MTL - There Is Chef Yu In The Entertainment Circle-Chapter 3

Yu Siyang was lying on the bed weakly, and his head hurts now.

He wondered how he became an eighteen-year-old boy or a boy with huge debts.

From Luo Peng's mouth, he heard a bizarre but somewhat tragic story.

The life of the young Yu Siyang before the age of eighteen was like soaking in a honeypot. Yan's father and kind mother had a strong family and happiness.

But everything changed dramatically at the age of seventeen.

The teenager's father mistakenly believed his friends, and the successive investments failed. The company's finances and outsiders swept all the circulating funds. The company was helpless and bankrupt. Yu Yu couldn't bear the blow. She jumped off the building and committed suicide. Yu mother, the rescue is not timely, but also let go.

The huge debt fell on the teenager.

Sudden loss of parents, heavy debts, relatives and friends were afraid to avoid it, and desperately desperate, the young Yu Siyang turned out a business card given to him by a scout two years ago, and the dead horse as a live horse doctor called the phone on the card.

The scout in the young Yu Siyang's mouth was Wei Xiaofeng.

Wei Xiaofeng wanted to sign Yu Siyang two years ago. At that time, his friend Chu Quan was casting for his new film. At a glance, he was in the school uniform with a clean and refreshing Yu Siyang.

But when they found the child's home, they were flatly rejected.

The parents of the children did not agree, but they were expected. To their surprise, Yu Siyang himself did not agree.

And the reason seems to be perfunctory in Wei Xiaofeng's case, but to participate in a math contest, there is no time.

At that time, Yu Siyang's family was in good condition, and he was the only child in the family. He really grew up with all kinds of pets.

Wei Xiaofeng did not die, leaving a business card for the children.

Yu Siyang at that time did not throw away Wei Xiaofeng's business card.

However, at this time, Wei Xiaofeng no longer had an artist, and the film emperor in his hand was also handed over to other agents. The teenager came to the door. Wei Xiaofeng considered for a long time, or signed the teenager on behalf of All Star Entertainment. He arranged to take it with his cousin who had just started.

In order to pay off the debt, the teenager Yu Siyang has not finished his third year of high school, and is about to take the college entrance examination. Alas, just give the money.

Luo Peng sympathized with the great changes he had made, and he faintly admired him for carrying over a billion yuan of debt. He tried his best to help him get more jobs. The entertainers and brokers were just beginning to get along with each other. In the past six months, there has been a tacit understanding.

In the end, Wei Xiaofeng couldn't see the two stupid headless flies, and he helped out, and directly found the helm of Hengsheng Group, the big boss on All Star Entertainment. The company came out to help pay off the teenager's huge debt .

As a result, Yu Siyang's creditor became All Star Entertainment. His income, after deducting what he should have paid to the company, had to be returned to the company, leaving only a small amount of living expenses, but at least not like before. Distressed.

Although he had signed a fifteen-year metamorphosis contract and had debts to pay off, Yu Siyang was extremely grateful to Wei Xiaofeng. This person helped him in a crisis and was his benefactor.

It is just that the teenager has regrets in the end and failed to go to college.

Similarly, he had no parents, dropped out of school, picked up his livelihood early, and two Yu Siyang of different origins had strangely overlapping life trajectories.

——So this is why I changed my shell? Where did the boy go? Has it turned into a 25-year-old Yu Siyang?

Thinking of this, Yu Siyang's head hurt even more.

He used to be a firm atheist, but now ... he decided to buy a book "Peony Pavilion" to see it. After reading it, he might end this journey of leaving the soul, and the teenagers would return to their respective places.

"Xiao Yu, have dinner." Luo Peng came in with a disposable lunch box.

The meals were bought in the canteen of the hospital, and they were placed on the bedside table. Yu Siyang glanced at him, and he had no appetite.

Luo Peng held the lunch box and chopped a large mouthful of white rice in his mouth. He said vaguely, "Don't be picky, eat fast. Brother's craftsmanship is not as good as in the cafeteria. You haven't had any problems before."

Yu Siyang silently sympathized with the teenager and Luo Peng for one minute while holding a lunch box. It was worse than the cafeteria. What kind of life did the two have had before.

"Roger, what happened to the question I asked you before?" Yu Siyang asked.

Luo Peng took the remaining disposable lunch box and received it in a garbage bag. He poured a glass of water for each of them, and then sat in a chair beside the bed, saying, "The person you asked me to inquire about, I have already inquired about it. Arrived."

Yu Siyang sat upright, staring at Luo Peng with a sharp look, urging: "How is that person? In which hospital?"

"It's a coincidence that that person still has the same name and name as you," Luo Peng drank the water in the glass, but his face was heavy. "Xiao Yu, you have to prepare your friend to be mentally prepared. You asked That man ... is dead ... "

... dead, dead?

Yu Siyang's eyes suddenly widened, his face blanked, his head buzzed, and he couldn't make a sound when he closed his mouth several times.

What does it mean to die?

"Your friend's first love was rescued to death on the day he was sent to the hospital," Luo Peng said. "The funeral has been done, and it will be buried in the Qingsongyuan cemetery. Would you like to worship?"

"Sacrifice?" Yu Siyangmu repeated dullly.

Luo Peng nodded and said, "You can be discharged in two days. You can help your friend to worship her first love, and it can be considered as a friend."

"... Okay." Yu Siyang said slowly, "Thank you, Luo, you worked hard."

"I'll see you now. Anyway, I don't have much to do now, to say that it's hard, but it's just a errand." Luo Peng held a garbage bag in his hand and said with a smile: "You rest first, Xiaofeng looks for me Something happened. I went back to the company. In the evening, I ate Xiao Feng's rice and brought you something delicious. "

Yu Siyang reluctantly shook the corner of his mouth and smiled. When Luo Peng left, leaving him alone in the ward, he couldn't help curling up on the bed and crying in depression.

There is such a ridiculous thing in this world, that he died, but he lived clearly-living in someone else's body.

What is he like? Lonely Ghost? A thief who stole someone's life?

But he was alive. What about the original 18-year-old boy? Did he die with his body?

Yu Siyang squatted in front of the tombstone, and gently touched the photo on the tombstone. The young man's eyebrows in the photo had a particularly bright smile.

This photo was taken shortly after he won the gold medal of the Bonova contest. The hotel's personnel department took it, saying that it was to be placed in the display of outstanding employees. Unexpectedly, it became his legacy.

I'm probably the only person in the world who sweeps his own grave. Yu Siyang thought ridiculously, leaning on his tombstone, and looked at the strange hands raised in front of his eyes. These hands were long and fair. At first glance, he had not done any work. Unlike his own hands, they were rough calluses and scars. .

He came out of the orphanage and worked at the Emerald Hotel. From working as a handyman all the way to the current chef and chef, he worked hard for ten years and finally got some results. When he received the Bonova Award, he was still planning excitedly. In the future, if you have enough money, you can open a small restaurant of your own. You have to go to college to fulfill your college dream.

But these dreams were ruined by a crock pot.

Originally, he was a promising young man with little savings. He was smashed into an overworker by a clay pot, or an overworker who owed more than one billion yuan.

More than one billion!

As a small citizen with a deposit of 100,000, I have never seen so much money in my life. I never thought that as soon as my eyes were closed, he owed a huge amount of billions of dollars. .

Feeling that he would not eat, drink or spend this huge sum of money all his life, Yu Siyang looked up blankly, feeling that he wanted to cry again.

Yu Siyang never cried since he understood that his parents do n’t want to adopt themselves, and no good person would adopt him.

Knowing that he was dead and burned into a pile of ashes, he couldn't help crying these days.

But a big man is always crying, what it looks like.

Yu Siyang desperately held back his tears, wrapped his hands around his legs, and buried his face in his knees.

"what happened to you?"

Sudden questioning interrupted Yu Siyang's resentment. He looked up at the questioner, the sun was shining, and the man stood backlit, only to see a vague tall figure.

"Thank you, I'm fine," Yu Siyang shook his head, didn't stand up, and slowly lowered his head. "My closest person is dead, I'm sad, just stay alone for a while."

The man said "um" and said, "If you die, you can't be resurrected, and you die." After that, he turned away and walked to the top of the cemetery.

Yu Siyang turned his head blankly to see the person walking away, and then went to his own gravestone blankly, muttering to himself: "I'm not dead yet, but ... my body is already Dead ... am I considered a distant soul or a resurrection? "

Is it possible that he will only be able to continue to live in a different status in the future and treat himself as a young Yu Siyang, assuming his dual life as a teenager?

"Well, let's repay the debt, save the money, and then open a restaurant and go to college." Yu Siyang stood up, patted his dirty pants, and looked down at the young man who smiled brightly in the photo. "Yu Siyang Goodbye, I will come to see you again. "The red-eyed teenager grinned a bright smile at the corner of his mouth, just like the young man in the photo.

When Yu Siyang walked to the gate of the cemetery, he couldn't help looking back to the highest point of the cemetery. The man talking to him held a small, chubby child in his hand and turned his back to the gate of the cemetery.

"Thank you," Yu Siyang said softly.

But the man seemed to feel something, suddenly turned back, too far away, so that Yu Siyang could not see the man's appearance, he waved at him, turned and ran towards the bus station.

"Dad, what are you looking at?" The child pulled the man's hand.

The man patted his son's hair, "Nothing, go back?"

"Hmm." The little fat man nodded hard, holding the man's hand to jump, "Dad, go home, I want to eat a pig bag."

The man was pulled away by his son, and when he passed the tombstone that the boy leaned on, he looked at the picture and name on the tombstone.

"Yu Siyang." The man whispered the name on the tombstone.

Insignificant people, men have always been too lazy to remember, but now God makes the ghost write down the name.