Kidnapped by morality?Don't panic, kidnap it backhand

Finally, Huakun fans broke down.

"Why did you do this, our brother finally got to this point, why!!"

"Please, I beg you, I'll give you all the money, don't go on!"

"Can you let my brother go? As long as you let him go, I can give you my life!"

"Bai Ye! Bai Ye!! Do you want me? I'm very beautiful. Really, I'll give you my contact information. As long as you delete all the adaptations, please apologize!"

"If you continue, I'll show you if you believe it or not!!"

"I'm already standing on the edge of the balcony, are you really going to force me to death!?"

......

At this moment, for the first time, many spectators who watched the excitement felt the madness of the fans.

Seeing these barrages is like seeing the twisted soul behind them.

Bai Ye stopped.

Looking at the live broadcast interface, he was speechless for a while.

Fans who say they are going to jump off a building, can they do it?

can.

In the previous life, Bai Ye used to hang out in the post bar in the early years when it was not controlled too much.

He had actually seen some celebrities cut their wrists live on TV after something happened to the star that was totally unacceptable to the fans.

It's ridiculous to say that stars are really beliefs for some fans.

And it is a firm belief.

They are brain-dead fans, and maybe they can change their names——

Fanatics.

When faith collapses, anything is possible.

So Hakuno stopped.

At this time, the electricity in the recording studio was suddenly cut off, and it was pitch black.

Only the live broadcast room used traffic, and it was still shining.

Bai Ye looked around, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The staff outside came in and said, "Mr. Bai, I'll go down and have a look."

Bai Ye shook his head and said, "No need, you can't fix it well."

If the power goes out at this time, who else can do it?

In the darkness, Bai Ye's face seemed to be indistinct.

"I stopped, not because of a power outage, or changing the recording studio, nor because I wanted to reason with you fans, and the reason has to be told to people who want to hear the reason. Not because you threatened me, every day in this world All lives are lost, more of you will not be more, less of you will be more."

The live broadcast room became silent, and the barrage was decreasing.

Bai Ye's voice seemed to be calm: "I just thought of your parents, the world is so strange sometimes, I, an outsider, would think of your parents, but you can't.

Forget it, I know someone from Hua Kun’s management company was watching the live broadcast, apologize to me, and take the song "Sound of Cancer" off the shelves, otherwise I will continue to change the song tomorrow.Remember, now I hand over the choice to you again, and the lives of your fans are also in your hands.How to do it, you decide. "

He couldn't be sure whether the fans who sent these threatening words wanted to do so themselves, or were instructed.

But it doesn't matter, who can't play football?

The number of people in the live broadcast room is decreasing.

Hua Kun's fans left the stage one by one.

Bai Ye stood up, took the live broadcast stick, and prepared to broadcast.

Zhang Lanlan, who hadn't heard much all night, said, "Mr. Bai, can I interview you?"

I don't know if it's because of what happened just now, but Bai Ye felt a little depressed, and thought it was okay to talk.

He said: "Okay, just say a few words."

Zhang Lanlan was very excited, and quickly asked: "First of all, I want to ask, what kind of experience is it that made you write the song "What Can I Use to Keep You?" There must be some story behind it?"

Bai Ye shook his head: "No, I just wrote it like that."

It really doesn't.

He was very satisfied with his answer. As expected of me, he maintained the utmost honesty even if there was a hang-up.

Zhang Lanlan had a different opinion, and said, "How could it not? When I saw you singing, my eyes turned red."

Bai Ye: "???"

His face turned black!

Are you a war correspondent?

Standing on a minefield for an interview?

"I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!" Bai Ye quickly retorted!

"Impossible, I can see clearly." Zhang Lanlan was about to start turning the camera, "I captured everything."

"Hey, hey!" Bai Ye was anxious, "You, uh, I mean, why don't you ask something else?"

Zhang Lanlan said strangely: "But this is what I want to ask the most. I believe that the audience in the live broadcast room also wants to know a lot. If you don't believe me, take a look."

Hearing what she said, the audience who stayed in the live broadcast room didn't know what to do.

Barrage, release.

"Hahahahahahahaha! As an old viewer, I am very responsible to draw conclusions, the old dog Bai panicked!"

"Your eyes are red? Did you sing yourself to tears? Old dog Bai, old dog Bai, you still have a heart!"

"Miss reporter, I will pay a high price for the video in your hand! High price!"

"If you buy it, remember to send it to me. If you are on a horse, I will make the picture of Bai Laogou crying as my avatar on each platform!"

"Hahahahahahahaha, add me! I want to make an emoji!"

......

hiss!

Bai Ye glanced at the live broadcast room, feeling bad.

Quickly said: "Listen to me, some people don't need experience to write songs, can you understand?"

Zhang Lanlan thought about it seriously, and said, "I don't understand."

Bai Ye was about to go crazy, and said loudly, "Why can't you understand this!"

Zhang Lanlan said: "Because I used to write essays. If I wrote a story, the composition would not be very good. If I wrote about my own experience, the score would be very high."

Bai Ye's toes were clasped tightly between mother and child.

The two looked at each other with big eyes.

froze.

"Okay, I can tell you." Bai Ye thought for a while and said, "But I have a request."

Zhang Lanlan was very happy and asked, "Yes, what's the request!"

Bai Ye said, "Give me the video in your camera, or delete it."

"But..." Zhang Lanlan hesitated.

Bai Ye said: "It's nothing to worry about. The video I just recorded was worthless, and it was broadcast live. Do you want to listen to it?"

Zhang Lanlan had no choice but to agree, and deleted the video under supervision.

What she didn't know was how painful those people in the live broadcast room were when she did this set of movements.

They all wanted to fly out of the screen to stop her!

You were fooled!

Save the video, we can crowdfund in the live broadcast room and spend a lot of money to buy it!

Damn!

Bai Ye's mood was completely opposite, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

Zhang Lanlan asked, "Can Mr. Bai speak now?"

"can."

Bai Ye sat back on the chair, narrowed his eyes, and said, "It was winter, I just came out of society, and something happened to me, I—"

"Wait!" Zhang Lanlan interrupted, and said embarrassedly, "I haven't had time to record just now, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Tsk! My emotions have been interrupted by you!" Bai Ye was very dissatisfied.

Zhang Lanlan clasped her hands together: "Never again! Please continue!"

Bai Ye sighed, narrowed his eyes again, and said, "I just graduated from society, and I didn't want to ask my family for money, so I gritted my teeth and went to Shencheng, where I didn't achieve anything for half a year. I can’t make any money, so I can only sleep in the bridge hole.”

In slow telling, a story emerges.

The young Bai Ye was unaccompanied and penniless in the big city, and even ate his last meal without the next meal, so he survived from June to the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month.

At the most difficult time, I felt unwell again, developed a high fever, and finally collapsed on the side of the road on a snowy night. The last consciousness before fainting was, I won’t just die here, right?

He is not dead.

A homeless man rescued him.

And took out the only little money he had, bought him antipyretics, and gave him the place where he lived, where there was no wind.

In the middle of the night, Bai Ye's fever became worse, and the homeless man didn't know what to do. After thinking about it, he had to take off his thin clothes and wrap him tightly.

After staying up all night like this, Bai Ye's fever subsided.

However, before the tramp could be happy, he found that his eyes were darkened and he fell down.

And never got up again.

That snowy morning was the darkest moment in Bai Ye's life, and it was also at that time that he felt the impermanence of fate.

That's where that song came from.

I don't know if Bai Ye is too good at telling stories, or if Zhang Lanlan's tears are too low.

The crying was sporadic.

He twitched and said, "So... woo... You only say... woo woo... Do you want to sing when you see snow falling?"

Bai Ye scratched his head, nana said: "Ah, yes."

I didn't, it's all your own interpretation!

When Zhang Lanlan heard the affirmative answer, she cried even more sadly, and squatted on the ground.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Bai Ye hurried away.

......

In a hurry, he ran to the parking lot downstairs of the recording studio. Bai Ye looked back and breathed a sigh of relief.

Very good, did not chase out.

Since I really have nothing to do, I shouldn't have agreed to her interview.

But after thinking about it, the depression in my heart seemed to dissipate.

Okay.

Looking at the live broadcast room, the barrage was asking about the story just now.

"No way, old dog Bai, what you said is true? Were you that miserable at the time?"

"Wow, I'm a bit defensive, that bum is such a nice guy!"

"And then? Did you bury him?"

"No wonder, after hearing this story, I can understand many lyrics in the song just now."