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

"Afei, where are you?"

"Actually. Actually, I've always..."

——Excerpt from "Liu Liang Diary" on May 2015, 5

"The cause of the incident is actually very simple."

Meng Hang took out a cigarette from nowhere, sat at the small table in his room and poured a glass of water slowly, then folded his arms and stopped talking.

At a height of three meters above his head, an extremely concealed skylight was chiseled, allowing a faint light to shine through it.

He can use this to adjust his biological clock so that he can't tell the difference between day and night.

If Cheng Weishi entered it and carefully observed where Meng Hang was, he would find that his living environment was more comfortable than 90.00% of the houses in the village.The active areas of Menghang on weekdays include: a study room, a bedroom, a living room and a complete bathroom.There is a computer in the study room that cannot access the Internet, and the TV in the living room can receive all the satellite channels in the country, as well as game consoles and monthly regularly updated movies.

Meng Hang turned on the ventilator on the top of the living room, lit a cigarette, but didn't smoke.

Because he was still wearing a mask.

"That Zhong Fei from before wasn't very smart." Meng Hang flicked his cigarette butt, and smiled to himself as he looked at the sparks that lit up at the tail.Cheng Weizhi heard it, and felt that his voice was more similar to his own in reality than on TV: "One night more than two years ago, Huang Xiuxian was negotiating with his business partner. At that time, Huang Xiuxian had just entered the A dirty chain of interests is coming soon, and someone needs someone to guide him. Zhong Fei accidentally overheard the content of the conversation. Originally, as a rising star who has just become popular, Huang Xiuxian will definitely find a way as long as he cooperates quietly Save his life. But he yelled to go to the police station to report Huang Xiuxian and his business partner, calling them disgusting, not human, worse than pigs and dogs, the business partner was naturally furious and shot him dead on the spot."

Cheng Weizhi didn't understand what Meng Hang meant by "that dirty chain of interests".

If it is similar to what happened to his father.He thought that his performance might be as excited as Zhong Fei's.

When Meng Hang said this, he turned his head and glanced at him, and asked, "Why have you kept silent? Is it because you are afraid of me?"

Cheng Weizhi shook his head, pointed to his throat, found a few pieces of paper and a pen around, and wrote to Meng Hang: "Because I was stimulated just now, I temporarily lost my voice."

Meng Hang looked at these words, looked up at Cheng Weishi's neck, and said "Tsk", "It seems that Liu Liang's death has hit you hard?"

Cheng Weizhi's eyes suddenly became surprised.He thought that the other party didn't know that Liu Liang was dead.

"Do you think I don't know?" Meng Hang stretched out his hand and pointed back, "Have you seen the TV here? I usually watch it too."

This is the only tool he currently has to keep abreast of outside information.

Cheng Weizhi wrote again: "Why are you trapped here?"

"Don't worry, I haven't finished yet." Meng Hang continued to dry the cigarette in his hand without smoking it, "Later, because I liked Zhong Fei, I sent an original song to their company's public mailbox. The song was a belated birthday present for Zhong Fei. Unexpectedly, it was appreciated by the composer of their company and invited me to discuss cooperation. On that day, I was seen by Huang Xiuxian. He felt that my back, silhouette, and The facial contours are very similar to Zhong Fei. At that time, he was wondering whether to announce the news of Zhong Fei's death. If a famous celebrity dies overnight, it will inevitably cause a lot of trouble on the Internet. The police cannot sit idly by, and He is also afraid that he will not be able to withstand the pressure of public opinion, not to mention that he has to please his business partners in this regard, so at least a few days are needed as a buffer..."

Cheng Weizhi was suddenly flooded with so much information that he couldn't chew through it for a while.The nib of the water pen rustled on the white paper, and he wrote quickly: "So, Huang made you Zhong Fei's substitute?"

So he himself was not Zhong Fei's first substitute?

He is really incomprehensible.

It was true that Zhong Fei had become famous at that time, but his fame was not enough for Huang Xiuxian to immediately decide to take such a big risk to find a substitute.

Meng Hang waved his hand: "Of course not. But any absurd thing that can be accepted by people often requires a process of boiling frogs in warm water. I believe that at the very beginning, neither Huang Xiuxian nor I would have thought of using this method to darken the situation, and it will be able to maintain it once it is used. Nearly a year and a half. On the second day of Zhong Fei's death, he had to attend a small party with a strange style and sing a song. His costume on the stage basically covered the lower half of his face, and his eye makeup was also painted. Very strong. At that time I didn’t know that Zhong Fei was dead, Huang Xiuxian only said that Zhong Fei couldn’t come because he was in a hurry, let me help once, they will play the recording, and I don’t need to sing.”

Cheng Weishi thought in his heart... so it was at this time that "Zhong Fei" started his much-critic lip-syncing behavior.

"I was very pleasantly surprised at the time. I was happy because he said that I was very similar to Zhong Fei. I was surprised that I would have a chance to help the idol perform. The fanaticism of being infatuated with Zhong Fei wiped away all my rationality for a while, and I was just so confused I readily agreed. To my surprise and that of Huang Xiuxian, my performance in that evening was extremely successful... none of the fans in the audience recognized me. This gave Huang Xiuxian a great inspiration."

Cheng Weizhi found it extremely incredible, and wrote: "What about you, Huang Xiuxian is to smooth out the negative impact this incident has brought to him, and why are you willing to be used by him in the future?"

He thought of the sketch in his notebook, if that sketch was really him...

Obviously Meng Hang's original face is not so similar to Zhong Fei.

Then he must have paid a great price for it.

"If I didn't have this opportunity, I would at most be an ordinary person with a little bit of art, average appearance, and talent... That's it, there are many more handsome and talented people than me. That was the first time I tried to be like that. It's the feeling of being surrounded by people on stage, being obsessed with others, not to mention becoming the person you like to admire. This feeling is fascinating, addictive, and makes people desperate to relive it. Don't you think this makes Can't you understand?" Meng Hang stood up, walked to the iron fence, stretched out a hand, suddenly grabbed Cheng Weishi's collar, and slowly pulled him closer, "Little 'Zhong Fei', you How did you think when you were on stage, so difficult that it was different from me?!"

Cheng Weizhi looked at the slightly deformed eyes of the other party, probably the sequelae of plastic surgery.

Meng Hang, who did not maintain the follow-up maintenance, has long since changed beyond recognition.

I don't know what the face under the mask looks like.

"I believe that many people in the world will understand me. They also want to look like their favorite stars. Some people don't even have the foundation to be similar to the target face, but they try it. Why can't I?" Meng Hang He didn't let go, but pulled Cheng Weishi even closer, and the tip of their noses were almost stuck together through the mask, "Even... even after a long time, when I learned that he was dead long ago, not only did I not lose , on the contrary, I feel grateful and thank him for giving me such a chance to break through myself—taking his death as an opportunity.”

Cheng Weishi was taken aback by his weird dark eyes, and immediately stepped back, breaking away from the other's palm that was pulling his collar.

The notebook he had tucked in his shirt nearly fell out.

Meng Hang opened his palms, his arms were still dangling outside, and said to himself: "But, the retribution will come. My cosmetic adjustments are much larger than ordinary people, so in the first half of 14, the sequelae became more and more serious. It became more and more obvious that the unnatural part of my facial muscles began to deteriorate. However, because Zhong Fei had passed away for a year, Huang Xiuxian had already tried to erase a series of evidence at that time, and he was ready to quit at any time Prepare. But at this time, what he is worried about is not the dead Zhong Fei being discovered, but the countless losses caused by the disappearance of "Zhong Fei". Under my role, Zhong Fei has changed from a person who just appeared in front of the screen The budding new star has become a popular niche student. Advertisement endorsements and program invitations are overwhelming. But looking at my gradually deteriorating face, Huang Xiuxian can only do nothing but feel sorry for me. But at this moment—”

Cheng Weizhi had probably already guessed the general direction.

Huang Xiuxian did not know what kind of coincidence found him.

"At this moment, a new business partner Huang Xiuxian met in P City, after hearing Huang Xiuxian mention Zhong Fei, suddenly remembered that when I was doing business, I met a person who looked very similar to Zhong Fei for an hour, named Cheng Wei Shi, he said, he also registered for you. Huang Xiuxian was very excited after hearing this, and went to search your information overnight. Fortunately, you were not crooked except that you were fatter, and you were still very similar to Zhong Fei Yes. He is very satisfied with your life experience and appearance. Huang Xiuxian thinks that even people like me will not be recognized, so you will be able to do it with a little training; What happened to him, agree to his request."

When Meng Hang said this, he glanced at Cheng Weishi meaningfully, his somewhat creepy eyes seemed to say: "You are nothing more than that."

Cheng Weishi was inexplicably flustered by his stare.

And the person who helped him register... Cheng Weizhi quietly clenched his left fist.

He continued: "So, what about Liu Liang?"

When Meng Hang saw this question, he suddenly covered his face. Even though he was wearing a mask, his two hands still covered it tightly, twisting the mask together.

Fingers trembled.

"I've been sorry for him for the rest of my life."

Meng Hang looked down at the ground in front of Cheng Weizhi, his voice was no longer so aggressive, but with a gentle nasal voice: "At that time, I knew that I had 'not much time', so I lied to him. Lied to him, I want to climb into Duan Kejia's bed and lie to him that I want to listen to Dong Cheng's words and go unspoken. In short, a few days before I left, I didn't say a few words of kindness to him, trying to make him break up. Think about it. He is such an excellent person, why should he be immersed in such a virtual reality that is tied up with hype? Why?"

Cheng Weishi wrote: "But, he is already dead."

After thinking about it, he wrote again: "You have known him for a year, and he has you in his heart, but he doesn't even know your real name."

Because in that diary, all the "Zhong Fei" were written one after another.

Meng Hang stared at the second sentence written by Cheng Weishi, his eyes rippled slightly: "You are also an accomplice."

Cheng Weishi: "..."

Meng Hang turned his head to see that the cigarettes in the ashtray had almost been burned to ashes, and turned his gaze to the hidden skylight several meters high.

There was no light from the skylight.

"Before you leave, let me sing you a song." Meng Hang looked at the skylight and said slowly.

"I have a secret.

I am a dispensable shadow on this smooth road.

Running, chasing, disappearing...

No one knows, no one asks.

I have a secret.

I am an unknown traveler on this road. "

Meng Hang only sang for a while, and most of his voice was cut off by the mask.

But Cheng Weizhi could tell that this was... a variation of Zhong Fei's famous song "Secret Traveler".

It is obviously a cheerful saliva song with no connotation, but a variation turned into a sad and profound emotion.

"This is the song "Secret Traveler" that I hid here and re-composed the lyrics. How do you feel?" Meng Hang smiled, his tone sounded nonchalant, "I originally wrote this song, but it was written by Huang Xiuxian." Take it and sign it to some composer 'Gege'. Tell me, is he bad?"

Bad... of course bad.

He could even feel Meng Hang's despair.

Meng Hang's way of speaking made Cheng Weishi feel more guilty.

Cheng Weishi remembered that he also won the "Popular Singer of the Year" trophy for this song.

Cheng Weishi wrote: "I have something I want to give to you."

He took out Liu Liang's notebook from his clothes and stuffed it into the gap in the fence.

Meng Hang took it, opened it and looked at it, and the painting fell out.

Looking at his own handwriting in the painting, Meng Hang shook his head with a smile, and said to himself, "I was so naive back then, thinking that there would be a savior to save me."

At the end, he sighed again: "Actually, I am also guilty... I have been avoiding those celebrities who want to make friends with me. The one who impressed me the most is Wei Er. She is very cute and always deliberately calls me Little Brother Zhong."

Then he put the notebook on the table and looked at Cheng Weishi: "If you can go out later, do me a favor."

Cheng Weizhi nodded.

"I overheard that on the second floor of this abandoned building, there is an explosive|explosive device in case of emergency." His tone was as light as a joke, "I still don't dare to commit suicide. You help me."

Having said that, Cheng Weishi won't be surprised by what Meng Hang said.

Meng Hang looked at the cover of the notebook in his hand, as if looking at a valuable treasure, and said slowly: "Now... I have nothing else to ask for. I only hope that you can kill a few more people when you blast. A lackey of Huang Xiuxian."

Afterwards, Meng Hang never had a chance to speak to Cheng Weizhi again.

Because Huang Xiuxian had already arrived in Li Village, Cheng Weizhi was taken out immediately.

But the night in Li Village is silent.

Meng Hang was still in the basement, sitting at the table, touching the cover of the notebook with both hands, singing softly.

I have a secret.

I am a dispensable shadow on this smooth road.

Running, chasing, disappearing...

No one knows, no one asks.

I have a secret.

——I am an unknown traveler on this road.

And turn this notebook upside down, you can see...

"Zhong Fei, I like you."

——Excerpt from the last page of "Liu Liang Diary"

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*This article is not realistic, and the way of expression is absurd, it should not be taken seriously, and there is no prototype.