Luo Chi leaned hard on the handrail to stand up.
He hadn't done this movement for a long time. When he stood up, he was suddenly engulfed by dizziness like the tide of the ocean. He didn't even have time to react. He lost consciousness in the white light that surged before his eyes.
…
But this process only takes a moment.
When he regained consciousness, Luo Chi found that he was not lying on the old carpet of the hotel, nor in the dark corner of the reef or on the beach before dawn.
He was still standing on the ground, and Ming Weiting was still holding his hand tightly.
Mr. Shadow's other hand protected him from behind, supporting his temporarily paralyzed shoulders, back, and neck.
It was an absolutely unquestionable and extremely clear force that replenished his body the moment it lost strength and fell.
So he didn't fall down, but was left here.
Luo Chi blinked slowly. His vision hadn't even fully recovered yet, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but move upwards. He smiled at the figure in front of him in the vastness of white.
Mr. Shadow couldn't open his hand, so he touched his forehead with his own: "Are you so happy?"
Luo Chi nodded, of course: "I'm so happy."
Luo Chi still needed some time to recover his strength. He felt dizzy as if he was standing in a whirlpool, and cold sweat was pouring out of his body. If it weren't for the hands behind his back, he would probably fall to the ground due to exhaustion.
This happens too often after my body starts to have problems. There are so many that Luo Chi doesn't even need to simulate or rehearse specifically to guess what his state will be like after standing up.
…
But what happened next this time was different from any previous time.
He suddenly felt as if he could go anywhere.
Luo Chi's forehead was covered with sweat, but his eyes were shining as he looked towards the corner of the terrace.
Of course, he couldn't go that far given his current condition.
Luo Chi was almost half-supported and half-carried over by Ming Weiting, and the physical exertion he exerted was no less than when he was dragged by Aunt Ren to climb a snowy mountain.
He kept supporting himself and moving his legs. The last step seemed to be stepping on cotton. His legs went soft and he fell down. Ming Weiting hugged him in time and helped him lean against the edge of the terrace.
But we have indeed come here.
I really felt the leaves that were wet from the rain and then the sunlight.
Luo Chi panted lightly, carefully touching the edge of the leaf with his hand, his fingertips slowly moving along the veins, and the cool rain water touched his hands.
After several rounds of continuous rain, there is not a trace of dust on the leaves, which are a vibrant, glossy green.
These flowers and plants are all very well cared for, with firm roots and strong and sturdy branches. They sway majestically in the wind, vying to reach out and catch the falling light.
Sunshowers always look magical because there are unexpected gaps in the thick dark clouds, so the cold rain and sunshine fall together, and that small piece of rain will turn into very bright golden rain stars.
Luo Chi stretched out his hand and touched the light.
Just as warm as imagined.
…
He thought of the sunrise he saw in his dream.
"Mr. Shadow." Luo Chi touched the light for a long time, and finally spoke softly, "Yes, something."
Ming Weiting asked: "What's happening outside?"
Luo Chi thought for a few seconds and slowly nodded.
"No problem." Ming Weiting said without hesitation, "Uncle Lu will do it."
This place was no longer within the shelter of the terrace. He stood a little further out, leaning sideways to block the rain that was blown in by the wind, and bent over to check on Luo Chi's condition.
He was actually waiting. After regaining his memories of the past, Luo Chi will sooner or later bring up what happened outside.
A child raised by Mrs. Ren would not be without the courage to thoroughly clean out those old bloody sores and burn away the cold ashes of bad habits.
...But Mr. Luo from Huaisheng Entertainment is not so easily soft-hearted.
Luo Chi has been taking care of many people. He makes the unrealized dreams come true in others, and makes the untouchable light shine in others. Then he looked at the person he protected, as if he was looking at a dream that he had long since given up with his own hands.
"...Li Weiming, that matter."
When Luo Chi talked about these things, his expression was a little slow: "The company's artist."
He shook his head, as if trying to correct himself, and reorganized his words: "I was the one who asked the management team to unify the external statements."
As soon as Li Weiming’s incident happened, the management team immediately deleted all the artists’ Weibo accounts.
Fortunately, this is the case.
...It's not just because in that situation, Li Weiming's fans would go crazy and really tear apart anyone who spoke for him.
In that situation, Luo Chi had already been labeled as "robbery". If anyone else rashly comes out to support him, it will only reinforce this reputation.
By then, everyone will be convinced that the general manager of Huaisheng Entertainment abused his power and forced the company's artists to speak for him, and it will be impossible to explain it clearly.
Luo Chi actually made the arrangements himself. He was well prepared for this matter and had made corresponding arrangements.
Luo Chi touched the leaf and said slowly: "I am not..."
"You are not someone who can be bullied by others." Ming Weiting met his eyes and took his words seriously, "You did an excellent job."
Luo Chi's brain worked slowly when he recalled these things. He thought for a while before he caught up with Ming Weiting's words and nodded.
He repeated the latter sentence several times, then suddenly raised his head, his eyes lit up: "How good is it?"
Ming Weiting was halfway through his words when he was struck speechless by the rapid rise of Little Luo, and raised his hand to touch Luo Chi's hair.
“It’s very good, leaving almost no room for anyone to get involved.”
Ming Weiting slowed down his speech: "Those arrangements you made allowed those who deserved to be punished to be punished, and also protected those you wanted to protect."
"Huaisheng Entertainment has become independent and is gradually getting back on track. My people failed to acquire it."
Ming Weiting said slowly: "They only want you to be the general manager."
Luo Chi listened to him very attentively. When he heard the last sentence, he was slightly surprised and opened his eyes wide silently.
His physical condition was not strong enough to support him in handling these matters. If the gears turned a little faster, the excruciating pain of grinding his flesh and blood would immediately be reawakened. He hastily closed his eyes and swallowed a groan.
"Huo Miao." Ming Weiting embraced his suddenly staggering figure, "Relax."
Luo Chi closed his eyes and nodded. He knew very well how to calm down the pain, so he focused on adjusting his breathing and hurried to finish his words: "Too hasty... I forgot something."
Luo Chi whispered to Mr. Shadow to confirm: "Has the matter of Li Weiming been clarified?"
"It's cleared up." Ming Weiting said, "The evidence you kept is very complete."
Luo Chi was silent for a while, then slowly nodded.
He hadn't thought about these things in a long time.
Thinking and remembering these things still took a lot of effort for him. Those memories no longer contain any feelings, but are simply narrative facts. Even if you look for them, it is difficult to accurately locate what you want in a short period of time.
The reason why he was thinking about this matter now was because it was too hasty at that time and he still had one thing that he had not arranged.
"Public opinion has reversed, and those who initially kept silent will be questioned again," Luo Chi said. "It's not their fault."
The brokerage team already had strict and clear rules and regulations, and a head-on confrontation at that time would only add fuel to the fire and make the situation worse.
No matter what the reason is, we should not create new victims just because of one victim.
Luo Chi slowed down and tried to hold on to continue. Ming Weiting had already understood what he meant: "Uncle Lu will pass on the message and ask them to explain it on the official blog."
Luo Chi raised the corner of his mouth and smiled gently.
He was able to control it very well; the headache was only severe for a moment and then slowly subsided.
After a while of slowly sorting out the recovered memories, even this matter was properly handled, and it seemed that there was nothing to worry about anymore.
...There shouldn't be anything to worry about.
What needed to be dealt with had been dealt with, and what needed to be settled had been settled. He no longer had to look through these things.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the cool rain air comfortably. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly noticed some raindrops floating towards him.
Luo Chi was quick to notice what was going on, counted two seconds in his mind, and suddenly opened his eyes. Sure enough, he caught the lucky fan who was holding a leaf and sending raindrops to his face.
The lucky fan did this and not only did he not feel guilty, he was openly looking down at him intently.
Luo Chi felt competitive and suddenly let go of the leaf in his hand. Raindrops flew up and landed on Mr. Shadow's head.
Ming Weiting did not block the rain, letting it fall on his head and face. Instead, he picked up a wet leaf tip to touch Luo Chi's face.
It was an orchid with long slender leaves. When one brushed against it, there was not only a fresh scent of rain but also a faint floral fragrance, which brought a slight tingling sensation.
Luo Chi couldn't help laughing out loud. He didn't expect that Mr. Shadow would also play such a childish game. He felt very happy. He became even happier when he saw the undisguised smile in Ming Weiting's eyes.
…
This happiness, which was stronger and more unignorable than usual, seemed to have suddenly opened up something and slowly seeped into the depths of his chest.
Luo Chi tried his best to adjust his breathing, and suddenly asked seriously: "Where am I?"
Ming Weiting supported him, seeming to be worried by this question. He held Luo Chi's cold head and neck and looked into his eyes.
Luo Chi's vision was very clear. Sweat flowed down between his brows, but was blocked by his quick and flexibly blinking eyelashes.
Ming Weiting felt relieved and thought for a moment: "At home."
"On the terrace of my bedroom at home." The lucky viewer tried to answer the question, and added, "The terrace is very beautiful."
Luo Chi really liked this answer, and his lips curved even deeper, but he still asked, "Where am I?"
When he asked this question, his tone was different from usual, and there was an especially childish air in his voice, which made Ming Weiting think of the video again.
Which artist cares so much about his image? Whenever he sees the camera, he has to look handsome and find the best angle. He even doesn't wear his windbreaker properly in order to pose.
Ming Weiting touched his hair with his forehead. He noticed that Luo Chi was standing more and more steadily, and the hand that was supporting his body slowly withdrew its force.
"In front of the lucky fans." Ming Weiting put his hands behind his neck and pressed them on his soft, slightly damp short hair, rubbing it gently twice, "Shaking hands with the lucky fans."
"Whose fan are you?" Ming Weiting laughed softly, "I'm so lucky to like such a good person."
Luo Chi's heart quickly turned red at this answer. His originally pale forehead and ears began to turn red, which made his complexion look much better, and it seemed as if he had completely recovered his health in an instant.
Luo Chi was able to stand steadily just by relying on the hand that was being held. His throat moved slightly and he opened his mouth and made a not very clear sound of air flow.
Ming Weiting pulled him steadily and leaned down: "What?"
"……I."
Luo Chire Teng Teng said in a clear and loud voice: "My family."
"My fans." Luo Chi slowly learned to say, "My fans."
…
This sentence is actually very common.
Luo Chi is the general manager of Huaisheng Entertainment. All the artists under him are carefully selected and they always have their bright spots that make people shine.
Huaisheng Entertainment signed them back, let them practice basic skills, helped them plan their development, and gave them the most suitable endorsements and resources. With talent and a smooth career, it is natural that he will be liked by many people and have many fans.
Luo Chi would be very careful not to get close to them in any public place, and not let people remember that Huaisheng Entertainment had such a general manager - when he didn't pay attention to this at the beginning, a photo of them in the same frame was picked out. The comments are all about how they signed with such a crappy company and had such a crappy boss.
The young singer was only sixteen or seventeen years old. He couldn't control his temper, so he took advantage of his agent's inattention to have a big argument with the critics and got into trouble.
Later, the young singer was targeted and attacked for two whole months and was scolded by his agent. He would squat in the company's practice room and cry alone in the middle of the night.
Luo Chi happened to stay in the company to work overtime that day. He cried all the way outside the studio and took him out of the company to eat hot pot.
Mr. Luo told him that this is what public opinion is like. Extreme voices will attract more attention, will stir up emotions, and will be so loud that it seems as if this is the only voice.
...but sooner or later you will find that this is not entirely true.
Sooner or later, the evil tide of carnival will fade away and things will get better.
The little singer's cell phone was temporarily confiscated by him. She sat in front of the spicy hot pot, crying and eating meat with big mouthfuls. Her tears soaked the bowl of sesame sauce.
"When is morning or evening?" The little singer was so full that he couldn't walk. He was still crying while burping. He squatted on the side of the road and asked him, "Brother, how late is it going to be? I can't hold on any longer."
Luo Chi was unable to stop him and squatted down to pat his head.
The public relations team has actually already started to intervene, and it won’t take long to handle this matter. As long as the follow-up resources are maintained steadily, the situation will improve in half a year at most.
Luo Chi no longer appears in public and people no longer remember him as the general manager of Huaisheng Entertainment, so naturally there will be no more pretext for criticism.
"It won't be too late." Luo Chi said, "Hold on."
Luo Chi smiled and reminded him: "Next time, remember this and don't get close to me."
…
Ming Weiting saw that Luo Chi suddenly stopped moving. He was worried that Luo Chi was dizzy again. He held Luo Chi's arm and lowered his head to check, but suddenly he felt a force.
Luo Chi's arm fell downwards, using all his strength to hold his hand, wanting very much to bring his hand over.
Ming Weiting followed him and bent his shoulders: "Flame?"
Ming Weiting steadied his arm and touched his forehead with his other hand. Just as he was about to ask something, he was suddenly hugged by Luo Chi.
Ming Weiting stopped.
Luo Chi closed his eyes. He needed to lean on the fence to stand steadily, so if he lowered his head further, he could only see Ming Weiting's shoulders and could hardly see his expression.
Ming Weiting held his breath so as not to disturb him.
Luo Chi slowly raised his left hand, tentatively bringing it back little by little, loosely circling Ming Weiting's back.
When he was confused, Luo Chi would smile and reach out to Ming Weiting.
At that time, he didn't remember who he was and had almost no way to move on his own. However, he instinctively trusted and was close to Mr. Shadow, and was also very accustomed to being held by Ming Weiting.
After waking up completely, Luo Chi became easily embarrassed. Sometimes Ming Weiting would take care of him as usual, which would make him blush.
Ming Weiting didn't wait for him to take his hand back, he raised his hand and hugged Luo Chi into his arms, and put his forehead against his: "What's wrong?"
Luo Chi took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and whispered something with the airflow.
He felt like he had barely lip-synced, but Mr. Shadow somehow understood and squeezed his arm, "What are you thanking me for?"
Luo Chi felt his ears burning and shook his head twice.
Ming Weiting never made him feel awkward, and usually wouldn't ask questions when seeing this kind of situation, but this time he still held him close: "Huo Miao."
Luo Chi raised his head. Ming Weiting gently touched his hair, without taking his hand away, still keeping it on the top of his head.
"Why do you have to say thank you?" Ming Weiting looked into his eyes seriously, "Thank you for what?"
Luo Chi slowly became hot in his hands.
When he first debuted, Luo Chi had no idea about what was going on in the circle.
He just wanted to hang out with the people who listened to his songs and waved and cheered along with him. He thought it was just a big bonfire party. He sat on the edge of the stage, looking for Aunt Ren in the spotlight, wanting to tell her that he could now play with more people and have more fun.
Then things took a sudden turn for the worse, and more and more things happened that he was totally unprepared for.
He began to learn to understand the rules, learn how to be Mr. Luo, and learn how to manage a company. He finally came to understand these things, and there was no chance to start over again.
Luo Chi lowered his head and took several deep breaths but couldn't open his mouth. The heat seeped into his collar bit by bit.
...How could I really have the chance to say such a thing?
How could he be so lucky that he actually got the chance to say such words.
Have you ever had this kind of dream before? Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. After all, this kind of dream was too unrealistic. He usually didn't have the habit of daydreaming...
Luo Chi took a deep breath, closed his eyes, made up his mind, and spoke loudly in one breath: "Thank you Mr. Shadow for being my fan."
Ming Weiting was stunned by his words.
He was hugged tightly by 23-year-old Luo Chi. Luo Chi felt hot all over, his damp short hair was buried in his neck, and his arms behind him were trembling slightly because he was exerting too much force, but he was still trying to tighten them.
Luo Chi rarely speaks so loudly, and he seemed to put all his energy into this sentence.
Mr. Luo, who was in charge of the overall plan just now, is gone. In the master tapes of those competition shows, before the video screen went dark, Luo Chi, who was sitting on the edge of the stage, suddenly jumped up with his guitar in his arms and waved to him desperately and vigorously.
"Thank you Mr. Shadow for being my fan."
Luo Chi said loudly: "Thank you Mr. Shadow for liking me."
Ming Weiting held his shoulders and lowered his head to meet Luo Chi's eyes.
No one could stop the 19-year-old Luo Chi. Luo Chi jumped off the stage with his guitar in his arms, ran through the seemingly endless corridor, and rushed to him.
Luo Chi smiled at him with bright eyes: "Today is the happiest day of my life."
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