang Xiaole began to run back.

At 7:30 in the morning, Fang Xiaole returned to the rental house, put the breakfast I bought on the road on the table, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

I changed into a neat shirt and trousers and sat on the table to finish my breakfast.

After sorting out the various recruitment information stored in the mobile phone in advance, I went out.

For the sake of life and in order to have a chance to continue his dreams in the future, he needs to find a job.

At this moment, the CBD business district, more than ten kilometers away from the old street, is an office building where a domestic first-line cosmetic brand is located.

Lin Yao, who had just finished shooting the advertisement, sat on a chair in the lounge, looking at herself who was slightly tired in the mirror, and the makeup artist was removing her makeup.

Not knowing what he thought of, Lin Yao raised her mouth and laughed out loud.

"Auntie, are you okay?"

A woman about thirty-five years old next to her, with capable short hair staring at Lin Yao and asked carefully.

"It's okay, Sister Mo, why are you asking like this?" Lin Yao shook her head and asked strangely.

The short-haired woman is named Mo Yan, who is Lin Yao's agent. After Lin Yao left a "success letter" last night and disappeared, Mo Yan was so scared that she looked for her with her assistant.

Fortunately, I finally found Lin Yao on a remote old street.

Considering that the rumors on the Internet during this period have had a great impact on Lin Yao, Mo Yan originally planned to help Lin Yao turn down all announcements including "Super Challenge" under the pressure of the company, so that she can rest for a while.

But unexpectedly, after coming back last night, Lin Yao seemed to have changed her personality, and a smile she hadn't seen for a long time appeared on her face. She was no longer as depressed as before, and even took the initiative to ask Mo Yan to help her arrange more work.

Today is the same. Lin Yao was in a very good condition when filming the commercial. She exuded a stunning charm, and the director also praised her performance.

"Nothing, just ask."

Mo Yan answered and threw an inquiring look at the assistant Fangfang next to him. The little girl was startled and shook her head innocently, saying that I don’t know what’s going on.

At this time, Mo Yan's cell phone rang. She picked it up and saw that it was called by the director of "Super Challenge".

The company attaches great importance to this top variety show. The first episode will be recorded next week. Lin Yao has not participated in the variety show, so the director is probably a little worried, so he called to give some details.

"Director Li, hello, I have time and time, you said, "Mo Yan walked outside while answering the phone.

Lin Yao also took off her makeup. When the makeup artist went out, she stood up and glanced out of the door. After confirming that Sister Mo was still answering the phone, she walked to the assistant.

"Fangfang, I want to trouble you with something."

"Sister Yao, you said." Fangfang quickly stood up and responded.

"Sit." Lin Yao gently asked her to sit back on the chair and whispered:

"I want you to go to Taoliu Street to help me find someone."

"Taoliu Street? A bar street?" Fangfang is a local and knows this street.

"Yes, this person used to sing in a bar. He was tall, handsome, gentle, and could write songs."

Seeing Fangfang looking at her strangely, Lin Yao coughed lightly and quickly gave a speech that had been thought of long ago:

"I have a friend who has heard him sing in a bar and thinks it's very good and wants to buy his songs."

"Your friend?" Fangfang felt even more strange. She had never heard of any record company or producer or other friends in Sister Yao.

"Yes, a friend of mine!" Lin Yao nodded heavily.

"But... Sister Mo said I would follow you all the time."

"Fangfang~" Lin Yao suddenly hugged Fangfang's arm intimately, and her voice was charming: "I have promised others, I can't keep my word."

"Sister Yao, are you okay?"

Fangfang had goose bumps. Sister Yao usually talked very little, why did she suddenly act cute?

This style makes the strong man's legs weak and the fierce woman ovulates... Could it be the sequelae of the "successful suicide" last night?

"If you don't help me, there will be something wrong." Lin Yao looked up.

"Then, then I'll talk to Sister Mo later." Fangfang had no choice but to compromise.

"No need, go quietly by yourself." Lin Yao turned around and glanced at the door and said softly.

"No, Sister Mo would be dead if she knew about me." Fangfang waved her hands repeatedly.

"Fangfang, haven't you always wanted to buy fairy water? My friend gave me a few bottles of 330ml, but I just can't use it. I'll give it to you another day."

Lin Yao blinked her seductive peach blossom eyes, her voice full of temptation.

"Shenxian Water? Or 330ml?" The little assistant was knocked unconscious and felt that his neck was pulled down uncontrollably.

"Go quickly, I told Sister Mo to ask you to go home and get me something."

Seeing Fangfang agreeing, Lin Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She still has a job and can't leave her, and her face is too easy to be recognized, so she can only ask Fangfang to find the boy last night.

"Sister Yao, what's the name of the person your friend is looking for? Which bar is it?"

Fangfang was about to slip out, but stopped and ran back to ask.

Lin Yao shook her head: "I don't know."

Fangfang: "?"

I don’t know the name, and I don’t know which bar I’m in, so how do I find it?

"But my friend said his characteristics, which should be easy to find."

“What characteristics?”
To be continued...