Terror broadcast

“A long, long time ago, you owned me and I owned you.

A long, long time ago, you left me and went to soar in the sky.

The world outside is wonderful, but the world outside is helpless..."

The resident singer, who had hair similar to Qi Qin's, sang emotionally there. Since it was afternoon, there were not many customers in the bar.

While the fat man was drinking a cocktail, he gently tapped the table with his palms and beat to the tune of the music.

Su Bai leaned his hands behind his back and lay lazily on the chair.

After the song ended, Fatty opened his eyes with a touch of melancholy and sadness.

"He sings really well." Fatty praised.

"It's a pity that I am imitating a outdated singer." Su Bai said.

"You don't understand art." The fat man gave Su Bai a middle finger to show his contempt for Su Bai's blasphemy of art.

"I understand life." Su Bai accepted this sentence, and then gently tapped his coffee cup with a spoon. Su Bai didn't drink a sip of this cup of coffee, even the coffee cup, sugar cubes, etc. Authentic, but it cannot conceal the essence of a cup of instant coffee. Obviously, this bar is not as pure as imagined.

"I'm going in tomorrow. I feel like I haven't relaxed for long before I have to go in again." The fat man looked very sentimental, "I don't know when it will be over."

Su Bai continued to add sugar to his coffee, although he did not intend to drink it.

"What about you?" Fatty asked when Su Bai didn't respond.

"I enjoy it." Su Bai replied.

"I also want to become mentally ill, so that I can have the subjective initiative to enter the world of the story." Fatty joked.

"You asked me out today just to talk about chicken soup for the soul to soothe your nervousness about entering the story world tomorrow?" Su Bai tapped his spoon gently on the coffee cup, matching the rhythm of the new clothes song.

"I don't know many people in Shanghai. Before entering the story world, I used to find someone to chat with and relax myself." The fat man smiled, "But it seems like you don't like Qing."

"I'm not that artistic." Su Bai said.

"But you look very artistic, with a handsome face, a cool temperament, and you can also play the piano. Gee, you are much more popular in places like this than me. Generally, places like Qingba are used to hook up with frustrated young women and young girls in Huaichun. of holy places.”

Su Bai took a deep breath and stretched out his hand to signal the waiter to come over and pay.

"Sit a little longer." The fat man said a little dissatisfied. He hadn't had enough fun yet.

"Then you take your time and play." Su Bai put the cash on the table, walked out of the bar, took out a cigarette, and held it in his mouth. The fat man followed him out.

"You are really frustrated." The fat man complained.

Su Bai blew out a smoke ring and nodded, "Are you going back to the hotel?"

"Where are you going?" the fat man asked.

"I'm going to see a friend. She was injured a while ago. I don't know how she is doing now."

"The audience?"

"No, they are ordinary people."

"Where are you going to see?"

"Prince Building."

"Okay, let's go together. Anyway, I'm going to use it today to adjust my mental state." Fatty seemed very indifferent. Every listener has his own way of relaxing and adjusting before entering the story world. For Su Bai, he The best way to adjust is to watch TV and play with toys with the little one.

Su Bai drove the car out. When the fat man on the side saw the car, he held his chin in surprise: "Fuck, are you going to be so awesome? You really replaced the Lamborghini with a Poussin."

"Get in the car. This car was given by a friend, otherwise I would have to ride a battery car out today." Su Bai waved to the fat man.

The fat man got into the car. This obviously second-hand Poussin made the fat man very uncomfortable.

"All cars are actually the same. Anyway, if you die, I will burn a paper car for you at most."

"When did you have this kind of ideological consciousness?" The fat man muttered, "You can contact the monk to shave your head."

Su Bai didn't speak and just drove quietly. After a quarter of an hour, the car drove into the underground parking lot of the Prince's Building.

"It's so hot." The fat man got out of the car and started to fan himself with his hands. "Does your friend run a company here?"

"Almost, we have a studio."

"A studio? Does it make animation or games?"

"Relieving stress, physical therapist." Su Bai said deliberately vaguely.

"Damn, this is okay. Fatty happens to be entering the story world tomorrow and needs to relax."

A meaningful smile appeared on Su Bai's lips, and then he nodded, "Okay, I'll pay for it for you."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, don't you have no money? You are still spending money so lavishly."

“What you don’t bring with you in life is what you won’t take with you in death, as long as it’s enough.”

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are indeed a down-and-out rich man. His confidence in speaking in Poussin is different."

Su Bai smiled, then walked into the elevator, and the fat man came in immediately.

The elevator began to rise, and the fat man began to do preparatory exercises.

"What?" Su Bai asked.

"If you want to get a massage, of course you have to loosen your muscles first."

"Well, I'm very experienced."

"Of course, hehe."

When they reached the floor, Su Bai walked out and came to the door of Ying Ying'er's office. Su Bai saw an open sign hanging on the door. It seemed that Ying Ying'er had started working again.

After walking in, Su Bai saw Ying Ying'er wearing a white dress and sitting behind the desk writing and drawing. Her skin color was a bit too white. It shouldn't be the effect of cosmetics, but her own weakness that led to lack of energy and blood. It used to be smooth, but it seems that Yingying'er's health is indeed not well yet. This woman is really working hard for her "career".

When Ying Ying'er saw someone coming, she looked up and immediately stood up enthusiastically: "Young Master Su, I'm glad to see you again."

The fat man standing behind Su Bai also saw Ying Ying'er's appearance, and immediately showed a look like Brother Pig. Obviously, the fat man was very satisfied with Ying Ying'er's appearance, and thought if he could be treated like this before entering the story world. It would be a pleasant thing to have a massage to relax with this woman. It's a pity. The fat man felt a little regretful in his heart. The fool also knew that the way this woman looked at Su Bai was a little different, so he fancied the negative distance physical contact. It's impossible.

If Su Bai knew what the fat man was thinking at this time, he would probably laugh out loud. The curtain in the office has not been opened yet, and the utensils are still hidden inside. To be honest, Su Bai had no intention of bringing this slut with him. The fat man came here, but this fat man wanted to come with him to experience it, so Su Bai was really looking forward to it.

"Your friend? Why don't you introduce me?" Ying Ying'er looked at the fat man standing behind Su Bai and felt slightly happy.

This etiquette is very classical, and it reveals a very special ladylike temperament in Yingying'er.

Su Bai silently touched the tip of his nose, "Just call him Fatty, he's a nice guy. Fatty, this is Ying Ying'er, professional."

"Professional?" Fatty repeated, then smiled and said, "I like it."

"Can you still go to work now?" Su Bai looked at Yingying'er, "Don't force it."

"It's okay, I don't wear that kind of uniform, but I happen to have a kimono that suits me right now." Ying Ying'er smiled slyly.

Su Bai understood, reached out and patted Yingying'er's shoulder, "You're welcome."

"I'm a professional." Ying Ying'er responded.

At this time, Su Bai's cell phone suddenly rang. It was the monk's call.

"I'll go outside to take a call. You can help my friend relax first."

After saying that, Su Bai took the phone and walked out of the office, closing the office door.

Walking to the window in the corridor, Su Bai pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Su Bai."

The monk's voice was still so upright and peaceful.

Sometimes Su Bai even thinks that the monk is very suitable to be a network anchor. He doesn't do anything else and just silently recites "Amitabha" in front of the camera. He is probably more popular than those women who expose their breasts. The anchor’s popularity is many times higher.

"What's the matter?" Su Bai asked, and at the same time, Su Bai was mentally prepared that the monk might ask about the painting.

"The poor monk will come to Shanghai tomorrow to attend a religious and cultural conference. He may want to bother you then."

"It's okay. I will be responsible for receiving you when you come to Shanghai."

"Well, that's it, Amitabha."

"Amitabha." Su Bai hung up the phone.

Later, Su Bai walked to the office door and found that there was no movement inside. Su Bai was a little surprised and gently opened the office door and walked in. He did not believe that Ying Ying'er was really giving a massage to the fat man.

Sure enough, the fat man's hands were locked in shackles, and Ying Ying'er had changed into a soft Hanfu. There was a huge contrast between her clothes and the surrounding environment, giving people an even stronger sensory stimulation.

She is truly a woman who looks like a fairy.

There was a plastic bag on the fat man's head, and his body was shaking slightly. With Yingying'er's professional-level progress, the fat man seemed to be enjoying it a little bit.

At this time, Su Bai's mobile phone suddenly pushed a news message. Su Bai clicked it and looked at it, then raised his head and said to the fat man who was enjoying himself in front of him:

"Fat man, have you watched "Our Ten Years"?"

The fat man shook his head.

"Qiao Renliang, do you know?"

The fat man shook his head again, obviously he was not interested in the entertainment industry.

"A very good actor and singer committed suicide." Su Bai said sadly. "There were rumors on the Internet that he had bruises on his body and a plastic bag on his head when he died. These media are really unscrupulous. , even a deceased person is not spared, and he is arranged like this for the sake of news clicks.

I have watched his movies and listened to his songs before. He was a pretty good young man. Alas, may the deceased rest in peace. These media reporters who spread rumors will definitely be punished. There is no bottom line at all. "

The fat man heard plastic bags, bruises, and death.

His whole body trembled, and he immediately began to struggle desperately:

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"