When we hurried to the bar, it was already past the agreed four o'clock.
Wang Huaying was a little impatient to wait, but when she saw the disgraced Gao Caiqin, she instantly became angry: "Why are you like this? You are late, why are your clothes like this? Others saw you and you are still like this." Think I abused you!"
Gao Caiqin just lowered his head, said nothing, and walked silently toward the backstage.
But Wang Huaying refused to give up and followed her closely, chattering nonstop: "Don't embarrass me, I'm not doing all this just for you!"
"If your academic performance is as good as Xiao Mu's, I will help you go to school for as long as you want. You can go to graduate school, Ph.D., or postdoc. But you are obviously It’s not this material!”
"This is how I went to school all the way. I know exactly what is going on here! You are only a junior high school student now, and your grades can only be ranked in the middle. When you go to high school and university, the competition will only become more and more intense. It’s so intense, you won’t even be able to get ranked by then!”
Wang Huaying suddenly sighed and said: "Now that your father is gone, this family is supported by me alone. Do you know how hard it is for me? I have to take care of two children by myself and be responsible for the lives and future of both of you." , do you know how stressed I am?"
"Oh, I didn't want to tell you this at first, but besides you, I can't tell anyone else. Xiao Mu is so young, how can I expect him to understand me?"
"It took a lot of effort to set up this line for you, but you must not let me down!" Wang Huaying said with sincerity and sincerity.
"I know." Gao Caiqin promised in a low voice, but for some reason a strong emotion emerged in his heart. His eyes were sore, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"Why is the hand broken?" Wang Huaying finally noticed her hand.
"I accidentally fell on the way here just now."
"You kid, you are so old, you can still fall when you walk! You are really..." Gao Caiqin heard a hint of disgust from Wang Huaying's helpless tone.
At this time, there was a knock on the door of the dressing room, and after receiving permission, a man wearing elegant glasses appeared at the door.
When Wang Huaying saw him, she immediately stood up and greeted him, instantly showing a big, elegant and polite smile.
"Mr. Jiang is here." Wang Huaying smiled like a brilliant peony flower.
The man also smiled politely at her: "I'm here to see Caiqin." After that, he walked to Gao Caiqin and sat down, "How are you? Are you nervous?"
Gao Caiqin felt that the eyes staring at her from behind the glasses were shining with a strange light. She couldn't tell what kind of person she was in the eyes of adults like them, a tool? commodity? Or something even meaner?
She forced a smile, something she had learned repeatedly in etiquette classes.
"A little bit." This is what is taught in the communication class: even if you don't want to, you can't express it directly.
"It doesn't matter. It was like this in the beginning. It will get better after you get used to it." He comforted him with familiarity: "I sent the performance videos of the past few days to my boss. He was very satisfied and said that you are a very potential person. Little girl.”
"Really?" Wang Huaying smiled broadly and felt greatly relieved.
The man smiled and said, "We are together. To lie to you is to lie to myself. What reason do I have to deceive myself?"
"Oh, oh, that's great!"
Gao Caiqin looked at his mother's beaming and flattering face, and suddenly felt sick. She never thought she would see such an expression on the face of her always elegant and pampered mother.
"Have you memorized all the speeches I prepared for you?"
"Yeah." Gao Caiqin replied indifferently.
"Okay! Then we'll watch your performance below. Come on, don't let me down, and don't let your father down!" The mother held her hand, her eyes hidden in the darkness were brighter than the spotlight on the stage. Even brighter.
Gao Caiqin wore a starry blue lace princess dress today. The skirt was knee-length, revealing her slender calves and Mary Jane leather shoes decorated with pearls.
She has been performing here for almost a month. Today is a special day, because in the past she has been wearing a butterfly mask, which made it difficult for people to see the true face of Lushan. Maintaining a sense of remoteness and looming mystery is an important part of teaching in marketing classes.
However, there is a limit to everything. People's novelty wears off quickly, and if it goes too far, it's easy to offend people. So, tonight, she will take off her mask, announce her stage name, and officially announce her debut.
After a month of preparation, the bar was packed with people, all of whom came to see the true face of this mysterious girl.
This bar called Vertigo is not in a bustling business district where people dance every night, but on the basement floor of an office building. Although it is also a prime location in the city, it is mostly surrounded by office areas rented by corporate companies. At night, the flow of people is greatly reduced.
But the business of this bar is very good, and it is full of guests every day, and this is also caused by its unique geographical location.
The office upstairs is Xingyueye, a well-known music production company. The bar Vertigo is actually the property of this company. On the one hand, it is to use the reputation of the company and artists to run the bar. On the other hand, there are also rumors that Xingyueye’s manager It is intended to explore potential folk musicians and music works through the platform of the bar.
Therefore, this place has become the entrance to a different world - unappreciated musicians come to try their luck one after another, managers with their own ideas distribute tickets, passionate fans fly into the flames, and people who love to join in the fun go wherever there are crowds. where.
Fluorescent strips hung from the ceiling, and searchlights with blue as the main tone illuminated the stage into a blue tide from top to bottom. The wine cabinet on the side is filled with all kinds of wine bottles and wine glasses. Under the light, they look like crystal clear gems of various colors.
The mermaid's underwater cave is probably like this.
At this time, Gao Caiqin, standing alone in the center of the stage, still felt as if he was in another world. She didn't understand that she had no artistic foundation and had only received less than a month of special training arranged by the company. She was not the kind of beauty who stood out from the crowd. She could really become a big star that attracted much attention and was sought after by thousands of people. ?
The turning points in life are sometimes truly jaw-dropping and unexpected.
She took off the microphone from the stand with her silk-gloved hand, and the place immediately fell silent, knowing that the elf-like girl above was about to speak.
She opened her mouth slightly, and the first word was about to come out. But at this moment, her eyes froze, and the first syllable that was about to be spoken was also blocked in her mouth.
When she saw Fang Zhu, Gao Caiqin undoubtedly felt as if he had seen a ghost.
This is not the first time he has appeared here. Gao Caiqin discovered him last week. That performance almost became the scene of a car accident, but luckily she tried her best to stabilize herself. From that time on, whenever there was her performance, Fang Zhu would be seen.
She was glad that she could still hide behind this gorgeous butterfly mask, so she didn't have to face him directly, and could even observe him quietly.
The bohemian playboy's eyes were shining with intoxication. I don't know if it was the effect of alcohol or the atmosphere of the bar. It can’t be because of my singing voice! When Gao Caiqin thought of this, his heart began to tremble.
Yesterday, he even sent a bouquet of flowers backstage! When Gao Caiqin saw the bouquet of flowers, she almost screamed and ran away.
She once cursed Fang Zhu, wanting him to die in agony of boundless fear, but before anything happened to him, she suffered the backlash of the curse first. The smell of fear exuding from her body attracted countless ants like honey. , biting every inch of her skin.
The delicate bouquet of Diana's pink roses turned into rotten and pus-oozing stumps in her eyes, which was disgusting. But Wang Huaying seemed to like it very much. She even came closer and smelled it carefully, with a look of intoxication on her face: "It's so nice to have someone send you flowers. I haven't received any flowers for a long time!"
She had completely forgotten the words she had just memorized in the audience. Her throat was blocked and she could not make a sound.
A familiar voice came from the headphones: "What's going on?"
"It's okay..." He finally broke through the barrier and squeezed out two dry words. But the loudness of the sound scared her so much that she forgot she still had the microphone in her hand.
Everyone in the audience showed doubts. Wang Huaying stood in the shadows on the side of the stage. Although she could not see her face clearly, the frost-like aura made her tremble.
The venue became even quieter. Everyone put down what they were holding and looked at the girl on the stage attentively.
"...It's just a dream." She whispered.
"Don't worry, it's just a dream." She repeated, telling the audience and herself.
After taking a breath, she opened her eyes again and she had calmed down.
"When you wake up, you will forget me." Her voice suddenly had a more enchanting ending, with the aftertaste of a swaying awning boat in the misty rainy countryside.
"I turned into a butterfly in my dream, and when I woke up, the butterfly turned into me again." Her hand slowly reached to the back of her head, untied the ribbon on the mask, and the butterfly on her face floated down.
"I am the butterfly, and the butterfly is me. I am not the butterfly, and the butterfly is not me."
A face as cold as ice was exposed in front of everyone, and the blue light reflected on her blue eye shadow and pupils. She was like a mermaid floating in the deep ocean, as if in a dream. .
She opened her arms, as graceful as a butterfly, and looked down at everyone.
"Zhuang Xiaodie, my name is Zhuang Xiaodie."
