The stunning doctor woman favored by the wealthy

Chapter 225 His Name
The scorching sun instantly burns away the air-conditioning that just got out of the air-conditioned car, and every pore is clamoring for heat.

The platinum-gold sunlight seemed to be swaying in circles in front of his eyes, making him dizzy, giving birth to pieces of hallucinations.

The people who sang on the stage were sweating profusely.

He is really thin. He is wearing a white T-shirt with English printing. It is empty. His exposed wrist is plucking the strings of the guitar. The wrist bones are protruding. Swaying back and forth, the wind poured in along.

The bulky acoustic guitar rests on his thin and thin shoulders, making people afraid that the guitar will crush and break his shoulders.

Occasionally, the back is exposed from the side, the T-shirt is wet with sweat, and large oval water stains are clinging to the back. The two protruding butterfly bones are very eye-catching.

Thin, tall, as if he doesn't care about his surroundings, even numb.

His short hair, which had not been trimmed for a period of time, was wet with sweat and stuck tightly to his jawbone. Round beads of sweat rolled from his upper eyelids into his eye sockets. When he blinked, half of the sweat entered and half came out. , as if nothing had happened.

He is special.

"Excuse me, how long will he sing on it?" Su Xue grabbed the host and asked.

The host looked at the little girl puzzled: "There are still a few times, he and the other will take turns and sing five songs in each turn."

"Thank you. May I ask his name?"

The host was even more surprised: "His name is Xinghe." He still answered.

"I heard that he was a serious singer before. He had released an album and was a little famous. Now he is living here with us." The host said while giving Suxue two promotional brochures.

After stuffing it, he turned around and went to find someone else.

The sound of music, the sound of traffic, and the noise of the crowd all merged together, but the man's singing voice faintly jumped out of it, extremely clear.

"Let's wait a while." Su Xue said.

Han Sui seemed to understand something: "Do you want to sign him?"

"Well, I have this idea, but let's get in touch first. I think he still has ideas about this circle, otherwise he wouldn't have come to this point and insisted on doing this business." Hard work is also very hard, if you really rely on this bum ,not easy.

Han Sui looked at the Xingxing River again, and he could see that his recent situation was quite embarrassing, both mentally and materially.

With such a thin appearance, for his body shape, the bones are already protruding, and he is too thin.

Like a bamboo pole, it will fall when the wind blows.

It can be seen that the outline of the face is very good. If it is a little fatter and more energetic, it will be quite handsome.

As a former singer, he was once famous, so his appearance should not be too bad.

The sun was burning directly on his body, the sweat condensed on his arms could be clearly seen, and the steaming heat ran away from his dry skin.

His voice gradually became hoarse, and he was no longer as comfortable as before.

After the five songs were over and there was an intermission in the music, Wei Congxing finally had a chance to rest. He closed his mouth, stopped speaking, and let his throat be quiet.He had been on the stage for so long just now, and the sun had made his throat almost smoke, every trace of moisture was squeezed out, and it took a lot of effort to speak a word.

He came down the stage, his thin body was carrying a huge guitar, his steps were weak, and he wobbled unsteadily when he walked down the steps.

Frowning slightly, he felt the snowflakes of the TV flashed in front of his eyes, making him dizzy.

The heat wave-like air pushed his consciousness to drift.

Holding the guitar tightly, he hurriedly found a place under the shed in the corner and sat down. His legs were almost limp, and he didn't want to stand up again after sitting down, and he didn't want to move at all, as if he couldn't sing any longer.

But I still have to continue singing, today's activity is not over yet.

Xingxing He sat blankly on the plastic chair with his guitar in his arms, staring blankly at the crowd not far away and the singers on the stage, everything seemed so illusory.

A few years ago, he was still invited to participate in brand activities of some international brands, opening ceremonies of large shopping malls, and occasional TV program announcements. Some people listened to his songs, had fans who supported him, and many people wanted to Interviewed him, and many people know his name.He thought that his career would be smooth sailing from now on, and he would go on smoothly...

Alas, a rising star doesn't mean much in this circle.

He can stand out, and so can others, and he can also be suppressed at any time, life or death, which is also very common here.It's just that Wei Congxing didn't expect that such a thing would happen in his life.

With his temperament, he is very stubborn, and the final result can only be to hide, suppress, and disappear.

The entertainment industry changes too fast, those who are not exposed, those who are no longer mentioned, will soon be forgotten by people.Even the fans who once loved him will gradually give up and forget him because they can't get news about him or hear their expected works.

There was only a glimmer of hope in the career, and it was ruthlessly snuffed out.

He went back to the time when he was working hard at the beginning, maybe not as good as that time. After experiencing the taste of red, it always feels not so good to fall down.

But he will continue to sing, and he still wants to take a gamble.

Even if the hope is slim, although now he can only accept this kind of shopping mall's festival promotions. Fortunately, the amount of work is huge and thankless, and few passers-by will listen to his singing seriously.But at least I can continue to sing, have people listen to me, earn money to feed myself, live in this city, and continue to look for opportunities, which is already very good.

At least he can continue to pursue his dreams. Even if he lives in a small basement room in Shiping, he can still have dreams.

There was no light on the road ahead.

He also approached some agency companies, but the requirements they put forward were either harsh or extremely perfunctory to him. They would rather have a newcomer than an old artist, especially since he offended someone in the circle, so he was hidden So far.

Wei Xinghe recently sent out some resumes, but all of them fell into the sea, and there was no reply.

He was only looking for a part-time job, and people wanted him one after another. Fortunately, he was able to earn some money to eat and live in this expensive place.

Sometimes I can't even get enough to eat.

The bright and splendid world has nothing to do with him now, even looking at the prosperity in front of him is boring.

He bowed his head and sighed inaudibly, in his heart.

"Satellite River?"

The crisp and sweet female voice ding-dong sounded, and he thought it was a hallucination.

It was only when the shadow hit him that he realized in a daze that it was not an illusion, it was a real person calling his name, and it was a girl—he subconsciously looked back and saw a very beautiful and delicate girl who was even more popular than him At that time, the models and stars who had pursued him were countless times more beautiful.

She is also an insider?

There was no expression on Wei Xinghe's face, and there was always a sense of indifference, fragility and decadence. His amber eyes blinked emotionlessly, and their eyelashes were long.

He was looking at her suspiciously, a little surprised by her appearance.

　I fell asleep while writing... I opened my eyes and looked, it was too late...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)