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

Soon, "Lu Yu Duan Kejia" sent a message: "There is a party on April [-]th, do you want to go? It's in S City. I heard from my uncle that you will be back tomorrow."

Cheng Weizhi had just been hit, so he didn't have the mood to think about going to a party. He didn't even bother to say the usual polite words, so he replied without thinking, "No."

After posting, I realized that the date the other party mentioned was this year's Ching Ming Festival.

What will the Ching Ming Festival get together...

Wait, Ching Ming Festival?

He suddenly remembered that Director Chen had told him that this year's Tomb-sweeping Day was Duan Kejia's birthday.

Duan Kejia on the other side of the screen didn't say much, and only replied: "Got it."

At this time, Cheng Weizhi gradually felt that the "no" he had just said without a response from his brain was a bit of an eyesore on the screen.

There is a sour feeling spreading from the heart.

He wants to go back on his word.

But he didn't want Duan Kejia to know that he was worrying about Zhao Yuan and Ding's screenwriter, so he tapped on the phone's pinyin keyboard and lied about the rejection just now: "I'm sorry sir... I just said that because I thought that day was Qingming Festival , I'm sorry to disturb you considering that you may go to visit the grave to accompany your family."

The other side replied quickly: "It's okay, the party is in the evening. I accompany my family to visit the tomb for dinner in the morning, and I am free in the afternoon. Are you free at six o'clock that night?

"Have!"

"Okay, I'll pick you up at six o'clock on the fifth."

"Thank you, sir. Can you tell me the address, if you are busy, I can go there by myself."

"It's okay, I have a holiday on Tomb-sweeping Day."

Then Duan Kejia sent another long message: "Is your face better? I heard from Liu Zhonglin that your face was swollen when you were filming. Why didn't you tell me when you called last time?"

Cheng Weizhi was very helpless: "It's not a glorious thing to be beaten and swollen. It's not worthy of publicity. Besides, it was an accident during filming. It wasn't a real beating. It was just a small injury. There is no need to tell you to let you know." Worry about me." Cheng Weishi added, "Except for filming time, I will smear bruises and swelling on my face. By the time of your birthday, the bruises on my face will definitely be gone. All gone.

Duan Kejia immediately grasped the key point in Cheng Weishi's words: "Do you know that day is my birthday?"

Cheng Weizhi didn't hide it, so he had to answer honestly: "Yes. The director told me."

Cheng Weizhi then typed "I'm going to bed, good night", and just about to send it, the other party sent a [smiling] emoji.

There was a sneer on the cold yellow round face, and the eyes were wide-eyed, mocking and contemptuous.

Although the name of the expression itself is [smile], but rather than a smile, [呵呵] seems more appropriate.

Cheng Weizhi's hands trembled.

Why did Duan Kejia "hehe" him?

Did the other party see that he lied just now?

Duan Kejia sent a voice message this time, which only lasted a second: "Good night."

The voice was gentle and flat, but it was hard to tell where he was angry.

Just sent three emoticons: [smile][smile][smile]

Cheng Weishi began to comfort himself in his heart: probably he couldn't use his peers' understanding of emoticons to guess Duan Kejia's inner activities.

"……Good night."

The next day, Cheng Weishi boarded the plane to S City.

After returning home, he did a general cleaning of the whole house. Before dinner at night, he took out his original small mobile phone and made a call.

It was Zhao Yuan's mother who answered the phone.

When she answered the phone, she was scrubbing the body of her vegetative son.

"Hello?" Zhao Yuan's mother saw the caller ID, "Is it Wei Shi?"

"Hello, Auntie, it's me, Cheng Weishi." He sat at the table flipping through the script, "Auntie, how is Zhao Yuan?"

With a wet towel on, Zhao Yuan's mother glanced at her drowsy son on the bed, shook her head and sighed: "What else can I do? Now he is at home and hasn't woken up. There seems to be some sores on his body recently. You have to be very careful when you clean it up. It's really annoying."

"Auntie, you've worked hard. I'll go back to see him when I'm done with the things at hand. Zhao Yuan will definitely wake up, but you, Auntie, must pay attention to your health and don't get tired. I'm calling this time to talk to you Let me tell you something. Just...do you still remember that Zhao Yuan once wrote a novel on the Internet?"

When Zhao Yuan's mother heard Cheng Weishi mention this matter, she thought of the doctor who told him that her son got the disease because he stayed up all night, and remembered that he stayed up all night because of this novel.Her tone was a little unhappy, and her speech speed also accelerated: "I remember this, what's wrong?"

Keeping plagiarism in mind, Cheng Weizhi didn't notice the change in Zhao Yuan's mother's tone. He looked at the red circle he had drawn on the script and said, "Auntie, I learned from others that Zhao Yuan's article The novel has been infringed. If the matter is exposed one day, you must raise your legal weapon to seek justice for Zhao Yuan. This is his hard work, and we cannot let it be snatched away by robbers."

Most of Zhao Yuan’s mother’s generation didn’t know what intellectual property is, nor did she know how to pirate genuine copies. She was just a housewife who only knew about firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea.What Cheng Weizhi said obviously exceeded her comprehension: "What... what robber?"

Cheng Weishi knew the concept of the previous generation, and felt that the copyright issue could not be clearly explained on the phone for a while, so he had to explain it in the way of thinking of his generation: "Someone used his novel to make a movie. TV series. But that person neither obtained his consent nor gave him money, which is wrong, you can sue him and ask someone to recover the money owed to Zhao Yuan."

"If you say that, I understand." Zhao Yuan's mother smiled, "Is it the same as debt collection?"

Cheng Weizhi nodded: "Yes, you can understand it this way. In short, you can't let people who owe money go unpunished, Auntie, when the time is right, I will tell you how to do it. You do this now, don't let this Keep things in mind, do what you usually do, don't be troubled. After that, just wait until I inform you next time."

"Okay, no problem." Zhao Yuan's mother suddenly said "Ouch", "Wei Shi, is there anything else, there is still a pot of soup stewing in my kitchen, I have to go and see if it is open. "

Cheng Weizhi smiled and said: "It's okay, Auntie, you hang up. I'm fine, and you don't usually call my mobile phone. I'm out now and don't use it often. Auntie, take care and say hello to Uncle Zhao for me .”

"Okay. Take care of yourself, and pay attention to your body, don't be like Zhao Yuan. I'm dead, goodbye."

Hearing the "beep beep" sound coming from the phone, Cheng Weishi closed the phone, unplugged the power cord, and threw it into the drawer.

Cheng Weizhi was lying on the bed in the middle of the night, upset and unable to fall asleep.

Probably tired these days.It is said that when people are extremely tired and exhausted physically and mentally, they will suffer from insomnia.

He turned on the music player in the computer, pulled out a music playlist, and clicked to play.

Most of the playlists are some of his favorite singers in the past: Qiao Li, a Japanese virtual idol group, and Jiang Xi'an are among them.

That's right, he downloaded some of Jiang Xi'an's songs again.

Although he has lost his fans, Cheng Weizhi has to admit that Jiang Xi'an has a few songs that are really nice.

The girl was just as poor as he was.

Listening to it, I feel more and more sympathetic.

Needless to say, Qiao Li's songs are top-notch in terms of lyrics and music, and the singing voice is also pleasant to listen to. It accounts for 50.00% of the song list. It is indeed a singer he has liked for many years.

As for the virtual idol groups in the song list, Cheng Weishi fell in love with Zhao Yuan together. Most of the music styles are inspirational and cheerful, full of youthful atmosphere.

Now it seems that only the paper idols will not collapse, and they can remain unchanged from beginning to end.

Cheng Weizhi covered the quilt again, listening to the songs played from the computer, he gradually became sleepy.

Due to the busyness of daily life, most netizens will become forgetful and impatient when faced with events happening on the Internet.Originally, I came to watch with the attitude of watching the excitement. If the excitement is gone, it will naturally end. Who would really take it seriously.

But there is always a small group of people who are very attached to it for various reasons.It may be due to stubborn personality, or certain things are close to my own experience, or it may be out of fan psychology...

Therefore, not everyone will choose to forget.

Therefore, the incident that Cheng Weizhi fermented the night before has not really disappeared on the Internet.

Some netizens took screenshots of the evidence in Cheng Weishi's trumpet and saved them in time, and uploaded and reposted them a second time, which surprised Cheng Weishi.

Although the scope of transmission was small and it was of little use, the little flame in my heart was rekindled anyway.