Ming Weiting listened to him playing the song slowly.
Luo Chi’s physical strength can’t keep up. He was running a low-grade fever, and his strength was weak to begin with. He had to rely on the rehabilitation exercises of the past few days to make up for it. By the last sentence, he could barely lift his body.
Luo Chi tried his best to suppress the trembling of his right hand. When he was about to fall down due to exhaustion, Ming Weiting suddenly held his hand.
Ming Weiting's strength continued steadily, and following his guidance, he played the last few notes with him.
Ming Weiting lowered his gaze and saw Luo Chi's eyes lowered with concentration.
It is indeed comfortable on rainy days.
Perfect for staying in and sleeping at home.
Ming Weiting played the whole song with him, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held down by the strength of Luo Chi's hand.
I have been taking care of Luo Chi these days and it has become a habit. Ming Weiting was about to withdraw his strength, but he stilled it and held Luo Chi's trembling right hand: "Does it hurt?"
Luo Chi shook his head and wiped the sweat off his face.
He held Mr. Shadow's hand with his right hand and looked at Ming Weiting with bright eyes.
The light outside the window was very dim, and there was no light on in the room, but this dimness did not seem depressing or dull at all.
Ming Weiting thought about the reason for a while, and then found out that it was because of Luo Chi.
Because of Luo Chi, nothing is boring.
Luo Chi didn't know that at the bonfire party ten years ago, he was not the only one attending on the cruise ship.
The weather was gloomy all day and the guests were in low spirits. There was no activity planned for the evening. It was just a temporary diversion due to unsuitable weather for sailing. It was a very ordinary temporary port of call.
Mrs. Ren installed a pickup on Luo Chi's guitar and connected it to an effects unit and a speaker, so that the sound can be transmitted from far away.
Where Luo Chi couldn't see, someone opened the window and walked to the deck curiously to look into the distance.
The sky was still very gloomy, and even at night, large patches of thick dark clouds could still be seen.
The boat gradually became lively.
Not everyone went to listen to the guitar, but people started walking around, chatting, and laughing easily.
Suddenly someone said that the sea breeze tonight was so comfortable.
…
Ming Weiting came to his senses after being weighed down by the force of the palm again.
There was a layer of sweat on Luo Chi's forehead and his chest was heaving, but he still held the guitar and stared at him expectantly.
Seeing how happy he was, Ming Weiting smiled unconsciously, raised his hand and touched Luo Chi's ear: "Why are you so cool?"
Luo Chi's earlobes instantly felt hot, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but lift up. He supported his body with one hand and moved closer.
He was filled with excitement and was about to speak when he heard Mr. Shadow pause for two seconds and continue to reflect seriously: "How can there be fans who are so bad at praising people?"
Luo Chi couldn't help laughing out loud, and swallowed back the words he was about to say. He held his guitar seriously and slowly moved back to sit.
Ming Weiting took the computer beside him, opened the sorted document, and read it from beginning to end.
It was not difficult to write down those words, but when he looked at Luo Chi, he felt that just saying these words seemed not appropriate enough.
"Just now." Ming Weiting put down the computer and looked at Luo Chi, "I just realized that I don't like rainy days."
Luo Chi nodded, held his arm and patted it twice.
He knew that Mr. Shadow was in low spirits because of the rain.
If he is in good health, he will invite Mr. Shadow to go to the beach with an umbrella and teach Mr. Shadow many interesting things he has learned that can be done on rainy days. They can even go to the beach in the rain, where there will be lots of little crabs running around.
But he hadn't recovered yet, so he had to sit here and let Mr. Shadow accompany him -
“You’re here, playing a tune.”
Ming Weiting said: "I think rainy days are really nice."
Luo Chi was slightly startled and blinked.
Ming Weiting touched the still bulging cheek with the back of his hand, a smile in his eyes, and suddenly he produced another piece of candy from somewhere.
Luo Chi was about to reach out to take it, but he saw Mr. Shadow using the same trick again and retreating with the candy. He immediately couldn't bear it anymore and stretched his body to reach it.
He couldn't keep his balance on the bed and was holding the guitar, so he staggered and fell down as soon as he stood up. He was immediately held steadily by the arms that had been protecting him at his side the whole time.
Luo Chi recovered from the dizziness and felt the candy touch his lips.
Just as Luo Chi was about to open his mouth happily, the candy was taken away again.
...Oh no.
Ming Weiting couldn't help but play with him, then he remembered that he was now a lucky fan. He checked the Internet and found no evidence that fans were suitable for such behavior.
But Luo Chi obviously didn't care about this. Luo Chi was aroused to fight. Instead, he refused to let him move the candy back and was eager to get it himself.
Ming Weiting protected him and the guitar, and put his arm across the bar to lend support to Luo Chi, allowing Luo Chi to use his clever strength to wave his hand flexibly and pick up the candy.
This time, Luo Chi's cheeks were bulging. He was so tired that he couldn't move at all. However, he looked very proud. He lay on his arms and looked up at him.
Ming Weiting looked down at him with a clear smile in his eyes.
“Rainy days are great.”
Ming Weiting stroked his hair and asked softly, "Can the lucky fans lean on the window together?"
It's a rainy and gloomy day, and the weather is very bad, which makes people think of old things and can't go to the beach as planned.
On rainy days, Luo Chi would hold a peach-flavored candy in his mouth, sit on the bed in the room, and play guitar for lucky fans accompanied by the sound of rain.
Ming Weiting discovered that he also liked it when it rained.
…
The clouds were gradually blown away by the wind. The afternoon was almost over when the sky began to clear up.
Although it was evening, the sun had not yet set.
The clouds that did not have time to disperse were dyed red, and those rolling fiery red clouds spread out on the horizon, like a ball of untouchable fire.
Fang Hang sat in the coffee shop and handed Ming Lu all the master tapes of all the programs that Luo Chi had participated in that they had collected over the past few days.
Minglu asked him the price, but Fang Hang just shook his head: "...We want to buy it ourselves."
"Thank you for your help." Fang Hang said, "If we rely on ourselves, it won't be so smooth."
Huaisheng Entertainment has reapplied for an official Weibo account. The first thing they did was to use the official blog to release all the information about Luo Chi’s participation in the show.
Fang Hang took people to buy the master tape, but the program crew initially refused to cooperate. The two sides were in a stalemate when the producer went out to answer a phone call. When he came back, his attitude suddenly changed, and he led his men to carefully find all the original information.
…
Minglu didn't say much about this matter. He put the things away and pressed his shoulder.
This batch of master tapes is more complete than the one Luo Chi collected himself. These young people are really sad about this matter. They are doing something that may no longer have any meaning, just because they care.
They can't help but care. Even if Luo Chi may no longer be needed, they will overturn the illusion that has been maliciously distorted and slandered and let the real Luo Chi be seen.
Now is undoubtedly not the right time. Luo Chi must recuperate in an absolutely stable environment. But maybe after everything is over, after many years of peace and tranquility, the Ming family can invite these people to be guests on a special ship.
Fang Hang held the cup of cold coffee and sat down in his seat with his head down.
After the rain, the sky cleared up, and the setting sun was hidden in the fiery clouds, turning into a rich, dazzling red.
The clouds on the horizon grew thicker and thicker, and even the light from the sky seemed to be dyed red, refracting onto the table through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Fang Hang stared at the light and shadow on the table for a while, then whispered to Ming Lu about the official blog.
Fang Hang actually didn't know why he suddenly explained all this in detail to Ming Lu - perhaps it was because the other party seemed to care very much about Luo Chi's affairs, or perhaps he really wanted to find someone to talk to.
Or maybe it’s because… they know this road is too painful. They knew that Mr. Luo was very tired and wanted to stop and rest.
But if Xiao Luo wakes up one day and suddenly wants to go on a cruise, he might hear these things while sitting on the side of the ship enjoying the breeze.
"He told us he wanted to go on a cruise... We asked him if he had any destination he wanted to go to, and he said he didn't know."
Fang Hang said: "He said walking was too tiring and he couldn't walk anymore, so it would be easier to take a boat. The water flows by itself and can take him anywhere."
Luo Chi didn't know where he wanted to go. However, Luo Chi told them that he might suddenly get off the ship at any port on a whim and stay there to sing.
They thought Luo Chi was joking at the time, but they didn't want to accept it even if it was a joke. He started to say no, saying that so many things in the company depended on him, and Mr. Luo was wise and capable, and he absolutely could not give up at this time.
That's not a compliment. The operation of Huaisheng Entertainment certainly depends on these departments, but if a company can survive as long as it can operate as usual, then there will probably be no companies going bankrupt in the business world.
They were used to relying on Luo Chi to make decisions. Which people to choose, which script to buy, which script is suitable for which artiste who is relatively well-known, and which resource is more reliable to cooperate with.
…
Of course, there are special departments responsible for these, but they have also tried to do it themselves, and the results seem to be not as good as Luo Chi's choice based on intuition.
Luo Chi has a natural sensitivity to these things. They had seen a type of synesthesia before, and had even joked about whether Xiao Luo could also see the color of every feeling and emotion.
"After that, he really stopped talking about it."
Fang Hang whispered, "It's been more than half a year since we mentioned it again... He asked us for help to get him a cruise ticket."
Fang Hang stopped at this sentence. He couldn't think about it anymore, so he brought the topic back and continued talking about the official blog.
The official blog did not publish any text content, nor did it make any processing to the videos.
The unedited master tape is actually quite long, mixed with a lot of invalid clips, but the number of plays is surprisingly not low.
The former Luo Chi was captured in those images, and finally a slightly more real and complete shadow could be pieced together.
Luo Chi is twenty years old, or maybe even less than twenty years old.
Luo Chi sat on the edge of the stage playing the guitar. He really liked sitting there - this actually made it a little difficult to track light and record, causing most of the images to appear dark.
But even the most arrogant and self-righteous director had to admit that the effect was indeed best when Luo Chi sat there.
Every time there is a competition segment with Luo Chi, the audience's emotions do not need to be mobilized. In fact, this level of emotion that does not need to be mobilized is increasing day by day as the competition progresses.
At first, Luo Chi was not familiar with the stage and just asked the audience to clap and beat the rhythm. Later on, they became more and more relaxed, and the excitement on and off the field seemed to be about to blow the roof off, but the director had to control it to prevent the situation from getting out of control unexpectedly.
…
Luo Chi had not officially taken over Huaisheng Entertainment at that time, and did not understand the various unspoken rules involved. If someone had told him, he might not have participated in such a competitive program at all.
When these complete videos were released, more people were patient enough to watch them than they expected.
"I've been holding it in for so long, I can finally let it out."
Fang Hang clicked on the comment section and slowly flipped through the contents. He read them to Ming Lu as he read: "...These are the audience members who have been to the scene."
In the comment section, in addition to those who have no idea about Luo Chi and are new to the show, there are also those who went to listen to the show live.
"I was originally dragged to join the live audience because I played the guitar and sang well! During that time, I was passionately fighting against the haters, but I couldn't handle it, so I quit the Internet in anger."
"I was also pulled in temporarily as an audience member. I don't know much about this circle, but the songs are very nice and the people are very nice."
"I didn't go to the scene but I watched the live broadcast and I really liked it at the time. Then some messed up things suddenly broke out and I stopped paying attention...I shouldn't have believed those people."
"So has Huaisheng Entertainment changed now? Should we invite Mr. Luo back? Let Mr. Luo make another debut."
"We finally invited Mr. Luo back. The new leadership team had problems with the previous chaos and all those tricks. Now we feel better."
"Will Mr. Luo sing again?"
"Is Mr. Luo feeling better? I watched the live broadcast at the hotel entrance. It looks like he is seriously ill. His sister is also an ungrateful person."
"Don't call her sister. Her brother has long since stopped caring about her. Call her Luo Cheng."
"I watched the live broadcast room of that Luo Cheng, the one who apologized live. I always felt like she was hiding something. Why is it that every time someone asks how Ms. Luo is doing, she panics and says she doesn't know?"
"She dare not say it. There is a post on the forum of her school. She admitted it herself. Her brother was too sick to wake up, and she hid him in the storage room. She also sent him rice covered with mud... Anyway, her image was completely shattered."
"It seems that because her brother was blacklisted by the entire Internet, she did not allow him to go to school. If it were not for the live broadcast at the entrance of the hotel, her classmates would not have known that Mr. Luo was her brother. They all thought it was the one with the surname Jian."
"Just hide in the crew for the rest of your life and don't come out to get in the way."
"Hidden on the set? Haven't you watched the trailer for 'Flame' yet? She can be so stimulated by acting that she has a mental breakdown. If she hadn't signed a liability exemption contract, the crew would probably have been implicated by her."
"Okay, why did you mention her in the comment section of Mr. Luo's video? What's the relationship between Mr. Luo and her?"
"It's up to unrelated people to do whatever they want. I sorted out the order of the materials on the official blog. Do you want us newcomers to follow the stars according to the timeline? To be honest, I regret not coming earlier. I have already started following."
"So it's based on the timeline! This is good too. By the last episode, will Mr. Luo recover and come back?"
…
Fang Hang slowly clenched the phone, was silent for a long time, and put it on the table again.
They were indeed organizing Luo Chi's life according to the timeline.
Luo Chi left a card and specifically asked Fang Hang to help send red envelopes to those who commented on his behalf... This may be the least wise and least forward-looking decision that Mr. Luo has made in the past few years at Huaisheng Entertainment.
"Why is Mr. Luo so stingy?" Fang Hang pulled the corner of his mouth and whispered, "There is only 888 yuan in the card."
They were sitting in the office drinking that night, and someone reminded Fang Hang to check the balance on the card.
As soon as Fang Hang's balance inquiry text message came back, everyone burst into laughter. They were already half drunk, and were laughing so hard that they could hardly stand. They even slid off the sofa, still laughing.
…
I don’t know how long we laughed before the office finally quieted down.
The corner of the sofa was empty, no one would sit there. That was the seat Luo Chi would always sit when he gave them a meeting.
Luo Chi was determined to make Huaisheng Entertainment a success, and he made drastic cuts and reorganizations. The people who remained were not a regular company leadership team at all, and their average age was only in their early thirties.
At first they sat in the conference room in a proper manner, but later they just stopped pretending and crowded into Luo Chi's office.
Luo Chi had suffered a serious injury in his early years and had no time to recuperate properly, which actually left him with a lot of trouble. Luo Chi himself pays great attention to health preservation, but he can't take care of it when he is busy with work. Sometimes he feels so uncomfortable that he can't even stand up.
So Luo Chi always curled up in the corner of the sofa. There is a handrail there as a support point, and it happens to be the farthest from the lamp.
They first discovered this when Luo Chi was feeling dizzy. He leaned against the sofa in the corner with a pillow in his arms and watched them arguing over a plan.
Some people were so angry that they rashly asked Luo Chi to seek justice, but they suddenly broke out in cold sweats.
…
Later, that corner had several large pillows of varying softness and hardness, a portable massager, and candies and chocolates that were readily available.
"Boss Luo is not stingy." Fang Hang was silent for a while, then corrected himself in a low voice, "He left us... a lot of things."
Luo Chi left them a lot of things, so much so that they even wanted to dig Luo Chi out from the corner of the sofa and ask him when he started planning a retreat for them.
They were drunk and no one knew what they were doing, so they kept turning the pages.
I didn't find Mr. Luo, but I did find something else.
Luo Chi is planning to open a completely independent film and television company.
It had been in the planning for almost two years, and it happened to be the time when Jian Huaiyi and Ren Chenbai were smart enough to send a little star to his room.
The progress was not fast at all - Luo Chi's desk had no secrets to them, and the drawer where the preparatory materials were placed was the one Luo Chi used to kill time and please himself.
Luo Chi never thought that he could take them away.
Of course Luo Chi knew that Fang Hang's son was born prematurely and was in poor health, so it would cost a huge amount of money. I also know that the manager of the film and television production department was badly betrayed in his previous job, and his career in this circle was almost cut off. I also know that those other people either just got married or have a big family to support... If things can go smoothly and they can have the confidence to change jobs at will, who would come to such a crappy company?
Luo Chi never thought that he could take them away. Luo Chi has already made arrangements for the distribution of the inheritance.
It was just that when he was free and had nothing to do, Luo Chi made such a plan without telling anyone to make himself happy.
"He didn't even want us to know about this." Fang Hang smiled bitterly, "We had to pry the lock open to open the drawer, and the plan was filled with comics and game cartridges."
"Don't let the guilt weigh you down." Minglu suddenly said, "It's not your fault."
"No, Mr. Luo has come this far. We would be cowards if we were still crushed by him."
Fang Hang wiped his face, took a deep breath and shook his head: "We just feel regretful... just regretful."
"If one of us was not so rational that day, and impulsively slammed the office door and quit, we would rush to the hospital to find him for an explanation."
Fang Hang whispered, “If one of us got drunk that day and slammed the table at those crappy board members, refusing to carry out their arrangements, and was fired on the spot… it would make a huge fuss and you could see it on the news.”
Even if there is only one person, Luo Chi might be persuaded.
If he makes such a fuss, he will definitely not be able to stay in Huaisheng Entertainment. He might even be targeted and retaliated by the Luo family, and he will be unable to survive in the circle.
Others would surely not be able to resist helping out secretly, but if they were discovered, they would certainly be targeted by Jian, and once the other party had established a firm foothold, they might even be expelled to serve as a warning to others.
Luo Chi is so soft-hearted that when he sees how miserable they are, he might accidentally take out his own preparations.
They would definitely go look for Luo Chi. After seeing how Ren Chenbai and the Luo family treated Luo Chi, they might be so angry that they would steal Luo Chi from the hospital overnight and force him to sleep on the sofa in the new company to recuperate.
The new company will definitely be targeted for retaliation, and may even be suppressed by the Luo and Ren families. It will definitely be more difficult than Huaisheng Entertainment.
Those resources are mostly icing on the cake, so in this case they may have to wait and see. The things Luo Chi left for them may not be useful. They might struggle along for a few years... and then they'll have a completely separate new company.
They really couldn't discuss what happened after that.
The new company may or may not make it, but most likely it will not. The rules of the game in the adult world are far more than just right and wrong, black and white. They might be suppressed to the point where they can only eat spicy hot pot from roadside stalls.
Little Mr. Luo became Mr. Luo who could only eat at roadside stalls and went to eat spicy hot pot with them. Eat less vegetables and more meat, and splurge on a twenty-yuan bowl of fatty beef, piled high with sesame oil and chili peppers. I eat a big, steaming bowl of it until sweat breaks out on my forehead.
By that time, they might just have to rely on Mr. Luo's singing to support them.
Luo Chi might have to sing next to the spicy hot pot stall.
But so what? With such a beautiful guitar and such a beautiful song, are you worried that it won’t attract people to listen? Luo Chi could play the guitar by himself in that rain, and if they were with him, he would play even better.
With so many people supporting him and encouraging him to not be irrational and impulsive for once, Luo Chi will only play better.
He is so good that he can make his debut on the spot by just taking advantage of a live broadcast. There is no point in suppressing and smearing him. There will definitely be people who like him, and more and more people will like him.
They were in Luo Chi's office, drunk and sitting on the floor around an empty seat, so drunk that all they knew how to do was laugh at the 888 yuan.
Not funny.
They seemed to have been on the local news that day, as people working overtime in the office building next door heard someone howling in the middle of the night. It was totally disgraceful. A bunch of drunks staggered downstairs crying, wishing they could vomit out everything.
They all play by the rules of adulthood.
No one is out of control or impulsive, no one acts on impulse, and the trajectory of fate is so cautious that there is no mistake.
Even after receiving the notice of Luo Chi's death and the inheritance he left them, everyone remained unusually calm.
They held meetings calmly, used what they had in their hands as bargaining chips to negotiate gambling contracts, sat together calmly to analyze the pros and cons, forced out irrelevant people, and left only the clean Huaisheng Entertainment.
It was just that night that they were suddenly engulfed by intense, overwhelming regret.
No one is impulsive.
Luo Chi did not become Mr. Luo who could only eat spicy hot pot and sing for a living.
Luo Chi was sitting in the office doing the accounts.
Luo Chi felt that even if he chased after everyone who was willing to believe in and like him and gave them red envelopes, it would not cost more than 888 yuan.
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