Living depends on the opponent's life [Entertainment]

Zhuming felt that she was in conflict with all festivals in the world.

Following the mid-autumn festival rumors with his ex-girlfriend idol, and the false gossip on April Fool's Day dominating the trending searches, he fell from a building at a reception on Christmas Eve this year.

The cold wind rubbed against the ears, and the world was spinning.

A superstar fell from the garden terrace of a luxury villa, stumbled and fell off the railing, rolled over the bushes, and fell to the ground, with foggy eyes in front of him.

There was too much movement, and exclamations soon came from a distance.

He moved his fingers subconsciously, wanting to raise his hand reflexively to smooth the folds of the hem of his clothes.This is engraved in his bones, as the last decency of an artist of ten years.

But he couldn't do it.Invisibly, there seemed to be a force locking him in place, and he could only let the faint smell of blood linger on his aching shoulder.

In a trance, he heard hurried footsteps, as if someone came to him, and then, a pair of warm hands gently touched his pulse.

He tried hard to see clearly, but his tired eyelids trembled and slowly closed uncontrollably.

No one noticed that the blood drops from the fingertips passed through his palm silently, winding and forming at the junction of the forearm and wrist.

The moment she lost consciousness, Zhu Ming was thinking——

Get out of your "Christmas Eve"!

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12 month 29 day.

Zhao Tingsheng took the document bag, got out of the elevator and went straight to the special needs ward area, not daring to delay for a moment.

Compared with the noisy and busy emergency room, the inpatient department is obviously much quieter. Even the smell of disinfectant in the air has a calming effect, and the sound of leather heels colliding with the ground can be clearly heard.

He didn't stop until he reached ward V616, and straightened his tie with the reflection of the glass.

Through the long and narrow glass on the door of the ward, he saw the pale man on the bed.

Candle Tea, a generation of peak singers, cutting-edge actors, tens of millions of fans rushing to grab concert tickets and crowding the official website, an all-round entertainer whose popularity has not diminished for nearly ten years, at this moment is his client.

Five days ago, the matter of this gentleman slipping and falling from a building was on the hot search list for a full 48 hours, causing an uproar across the Internet.

The next day, news came out from the hospital that he was in good condition and had been transferred to the nursing ward; then the studio posted a side profile of Zhu Ming sleeping soundly on the hospital bed on Weibo, which once again confirmed the fact that he was all safe.

As a result, the public opinion gradually subsided, and the melon-eaters turned around and rushed to the new battlefield, while the fans stayed where they were and continued to care.

But five days after the incident, that is, this morning, he received a call from Zhu Ming's assistant.

On the other end of the phone, the assistant said in a low voice, "The boss wants to discuss the will and property distribution with you."

Zhao Tingsheng was so frightened that he ran to the law firm at a speed of [-] meters to sort out the materials, and rushed to the hospital with his bag under the strange gaze of his partner.Along the way, he was terrified, countless bold guesses came to his mind, and he couldn't help thinking: Could it be... that he is dying already?

Having been neighbors with Zhuming for several years, he almost watched this talented young man grow up.

Watch him hold a microphone and break into the grotesque entertainment circle alone; watch him not be afraid of all rumors, use his strength to support his arrogance, and blaze his own bloody path.

During adolescence, the rebellious teenager choked on him whenever he had nothing to do; later he became the legal counsel of his personal studio, and he was worried all day long, for fear that he would send lawyer letters all over the world because of him.Over the years, he has been preparing to be pissed off by this dedicated star all the time, but he never dared to think that he would die before him.

After all, as the old saying goes, a good man does not live long, but a scourge lasts for a thousand years.

In Zhao Tingsheng's eyes, Zhu Ming, a man who never disdained setting up a person, was arrogant and arrogant enough to dare to walk sideways in the entertainment industry, can live to this day, and he can't be regarded as a "good man" who has lived a long time in the standard sense.

It can be seen that after seeing Zhuming himself, he was confused.

There is no bloody and haggard image as imagined, only a pale face and no lip color.The quilt was covered a little casually, with half of his arms exposed, and the medicine flowed down the infusion tube into the back of his hand drop by drop.

He just lay there quietly, staring blankly at the ceiling, his breathing was not as sharp and proud as before.

It's been a long time since I saw her, but the hair that has been ravaged by the dye all the year round has long since returned to its original nature, and the brownish and yellowish hair is softly resting on the gauze-wrapped forehead.

"Coming?" Hearing the sound of the door being pushed, Zhu Ming immediately recovered and turned her head slightly.He twitched the corner of his mouth, pulled out a faint smile, and tapped the round stool beside the bed with his chin: "Sit, the assistant has gone to buy lunch and will be back in a while. I may not be well received in my current state, so let's order whatever you want. "

"Okay, why are you being polite with me?" Zhao Tingsheng entered the room, closed the door, and sat down, looking suspiciously at the few simple gauze bandages on Zhu Ming's body.

As reported by the news, the injuries did not appear to be serious.

But why does it feel like he's dying?It seems that even the fingertips are so difficult to bend slightly at the side, only the beautiful head on the neck can turn flexibly.

"I'll get straight to the point. I'm here to ask you for property distribution and making a will."

Zhuming's voice is very unique, with a bit of dreaminess in his voice. When talking to him, he always feels that it is not so real. As soon as he speaks, people are unconsciously attracted.It's just that his volume was not loud, and he was obviously weak: "It's my first time too, so please."

Zhao Tingsheng: "...With all due respect, few people will experience this incident several times."

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, a little worried and nervous: "Can I ask what's going on? The doctor said it's nothing serious, why are you worrying about it? You're only 26 years old, there's no need to think about it so early, right?" ? Your old man is still lying on the hospital bed, do you have the heart to go one step ahead of him?... No, it can’t be cancer, right? Mingzai, tell me if you have any secrets, let’s work hard and don’t give up hope!"

Zhu Ming shook her head, but did not answer directly.Slowly turning his palm upwards, avoiding the needle from slipping, he tried to turn the inside of his right arm around, and asked him, "Can you see anything?"

Zhao Tingsheng stared at the arm with obvious veins, completely not understanding what he meant: "Can you see... the elbow? Blood vessels? Pores? Gauze?"

"anything else?"

"And? And your skin is so white!"

"..."

Zhuming sighed almost inaudibly.

Zhao Tingsheng was the ninth person he asked after the assistant, attending doctor, ward round doctor and nurse, but still no one could see the abnormality on his arm.

Only he could see four big blood-red characters above his forearm near his elbow: "Remaining life".

There is a small rectangular square on the back of the wrist, which looks like a battery icon. The red strip and the words are connected with strange patterns, hovering over the entire right arm like a serious tattoo.

When he just woke up, the battery value was displayed as 5%. He squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, then touched it with his fingers, only to realize that it wasn't his own dizziness.The pattern seemed to be embedded in his flesh and blood, and it couldn't be erased no matter what.

In the past few days, he has seen the value decrease little by little.At first he didn't take it seriously, but after two days, his chest suddenly began to feel tight. It wasn't until yesterday that he felt pain in his muscles and bones when he moved a little, that he finally took it to heart, and immediately rang the bell for the doctor on duty.

The results of the re-examination were still the same as the previous diagnosis.

He begged the experts to check it several times. The attending doctor and the nurse on duty were tortured by him and had a headache. After checking back and forth several times, they all thought that there was no abnormality in his body, and all indicators were within the normal range.

The desperate doctors unanimously suspected that his psychological effects were at work. After a meeting and discussion, a young resident chief physician was left behind and told him to take a good rest so as not to go crazy.

When she opened her eyes this morning, the value dropped to 1%. Zhu Ming took a deep breath and found that even her breathing became thinner.

So he kicked the assistant with all his strength, and called lawyer Zhao over with a phone call.

Looking at that one percent, he clearly felt the trembling and shaking deep in his heart, as calm as him, unexpectedly for a moment, the whole person fell into a deep panic and despair.

rest?What should I do if the value jumps to 0% during rest and it automatically shuts down? !How could he be insane, if he doesn't make arrangements quickly, he won't know when he will be dead!

During the time when Zhao Tingsheng arrived, panic was replaced by sorrow, despair was eliminated by resignation, and his desire to survive seemed to be exhausted. He even began to worry about whether his funeral would be used as a fuss by the marketing account.

Thinking that there will be countless people entertaining him after his death, Comrade Zhuming, who has not yet entered the earth, believes that he is very likely to be so angry that he will kick open the coffin board... The longing for life deep in his heart is inexhaustible, Rekindled.

Zhu Ming coughed lightly, stabilized her mind, and turned her arms over: "It's nothing, just think of me as a rainy day, and make a quick decision."

Before Zhao Tingsheng realized what "quick battle and quick decision" meant, he heard Zhu Ming speak like a treasure.

"Let me think about it, money, wealth management products and so on are donated to the previously established endowment fund project; as for the real estate, except for my studio, shops and duplexes in the urban area, and Yanjiao villas, other real estate and equity are left to me. Dad, let's deal with it. I don't have a partner or a child, and my dad doesn't want me to spend the money. If he doesn't want it, he can donate it all, as long as he doesn't give it to that woman and..."

"Wait, wait! Do you think you are a money-spreading boy?" Zhao Tingsheng held his forehead, hurriedly interrupted this willful will, and said seriously, "Listen to me, unless you write your own will, other things, whether it's ghostwriting, recording or An oral will must have at least two witnesses, and now it’s just the two of us, no matter how urgent you are, it will have no legal effect.”

Zhu Ming held her breath in her chest, thinking that she had suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck at a young age, not to mention being challenged by a fantasy phenomenon to the miracle of modern medicine, and it was so troublesome to arrange a funeral for herself, her heart was desolate.

Candle Tea: "Don't you need a witness if you only write your own will?"

Zhao Tingsheng nodded and patted the document bag: "Do you want to write it yourself? I have templates, paper and pens here."

"Come on, I can write with my left hand, but it might not look that good. Does the will require the scroll to be neat and correct?"

Zhao Tingsheng: "..."

Zhu Ming moved his arm, he clenched his back molars, and raised his forearm. The pain was transmitted from the bone gap to the outside. It was less than 45 degrees, and the cold sweat on his forehead had covered the entire back, not to mention the finger joints. I can't do it anymore.

...Where the hell is this magic?

This is no longer a question of whether he wants to write or not, he may not even be able to hold a pen now!

On the stage, Zhu Zong, who always looked like the strongest on the surface of the earth, showed a rare look of embarrassment, and slowly lowered his left hand under the control of pain.Attorney Zhao, who had already taken out a pen and paper, blinked at him, his eyes full of confusion and bewilderment.

"boss!!!"

When the atmosphere was awkward, Jiang Xingpan, Candle Tea's manager assistant, pushed the door in with two bags of boxed lunch.

He stood still in front of the bed, panting and reported to Candle Tea: "Boss, yes, someone is here to visit. Hey, Lawyer Zhao, you're here so soon! There are fruits there, don't hesitate to eat them."

"Panpan, did I pay you less?" Zhu Ming frowned, "Didn't you say that you would refuse all visits? Which media is it? I need to teach you to send someone?"

Jiang Xingpan met the serious gaze of the boss, and didn't dare to care about the soft and cute title that didn't fit the man in his workplace, so he replied hesitantly: "Well, it's not the media, it's... Lin Yao."

It's that fateful opponent of your debut nine years ago, Lin Yao.

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Xingpan saw the boss's face change visibly with the naked eye.

The author has something to say: ================

Opening a new article, atypical and non-realistic entertainment theme, I hope everyone likes it, bow down!

[Writing Guide]

1. There are many private settings, and all background settings are only for the plot, and have nothing to do with reality

2. Purify the mind and follow the article happily. Comments that mention reality and name names will be deleted as appropriate

3. Don't substitute without a prototype, I sincerely wish everyone's idols will walk the wall

Merry Christmas Eve & Merry Christmas~

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