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

At eight o'clock in the evening on June 2015, 6, a piece of news landed in front of everyone like a bolt from the blue.

"According to the police, the popular star Zhong Fei died unexpectedly yesterday due to a gas accident, and the details are still under investigation. This is the second death of a celebrity since May. Liu Liang passed away from depression medication. It is reported that the two were close friends during their lifetime..."

A stone stirs up a thousand waves.The news of two consecutive celebrity deaths has become a topic of heated discussion among men, women and children after dinner.

Some expressed deep regret for the death of the two, some thought it was a murder against the two's management company, and some inferred that the pressure that stars suffered in this era was the culprit that led to the end of their young lives.

Huchuan entertainment company closed down, accepting police investigation.

A director surnamed Huang of the company was taken away by the police for interrogation on suspicion of bribery and tax evasion.

Huang Xiuxian did not die in the explosion ten days ago. He narrowly escaped death amidst the ruins, and none of his men survived.

The director is also rumored to be involved in other major criminal offences, but no one knows exactly what.

(One)

But at this moment, the most intense chemical reaction is the fans of Zhong Fei and Liu Liang.

"Oh my god! Zhong Fei is dead too! The time between the two deaths was less than ten days apart!"

"As soon as I heard the news, I couldn't stop crying, woo woo...why is my idol so miserable."

"What a hot chicken company! It must be that they exploited Liang Fei and Fei. They couldn't bear the pressure and committed suicide. Their death is too strange, I want to avenge them."

"I feel like my heart is dead...I can't take this kind of blow."

Many fans have not been able to recover from the news of Liu Liang's death at the end of May, and just heard such a news that made people cry today.

A few fans didn't think about food and drink for more than ten days, and they were exhausted. After hearing the news that Zhong Fei also died, they fainted on the spot and went directly to the hospital.

Of course, they will never know that the real Zhong Fei died two years ago, and the second "Zhong Fei" died just one day after Liu Liang.

(two)

Peng Chunxiao has a good habit of running around the community every day.He lives in a wealthy area on the outskirts, the surrounding environment is quiet and elegant, with verdant trees, and basically no one disturbs him.

After running that night, he wiped his sweat with a towel around his neck, and then turned on the pedometer software on his mobile phone. After seeing his steps, he flipped down casually as usual.

When he saw a familiar "0", he suddenly realized that Zhong Fei had not counted his steps for ten consecutive days.

In the past, Zhong Fei would give him a like, and then angrily leave a message: "Tomorrow I must surpass you!"

Peng Chunxiao was really not used to not being provoked by the other party for more than ten consecutive days.

At this time, an entertainment news item suddenly popped up on his cell phone news, and he was about to press it as spam news, but after glancing at it, it was petrified on the spot like being struck by lightning.

"Zhong Fei died unexpectedly yesterday due to a gas leak" "Click for details"

Impossible, how could it be...

Peng Chunxiao's fingers trembled, and the first click turned crooked.After trying to calm down my breathing, I clicked on the news homepage.

It is the news reported by the official media of Channel S, and there will be no mistakes.

Station S made a three-page report on this.

It is not "death" - the time of death identified by the forensic doctor, the cause of death, and the photos of family members embracing and crying are all involved.

He couldn't believe that Zhong Fei was really dead...

"Tomorrow I must surpass you!"

tomorrow.

Looking at the starry night sky, Peng Chunxiao smiled to himself.

Laughter is mixed with the unique sourness of sadness.

tomorrow.What time is tomorrow?

Speaking of it, he had a good impression of Zhong Fei at the beginning, mainly because Zhong Fei's song that has been popular all over the country for thousands of years is very similar to the composition style of his friend Meng Hang.

For this reason, he has always planned to cooperate with the composer Personality in Zhong Fei Economic Company.

Grid is the author of "Secret Traveler".

Peng Chunxiao was still in a state of blank mind, when he suddenly received a message.

It was from Meng Hang.

In the past two years, he has been communicating with his childhood partner Meng Hang online.He had made a request to meet each other, all of which were rejected by the other party.

The news from Meng Hang surprised him.

Because he couldn't understand what the other party was saying.

from Menghang

——This is the end of my mission, see you again.

Peng Chunxiao sent messages again, but they all showed that they were rejected by the other party.

He was actually blocked.

(three)

The last subject of the college entrance examination in S City is English.

At eight o'clock in the afternoon on June [-]th, it happened to be the third hour after Wei'er's college entrance examination ended.

She and her classmates sang happily in the KTV private room, cheering and celebrating the high school career that can finally be liberated.

"There is no song for the next song! Hurry up, there are still a few minutes to go, what song should I order?"

Holding the beer, Wei'er blushed, "Come on! Sing Little Brother Zhong's Secret Traveler again! You all know how to sing!"

The rest of the students all said in unison: "Of course!"

After a while, a familiar melody came from the stereo surround sound.

Wei'er raised her voice, paying no attention to her image: "I'm not alone, I'm not alone, everyone has secrets in their hearts, and you're just a passerby..."

More than a dozen people sang together in unison, and somehow a mouthwatering song like "Secret Traveler" was sung with a different kind of solemnity.

Singing and singing, Wei Er suddenly changed from smiling at the beginning to crying loudly.

She squatted on the ground, covering her face, sobbing bitterly.

A mobile phone is held in the hand.

The news of Zhong Fei's death was displayed on the screen.

(four)

Chen Xin was in the cafeteria planning to buy a supper at this time, and was about to pay with his campus card when he saw a rare piece of entertainment news broadcast on the TV on the wall of the cafeteria.

Chen Xin frowned, turned on the phone in disbelief, and found Zhong Fei's Weibo.

Zhong Fei hadn't posted on Weibo for two consecutive days.

And the Weibo a few days ago was full of advertisements and announcements from me.

Obviously not Zhong Fei himself.

It's not like him.

In the past few months, Chen Xin has always written an email to the other party on a regular basis, most of which are social events he is concerned about and special people who are in urgent need of help.

Originally, he didn't expect a popular niche to help him attract the attention of the public.

Such tasks are not paid, thankless, and may even offend some dignitaries.

As a celebrity, just make good money.

But Zhong Fei is different. Every time he writes an email, the other party will seriously respond. If he is in S City and nearby places, Zhong Fei will make a special trip to go there, and then take a selfie as an excuse to take pictures of those who need to be paid attention to by the society. , as his selfie background.

Unexpectedly, some fans actually began to pay attention to these people because of this, and spontaneously established a public welfare organization, often holding regular donation activities to contribute love to them.

Chen Xin clicked on a short video made by Zhong Fei last month.

In the video, Zhong Fei raised his face and smiled shyly.

Probably only Chen Xin could recognize it. Not far behind him stood a group of children who suffered from fake medicines but had nowhere to appeal.

He has been maintaining the posture of taking selfies, his hair is slowly blown by the breeze, the corners of his eyes are raised upwards, and his voice is charming and beautiful: "I hope everyone in the world can be happy."

Chen Xin shook his head, I really don't know where Zhong Fei learned this heresy.

He lowered his head and sighed.

May Zhong Fei also live happily in heaven.

(Fives)

Zhao Yuan's mother was coming out of the bathroom with small steps, holding a basin of hot water, ready to scrub her vegetable son's body.

A pleasant female voice came from the radio that was turned on.

It's entertainment news.

"It is reported that Zhong Fei, a popular young student, died yesterday. Preliminary investigation shows that it is related to a gas leak accident..."

She floated the towel in the hot water basin, and her eyes were a little dull. Hearing the news, she somehow empathized with her and began to shed tears.

If... If Zhao Yuan doesn't wake up again, she will...

The tears became more and more violent, she threw away the towel, sat on the ground and cried with her head in her arms.

After a while, she told herself to pull herself together, and just as she looked up to look for the towel she had thrown away, she saw her son sitting up from the head of the bed.

"Mother."

Zhao Yuan yelled vaguely.When he woke up instantly, his language function has not yet fully recovered.

Zhao Yuan glanced around with both eyes, and asked with a stiff tongue: "I just heard, who... who died?"

Zhao Yuan's mother looked at her son for a long time, and it took a while to realize what question his son had just asked.

With tears in her eyes, she rushed forward and hugged her son's head: "No one died, no one died, it's just a star... just now it was a broadcast."

"You don't know him at all."

(six)

At this time, Chen Xinchi and Zhang Fengwei were leaning on a sofa and watching a movie.

As a powerful actor that Director Chen admires, Zhang Fengwei is often called by Director Chen to his home to watch new movies released around the world, and then exchange and criticize the movies.

It's rare to find a movie that both of you can enjoy at the same time.

Chen Xinchi's home theater is located in the basement, and the lights are turned off during the screening, so no sunlight can penetrate.

Right now the movie is really boring, Chen Xinchi couldn't enjoy it, so he asked Zhang Fengwei: "How are you and Jiang Xi'an?"

Zhang Fengwei rested his head on his crossed arms, and glanced at Chen Xinchi: "What else can I do. We're back together."

The handsome face was almost drowned in the shadows, only those eyes were still bright.

"Are you finally settling down?"

"Ah."

"Kejia told me a few days ago that Zhong Fei is dead and will never appear again from now on." Chen Xinchi held the wine glass by the table, swirled the liquid in the glass, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's a pity. I thought he was At least I can get a few Best Supporting Actor for this movie."

Zhang Fengwei closed his eyes: "It's a pity. Awards will not be awarded to dead people."

Chen Xinchi leaned back on the sofa chair, sighed, and rubbed his eye sockets with his hands: "Now I'm going to search for other potential stocks."

Zhang Fengwei smiled: "I really didn't understand why Huang Xiuxian was afraid of Duan Kejia before. Now I finally understand."

Hearing that the other party compared his nephew with Huang Xiuxian, Chen Xinchi was puzzled: "Why?"

Zhang Fengwei lay on the sofa and stretched out a hand towards the ceiling, as if trying to reach something in the air.He shook his head and said with emotion: "Duan Kejia can whitewash the peace with just a flick of a finger, but for Huang Xiuxian, this is an ability that is coveted but elusive."

(Seven)

In the dilapidated rental house, a woman was writing a letter at the desk.

She has packed her clothes and bags, and is ready to leave here forever, to a place where no one will find her.

As a dirty sex worker, she hadn't written a pen for many years.

She wrote: "Wei Shi, when you come back, you will find that I have gone."

The handwriting is different and delicate.

"Don't look for me, I don't want to drag you down."

"From now on, you will never have such a miserable mother like me."

"Stay on June 2015, 6."

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