Daily Life of the Canary Pet Master

"Same." The boy didn't refuse, let him buy another bottle of water, and handed it to him as a reward.

The boy took the water and walked beside Ou Shaowen naturally. They walked for a while until they reached the door of the practice room. Only then did Ou Shaowen stop, turned his head and glanced suspiciously, "You have to go too Dance class?"

"...Yes." He made a little mental preparation, and introduced himself, "My name is Song Yijiu, and I am 25 years old. Because I sing well, I am very good at imitating other people's voices. The next one is called "Under the Light" ", the company may send me to go with you."

Ou Shaowen blinked and looked at him without saying a word.

Song Yijiu is not used to staring at other people for a long time when talking. Every time his eyes just glanced at his face, they wandered elsewhere, "So, starting today, I may take dance lessons with you."

"Oh." Ou Shaowen nodded, indicating that he knew it. He was silent for a moment before realizing that he seemed to be politely introducing himself, "My name is Ou Shaowen, and I am 20 years old."

In fact, this is not his real age. He doesn't know how old he is. This age was randomly determined by the person who issued the certificate for him based on his appearance.

Song Yijiu is not a person who is good at chatting with strangers naturally, and Ou Shaowen is even more not, so the two of them had almost no communication during the whole dance class.

For Ou Shaowen now, the company's dance courses only serve to maintain basic skills and strengthen muscle training, and it doesn't improve his dance skills much. But Song Yijiu is different. In terms of dancing, he is really an ordinary person without any foundation. He is not as talented as Ou Shaowen, and he looks extraordinarily clumsy. Hard work seems more and more clumsy.

Panting heavily, he walked to the side, turned away the mineral water, raised his head, poured a little on his face, and then looked at Ou Shaowen amidst the mist.

Early this morning, when he received a call from the head of the so-called idol department of the company and called him to his office, it took him a lot of effort to calmly accept this pie-in-the-sky arrangement. The previous Qimeng didn't have an idol department, and he was just a supporting actor who spent his youth in many movies and TV shows. Singing was his personal hobby. But suddenly this morning, the minister personally explained to him that he heard him singing when he happened to pass by the practice room. He admired him, agreed with him, and felt that he might have a greater prospect on the road of idol.

In order to share with Ou Shaowen part of the attention from ordinary audiences about his background in the big company, and more importantly, share part of the fire and pressure, the company made this pairing in less than half a month before the recording of the show started. An unusually sudden decision for him.

Finally, after the minister explained everything, he smiled and said, "You will go to class with Ou Shaowen from today. He is quite talented in dancing. You can ask him to help you as much as you want, and let him teach you. You don't have to lose your face." , You should have heard of him, and building a good relationship with him can allow you to take many shortcuts."

"By the way, Mr. Ou seems to be coaxing his children recently. When you are with Ou Shaowen on weekdays, ask him to help you. Thank you and praise him. You should be able to coax people, just like coaxing children Same."

Song Yijiu is not a person who likes to trouble others in essence, nor is he a sweet-talking, coaxing, or likable person, but he also cherishes this opportunity that has come so hard to come by.

He is no longer young, but he still has a dream he is not willing to give up.

After taking two deep breaths, he crumpled the plastic bottle in his hand, walked up to Ou Shaowen with some hands and feet, and finally mustered up the courage: "The teacher is leaving after class, can you teach me again?" Those actions just now?"

Ou Shaowen looked up at him, Song Yijiu held his breath, as if waiting for some kind of sentence.

After a meeting of eyes, he stood up and walked to the middle of the practice room, "I'll give you 0.5 times the speed and re-demonstrate it again."

Ou Shaowen didn't know how to teach others, where to put his hands and feet, he seemed to understand everything after reading it once. The instinct of the body came with it, so he didn't need to think about it, so he just taught it over and over again. Song Yijiu repeated the movements, from coherent movements to decomposed movements, from 0.5 times speed to 0.2 times speed, he didn't feel tired at all, and he didn't feel the slightest impatience, until Song Yijiu was exhausted and took the initiative to stop.

He sat slumped on the ground, dizzy for a while, and his heart beat so fast that it seemed to pop out of his throat.

Ou Shaowen glanced at him and reminded: "Just after exercising, you can't sit down immediately, it will burden your heart."

"Oh, thanks...thank you." Song Yijiu struggled to get up again, remembering the minister's previous order, and praised with some embarrassment, "Thank you for your help, your dance is really good, I have never seen it before, just practiced Someone who can dance so well in such a short period of time. It’s not you who helped me today, and I’m sure I won’t be able to figure out these moves correctly no matter how I go back.”

After saying this, Ou Shaowen didn't respond for the time being, he himself felt ashamed first, the purposeful praise gave him a very subtle feeling, his cheeks were slightly hot, and he wanted to skip it quickly as if he had completed a task this topic.

So he quickly found an excuse, saying that there were other arrangements in the future, and said goodbye to him in a hurry.

Ou Shaowen stood where he was and watched him stride away, and soon disappeared, and then he realized that he was a little happy to be praised.

What a good day today, why does it seem to be praised all day long.

After calling Qi Yue and asking him to come pick him up, Ou Shaowen sat on the chair and tapped the floor with his heels, wondering if he would take advantage of this good day to fulfill his promise to buy Ou Renjin a gift.

"Buy gifts, okay, I'll go with you." Seeing that it was still early, Qi Yue readily agreed to his proposal, and drove to a high-end shopping center where luxury goods gathered throughout the city.

There are not many people shopping here, and some shop assistants are lazily sitting on the sidelines playing with their mobile phones, and wait for the customers to come to them before they get up and say hello.

Ou Shaowen didn't even go into a few shops, he seemed to come here specially to appreciate the signboards, he kept walking along the way, occasionally passing by someone's door, and taking a glimpse inside.

"It's been a long time since I heard you say that you want to buy gifts from Mr. Ou." When Ou Shaowen brought up this topic before, Qi Yue was a little bit annoyed for him, but later Mr. Ou talked with him many times because of Ou Shaowen. Gradually, I felt that my impression of Mr. Ou over the years seemed to be biased. At least, when it came to the arrangement of Ou Shaowen's acting career, he was calm, rational, and thoughtful, and he did not take other people's future as a way to make fun of himself.

For such a caring "boss", it is time to buy a gift to thank him.

"Kid Shaowen, we've walked around the mall for a long time, and my feet are sore. What do you want to buy?"

Ou Shaowen stopped in his tracks, "Ou Renjin said that he asked me to give him something I like, but after looking at it for a long time, I feel that there is nothing I like here."

Hearing his answer, Qi Yue raised his eyebrows with great interest, feeling that Mr. Ou's request was really interesting, "Then we can just change places, where can I buy the things you like?"

Ou Shaowen was a little dazed. Since he left the laboratory, he had only asked for two things. One was the green leaves that Ou Renjin gave him, and the other was a simple remote control racing car that was not exquisite. But speaking of which, these were not his. Hobbies are just obsessions he has had since he was a child, because of a certain sentence he heard, a certain scene he saw.

The researcher who is in charge of his research on epidermal cell restoration has a wife who likes to make leaf bookmarks, so every book of his has a few leaf bookmarks that have turned yellow or have been cleaned so that only the veins remain He obviously cherishes these things very much on weekdays. He once grabbed someone's collar and yelled in a vicious tone as if he was going to eat people because the leaves were crushed when someone returned the book, but When answering his wife’s phone calls, he always seemed disgusted, and would complain softly to her, “I think the leaf is the best when it’s on the tree, it’s green and vibrant, and it’s nothing like an ordinary bookmark when it’s crushed. difference."

But Ou Shaowen had never seen what the green leaves growing on the tree looked like. Nor had he ever played with the remote-controlled racing car that a researcher's son used to play in the hallway outside the lab.

Later, when he really got it, he felt that these things seemed to be nothing more than that, and there was nothing unusual about them, and they were not worth waiting for for such a long time.

The thing he really likes, after thinking about it again and again, seems to be Ou Renjin. He has nothing else to like but him.

So he shook his head, "It seems that I can't buy the things I like."

"Is there anything in this world that money can't buy?"

"Ou Renjin, he can't buy it." Isn't this quite natural? He thought Qi Yue would know.

Qi Yue choked.

The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, he took a deep breath, barely resisted his desire to complain, and seriously solved the problem for his artist, "If you want to buy a real person, you definitely can't afford it, but you can still buy a substitute. However, are you sure you want to buy a 'Mr. Ou' as a gift for Mr. Ou?"

It sounds a little perverted.

Ou Shaowen's eyes were puzzled and filled with anticipation.

"Okay, come with me."

…

Ou Ren Jinwo finished watching a movie that had just been released on the sofa, and was carefully looking at the list of people behind the ending song when he received a call from abroad.

He was a little surprised, but he didn't realize that his face had become serious unconsciously. He picked up the phone and said "Hello" softly.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, "I seem to have found out where the night nurse from before is now."

Ou Renjin's whole body began to tremble unconsciously, and he felt his scalp tingling, as if because of this sentence from the mobile phone, he instantly returned to the nightmare that had tortured him for many years.

The one who couldn't sleep because of the pain in the middle of the night sneaked into the mother's ward, but because she was afraid of touching the large and small instruments on the mother's body, she lay on the carpet next to the sofa and fell asleep in a daze. Waking up to a nightmare.