Chapter 47

It turned out that Lin Yao was really afraid of injections.

Although the nurse pierced the thin needle into her skin quickly and gently enough, Lin Yao was still very nervous.

His cheeks were swollen, his whole body was tight, and his forehead was full of cold sweat.

"Relax, relax, relax."

Lin Yao's performance made the nurses a little nervous. They almost couldn't find the blood vessel. It was not easy to tie the needle and adjust the speed of the infusion tube. The little sister of the nurse finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Lin Yao:

"OK, you have a good rest... Come on!"

The nurse pushed the car out of the ward, gently closed the door, and immediately trotted back to the nurse station. Several other nurses couldn't wait to ask:

"How's it going? Is it really Lin Yao? "

The little sister of the nurse blushed excitedly: "it's her! It's Lin Yao. Wow, she's really beautiful. Her skin is white and her figure is good. Real people are more beautiful than photos! "

"Ah, is that Lin Yao?"

"I like her! Why don't you want an autograph? "

"Oh, I was so nervous that I forgot to sign! I tell you, Lin Yao used to be afraid of injections. She looks so cute... "

Different from the excitement and excitement of the nurse station, the atmosphere in Lin Yao's ward is quiet and depressed.

"Xiao Zhang, drive the car downstairs and send assistant Fang back."

Mo Yan dialed the driver's phone and ordered Xiao le to leave in disguise.

"Don't bother the driver. I can go back by myself. It's not too far."

Fang Xiaole waved his hand and said to Lin Yao, "then have a good rest and I'll go."

Lin Yao looked at him, stopped talking, glanced at Mo Yan, and finally said, "OK, you... Be careful on the way."

"Well, bye, Mo."

"Assistant Fang, take your time. It's really troublesome for you today."

Mo Yan politely said goodbye to Fang Xiaole. When he walked out of the ward, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, turned and walked to Lin Yao's hospital bed:

"Lin Yao, are you hiding a lot from me?"

"No, sister Yan, when did I hide something from you?"

Lin Yao avoided Mo Yan's eyes and reluctantly smiled.

Mo Yan stared at Lin Yao, suddenly came forward and pulled the collar on her back slightly down, and the bruised skin immediately exposed.

"Ah, sister Yan, you..."

Lin Yao was caught off guard and wanted to avoid Mo Yan's hand, but it was too late.

Mo Yan was close to Lin Yao's back and looked down from her collar. She saw a large area of shocking bruises. Her hands shook and finally sighed:

"I knew..."

Lin Yao lowered her head: "sorry, sister Yan."

"How did you get hurt?" Mo Yan asked in a deep voice.

Lin Yao doesn't speak.

"It's about assistant Fang, isn't it?" Mo Yan suddenly said, "if you don't say, I'll ask Fangfang."

Lin Yao had no choice but to say something about his injury.

"So assistant Fang indirectly caused your injury?"

Mo Yan frowned, recalled Fang Xiaole's performance just now, and asked, "but he doesn't seem to know that your back is hurt. Didn't you tell him?"

"It's not a big deal. Why bother others." Lin Yao whispered.

"He caused your injury. You tell him your injury is disturbing him?" Mo Yan looked at Lin Yao and frowned deeper.

"People know that I sprained my foot, so they run around to take care of me? He bought me pig bone soup tonight, and... "

Lin Yao raised her head to plead, but found that the more she said, sister Yan's expression became more and more ugly, so her voice became weaker and weaker, and finally closed her mouth.

Mo Yan sat by the bed, took out a bag of women's cigarettes from his bag, pulled out one, and then remembered that this was the ward, so he had to put down his cigarette.

After a moment of silence, she turned her head and looked at Lin Yao with a low voice:

"Yao Yao, you've only been on the road for one year, and you have a lot of popularity that artists may not be able to achieve after more than ten years of struggle. Do you know why?"

Lin Yao looked at Mo Yan and replied timidly, "I'm just lucky."

"No, it's because of your appearance, your talent, and..."

Mo Yan paused and continued, "your man set."

"But I've never pretended to be anyone in front of others!" Lin Yao couldn't help retorting.

"I know that many artists' human designs are fake, but you are not, so you have so many fans. But no matter whether the human designs are true or false, they can't be broken as long as they are established. You probably don't know..."

Mo Yan takes out a stack of materials from his bag and hands them to Lin Yao:

"In addition to arranging resources for artists, brokers also need to do a lot of analysis as the basis for formulating the development direction of artists. 61% of your fans are male fans. Do you know what this means?"

Lin Yao took the information and saw various data charts on it, which dazzled her. One of them was the survey on the gender, age, identity and income of fans.

Lin Yao looked at Mo Yan in confusion. She really didn't know that sister Yan had done so many things for her.

Seeing Lin Yao's expression, Mo Yan smiled, raised his hand and stroked her cheek: "this means that if you are in love, your number of fans is likely to be reduced by more than half, and your popularity will decline sharply."

"But I never thought of using these to make others like me. I just want them to like my singing."

Lin Yao bit her lips. In fact, she thought about what Mo Yan said more or less, but it was really broken. She was still a little hit.

It turns out that her so-called "high popularity" is really not because of her songs.

"Silly girl, which female artist doesn't rely on her looks? It's not your fault, it's your advantage. "

Mo Yan knew Lin Yao so well that he knew what she was thinking. He comforted her and continued to say:

"If you want to continue to make more people like you and like your songs, you'd better not fall in love for the time being."

Lin Yao raised her head: "temporarily?"

"Yes, for the time being, it means that when you can not rely on your appearance, only your works can attract countless fans, and when you become a real singer, you can freely choose your own life."

Mo Yan gently covered Lin Yao with a quilt and said softly, "well, you're tired too. Have a rest early. I'll say hello to the boss of the studio. I'll record songs when you're well. I'll accompany you tonight."

Mo Yan turned off the light, opened the folding bed next to the hospital bed, paved it, and lay down.

"Sister Yan..."

"Huh?"

In fact, I don't care about fame. I just want to obey my heart. My heart is saying that I want to see him every day

Lin Yao leaned towards Mo Yan. In the dark light, she saw that sister Yan, who had always been able, was covered with dust and fatigue. The words in her heart rushed to her mouth, but she couldn't speak out.

It turns out that after becoming an artist, her own affairs are no longer her own. Every decision she makes will affect the people around her.

"Nothing, sister Yan. You've worked hard. Good night."

"Fool, what am I working hard for? Well, good night."