After the failure of the popular niche plastic surgery [Entertainment]

"Look, look, look for friends,

find a good friend,

salute, shake hands,

You are my good friend.

Find and find, find friends—"

Cheng Weizhi heard the children outside playing the game of "find friends", so he stopped the pen writing homework in his hand, opened the window and looked out.The sound insulation of the windows is not good, and there is no difference at all with the windows open or not.The clear and loud singing voices belonging to the children rushed into his ears word by word.The voices of the children in the yard were loud and clear, and the end of each sentence was raised high, which was enough to show how happy they were at this moment.

They exchanged joyful gazes, each with the innocence unique to children, and the pupils were as clear as water, like the dewdrops on the flowers in the morning, without a speck of dust.

Cheng Weishi is already a junior high school student, long past the age of playing "find friends", but he is very envious of those children who are running and playing outside, he is much happier than him doing homework alone at home.

He looked out the window for a while, and as soon as it got dark, the children were called home one after another by their parents.It was almost meal time, and coal stoves were lit in every household. The hot oil was sizzling in the pot, and the adults were frying vegetables with high fire in front of the stove.

It was getting darker.

Cheng Weizhi smelled the scent of food wafting from the neighbor's house, and suddenly his stomach growled.

God seemed to know that he was hungry, when the door of the house rang "bang bang bang".The knocking on the door was disorderly, and the people outside shouted: "Ashi, Ashi! Open the door!"

As soon as Cheng Weizhi turned the doorknob, the woman outside the door fell directly on top of him.

The woman on his shoulders was his mother.My mother was very drunk, and the smell of alcohol came out of her body and mouth, her clothes were wrinkled, and her hands and feet seemed to be out of order, like a dirty rag doll.She was so drunk that she could hardly keep her eyes open, and two bloodshot whites were exposed in the slits of her eyes, as if she could see her son clearly with just a little peripheral vision.She babbled drunkenly: "Play mahjong... help me to... bed, I want to sleep..."

"Mom, are you going to 'play mahjong' again?"

But it doesn't matter, it's just drunk, unlike before, my mother would bring strange men back, close the door of the inner room to prevent him from entering, and secretly play mahjong with strange men in the house.

But, how do the two of them fight...?

Cheng Weizhi slowly helped his mother into the house. Since he was thin and weak, Cheng Weizhi could only put his mother on his small bed nearby.He covered his mother with a quilt and prepared to boil a pot of water on the stove.

The mother didn't reply, she closed her eyes as soon as she lay on the bed, probably because the smell of her son on the quilt reassured her, she fell asleep very quickly, and after a while there was a deep snoring sound at the head of the bed.

Cheng Weizhi took a white steamed bun from the small refrigerator and ate it. He didn't dare to turn on the light to disturb his mother, so he picked up the Chinese book and walked to the door under the moonlight, reading his book while eating the steamed bun.

During the period, when two children passed by him, they gave him a contemptuous look, whispered something, and ran away in a hurry.

No matter how bright the moonlight was, it was not as bright as the light. After only half an hour of watching it, he began to feel dizzy. He looked up at the moon, and then leaned against the door frame to rest with his eyes closed.In the stillness of the night, he heard a voice asking, "Do you want a friend?"

"What?" Cheng Weishi looked around.

There was nothing around.

"Do you want a friend who treats you sincerely?"

Only then did he realize that this voice came from his own heart.

The voice in my heart continued: "A friend who treats you sincerely...will not consider your background, will not look at you with strange eyes, and will not care that your mother has such a humble job. As long as someone is willing to treat you as a friend……"

His eyes became very sharp in an instant, and he said viciously: "Shut up. You are not allowed to say that about my mother!"

The voice in my heart also became vicious, like a mad dog: "'you' what 'you'! I am you!"

"I am you!"

……

Cheng Weizhi suddenly sat up from the bed in shock.

He broke out in a cold sweat, and his whole body was wet like being drenched by rain.His face, forehead, and even his eyelashes were wet with sweat.

He raised his hand and turned over the alarm clock beside the bed, only to find that it was only 04:30 in the morning.

Cheng Weizhi was no longer in the mood to go back to sleep, he washed his face, and then found a locked notebook from the back of the closet.

This essay is like a diary, and what is recorded on it are all his thoughts about his past life, but it does not write down everything directly like a diary.Rather than narrating one thing, he is more inclined to write down the truest and most secret thoughts deep in his heart in this notebook.He turned a page and found that on a certain day two years ago, he wrote two sentences.

"I want a friend who treats me wholeheartedly."

"Take me as a friend sincerely...will not consider my origin, will not look at me with strange eyes, and will not care that my mother is doing this humble job. If someone is willing to treat me as a friend..."

What's behind "If someone would consider me a friend"?

He didn't write any more.

And now Cheng Weizhi finally understood what the phrase "I am you" in the dream just now meant.

"Sir... I never thought that their secrecy is so strict, but now it has been confirmed that there is a problem with Zhong Fei's identity."

If there is no problem, how could there be two identical files in and out of the compartment?

"Sir, I think this is probably a provocation to the person who investigates his identity. This method is used to clearly tell the person who comes to investigate that they have already made complete preparations. Even if you have doubts, there is no Find a way to find out a clue, so that you can retreat in the face of difficulties."

Even if there are two identical files, what can it mean.This does not prove that Zhong Fei was dropped.

In fact, even they themselves have no way to convince themselves, because this direction is too ridiculous.This is just a guess of Duan Kejia, he is using the craziest idea to speculate on Huang Xiuxian.Based on his understanding of Huang Xiuxian, it's nothing to change a celebrity, he can do even more excessive things.

"Sir, I'm curious about one thing. Why hasn't anyone noticed anything unusual so far? Zhong Fei is a star!"

Duan Kejia bit his cigarette, his eyes paused in one place, and he smiled: "What is this difference in the entertainment industry? In the eyes of others, he has changed his style at most. If you hadn't become his personal assistant, I would It is also impossible to guess in this direction. If this person is really not Zhong Fei, I have to say that the substitute they found is really perfect."

"Perfect?" Liu Zhonglin frowned, "It's obviously completely different."

Duan Kejia: "That's what you think. You are his personal assistant, but most people outside know him through the lens. I checked, even if outsiders worked with Zhong Fei before, Zhong Fei would find a way Avoiding them far away, not making friends with them, it feels like, he is an extremely lonely person..."

Liu Zhonglin followed Duan Kejia's train of thought for a while, and suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Sir, tell me, does he already know that he is going to be transferred?"

Knowing that I was going to be transferred, I started to stay away from people in my circle early on.

Duan Kejia was noncommittal: "Since they don't want us to continue investigating Zhong Fei's identity, let's go in another direction." He put out the cigarette in his hand, "For example, find the original Zhong Fei. Now there are two possibilities, one It may be that the original Zhong Fei is dead, so it will be very difficult for us to find him; another possibility is that Zhong Fei has been hidden, where do you think they will place Zhong Fei?"

Liu Zhonglin answered without hesitation: "Overseas."

Duan Kejia shook his head: "You underestimate Huang Xiuxian too much. Maybe he will tell other people around him that Zhong Fei has gone abroad, but he will never do it himself. Even if everyone else thinks that going abroad is the safest, he will still tell others that Zhong Fei has gone abroad. Keep it firmly within his controllable range. For him, it is the safest and most reliable to put it under his nose. Moreover, the identity of entry and exit is too easy to reveal. Even if Zhong Fei uses a false identity, someone who is interested will I can turn it upside down." Duan Kejia thought about it for a while, and felt that it was not rigorous, and finally added, "Actually, there are smuggled immigrants, but the cost is too high. Compared with smuggled immigrants, Huang Xiuxian may think that killing him is more Simpler."

Liu Zhonglin asked: "But what if we can't find Zhong Fei?"

After hearing this question, Duan Kejia fell silent.

The atmosphere between the two seemed to drop to freezing point suddenly.The winter wind outside was blowing in, whistling.

After a long time, Duan Kejia said: "If even we can't find Zhong Fei, it means that no one else can. Then, this is an impenetrable puzzle."

Duan Kejia lit up a cigarette anxiously again, the lighter's flame quickly lit up, and then quickly disappeared.

If you can't find it... If you can't find it...

"Since it is an impeccable puzzle, it means that he is thoughtful enough and reliable enough in his work. He will not drag me down, and will not let the Duan family fall into the quagmire. As his ally, I don't need to continue to worry."

He said so, but he hadn't started searching yet, but his consciousness seemed to have fallen into Liu Zhonglin's assumption, as if this assumption had already come true—something was scratching in his heart, making him anxious and itchy.

If you can't find it... If you can't find it...

Just listen, "hiss".

Duan Kejia bit off the cigarette in his mouth, and the cigarette butt floated to the carpet in the room with sparks. A small hole was quickly burned in the wool carpet, exuding a pungent and unpleasant smell.

Cheng Weishi lay on the bed until dawn, with severe pain in the back of his head.

The notebooks were scattered on the bed, and the handwriting on them was very delicate.

He thought, in fact, he is very grateful for this opportunity now...

During this year, he can help that star who has never met before, and he can also satisfy his own selfishness-for the first time in more than 20 years, he appeared in the eyes of others with such a "sunny" attitude, These people wouldn't take into account his original background, wouldn't look at him with strange eyes, they wouldn't know what kind of job their mother was doing, yes...he could still make money earlier, and try to persuade his mother to get out of the misery.

Although he is a liar.

Outright liar.

But nothing could move him more than this opportunity.