Self-cultivation of third-rate stars

The night passed quietly.

In the early morning of the next day, the sky outside the window was covered by layers of thick and black clouds, so that no light could leak out, and the air became heavy with the sound of thunder.

Zeng Yan failed to survive the dawn, and left this world accompanied by Ye Mu and Lin Chuchu, with deep reluctance, helplessness and compromise with her fate.

The posthumous affairs and burial were handled quickly according to the procedures. Zeng Yan had no relatives before her death. Ye Mu's grandparents passed away ten years ago. As for Lin Chuchu's father's relatives, they have long since lost contact. .

The funeral was simple and low-key. The two brothers and sisters knew that Zeng Yan was a quiet person. In addition, they did not know who to notify. In the end, only the two brothers and sisters and Zeng Yan's former colleagues and close friends came to the scene. neighbors.

Lin Chuchu was so sad that she passed out directly, and was flustered for a while before finally recovering.But she woke up, the reality is still the reality, and the matter of Zeng Yan's departure will not disappear because of her fainting.

She looked at Ye Mu, her eyes were dry, and there was boundless despair and disbelief in her eyes.

"Brother, Mom, she's gone, isn't she?" Lin Chuchu stared at the ceiling with her eyes open, murmuring as if talking to herself, the voice was so soft that Ye Mu almost missed it.

Ye Mu stood by and looked at her with lowered eyes, without speaking, his expression was very calm, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

Lin Chuchu's eyes turned red when she couldn't get the answer, tears slid down her cheeks again, and wet the hair on the pillow.

"Drink some water?" Ye Mu poured a glass of water after saying that, and when she turned her head, Lin Chuchu bit her lower lip tightly, pressing her eyes tightly with both hands.

He put down the water, stretched out his arms and hugged him lightly, without saying anything, only Lin Chuchu's weeping full of despair remained in the silent ward, which was extraordinarily heavy.

Although everything has been kept simple and low-key, because of Ye Mu's status as an artist, the incident in the hospital was spread on Weibo, and many people were watching, so he took Lin Chuchu's mobile phone to Liao Jing He made a phone call to explain the situation, and the other party made him feel sorry for him, and then he talked about the media netizens' guesses.

Because the photo of him and Lin Chuchu was also taken by some passer-by, all kinds of speculations were flying all over the sky for a while, and the company has temporarily suppressed it. If they want to solve it completely, Ye Mu himself needs to appear to explain the situation formally.

After obtaining Lin Chuchu's consent, Ye Mu simply explained the situation on Weibo, explaining in a few words the matter of his mother's sudden death and the online photos of his own sister.

"How about I ask Shi Zhao to help you deal with it? Or..."

Liao Jing was interrupted by Ye Mu before she finished speaking, "Don't worry, I'm done with nothing here, but I have to ask for a few more days off."

Hearing this, Liao Jing didn't force it, and said: "Okay, then you can take a good rest and call me if you have something to do." She thought of something, and said: "By the way, did you replace the lost phone number? "

"I've been a little busy these two days, I'm going to make up for it now, what's the matter?"

"Boss Zhan is looking for you. Why don't you call him back? He is in a hurry. I heard from his secretary today that he seems to have booked a plane ticket to go to your place to find you." Before the phone call, Liao Jing also couldn't get in touch with Ye Mu. She was in a hurry, but Ye Mu took the initiative to call.

She paused, hesitated to speak, "Be careful with the media."

Ye Mu was stunned, as if he didn't expect this to happen, he couldn't help but think of the WeChat message he sent to the other party before leaving, he pursed his lips and didn't ask any more, but responded in a low voice.

Today's Liao Jing already knew that the relationship between Ye Mu and Zhan Shuduan was extraordinary. Seeing that Ye Mu didn't mean to say more, and thinking that the other party must be in a bad mood at this time, she simply didn't ask any more questions, but changed the topic again. Asked some other questions before ending the call.

Ye Mu glanced at the phone and found that the battery had run out. Thinking of what Liao Jing said about Zhan Shuduan just now, he squinted his eyes, finally stood up, walked to the closed door, and knocked.

"Chuchu, I'm going out for a while, what do you want to eat?" Ye Mu waited at the door for another minute after asking, the door was finally opened a crack, Lin Chuchu looked up at Ye Mo with a haggard face. Mu, "Where are you going?"

Ye Mu explained: "I lost my mobile phone and haven't had time to buy one yet. I have to get a replacement card, and it won't work if you always occupy your mobile phone. Maybe you will come back later later. You should rest at home." He handed the phone back to Lin Chuchu, and said, "I just called, and the battery is out. You can charge it."

Lin Chuchu nodded silently after taking the phone. She pursed her lips and added, "Then be careful on the road and come back early."

Since Zeng Yan's sudden death, Lin Chuchu's mental state has fallen to the bottom, and both words and expressions have become less. After a few days, the number of exchanges between the two is indeed very small, especially when they are at home. The traces of life left by Zeng Yan made it even more difficult to accept the disappearance of a living person.

The current residence was moved by Zeng Yan and Lin Chuchu after Ye Mu left university, so it was the first time Ye Mu came back here.Perhaps it is precisely because of this that his mood is not as intuitive as Lin Chuchu's.

So much so that when she came back to pack her things the day before, Lin Chuchu cried so hard that she couldn't make a sound, but Ye Mu didn't have a single tear, and packed her things calmly.

Even at the funeral, he didn't shed a single tear, which formed a stark contrast with Lin Chuchu, causing those present at that time couldn't help feeling that Ye Mu was so indifferent that he didn't even cry when his mother died.

Ye Mu also knew that she should cry, but until now, apart from Zeng Yan's despair and pain at the moment of her death, there seemed to be no emotion.

It's not that he doesn't want to cry, it's that he can't cry. At this time, Ye Mu couldn't help but think about his acting skills. If his acting skills were good, he would definitely be able to cry, but his acting skills are terrible, let alone crying scenes I can't even install it.

After closing the door, Ye Mu lowered his hat and left the unit building, put his hands in his coat pockets, and walked out of the complex against the cold wind.

"I heard that someone died of illness on the sixth floor?"

"That's right, just leave a daughter who is going to college, poor thing."

"No way, I clearly saw that I still have a son, and I heard that he is still a star, but he didn't come back after he became famous. This time, the adult passed away and finally came back. As a result, he didn't shed a single tear at the funeral!"

"Don't be joking, are you? Isn't he afraid of being struck by lightning?"

"Who knows..."

Passing by several aunts with children, Ye Mu was caught off guard by hearing such a conversation, pursed his lips under the mask, couldn't help bowing his head and quickened his pace to leave.

In this small place with a big fart, even the slightest disturbance in the residential building can't escape the ears of the neighbors, let alone it is related to life and death, and it spreads around the neighborhood without deliberately spreading it.

No matter how sad the person concerned is, if it falls into the mouths of others, it can only be reduced to an after-dinner conversation, and without any thought of adapting it without authorization, and then passing it to the mouth of the next person, the real situation will most likely be changed.

But who will care whether it is correct or not, just like no one will go to check the truth or falsehood of gossip after dinner.

I came to the business hall to line up. Fortunately, there were not many people today, so I quickly re-registered the number, put it into the new mobile phone I just bought together, turned it on, and checked the time. It was still afternoon, but the business hall It was getting dark outside.

Although the days are short and the nights are long in winter, they are not to this extent. If you listen carefully, there is still a small thunder, which seems to be a sign of rain again.The weather these past few days has been very bad. At least we haven't seen the sun for almost a week, and the already cold sky is covered with a layer of frost.

There is no snow in the south, so it is extra cold when it rains.

Ye Mu lowered his head and opened the address book. There was not a single number. There was nothing in the phone except a few original software. He opened the dial interface and pondered for a while, but did not press a single number, and finally put the phone back in his pocket , stopped a taxi on the side of the road.

He didn't go home, but took a detour to the cemetery where Zeng Yan was buried. When he arrived, it was already dark, and the strong wind almost blew his hat away. The skin felt like a knife scratch Excessive touch, cold and sharp pain.

After speaking with the garden keeper, he walked slowly into the cemetery.

Just after walking a few steps, the phone in his pocket rang, Ye Mu took it out and saw it was a slightly familiar number.

He picked up and said in a low voice, "Hello."

"Ye Mu!" Zhan Shuduan's pleasantly surprised voice sounded, Ye Mu was taken aback for a moment, and then heard the other person say: "You finally answered the phone, where are you now? I'm already at your side, I'll go find you."

Hearing this, Ye Mu remembered what Liao Jing said on the phone just now, he stopped and pulled off the mask on his face, "Are... are you really here?"

"Yes, where are you now? Give me the specific location!" Zhan Shuduan's voice was a little excited, as if he was extremely worried about Ye Mu's hanging up the phone, and asked again when the other party was silent.

After a while, Ye Mo finally said: "The cemetery, I'm in the cemetery."

"Cemetery?" Zhan Shuduan was startled for a moment, and then thought of Ye Mu's Weibo, his voice lowered, "Okay, I'll go over now, you wait for me!"

After hanging up the phone, he stared at the phone's call history for a long while before finally taking it back. The dark clouds above his head were moved bit by bit by the wind, and the light around him became darker and darker.

When Ye Mu arrived in front of Zeng Yan's tombstone, only the sound of strong wind tearing and thunderclaps remained in his ears.

Pulling down the scarf and mask, Ye Mu looked at the cold tombstone in front of him, put down the white chrysanthemum he bought on the way, squatted down gently, the long brim of the hat covered most of his face, looked I don't know what his expression is at this moment.

He stretched out his hand, and touched the tombstone with his slender fingers. His fingertips slid across the cold stone surface, and he felt nothing but a stiff and cold touch.

Ye Mu looked at the word 'Zeng Yan' engraved on the tombstone, and realized again that the person in his memory had really turned into the cold, hard, lifeless tombstone in front of him.

In an instant, the whole heart seemed to be squeezed by someone's hands, and it hurt so badly that it was suffocating.

After a long time, he came back to his senses, closed his eyes, and suddenly wanted to see Zhan Shuduan especially.