The overlord's Bai Yueguang always wants to commit suicide, what should I do?

When he arrived at the new room, he washed up and went to bed, and turned on the small bedside lamp, but Xi Qin's eyes were wide open, which was completely different from his usual sleepiness.

I have insomnia, and the back of my head hurts intermittently. I haven't had this symptom for a long time. Even after taking painkillers, it still doesn't work.

Perhaps because of the bloody suicide photos he saw just now, Xi Qin couldn't help thinking wildly.

His brother Xi Han also left them because of suicide. He ran away from home two years ago and jumped into the sea at the pier. Before leaving, he wrote two suicide notes, one on Luo Ye's bedside and one on his pillow. Down.

Xi Qin didn't really want to recall what his brother wrote to him, and his brain hurt when he thought about it, but he couldn't stop those cold words from drilling into his mind.

He said that he was too tired to live, had no future and hope for the future, and couldn't bear to drag Luo Ye and Xi Qin down, so he might as well just walk away.

However, Xi Qin couldn't blame him, even if Luo Ye became disheartened afterwards, even if he had no relatives, Xi Qin couldn't blame him.

The medical certificate of his depression was still in Xi Qin's drawer. It was later found by Xi Qin from the relics after Xi Han's death. Relaxed, the fear that was suppressed in the heart seemed to be opened up, and the pain was no longer there.

Their mother committed suicide in the same way. The doctor diagnosed that their family had a certain degree of hereditary depression. This was when their parents divorced. Xi Qin, who was five years old, and Xi Han, who was eight years old, knew about it.

Families with a history of mental illness or hereditary neuropathy are doomed to be unhappy. The two Xi Qin brothers were entrusted to their grandmother to raise them after their parents divorced. Xi Qin once felt that there was an optimistic grandmother and the hope that life gave them, and they would never be together again. Let depression find itself.

However, things backfired. Before Xi Qin noticed it, this horrible disease quietly took away his last relative.

But he always felt that... something was wrong, how could his brother commit suicide?

At that time, Xi Han and Luo Ye were in a stable relationship, and Xi Han was even planning to study abroad to further his acting skills. Everything was thriving. If depression could destroy a person in an instant, it would be too abrupt.

Unfortunately, two years have passed, Xi Qin still can't find the reason, Luo Ye also passed away, and the chance of finding the clues of the past is getting slimmer...

But today, an envelope came out of the blue, a seemingly threatening and malicious photo, Xi Qin vaguely caught something looming, someone was hinting at him, maybe it was a kind reminder, or it might be a malicious inducement, Xi Qin couldn't tell the difference .

There will always be clues, there will always be...

Numerous thoughts rushed into his head, the back of his head was swollen and his vision gradually blurred, Xi Qin couldn't support his heavy eyelids, and when they gradually drooped, he suddenly remembered... It seems that he hasn't said good night to Cheng Qi.

This is a small rule that has been silently settled down recently. Cheng Qi is afraid that he often stays up late and hurts his health, so he wants him to say something before going to bed and supervise him not to stay up too late.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the strength to type any more, and he mumbled vaguely twice while pressing the voice button: "Brother Cheng...good night..."

Not knowing whether to send it or not, Xi Qin's hand softened and he lost consciousness.

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In the early morning of the next day, the rehearsal of the show was about to begin. Except for a few well-known talk show guests who would arrive in the afternoon, the few young actors who spoke lightly among them all had to go to the spot in advance to familiarize themselves with the script that should be formally recorded in the evening.

When Xi Qin arrived at the scene of "When the Proof is in Progress", a singer happened to be rehearsing for the opening. The lights and the backing dancers behind him opened the scene gorgeously. The male singer appeared on stage accompanied by very strong rhythmic music. Under the spotlight, the singer's microphone was shining .

Xi Qin in the background couldn't help but stare dumbfounded. Once upon a time, he wanted to appear on the stage like this. Surrounded by spotlights, even if he was very nervous, the expressions of the people in the audience were different, or ridiculed, or indifferent, or looking forward to it. Everything can be ignored.

But... Even if he is holding the microphone and standing in the center of the stage, with confidence and no embarrassment, he can't sing anymore.

Withdrawing his envious eyes, Xi Qin looked down at his script. Today, he is still a cold and cool character, and he even needs to use sharp words to retaliate against the guest's attack, and warm up for the popular female artist who will appear below.

Although the variety show looks very natural, the conflicts and plots are reversed, and the program effect is perfect, but in fact, there are scripts and arrangements, and even Xi Qin himself does not know what will be edited when it is broadcast.

In the final analysis, what kind of program is "When the Proof is in Progress"? One sentence is very simple. It digs out the history of Daoist gangsters, attacks them in groups, and then fights back in the face.

Most of the invited celebrities, no matter how big or small they are, were hacked out of the circle when they debuted, and then their fame soared. This program uses the black history of the past to criticize the parties, and then gives the parties a week to prepare , Return to the show to prove your true strength to the audience and judges.

For example, for a singer, the black history of early lip-syncing was uncovered, and all the guests and judges complained and criticized, and then sang a cappella on the spot to slap everyone in the face.

If it is an actor, he was ridiculed because of his embarrassing acting skills. After a few days of training, he re-acted the scenes that were badly performed at the beginning, and conquered the audience and judges.

Most of them follow such routines. Some celebrities succeeded in slapping faces and received a lot of praise, while others ended in failure and caused a wave of public opinion to follow the trend. Xi Qin is no surprise, he must be the one who failed.

Xi Qin himself knows that he is not an actor material, so he does not refute the title of "Vase", but is there any other way out?At least not yet.

"Alas..." Sighing lightly, Xi Qin pinched the back of his neck and looked at his bloody script, knowing well about the upcoming new wave of online blackmail.

I'm a little bit reconciled, if I can sing, do I still need to fish in troubled waters among actors?I'm sorry to all the seniors who shined on the road of interpretation, he just went the wrong way, and I can't go back for the time being, Xiao Transparent, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

Before the rehearsal officially started, the phone was on vibrate, and the pop-up of WeChat almost made Xi Qin's hands numb.

But Xi Qin opened it with a little expectation, and glanced over, except for the news of seeking cooperation and negotiation, Cheng Qi's name was indeed on the top, with the little red dot twinkling.

Cheng Qi: [Morning, I slept a little late yesterday, so don't stay up late, are you up now? 】

Cheng Qi: [The holographic game equipment is ready, but I don’t know what color you like]

Cheng Qi: [If you play "Rorty World", I recommend you to try the bard or chant priest, it's very suitable for you! 】

Uh... Sure enough, when it came to games, Cheng Zong became extremely excited, and became less and less reserved.

If "Rorty's World" doesn't pick on him as a rookie, Xi Qin is indeed willing to give it a try.

Xi Qin: [Morning, the color... just black and white]

Xi Qin: [I will definitely try these professions]

Xi Qin: [I woke up very early today, Mr. President has worked very hard too]

Cheng Qi sent a message at 06:30, he should be busy at [-] o'clock now, Xi Qin stopped bothering him and quit WeChat, but his mood improved a lot, even the dry script was not so ugly.

While glancing at the script, Xi Qin absentmindedly posted on the Weibo account of the small account "Wu Yun Gai Xue", gaining hundreds of followers in a day, probably brought by Chang Feng's @给.

Xi Qin also really admired these people who had fans of him. It's amazing that he can still pay attention to such a trumpet that is obviously unmanned, and even reposts the lottery.

However, in his recent microblog sharing "My Girl, My Cat", there are quite a few comments, all of whom think his composition is great, but most people can see that this may be the trumpet of the composition, It is a pity that there is no channel to understand him.

[Sunny to cloudy: I ​​really only listened to the song "Dark Clouds" once. I can't even remember the lyrics of Changfeng, but I can hum the song!poisonous! 】

[The magical conch: Wu Yunda was originally the lyricist of "Unexplained"? !I just found out by me!My favorite ancient song! 】

"The Words Are Unexplained" is when Xi Qin was 17 years old. He used "Dark Clouds and Snow" to write lyrics for others for the first time. The song circle is small, and Xi Qin, who wrote lyrics, has no sense of existence. He was only picked out by this fan until now.

Regarding the black history at that time, Xi Qin laughed it off, ignored the screaming comments below, and turned to the bottom, and a new comment came into view——

[Lu Waiwai: He can write lyrics and compose music, he is an all-rounder! [Sahua] I'm just a little curious, why is it called "Dark clouds cover snow"?Because the dark cloud is greatly a cat? [Cat head]]

Xi Qin raised his eyes strangely, and looked at Lu Pianpian who was swiping his phone over there, with an uncontrollable snicker almost appearing on his reserved little face.

Maybe it was because Xi Qin's gaze was too weird, Lu Pianpian over there noticed it, put down the phone and ran away with the manager, and glanced back at Xi Qin, like a mouse being followed by a cat.

Xi Qin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and lowered his head to look away. In fact, he was also thinking about why he chose the name "Wu Yun Gai Xue", maybe it was because of the Wu Yun Gai Xue cat in his grandmother's house when he was a child.

It was very hard for grandma to take Xi Qin and his two brothers alone, but the family kept a cat all the time and spoiled it like the third little grandson.

"This cat seems to be diligent," the grandma said with a cheerful smile as she stroked the lazy black cloud cover snow cat. , it hurts..."

"Meow~" At this time, this Wuyungai snow cat would always stretch its waist, squint its eyes and rub against the side of grandma's neck. The five-year-old little Xiqin felt that it was eating, so he drove it away, and got into grandma's body by himself. Acting like a baby in her arms: "Love me! Grandma loves me!"

"Hahaha, clingy!" Grandma touched his head and said with a smile. The temperature on the top of his head is still deep in the memory until now, as if it has become a soft and warm nest. With the soul home.

The black cloud covered snow cat has no name, its back and limbs are black, its nose tip is down, and its belly hair is white, its paws reveal white gloves, it is elegant and well-behaved, even if it dies of old age, it still chooses to lie in the morning glory bushes in the sun, safe and sound close your eyes.

Xi Qin seemed to be able to feel the resonance from it, so he took this name involuntarily.

Seeing Lu Pianpian's joking comment, Xi Qin replied seriously——

[Reply to @路失失: I might be really a cat (^^)]

"Everyone! Prepare for the first rehearsal!"

Over there, the director and the staff began to say hello, Xi Qin put down his phone, and the slight upward curve of his mouth because of the memory was completely let go at this moment.

Putting on a mask, he became another "Xi Qin".

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Over there, Xi Qin was busy on the stage, but Xiao Tang in the background secretly answered the phone and went to the bathroom with a file bag.

"...Brother Yang, I...I really don't want to take these photos, they are disgusting!" Xiao Tang took out the file bag, which contained the bloody photos that were stuffed into Xi Qin's room by the mysterious bastard last night.

"Stop talking nonsense! What are you afraid of just taking pictures?!" Yang Chao's voice came from the phone, with secret excitement, "I took a quick shot and passed it on, and the hotel's surveillance is also there, just to use Xi Qin to stir up a wave of illegitimate students The heat, not to mention how attractive it is!"

Xiao Tang had no choice but to put on a bitter face, cursing Yang Chao countless times in his heart: "Okay, I'll be right away, then...do you want to tell Sister Yan?"

"I'll contact her personally," Yang Chao said in a flattering tone, "Of course I won't let Yan Sheng miss this opportunity."

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Tang finished taking pictures of the bloody photos in the envelope with trembling hands, but he didn't find it when he hurriedly sent them. On a photo of committing suicide by jumping off a building, there was a string of inconspicuous characters in the corner——

"IWU".