Chapter 50： impulse

Ming Weiting listened to him playing the tune slowly.

Luo Chi's physical strength couldn't keep up. He was suffering from a low-grade fever, and his strength was already weak. It was all made up for by the rehabilitation exercises these days. By the last sentence, he couldn't lift it up a bit.

Luo Chi tried his best to suppress his right hand from shaking, and when he was about to fall down from exhaustion, Ming Weiting suddenly held his hand.

Ming Weiting's strength continued to rise steadily. According to his strength guide, he accompanied him to play the last few notes.

Ming Weiting lowered his gaze and saw Luo Chi's downcast eyes with concentration.

Really comfortable on rainy days.

Great for staying at home and sleeping at home.

Ming Weiting accompanied him to finish playing the whole song and wanted to withdraw his hand, but was caught by the force of Luo Chi's hand.

Taking care of Luo Chi these days has long since formed a habit. Ming Weiting's strength to withdraw was firm, and he held Luo Chi's trembling right hand: "Uncomfortable?"

Luo Chi shook his head and wiped the sweat that dripped down.

With his right hand on Mr. Shadow's hand, he looked at Mingwei Pavilion with bright eyes.

The light outside the window was very dim, and there were no lights in the room, but this dimness did not seem oppressive and 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 dull.

Luo Chi didn't know that at the bonfire party ten years ago, he was not the only audience on the cruise.

The weather was gloomy all day, and the guests were not in a good mood. No project was arranged at night, just a temporary diversion because the weather was not suitable for sailing, and it was an ordinary temporary port of call.

Mrs. Ren installed pickups on Luo Chi's guitar, connected the effects and speakers, and the sound could be transmitted far away.

In a place where Luo Chi couldn't see, someone pushed open the window and walked to the deck curiously to look into the distance.

The sky was still very gloomy, and even at night, there were still a lot of thick and dark clouds.

The boat slowly became lively.

Not everyone went to listen to the guitar, it was just that people started walking around, chatting, and laughing lightly.

Suddenly someone said that the sea breeze was so comfortable tonight.

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He was knocked down again by the force of his palm, and Ming Weiting recovered himself.

Luo Chi was sweating on his forehead and his chest was heaving, but he still held the guitar and stared at him expectantly.

Ming Weiting saw that he was so happy, and he didn't consciously show a smile. He raised his hand and touched Luo Chi's ear: "Why is it so cool."

Luo Chi's earlobes instantly heated up, and the corners of his mouth couldn't hold back, and he moved closer while supporting his body with one hand.

He was full of excitement, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Mr. Shadow stop for two seconds and continued to reflect seriously: "How come there are fans who don't praise people so much."

Luo Chi couldn't help laughing out loud, swallowing what he was about to say, holding the guitar solemnly, then slowly moved back and sat back.

Ming Weiting took the computer on the side, clicked on the sorted document, and read it from beginning to end.

It's not difficult to memorize those words, but he looked at Luo Chi and felt that just saying these words didn't seem appropriate enough.

"Just now." Ming Weiting put down the computer, he looked at Luo Chi, "I just found out that I don't like rainy days."

Luo Chi nodded, took his arm, and patted it twice.

He knew that Mr. Shadow was inactive because of the rain.

If he is in good health, he will invite Mr. Shadow to the beach with an umbrella and teach Mr. Shadow a lot of interesting things he has learned and can do on rainy days. They can even go to the beach in the rain, and there will be a lot of little crabs running around on the beach on rainy days.

But he hasn't recovered yet, so he has to sit here and let Mr. Shadow accompany him—

"You're here, playing the tune."

Ming Weiting said: "I think rainy days are really nice."

Luo Chi was slightly startled and blinked his eyes.

Ming Weiting touched the side of his cheek that was still bulging with the back of his hand, and there was a little smile in his eyes, and suddenly another piece of candy appeared out of nowhere.

Luo Chi was about to reach out to pick it up, when he watched Mr. Shadow do the same tricks and pulled back with the sugar, he was able to bear it or couldn't bear it, and struggled to hold on to it.

He couldn't balance his balance on the bed, and he was holding the guitar again. He swayed and fell to the ground as soon as he got up, and was then firmly embraced by the arm that was always protecting him.

Luo Chi recovered from the pale dizziness in front of him, and was touched by the piece of candy on his lips.

Just as Luo Chi was about to open his mouth happily, the sugar was taken away again.

…Oops.

Ming Weiting couldn't help playing with him, and then he remembered that he was now a lucky fan. He checked the Internet and there is no evidence that fans are suitable for this kind of behavior.

But Luo Chi obviously didn't care about this. Luo Chi was aroused to fight, but he was not allowed to move the sugar back, and he was eager to get enough.

Ming Weiting guarded him and the guitar, and Luo Chi borrowed strength from the arm bars, allowing Luo Chi to wave off the candy with skill and dexterity.

This time, Luo Chi's cheeks were bulging on both sides, and he was so tired that he couldn't move at all. He was still very arrogant, lying on his arms and raising his head to look at him.

Ming Weiting looked down at him with a clear smile in his eyes.

"It's a nice rainy day."

Ming Weiting touched his hair and asked softly, "Can lucky fans lie down at the window together?"

Rainy days are overcast, the weather is very bad, it can remind people of old things, and it is not possible to go to the beach as planned.

On rainy days, Luo Chi would hold peach-flavored candy, sit on the bed in the room, and play guitar to lucky fans to the sound of rain.

Ming Weiting found that he also likes to rain.

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The clouds were gradually pushed away by the wind. When the sun started to clear, the afternoon was almost over.

Although it was evening, the sun had not yet set.

The clouds that didn't have time to disperse were dyed red, and those tumbling fiery red clouds spread out on the horizon, like a mass of untouchable fire.

Fang Hang sat in the coffee shop and handed over to Ming Lu the master tapes of all the programs Luo Chi had participated in that they had collected these days.

Ming Lu 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 only rely on ourselves, it would not be so smooth."

Huaisheng Entertainment re-applied for the official Weibo. The first thing he did was to use the official blog to release all the information about Luo Chi's participation in the show back then.

Fang Hang took someone to buy a master tape, but the program team did not cooperate at all. Halfway through the stalemate, the producer went out to answer a phone call. When he came back, his attitude suddenly changed, and he led people to find out all the original information with trepidation.

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Minglu didn't say much about this matter, put away the things, and pressed his shoulder.

This batch of master tapes is more complete than Luo Chi's own collection. These young people are really sad about this, they are doing something that may no longer make sense, just because they care.

They can't do it and don't care, even if Luo Chi may no longer need it, they will overthrow the maliciously distorted and smeared illusion, and let the real Luo Chi be seen.

Now is definitely not the right time, Luo Chi must recuperate in an absolutely stable environment. But maybe after many years of calm and calm, the Ming family can invite these people to be guests on a somewhat special ship.

Fang Hang held the cold cup of coffee and sat down on the seat.

After the rain, the sky is clear, and the burning cloud hides the sun that is about to set, turning into a rich and dazzling red.

Those clouds were burning thicker and thicker in the sky, and even the skylight that covered it seemed to be dyed red and refracted on the table by the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Fang Hang looked at the light and shadow on the table for a while, and whispered to Ming Lu about the official blog.

Fang Hang actually didn't know why he suddenly explained this to Ming Lu in detail—perhaps because the other party seemed to be very concerned about Luo Chi's affairs, or maybe he really wanted to talk to someone.

Or maybe it's because...they know the road is too hard. They knew that Xiao Luo was very tired and wanted to stop and rest.

But if Xiao Luo woke up one day and suddenly wanted to go to a cruise ship and sit on the side of the ship while blowing the wind, he might have heard this from time to time.

"He told us he wanted to go on a cruise... We asked him if there was any destination he wanted to go to and he said he didn't know."

Fang Hang said: "He said that walking is very tiring. He can't walk anymore. It will be easier to take a boat. The water is flowing by itself, so you can take him wherever you want."

Luo Chi didn't know where he wanted to go. However, Luo Chi told them that he might get off the ship on a whim at any port, and then stay there to sing.

At the time, they thought Luo Chi was joking, but even if it was a joke, the boss didn't want it. He coaxed and said no, the company relied on him for so many things, and Mr. Luo was wise and skillful, and he absolutely couldn't be picky at such a time.

This is not a compliment. The operation of Huaisheng Entertainment is of course dependent on these departments, but if a company can go on as long as it can continue to operate as usual, then there will probably be no company going bankrupt in the business world.

They were used to relying on Luo Chi to make up their minds. Who to choose, which script to buy, which script is suitable for which artist who is still in charge, 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 effect seems to be not as good as Luo Chi's intuition.

Luo Chi has a natural sensitivity to these things. They had seen a type of synesthesia before, and even joked that Xiao Luo could not always see the color of every emotion and emotion.

"After that time, he really stopped talking about it."

Fang Hang said in a low voice, "It's been more than half a year now... He asked us to help him grab a cruise ticket."

Fang Hang stopped at this sentence, he couldn't think about it anymore, so he pulled the topic back and continued to talk about the official blog.

The official blog did not publish any text content, nor did it do any processing on those videos.

The unedited master tape is actually quite lengthy, mixed with a lot of invalid clips, but the playback volume is surprisingly not low.

Once Luo Chi was captured by those images, he was finally able to piece together a slightly more realistic and complete shadow.

Luo Chi, who was twenty years old, perhaps not yet twenty years old.

Luo Chi sat on the edge of the stage and played the guitar, and he liked to sit there - this actually brought a little difficulty to light tracking and recording, and most of those pictures looked dull.

But even the arrogant and self-righteous choreographer had to admit that Luo Chi had the best effect sitting there.

Every time there is Luo Chi's competition, the audience's emotions do not need to be mobilized. In fact, the level 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, so he just let the audience applaud and beat the beat. Later, it became more and more open, and the heat wave on and off the court wanted to overturn the roof, and the director had to control it to prevent the situation from getting out of control unexpectedly.

…

At that time, Luo Chi hadn't officially taken over Huaisheng Entertainment, and he didn't understand the various unspoken rules. If someone told him, he probably wouldn't go to such a competitive show at all.

These complete videos were released, and there were far more people who had the patience to watch them than they expected.

"I'm suffocating, I can finally let out this breath."

Fang Hang clicked on the comment area, slowly flipped through the contents, and read it to Ming Lu: "...This is an audience who has been to the scene."

In the comment area, in addition to those who did not know Luo Chi at all and entered the pit for the first time, there were also those who had listened to the scene in the first place.

"When I was dragged to make up the number to be a live audience, I played well and sang well! During that time, my passion was on the line with Kuroko. It was really right, and I quit the network in a fit of anger."

"It was also temporarily pulled to be an audience, and I don't know much about this circle, but the songs are very good and the people are also very good."

"I didn't go to the scene but watched the live broadcast, and I liked it very much at the time. Later, some messy things suddenly broke out, so I stopped paying attention... You shouldn't believe those people."

"So Huaisheng Entertainment has changed now? Did you invite Mr. Luo back? Let Mr. Luo make another appearance."

"Finally invited Mr. Luo back. Before the smog caused those methods, there is a problem with the new leadership team, and now I am comfortable."

"Will President Xiao Luo sing again?"

"President Xiao Luo's health is better? I watched the live broadcast at the entrance of the hotel, and I feel that he is really ill. His sister is also a white-eyed wolf."

"Don't call her sister, her brother has long ignored her, called Luo Cheng."

"I went to the live broadcast room called Luo Cheng, the one who apologized on the live broadcast, and I always felt like she had something to hide from her. Why is it that every time someone asks how Mr. Luo is, she panics and says she doesn't know? "

"Don't dare to say it, there is a post on her school's forum. She admitted it herself. Her brother was too sick to wake up, and she hid it in the storage room and gave him muddy rice or something... Anyway, the image Disillusioned completely."

"It seems that because her brother was hacked by the whole Internet, she did not allow her brother to go to school. If it wasn't for the live broadcast at the door of the hotel, her classmates would not know that Xiao Luo was always her brother, and they thought it was the one named Jane. ."

"Just hide in the crew for a lifetime, don't come out and get in the way."

"Hiding in the crew? Haven't you watched the footage released in "Flame"? Even acting in a play can be stimulated to the point of a nervous breakdown. If it wasn't for a waiver contract, most of the crew would have been implicated by her."

"Okay, why did Mr. Luo mention her in the video comment area? What does Mr. Luo have to do with her?"

"How about irrelevant people's love. I sorted out the order of the official blog material, do you want us newcomers to chase the stars according to the timeline? To be honest, it's a pity that I didn't come earlier, and I have already started chasing. "

"It turned out to be according to the timeline! That's not bad, is it possible to catch up to the last episode and Mr. Luo will take care of his body and come back?"

…

Fang Hang slowly clenched the phone tightly, kept silent for a long time, and put it on the table again.

They are indeed sorting 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 comments who spoke for him... This may be the best thing that Mr. Luo has done in the past few years of Huaisheng Entertainment. An unwise and least forward-looking decision.

"Why is Mr. Luo so stingy?" Fang Hang twitched the corners of his mouth and whispered, "Carry only has 888 yuan."

They were sitting in the office drinking that night, and Fang Hang checked the balance of the card without knowing who reminded them.

When Fang Hang's balance inquiry text message came back, everyone went crazy with laughter. Originally half drunk, not drunk, one by one laughing to the point of being unable to stand still, slipping off the sofa and still laughing.

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I don't know how long I laughed until the office finally calmed down.

The corner of the sofa was empty, and no one would sit there. That's where Luo Chi would definitely sit when he gave them a meeting.

Luo Chi made up his mind to build Huaisheng Entertainment, and abolished and reorganized the company drastically. The people who remained were not the kind of formal company leadership at all, and the average age was only in their early thirties.

At first, they sat in the conference room like they were, but then they simply didn't pretend and crowded into Luo Chi's office.

Luo Chi was seriously injured in the early years, and he didn't have time to take care of him, which actually caused a lot of trouble. Luo Chi himself pays great attention to maintaining health, but he can't take care of it when he is busy with work.

So Luo Chi always nestled in that corner of the sofa. There are handrails there as support points, and it happens to be the furthest away from the light.

The first thing they discovered was that Luo Chi was dizzy once, leaning against the corner of the sofa with a pillow to watch them quarrel over a certain plan.

However, he was popular, but he rashly lost the judgment of Luo Chi, and he suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

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Later, in that corner, there were several large pillows with different softness and hardness, a portable massager, and sugar and chocolate that could be easily obtained.

"Mr. Luo is not stingy." Fang Hang was silent for a while, and then corrected himself in a low voice, "He left us... a lot of things."

Luo Chi left them a lot of things, so much that they even wanted to dig Luo Chi out of the corner of the sofa and asked when Luo Chi started to plan their way out.

They were drunk, and no one knew what they were doing, so they turned around relentlessly.

Instead of finding out Mr. Luo, he found something else.

Luo Chi is planning to open another completely independent film and television company.

It had been almost two years of planning, and it was just when Jian Huaiyi and Ren Chenbai were smart enough to send the little star to his room.

The progress was completely unpleasant—Luo Chi's desk had no secrets to them, and the drawer that Luo Chi used to pass the time to make himself happy was the one that kept the preparatory materials.

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, and he had to put in a lot of money. I also know that the last job of the manager of the film and television production department was completely overcast, and almost cut off the way out in this circle. I also know that the other people are either just married, or have a big family to support... If they can go smoothly, and have the confidence to switch jobs and choose a family at will, who would come to such a broken company?

Luo Chi never thought that he could take them away. Luo Chi has already made arrangements for the distribution of the inheritance.

It's just that Luo Chi made such a plan without telling anyone to make himself happy when he was idle and had nothing to do.

"He didn't even want us to know about it." Fang Hang smiled bitterly, "We only opened that drawer after picking the lock. The plan book is full of comics and game cassettes."

"Don't be overwhelmed by guilt." Minglu suddenly said, "It's not your fault."

"No, Mr. Luo has achieved this step. If we are still crushed, it would be too cowardly."

Fang Hang wiped his face, took a deep breath and shook his head: "We just feel sorry...just regret."

"If that day, one of us is not so rational, and his brain is so excited that he slams the door of the office and quits, and rushes to the hospital to ask him for an explanation."

Fang Hang said in a low voice: "If one of us got too drunk that day, slapped the table with those **** board of directors, refused to implement their arrangements, and was expelled on the spot and swept out of the house... The movement was so loud that it made news. can see."

Even if there is one person, Luo Chi might be persuaded.

If there is such a riot, he will definitely not be able to stay in Huaisheng Entertainment, and maybe he will be targeted by the Luo family for revenge, and he will not be able to get along in the circle.

Others would definitely not be able to help secretly help. If they are discovered, they will definitely be targeted by the surname Jane. Maybe when the other party's heels stand firm, they will be expelled to kill chickens and monkeys.

Luo Chi is so easy to be soft-hearted. Seeing that they are all mixed up like this, he may have taken out his own preparations accidentally.

They will definitely go to Luo Chi, and seeing how Ren Chenbai and the Luo family treat Luo Chi, maybe they will be so angry that they steal Luo Chi from the hospital overnight, and press Luo Chi on the sofa of the new company to sleep obediently and recuperate. .

The new company will definitely be targeted and retaliated. Maybe it will be suppressed by the Luo family and the Ren family, which will definitely be harder than Huaisheng Entertainment.

Those resources are the icing on the cake. In this case, they may have to wait and see, and the things that Luo Chi left to them may not be easy to use. They're probably going to struggle for a couple of years...then they'll have a new company that's completely independent.

After that, they really can't discuss it.

The new company may be able to make it through, or it may not be able to make it, and most likely it should not be able to make it through. The rules of the game for adults are far more than just right and wrong. They may be suppressed to the point that they can only eat Mala Tang from roadside stalls.

Mr. Luo turned into Mr. Luo who could only eat at roadside stalls, and went to eat Mala Tang with them. Eat less vegetables and more meat, extravagantly put 20 yuan of fat beef, piles full of sesame oil and chili, and eat a big bowl of hot food and sweat on your forehead.

At that time, it may really be possible to rely on Mr. Luo to sell and support them.

Luo Chi may want to sing at the Mala Tang stall.

But so what, such a nice guitar and such a nice song, don't worry about not attracting people to listen to it? In that rain, Luo Chi could play the guitar alone. If they were with him, Luo Chi would only play better.

With so many of them backing up and pushing, with them accompanying Luo Chi and not being rational and impulsive, Luo Chi will only play better.

It's so good that he can make his debut on the spot by swiping a live broadcast, and it's useless to suppress and smear him. Someone will definitely like him, and more and more people will definitely like him.

In Luo Chi's office, they were so drunk they sat on the ground around an empty seat, so drunk they knew they were smiling at eight hundred and eighty-eight dollars.

Not funny.

They seemed to be on the local news that day, and people working overtime in the next office building heard someone howling in the middle of the night. Completely disgraceful, a group of drunks staggered downstairs crying, wanting to spit out everything.

All of them are within adult rules.

No one is out of control and impulsive, no one acts impulsively, and the trajectory of fate cannot be wrong.

Even after receiving Luo Chi's death notice and the inheritance that Luo Chi left them, everyone was extremely calm.

They held a meeting calmly, used the things in their hands as bargaining chips to negotiate the gambling contract, sat together calmly to analyze the pros and cons, forced the irrelevant people out, and left only the clean Huaisheng Entertainment.

It was only that night that they were suddenly engulfed by a strong and overwhelming regret.

No one is impulsive.

Luo Chi did not become President Luo who could only eat Mala Tang and sing.

Luo Chi sat in the office to settle accounts.

Luo Chi felt that even if he sent red envelopes after chasing everyone who was willing to believe and like him, it would not cost eight hundred and eighty-eight yuan.