: Chapter 05. The Lamb Calling

[If you want to make your life different in your life, do n’t you have to do something you would n’t do in your life? 】
A messy house.
The obese man shook his body against the white .
Liu Xiaoyun stretched his legs and let the ugly man with a big belly in and out of him. He raised his chin and stared blankly at the tarnished dark ceiling.
If you find such a list of three or four, you can pay the rent for this month. You can only eat instant noodles for two weeks. Yesterday he even collapsed on a guest ’s bed, but it was also good luck. Thinking that he was too heroic, he gave him 20 yuan more proudly.
After waiting to go, have a bowl of beef noodles.
Thinking in my head, my body was broken into various humiliating postures. Unless I really hurt and hummed twice, the teenager didn't speak much.
The guests were dissatisfied and waved a slap.
"Why do you bite your mouth? When you come out to sell, you want to set up a torii, and give Lao Tzu a few words!"
Liu Xiaoyun's entire head was slapped into the pillow, and the tongue should have been bitten by the defense, and the mouth was full of smell.
The teenager gathered his fists and prepared to make a low-pitched voice, but before he spoke, he already had the hiss of others, screaming from the struggle of other populations.
Liu Xiaoyun horrified his head, but he saw that the man who was still cruelly galloping on him was grabbed by a large hand and pulled his hair back. His guests panicked and pale on top of his head, a sneering face.
This face is handsome and rough, like some kind of quaint and sharp weapon. A scar on the left cheek vents the person's impetuous anger with a smell.
"You owe us money but you still have the energy to devastate the flowers of the motherland. You are so brave. You fat pig."
The man's voice was also low. He sneered and took out a small knife, biting the scabbard with his teeth, slicing the blade along the curvature of the fat man's mouth, and sawing the man's entire face in half laterally.
The man's movements were extremely smooth, his expression relaxed as if he was chopping a cabbage instead of splitting a man's face, and then he grabbed the man's hair and dragged the naked-naked fat body out of the bed. Because of the violent movements, Liu Xiaoyun even saw the fat man's chin squeeze out of his jaw and blood spattered his face.
Bloody Liu Xiaoyun had lost his ability to scream in horror.
No one was in charge of him, and the few people who came with the scarred man flashed into all the houses and began to search, and finally collected a few tens of cash and three or four bank cards.
The brutal tiger scarred man said blankly, "Let him write down all the bank passwords before he faints, and chop his toes every five seconds."
Several men immediately nodded and squatted in front of the fat man who was screaming on the floor. Liu Xiaoyun was still sitting naked on the bed, not seeing what those people did to the guests who were extremely sick to him three minutes ago.
Too cruel, too bloody, Liu Xiaoyun has lost any possibility of gloating, and he even wonders if he will be killed afterwards.
Just as he thought so, the man with a long scar on his cheek glanced at him squinted, a look of no temperature.
The sweat in Liu Xiaoyun's palm was all cold at this moment.
He looked pale and watched the man close his forehead, carefully looked at his face, and even set off his bangs to look carefully, as if appreciating the goods. The man's rough fingers rubbed his forehead.
Liu Xiaoyun dared not breathe.
"How much do you sell him for one night?"
"5 ... 50." Liu Xiaoyun replied hoarsely.
"50?" The Scar Scarred Man opened his mouth in surprise. "You think you are a rotten cabbage, even if you come out to be a duck, I have never seen you so selfish."
Liu Xiaoyun could not smirk for a while, not because of himself ... just a cheap-goods worth only 50.
It must be killed.
It seems to be alive like this ... and it really has no value.
The Scarred Man no longer looked at him, took the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette in his mouth, and someone immediately set fire to him.
"How about following me? If you do it under my hands, I can let you sell at least 5000 or even 50000 in one night. How about 37?
The young boy's eyes widened in amazement. He sat on the bed full of body fluids and blood and looked at the lazy smoking man in disbelief.
what did he say……? At least 5000? Three to seven? Can he get one thousand five at a time? He has never owned more than a thousand dollars in his life, and then gave the money to the blood-suckers in the nursing home, they will definitely be better for grandma ...
Just thinking, Liu Xiaoyun's face flushed excitedly.
The Scar Scarred Man looked at the excited white boy, sneered disdainfully, stretched his hand and flicked the ashes, leaving his last words to him.
"Then you remember my name, my name is Chen Tunnel. As for your name, I am not interested now, but you have to find a way to let me remember in the future, otherwise you may die like this idiot On the dirty floor. "
The last scene when Liu Xiaoyun saw Chen Tunnel for the first time was when he dropped his cigarette butts on the ground at random, and left coldly the dilapidated rental house dripping with blood.

After receiving a phone call, Chen Chuan, who had walked out of the rental house, frowned obviously, and his eyes, which were always unstoppable, clearly showed a surprised look.
"Sure enough, I don't understand what the flowers of the motherland are thinking, either to be a duck or to be a little white face, and none of them are doing serious things ..."
Chen Tunnel mumbled and immediately broadcast a call on his mobile phone. Because of his prudence and nervousness, he deliberately walked down one floor, so that there was no noise from his men.
He cleared his throat before daring to speak word by word:
"Hey, boss, it's me, Chen Tunnel. I have news from Master Su An."
"……Say."
The other party only responded with a word.
"The boy from Su An—No, Master Su An left and rented a small apartment in Dongyang District on the outskirts of the city. The public security environment is pretty good." On the other end of the phone, Chen Tunnel deliberately over-respected and pleased sound.
"So?" Su Xitang asked coldly.
The phone was obviously choking, and he immediately laughed in a dogleg. "Of course this is not the point. The point is that Master Su An submitted a resume to Mars half a week ago."
The hand that poured Burgundy wine into the glass paused. "Which subsidiary of Mars?"
"Mars ... entertainment." Chen Tunnel's tone across the phone answered strangely.
After corking the red wine bottle and putting it back in the wine cabinet, Su Xitang took a goblet and sat back on the sofa. "So you mean, my son who has changed his temperament, is he going to enter the entertainment industry as a star?"
"Well, unexpectedly ... it should be so, and according to the information I just got, Mars has informed him that he had passed the preliminary screening and asked him to interview tomorrow."
The red wine in front is deep in color, with a hint of soy sauce, floral and licorice. It is rich in aroma and refreshing. If the critics see it, it is as crazy as the violinist encountered the most magnificent chapter.
However, in Su Xitang's eyes, all wines, regardless of variety, expensive or cheap, have only one function, which is heating.
"Since my son finally has some life pursuits, my father will certainly not stop. You continue to pay attention to his situation," Su Xitang continued. "But if it is not a major event, you do not need to notify me."
Chen Tunnel immediately responded, but he naturally knew that everything in the world, except life and death, is not a trivial matter?
After hanging up the phone, Su Xitang looked at the red wine in the glass silently, as if it was a crumbling dusk.
Suddenly, the young man staring at himself in the dusk appeared in his mind. It was really like a young leopard that hadn't had time to grow its teeth. It was useless and weak like all cubs, but it had different potentials and future.
Su Xitang declined to comment on the sudden emergence of the memories, but sipped the mellow wine in one glass.
However, no matter how rich and mellow the juice, this pale man can not add even half a blood.

Wow la la, la la la.
Su An looked down at the white hands under the faucet soaking in the water and entered the tenth minute of a daze.
He has always had such a little habit of being a quirk. Whenever he is nervous, he likes to wash his hands for a long time. Watching the water slide across his skin and feeling the coolness, he will calm down inexplicably.
It's not easy enough to enter the entertainment circle in my last life. Although I have changed my skin in this life, I can definitely make my own thorny road smoother. Su An doesn't know. So he was nervous.
Su An exhaled deeply, turned off the faucet, wiped his hands with tissues, and turned to prepare to walk out of the bathroom.
In the compartment behind him, there was a calling voice, soft and glutinous, as weak as a little sheep.
"That ... is there anyone outside?"
Su An raised an eyebrow and responded, "Is there anything I need to help?" Immediately added, "Is there no paper in your compartment?"
The person in the cubicle paused for a while before responding in a clearly embarrassed tone: "... Yes, can you help me get some paper, thank you."
Sure enough, this rotten stalk.
Su An went directly to the next door, squatted down with some paper and passed the paper through the gap in the partition.
Immediately, a hand took his tissue, and his soft skin felt.
"Thank you ..." The people in the cubicle thanked again.
At least he didn't let him receive Yixiang, it was already a comedy on earth, Su An thought boredly. After saying nothing, he went straight out of the bathroom.
After waiting for another half an hour, many interviewers have started to play mobile phones boringly.
Su An sat quietly in his seat and observed everyone.
April 20 is the day when Mars Entertainment recruits new recruits. Because Mars has half of the status in the entertainment industry, there are more than 100 people lined up outside the interview hall. What really surprised people is that the young people who came for the interview were all handsome men and women, all of them were of good looks, even temperament was not ordinary, and there were even a few boys, Su An recognized his own skin. They are not comparable.
However, Su An believes that as long as he sees the pale and ghostly man named Su Xitang, everyone will be like himself, and he does n’t feel that these young people with good skin appearance are all eye-catching. It is the difference between cloud and mud.
The memories in his mind told him that 20-year-old Su Xitang had taken him as an orphan at 6 years old, and his 26-year-old soul was contained in this 19-year-old body. Then Su Xitang is actually 33 years old this year. However, Su Xitang that Su An saw when she was reborn was like a cold vampire, always maintaining her youthful appearance in her twenties.
Su An suddenly frowned, not very happy about the fact that he suddenly remembered his nominal uncle.
I won't see you anyway in the future anymore. The man is also so happy that his righteous son is far away, and they are all happy.
Su An exhaled.
The door of the interview hall was suddenly opened.
The interviewers waiting outside the door raised their heads, and they saw a slender figure come out, probably because the boy was too white and tender, and looked like a frightened sheep. The sheep-like teenager lined up outside the door and looked at his stranger with a blank expression on his face.
"That ... the interviewer asked me to find an interviewer to cooperate with, you ... would anyone help me?"
no respond.
Just kidding, everyone who came to the interview prepared their own unique skills. How could it be possible for them to appear in front of the interviewer as a supporting image, maybe they have to show the topics they are not familiar with. It's not about being a bodhisattva to spend all sentient beings.
Su An raised his head slightly and looked at the boy who was desperate in front of the door.
He recognized the boy's voice as the boy in the toilet who asked him to hand over toilet paper.
Su An looked at the boy who looked like a kind of docile and lovely creature in front of him, and suddenly there was a weak current across his heart.
If you put it in his last life, he will definitely be more mental than one less, regardless of whether or not. However, if he wanted to make his life different, wouldn't he have to do what he wouldn't do in his life?
After waiting for half a minute but no one responded, Han Jiabi finally gave up.
Go back and tell the strange person that he didn't find someone to help, and then reap the sentence "Thank you for coming to the interview. We will notify you of the result of the interview". The result was rejected outside the door of Mars.
Obviously the previous interview was so successful, several interviewers were so satisfied with their singing, but halfway rushed out an uncle to make such a difficult request.
Han Jiabi pursed his lips, released his hand tightly holding the door handle, and lowered his head to prepare to return to the interview hall.
"--I'll go with you." A male voice suddenly sounded.
This is not the one that helped me pass paper in the bathroom before--
Han Jiabi opened his eyes wide and watched a young boy in the corner stand up and walk towards himself.
"What is the topic of cooperation?"
At the moment when Han Jiabi was still stunned but unable to return to God, the boy in front of him asked.
"No, I didn't say ..." Han Jiabi started talking.
The boy frowned, and only a sudden he calmed down his calm face again, "Then go in."
Bjork sat on the interviewer's desk bouncing his legs boringly, watching the boy at the door stagnating, and finally began to be a little irritable, but thinking about the boy's voice, he took it out of his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. I'm going to pick one out.
"Associate Director, smoking is not allowed during the interview, or you ..." The interviewer who was blocked by Bjork behind the desk was not angry at all, even if the man with his back on him could not see it, he held it The extremely flattering smile smiled carefully.
Bjork glanced down at the smoke at his fingertips, a flash of violence flashed in his eyes, and then throwing the smoke on the table with an irritable look, an interviewer immediately put the smoke into the drawer like a little assistant.
Then, the teenager at the door finally turned and walked back, followed by a young boy, walking gracefully, and not forgetting to bring the door of the interview hall.
Mars Entertainment Group ’s Deputy Director of Artists in Greater China sat indifferently on the desk, staring at Erlang ’s legs and looking at him inexplicably towards his two young boys.
He has just met Han Jiabi. The newborn lamb has a soft appearance. No matter men, women and children look like it, his voice is very different from his weak appearance.
The young man walking behind Han Jiabi, whose long figure, fair skin, smoky hair color and delicate facial features are placed on the street is a top-notch beautiful man. It is not so amazing to Bjork who has seen countless entertainers. It was just that his lips were thin and pink, and Liu Hai's next pair of eyes were hazy, and the rounded eye shape suddenly picked up at the corner of the eye, which seemed extremely lazy and even charming. It was like a cat, and the teenager looked at him after squinting, like a young leopard.
Bjork looked down at the two people in front of him, and the teenager who arrived backward said coldly: "... What's your name?"
Su An raised his head slightly and looked at the middle-aged man with a beard and a scumbag sitting in front of him.
He did not know Su An, but Su An knew him. When he was called Su An before his rebirth, it was the time for a down-and-out third-rate actor.
This person ’s other deeds may not be well-known, but just by bringing out an artist, he became the director of the artist management department of Mars Entertainment Greater China, because the artist is the emperor of the film, the emperor is the king of music, There is no king of entertainment in the world.
That man is Zhang Liubai, and he has reached the top of the undisputed era icon in the entertainment industry at the age of 26.
After sending Zhang Liubai to the top, this mysterious man from Hong Kong who only knew his English name was Bjork resigned his position as Zhang Liubai's agent, and at the same time, he took the position of his director as a deputy director and went to the United States under the post of deputy director. Said to go to the headquarters to study further.
Now he has returned to China and is still interviewing for new recruits at Mars.
The opportunity is coming. This was Su An's first reaction to seeing Bjork. Surely it would be lucky to do something that I didn't dare to do before.
"Good afternoon, interviewers, my name is Su An, a local from city a, 19 years old this year."
An assistant immediately turned over Su An ’s resume and handed it out to the middle-aged man sitting at the desk.
Bjork glanced down casually, and looked at the calm cat-eyed teenager with a smile: "... A specialty is acting?"
"Yes," the teenager replied neatly.
After throwing his resume on the table, Bjork made a hutch and spoke lazily:
"Then you sing a song with him."