Bai Ya gets up at around six o'clock every day and starts her regular morning life: making breakfast, cleaning, watering flowers, and having breakfast.

She bought vegetables yesterday but didn't eat them, so she didn't have to go shopping today. She bought some flowers and came back, simply putting flowers in, and her cell phone rang.

[txt Novel    www.txtxs.info] She thought it was Shen, answered.

"Bai Ya, we have asked clearly. It turned out that it was Ellie's instigation. Now the director asked what you want to do?" Shen asked.

Bai Ya raised the corner of her mouth slightly. The director wanted to use Ellie's words when he did this, but he didn't want to offend her, so he threw the problem to her.

"I actually think Ellie has a bad character, but she is extremely revengeful. If I offend her, it will be quite troublesome. This matter is just her handle. It will not be cancelled or filed. It will also have a deterrent effect on her. I don't like to kill her."

"Okay, I know what to do. Did you come to the police station in the morning? I got some cases from other places here, and the same person also did it. Maybe there will be new clues." Shenhui reported.

"I'm not here today. I have a patient in the morning. I need to go to the institute and I will go to the institute in the afternoon. Let's talk about it when I catch Uncle Jack."

"Okay, let's contact you later." Shen hung up his cell phone.

Bai Ya has inserted the flowers and inserted the roots into the absorbent paper to ensure that they will not wither within two days. Then they are fixed with beautiful plastic paper, which is made of colorful.

She prepared the flowers, put them in the car, drove, turned on the beautiful music, drove for about an hour, and arrived at the door of a quiet villa and rang the doorbell.

The door was opened, and a woman in her fifties stood at the door with a sad face.

"Mr. Zhang still can't sleep well?" Bai Ya asked softly.

The woman lowered her head and said guiltily: "It's all my fault. I shouldn't let him enter the entertainment industry. If he didn't enter the entertainment industry, he wouldn't be like this now."

"Things have been like this, there is no way to change it. You have to take care of yourself in order to take better care of him." Bai Ya comforted and handed the flower to the woman, "Give it to you."

When the woman saw the flowers, she looked at Bai Ya in surprise.

Bai Ya raised her smile, "I fucked it myself, I hope you like it."

The woman nodded, "I like it, I like it very much, better than what I fucked it."

"No, I just learned some basic knowledge from you. I'll go see him now." Bai Ya said calmly.

"Okay, he has been locking himself in the recording studio for two days." The woman said sadly.

"Well. Then I'll go see him." Bai Ya went upstairs, walked to the room on the edge of the third floor, and knocked on the door.

"I want to be quiet." A male voice came out from inside.

"What if I say, my name is Jingjing?" Bai Ya said jokingly.

After a while, the door opened.

Bai Ya looked at the handsome man in front of her. Maybe because she was locked in the room for two days, her beard grew, her skin was white, her eyes were heavy, and her eyes were red, very decadent and in a state of condition. She looked at her and asked for help in despair.

"Can you go to your room?" Bai Ya said.

The environment he works is not convenient for his treatment.

Zhang Luo? Nodded and said hoarsely: "Okay."

Bai Ya went to his room and glanced at it. Maybe because his mother was in a low mood, she didn't clean it up properly, and she felt gray and there was no bright color. "You sit down first, wait for me."

Bai Ya said, "Go downstairs, Zhang Luo's mother is cooking."

"Auntie, can you help me buy some flowers and potted plants? I want to decorate Mr. Zhang's room. If possible, buy a cat and come back." Bai Ya said softly.

"Oh oh oh, I'll go right away." Zhang Luo's mother immediately took off her apron, turned off the gas, and went out.

Bai Ya returned to Zhang Luo's room, leaning against the sofa, closing his eyes in pain, and frowned.

"How many hours have you slept this week?" Bai Ya sat opposite him.

"For no more than 10 hours, the head hurts, the eyes hurts, the heart hurts, and the body becomes weak, but I just can't sleep." Zhang Luo said weakly.

"Are you worried about your new album?" Bai Ya asked.

"I'm worried that sales will be bad. Recently, the market has been greatly impacted by internet celebrities. There are newcomers every year when various talent shows come out. If I don't play songs, I will be eliminated by the market soon. The popularity of fans will pass and I will become a passerby." Zhang Luo said painfully.

"You still read Weibo every day?" Bai Ya asked.

"Look, I dare not post. The day before yesterday I posted a delicious food. There were only dozens of people who left the message, but no one forwarded it. It was better than an unknown internet celebrity." Zhang Luo said decadently.

"That's normal. Your Weibo is basically not updated."

"But there are more than 10 million people on me, are they all zombies? They don't pay attention to me anymore, what's the point of asking them?" Zhang Luo said irritably.

Bai Ya basically understands the reason for his collapse in his mentality. "There are talents in the country, and a generation of new people will replace old people. This is the natural law of development, but it doesn't matter. Many artists who have been deposited for more than ten years can turn over with a drama or a song. What you have to do is to have a good rest so that they can have the energy to create good songs."

"I'm afraid it's not good. At that time, I will definitely not be able to bear it." Zhang Luo said, pressing his temple.

"I have a way. When you create a song, I will ask senior music celebrities to listen to it first. If they think it is good, they can post it, so they won't be afraid of it going bad." Bai Ya suggested.

"Music is easy to be plagiarized." Zhang Luo said worriedly.

Bai Ya smiled, "This is even better. If you ask a few people to listen to it, if a big shot plagiarizes yours, it means your goodness. Moreover, if you sue, you will have exposure and popularity, and you will return to your peak of popularity again."

Zhang Luo? Listening, he suddenly became clear and his eyes radiated, "What you said makes sense, I know what to do?"

"Do you know when the brain is most active?" Bai Ya asked.

Ordering? I was puzzled and shook my head.

"It was when I was sleeping and dreaming. I remember there was a scientific teaching teacher named Kekule who encountered a problem and could not write the structure of the benzene molecule. He was dreaming of the constantly rotating carbon atoms. The long chains of carbon atoms were coiled and curled like snakes. After grabbing his tail, he suddenly woke up. So, sleeping more will help your creation."

"I understand, I'll go to bed now." Zhang Luo said with a smile.

Bai Ya took out a bottle from her bag and handed it to Zhang Luo. "If you can sleep, just sleep. If you really can't sleep, just take a tablet at twenty hours. I don't want you to rely too much on medicine."

"Thank you, Dr. Bai."
Chapter completed!