The room is about 12 square meters. It can’t be said to be simple, but it can’t be said to be comfortable at all...if I had to say it, it should be said that it is liveable.?
There is a huge trellis in the center of the room, used as a partition. The trellis is almost filled with all kinds of records and BSP; this is almost all of Cheng Yiran's property... He even regards it as wealth.
thing.
All the collections collected over the years are stored here.
It was already time for the sun to set and the city lights to turn on. A feeling of hunger made Cheng Yiran wake up from his sleep. He came back from the nightclub last night and bought a dozen beers at the convenience store downstairs.
One person was drinking, and the other person kept strumming the strings of this magical electric guitar in his hand, and fell asleep without knowing when.
When Cheng Yiran opened his eyes, his head was heavy, his stomach was even a little uncomfortable, and his mouth was dry. He didn't get up immediately, but subconsciously stretched out his hand to rub his forehead, and then looked outside through the curtains.
light.
Countless times, I have looked at the neon lights outside like this... Cheng Yiran found that he had not seen the sun at 1st o'clock in the morning for a long time.
Ever since he started performing in various nightclubs, his days and nights have become the same as other people's nights and days.
As soon as Cheng Yiran put his hand down, he could easily reach a guitar stacked on top of him. He often did this and fell asleep with the guitar on top of him.
After twiddling his fingers a few times, Cheng Yiran suddenly sat up.
He opened his eyes wide and looked at the guitar in his hand... He even rubbed his eyes vigorously, "I... it turns out it wasn't a dream."
The moment his fingers came into contact with the strings, the feeling that seemed to conquer everyone almost spread throughout his whole body!
"Ha...haha...hahaha..."
Wildness... Endless wildness began to emerge in his heart, like a burning fire, and Cheng Yiran laughed alone.
Cheng Yiran subconsciously picked up the phone. The first name on the phone book was Hong Guan's name... He hesitated.
He thought of the fish egg seller, and the bag placed in front of the snack stall...the bass.
Thirteen missed calls, seven messages.
Cheng Yiran did not make the call in the end, but saw that many people seemed to be looking for him... Two of them were from Hong Guan, six were from Manager Dai, and the rest were all unfamiliar numbers.
Hong Guan left a message asking him where he was and what his situation was.
Manager Dai also left a message asking him how he thought about it... Cheng Yiran watched all the way, with a smile subconsciously showing on his face.
The last message read: Hello, Mr. Cheng Yiran, I am from the production department of Feiyun Entertainment Co., Ltd. I was also in the nightclub last night and saw your performance. Our company is very interested in you. Please reply to the call if it is convenient.
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"Feiyun Entertainment?" Cheng Yiran was stunned... He seemed to have no impression of Feiyun Entertainment.
But he had never been in contact with a similar record company or entertainment company, so he couldn't help but be curious to find out, so he quickly called them.
"Hello, who are you?"
"I'm Cheng Yiran." Cheng Yiran took a deep breath, but tried to keep his voice calm, "I saw your message...how did you know my phone number?"
"Oh! Mr. Cheng Yiran, you finally replied to me." The person on the other side of the phone said happily: "Mr. Cheng, I have been waiting for your call for a day. I asked someone at the nightclub to get your number.
.By the way, I haven’t introduced myself yet, my name is Li Zifeng!”
"Oh... Mr. Li, hello." Cheng Yiran said casually: "What do you want from me?"
"It's like this. I wonder if Mr. Cheng, are you interested in further developing into the entertainment industry?" Li Zifeng smiled and said, "Our company is currently preparing several projects to find some potential newcomers."
"Feiyun Entertainment... I really don't think I've heard of it." Cheng Yiran said coldly.
Li Zifeng said: "Of course, because the company has just been reorganized, it is certain that Mr. Cheng has not heard of it. However, you must have heard of the predecessor of our company... Tianying Entertainment Co., Ltd., Mr. Cheng has heard of it
Have you passed?"
"Tianying Entertainment?" Cheng Yiran was stunned and said in surprise: "Could it be the Tianying Entertainment that once made the previous singer famous... Tu Jiaya?"
"Exactly." Li Zifeng said: "Our company fell into a downturn due to some things before, and the previous boss even... However, Mr. Cheng can rest assured that those are all in the past. Now after the reorganization, Feiyun Entertainment has a
There are huge financial backers that you can’t imagine. Our company’s strength cannot be said in the world, but looking at the entire country, it is also absolutely first-class! This is a good opportunity, and I think Mr. Cheng you will not give up, right?
?”
Feiyun...Entertainment.
Cheng Yiran's heart beat wildly a few times, but he still tried to calm down as much as possible. But his palms suddenly started to sweat.
"I think we can meet." Cheng Yiran finally took a deep breath and said.
every dog has his day.
…
…
Club, this place seems to last forever.
In front of Su Zijun, an ancient parchment scroll slowly unfolded. She needed to press her palm on it before the deal with the club could be established.
Her eyesight is naturally not comparable to ordinary monsters... But even so, she still can't figure out how the parchment appears.
Here, there is a mysterious power flowing all the time, bypassing all her perceptions and even isolating her from all reactions to the outside world.
By observing this parchment, Su Zijun came to a conclusion that shocked him: this small shop has its own system... It seems to be completely independent from this world.
But it also has an inextricable and intangible relationship with the real world.
"Guest, once the fingerprint is pressed, the contract will take effect." Luo Qiu looked at Su Zijun calmly and said.
After thinking for a few seconds, Su Zijun nodded and slowly moved her fingers closer to the parchment... As she got closer, she could feel a restraining force beginning to form around her.
Not just her body... this power seemed to be able to bind her spirit and even her soul.
There is something deeper within her soul.
The moment his fingers were about to get close to the parchment, Su Zijun suddenly raised his head and looked at Luo Qiu in front of him, "Who...are you?"
Luo Qiu seemed to have thought about this issue carefully.
"I'm also... looking for answers."
Su Zijun finally pressed the bill on the parchment... She didn't feel any discomfort on her body, but she felt like she was marked by something deep in her body.
Put a mark on it.
…
"that's all?"
Soon after, Su Zijun frowned. She subconsciously looked at her hands and squinted at Luo Qiu, "Why are my injuries still there?"
"Miss Zijun, your injuries are too serious." Luo Qiu said calmly: "Even with all the souls in the soul tomb you mentioned, it cannot heal your injuries immediately."
Su Zijun narrowed his eyes and said in a slightly cold voice: "In other words, you are lying to me... right?"
"No, no." Luo Qiu shook his head and said, "It just makes your recovery slower."
With that said, Luo Qiu took a tall glass from the bar of the club and placed it in front of Su Zijun. From the bottom of the glass, some strange liquid began to emerge.
Dark red...but there are a lot of golden light spots inside...like tiny golden sands.
Thick dark red liquid mixed with golden sand began to appear from the bottom of the cup, and then slowly began to rise until the liquid occupied about a quarter of the cup, and then stopped.
Su Zijun's nose moved and he said in surprise: "Is this...blood?"
But she couldn't smell the smell of blood. Her body's instinct told her that this was indeed blood. And it was blood that gave her an irrepressible impulse.
"Of course." Luo Qiu smiled slightly and pushed the cup towards Su Zijun, "Drink it, and Miss Zijun's injuries should be able to fully recover within two days...both inside and outside."
Su Zijun did not act immediately, but said in a deep voice: "Whose blood is this?"
Luo Qiu whispered, "...Cain." (To be continued.) 8
