Has the scumbag actor confessed?

Shen Xifeng participated in at least four or five variety shows during that time period, and the up owner probably felt that his performance was not good, so he only left a short segment as a representative.

In the more than ten minutes of video, Shen Yu behaved dull and dull.

The host asked several times, but he turned a deaf ear to it. It was the other guests who reminded him that he woke up and answered a few questions, all of which were irrelevant.

Fortunately, the host reacted quickly, followed Shen Yu's words, turned a corner, rounded up the topic again, and helped Shen Yu to save Shen Yu's respect by citing physical discomfort.

In the picture, Shen Xifeng has dim eyes, weak smile, and seems to be in a bad state of mind.

Seeing this, Zhong Yi woke up from his doze.

He checked the time of the video, and started to search for what happened in those few months on Tieba, Weibo, and various entertainment forums. This search took most of the night.

The cause was a dispute between brothers and sisters.

In the campus singer competition that year, Shen Yu only took fourth place, and two of the top three are still active on the TV screen.

The popularity of the champion Ling Sheng has always been comparable to that of Shen Yu. The two debuted in the same competition, and their relationship was once very good.

After the game, taking advantage of the heat, the two brokerage companies joined forces and asked the two of them to have a very topical "Asian high-pitched C prince" as their master, inspiring to change the status quo of the new generation in the music world who only has good looks but no strength.

In the teacher apprenticeship video, Shen Yu's face was ignorant and excited, as tender as spring bamboo shoots that had just broken through the ground, being led by Ling Sheng, he kowtowed and offered tea, which was quite a toss.

After that, Master "Top C" did take them to some concerts, opening ceremonies and so on.Every time she appeared in public, Shen Yu was always full of praise for her master and senior fellow apprentices, showing a wonderful image of a benevolent and virtuous master.

——However, after one year of apprenticeship, the master of "Top C" passed away due to cancer.

The master is a real master, a tenured professor of the Conservatory of Music, and has a lot of serious apprentices. When this kind of time comes, the students all come to see him off.

The two little fresh meats who entered the school halfway were no exception.

The incident happened on the way to the master's funeral.

For some reason, the students of the Conservatory of Music suddenly had a dispute with Ling Sheng and Shen Yu, and the two sides refused to give in.

In the end, that master's eldest disciple, a vice president of a local music academy, rushed to the media, and denounced how the "high pitched C" master had been under the influence of these two small freshmen in the entertainment circle for more than a year. , running acupuncture points everywhere, receiving various endorsements, and the body was exhausted for life.

As soon as these words came out, many disciples immediately echoed them.

In front of the camera, this group of middle-aged men and women in suits and leather shoes besieged two young people in their twenties, with sharp and harsh words that made it unbearable to listen to.

Zhong Yi looked at Shen Yu's pale and astonished face, and felt so distressed that she wanted to rush into the screen to catch someone.

However, this scolding battle was just a spark, and the ensuing fan scuffle dragged the two into the abyss.

A few days after the funeral video came out, Ling Sheng's largest website issued a statement, naming all the crimes and pushing all the crimes to Shen Yu, saying that he was eager for quick success, regardless of the old man's physical condition, and dragged Master to hype everywhere he went; Sheng also tried to persuade him several times, but it was a pity that Shen Yu insisted on going his own way and did not listen to the advice at all.

At the end of the statement, they even posted a few WeChat screenshots, in which Ling Sheng from the airborne fan club said in a joking way that this junior is very clingy, like a child who has not been weaned.

Of course, this statement was deleted three hours after it was issued.

But it appeared from 8:11 pm to [-]:[-] pm, which is the most active time of the entire Weibo. It doesn’t make much sense to delete it or not.

People who eat melons from all walks of life have taken screenshots, sorted out the timeline, picked out words, and analyzed whether there is PS;

Various technology emperors and prophecy emperors popped up like gophers, leading public opinion to go here and there;

——Reversed, slapped in the face, and continued to reverse, and it didn't stop all night.

Weibo was overwhelmed by the surging traffic several times that night, and the front page screamed "Weibo is down?", "Zha Lang is finally finished?".

This caused innocent passers-by who were not interested in the entertainment industry to suffer greatly, and the passers-by turned black in an instant and joined the scolding war.

The content of the scuffle was lengthy and vulgar, and the fans on both sides were of a younger age group. In addition to swearing at their genitals, they also continued to attack their relatives with extremely filthy and vulgar words.

Zhong Yi pulled and swept, her brows almost twisted into twists.

The most outrageous thing was that after the melee, Ling Sheng's diehard fans couriered wreaths and elegiac couplets to Shen Yu's company; some people blocked the place where Shen Yu posted the notice and threw dead chickens and cats at him; even his home address It was also fleshed out and posted in the internal group of fans.

For this reason, Shen Yu's family hid in the hotel.

Even so, during those dark days, Shen Yu’s Weibo content, except for advertisements, was mostly about a flower or a scene, and a sentence or two of Internet chicken soup that was neither salty nor bland, was probably announced to whitewash the peace. issued by.

But in the message on Weibo, Zhong Yi saw Shen Xifeng's figure.

Shen Xifeng appealed to fans over and over again to be rational, not to hurt others, and not to affect their own future because of him, an outsider.

But at this time, every word of his comfort can only make the fans who love him feel more distressed.

And those black fans will only shout more happily one by one, wishing that this white lotus would disappear.

As Shen Xifeng's cheap senior brother Ling Sheng, he didn't say anything.As early as when this website incited the masses to lead to anger, they had become strangers.

Even though Ling Sheng deleted the statement 'timely' for the sake of his junior brother's face, Shen Xifeng would no longer accept his kindness because of saving face.

There is a sentence that Shen Yu repeatedly mentioned: "Everyone, please rest assured, these things that don't break me will only make me stronger."

However, not long after, fans took photos of Shen Yu going to see a psychiatrist. Although there was no official statement, according to various signs, he should have suffered from depression at that time.

After watching all this, Zhong Yi's hands and feet are cold, but there is a fire in his heart.

The fire was roaring and clamoring, almost obliterating all his sanity.

He took out his lighter and cigarettes, opened the bedroom door, and walked up to the rooftop in the dawn light.

At dawn in early May, the wind is breezy, the sky is slightly green, the clouds are scattered and drifting eastward and westward, and the eastern sun is faintly reddish, which is the scene of the sun coming out.

Zhong Yiwo lay on the bed and looked at his phone all night, his hands, feet and neck were all stiff and uncomfortable, so he simply played a set of Taibai Pinshi.

He moved his whole body, sweated a little, and felt better.

The term 'empathy' is meaningless if one tries to get to the bottom of it.

When the knife doesn't cut you, you never know how the person who got the knife feels.Even if you try to understand it with the similar pain you have suffered before, you still cannot accurately restore everything the person has experienced.

A fluffy word will not only bring no comfort, but will also reduce the desire of the person concerned. After all, you "feel the same", so why do you need to listen to others?

Especially for someone like Zhong Yi, who is good at both learning and learning from a small piece, and hears mostly praises, and rarely even heavy words. It is really hard to imagine what it feels like to be cursed after three generations of ancestors.

Zhong Yi wiped his face hard, took out his cigarette and lit it.

He really needs to calm down.

Since I can't travel through time and space, and go back to that time to hug that big golden retriever, I can only focus on the future—while searching for information, Zhong Yi saw the news that Ling Sheng would be Shen Yu's guest of "La Lang Singing".

No matter what the truth of that incident was, what kind of insane brokerage company would force an artist who had suffered from depression to cooperate with his sworn enemy?

In other words, how much does it cost to run an artist agency?

A round of red sun came out through the clouds, sprinkled golden brilliance all over the sky, and Zhong Yi spit out a puff of smoke in the face of the morning glow, ending his endless reverie.

It was dawn, and there was a person who had tortured him all night, and he urgently needed to see him.

It's rare for Zhong Yi to take the initiative once, looking at his phone, only to find that today is the day for Shen Xifeng to record a program.

Well, wait for the weekend then.

Zhong Yi thought about it, but he was worried, and sent another message: "When are you going back to Ningzhou? I have something to do with you."

It was almost evening when I received the reply to the message sent in the morning, and Zhong Yi was very dissatisfied with the content.

Shen Xifeng said: "Next week, I have to rehearse songs with others on weekends, so I won't be able to come back."

Sing with others?

Zhong Yi hastily looked through the broadcast schedule of "Listen", and it turns out that next week is the resurrection match, so the rehearsal of "with others" can only be with Ling Sheng.

After being anxious for a whole night of self-study, Zhong Yi couldn't help but send a text message to ask Qin Wen: "What happened to Shen Yu and Ling Sheng back then?"

After the message was sent out, Zhong Yi checked his phone every few minutes, but unfortunately, there was no movement until the evening self-study was over.

As he walked towards the dormitory, he wondered if he should call and ask.

But will the phone call be too deliberate, causing Qin Wen, who is already out of her mind, to have bad reverie?

Zhong Yi hesitated all the way, and just returned to the door of the dormitory, Qin Wen's message came, she didn't type a word, and directly sent a picture.

It is the medical record issued by the Ningzhou Mental Health Center——

Test subject: Shen Xifeng, age: 17, past medical history: none.

In the last few minutes before the dormitory closed, there was an endless stream of people passing by, some were discussing what to eat for supper, some were discussing the steps to solve problems, and some were grabbing hot water with others.

Zhong Yi heard his heart beating faster, he skipped the large section of test data, and jumped directly to the last two lines.

Quiz conclusion:

Depression Severity Index (Depression Severity) = 0.73

severe depression.

Like a blunt knife slicing across his chest clearly and slowly, Zhong Yi was so painful that he had difficulty breathing.

"Student, can you come in or not? I'm going to close the door!" The dorm manager called Zhong Yi at the door, the glass door was already half closed.

Zhong Yi opened the Ctrip app, and ran in quickly: "Master, wait for me for 2 minutes, I will go back to the dormitory to get something, and I have to leave soon."

He rushed back to the dormitory in a hurry, grabbed two pieces of clothes casually, and panted, he said, "I have something to do tomorrow, so I asked Lao He for leave."

After speaking, he ran away like a whirlwind.

Poor Xie Laosan waited for a long time with his books spread out, but he slipped away without even seeing the front.

"What's the situation?" Xie Zhongyu pushed his glasses, and looked at the boss suspiciously: "Boss, you don't care if the youngest doesn't go to bed at night?"

"I can't control it." Xu Yun put a towel on his shoulders, and was walking to the bathroom, "It's too big to stay, he might find a wife, don't worry about it."

At Ningzhou Airport at 11:40, the broadcast in the lobby reminded passengers who took flight CZ8487 to Nanjing to hurry up and board the plane for the last time.

The ground stewardess at the boarding gate looked at the empty waiting area, and turned around to close the passage glass door.

At this time, a series of hurried footsteps sounded from far and near, followed by a boy shouting: "Wait a minute, there is another one!"

The ground staff turned around and saw a tall and thin figure galloping from the security checkpoint.When he reached the gate, he gave a sudden pause and handed over his boarding pass gasping for breath.

"Zhong Yi." The ground staff lady glanced at the name, and teased with a smile: "I called you several times, and thought you would not come."

The boy was still panting, and explained with apology: "I bought the ticket temporarily and came here from a long way away."

The ground staff looked up at the boy, and was taken aback by that handsome face.She approached subconsciously: "If you are in such a hurry, there must be something very important."

The teenager took the boarding pass and smiled back at her: "It's very important, chase someone."