I am the white moonlight of the giants who died early

After the evil ghost was completely absorbed, Yun Qingcen's broken arm was lifted up by the black liquid from his wound, and it was quickly and perfectly connected back.

His face was full of satisfaction, and his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about it.

The black cat that fell on the ground gave a weak "meow".

Yun Qingcen spread out his palm, waved it lightly, and the hostility left in his palm was sent to the black cat, who quickly opened his mouth wide and swallowed it in one gulp.

It ate so much that its beard was shaking, and its eyes were narrowed into a line.

"You are still too weak." Yun Qingcen sighed, "Be good, don't let me down."

The black cat whimpered and howled incessantly.

Yun Qingcen watched it eat up its hostility.

The black cat regained its strength after eating, it stood up, and its body began to lengthen.

It was obviously a five-month-old cat, but now it looked like an adult cat.

"Qing Cen." Zhao Hexuan's voice sounded from the side.

Yun Qingcen turned his head and smiled at him: "Did it scare you?"

Zhao Hexuan smiled, with clearly visible fanaticism in his eyes: "No."

"Go back and rest." Zhao Hexuan said softly.

Yun Qingcen nodded, he stretched and yawned: "I'm sleepy too."

On the way back, Zhao Hexuan asked Yun Qingcen: "Are you going to eat evil spirits all the time?"

Yun Qingcen drank the Coke bought in a street supermarket: "It's not that I have to eat it, but I'm greedy and hungry."

Yun Qingcen: "What's more, evil spirits cannot be reincarnated. Even if they are captured by the impermanence of the underworld, they will suffer forever in the eighteenth hell."

Zhao Hexuan asked softly: "Won't the underworld trouble you?"

He accepted what happened to Yun Qingcen well.

Yun Qingcen grinned: "Why do you bother me? I eat the evil spirits, so they don't have to spend their hands to catch them. The cause and effect are still on my head, mutual benefit and mutual benefit."

Zhao Hexuan frowned: "Cause and effect?"

Yun Qingcen: "There are gains and losses."

Zhao Hexuan parked the car on the side of the road, his voice trembling slightly: "What do you mean?"

Yun Qingcen: "It's not interesting, probably because I can't enter reincarnation, there is no afterlife, and when I live enough, I will disappear between heaven and earth."

Yun Qingcen looked into Zhao Hexuan's eyes, and he chuckled lightly: "I don't think reincarnation is any good, will I still be me in the next life? What do you think constitutes me?"

Zhao Hexuan did not speak.

Yun Qingcen: "Go back, I want to sleep."

Zhao Hexuan restarted the car.

He sent Yun Qingcen downstairs to the apartment, but Zhao Hexuan didn't go upstairs. He said to Yun Qingcen at the gate: "I'll come to you tomorrow morning. What do you want to eat? I'll bring it for you."

Yun Qingcen thought for a while: "I want to eat rice noodles."

Zhao Hexuan showed nostalgia on his face: "I remember you used to like this."

Yun Qingcen said lazily: "I am a nostalgic person, I will go up."

Watching Yun Qingcen go upstairs, Zhao Hexuan stood there without moving for a long time.

He lowered his head so no one could see his expression.

After a long time, Zhao Hexuan raised his head.

Qingcen has never been a nostalgic person.

And I will not become the next Zheng Shaowei or Fu Mingrui.

No one can try to control Yun Qingcen.

Before Zhao Hexuan left, he looked up at the upstairs, his backlighted, and an elegant and dignified smile appeared on his face.

He reached out to touch his hearing aid, with a flash of disgust on his face.

He will never be able to get rid of this hearing aid, this realization made Zhao Hexuan take a few deep breaths.

After Yun Qingcen returned to his "new home", he took a bath first, and then went to sit in the living room. The black cat had already gone to find a towel to wipe off its paws, and then licked its fur before jumping onto the sofa and curled up in the cloud. On Qingcen's lap, Yun Qingcen reached out and stroked the black cat's hair a few times.

The fur of black cats becomes smoother and darker after eating.

Yun Qingcen's hand was placed on the black cat's back, black and white were distinct.

He was full now, and he didn't feel like going to sleep after taking a bath, so he took out his phone and started checking Weibo.

Now his fans have increased again, but there are still a lot of private messages scolding him. Since people in the circle "stand on the street" for Su Ming, the fans seem to have won the gold medal for avoiding death.

There are also many fans of other celebrities, because of their own cooking, they also stand on the side of Su Ming's fans, and they want to share a common hatred against Yun Qingcen.

But seeing their insults and private messages, Yun Qingcen's heart was not fluctuating.

Even felt a little ridiculous.

There are also people who support him, some are fans of singers who have sung songs written by Yuan Shen, and some are singers who have collaborated with Yuan Shen.

But the biggest fan is the old man who was once popular. The others are all small singers. The Weibo and Chaohua of small singers have basically been blasted, and some have deleted their blogs due to pressure.

There has never been real fairness in this world. It is a virtue to help friends and not to help relatives, but the reason why virtue is a virtue is because it is rare.

Just when Yun Qingcen clicked into the trending search, he found that No. 12 had Zhao Hexuan's name.

"Zhao Hexuan supports Yunqing."

Then there was—

"Zhao Hexuan's friend".

"Zhao Hexuan Yunqing".

Yun Qingcen clicked on the topic with the highest ranking.

The first popular Weibo is the Weibo posted by Zhao Hexuan.

"Yun Qing and I are old acquaintances. I know who he is very well. I don't bother to steal other people's things. If he wants anything, just tell me and I will give it to him. There is no need to take advantage of Su Ming's popularity. I dare to stand for him." Yun Qing guarantees that she will also help Yun Qing find a lawyer, whoever has the evidence is right, I don't know what evidence Zheng has, see you in court."

Comments are crazy:

"My eyes are blurred? I thought this incident was over, but I didn't expect it to be on the hot search again."

"It's not over, the forum scolding battle is still going on, and the marketing account is still taking the rhythm, but what I didn't expect is that even the outsiders will end."

"Why do I feel that looking at this Weibo, the first sentence of 'old acquaintance' can be replaced by 'old friend' without any sense of disobedience?"

"Fuck, I'll just say what's weird, my friends, pay close attention to the phrase 'Just tell me what he wants, and I'll give it to him', what kind of beautiful brotherhood is this?"

"... Can this be eaten? I'm stupid."

"Zhao Hexuan doesn't rely on the entertainment industry to make a living, so it doesn't matter if he speaks for his friends."

"Can someone explain to me who Zhao Hexuan is? I read Weibo certification, but I'm still a little confused."

"Do you know Feihe Group? His family. Do you know Pinhua? His family's subsidiary company. Let's put it this way, if 50 yuan was dropped on the ground, he would not bend down to pick it up, because picking up money would waste more money .”

"His father is a legend, really awesome."

"And he is very handsome himself. You can check his photos. There are magazines interviewing him before. He is really a man who grew up on my sexual fetish."

"That well-dressed, refined scum feeling is absolutely perfect."

"Take back the gentle scum, our Xuanxuan is obviously gentle and elegant."

"Speaking of which, he's not married yet, and he doesn't have any scandals, does that mean..."

"Fuck, you guys can really drink anything, can you focus on this? Then go somewhere else to drink OK?"

"What are you focusing on? I'm going to court. I want to see how Zheng's responds."

"The last sentence is really just, it proves that Yun Qing has evidence, but why didn't he release it in the first place?"

"Afraid of offending people?"

Yun Qingcen reposted the Weibo questioning why he didn't release it when he had evidence.

"I can only write songs. If no one in the industry asks me to cooperate again, this road will be broken."

As soon as this Weibo was posted, the comment area fell instantly.

The person who refuted him said: "Dare to talk when you hug your thigh?"

"Why did you keep pretending to be dead before? Isn't it depression?"

"It's not depression, it's autism. It's the first time I know that autism can hug my thighs."

"Please don't discredit patients with depression and autism. It is because there are many people like you that so many people are disgusted."

There are also those who help Yun Qingcen:

"He has evidence, OK? What else can Su Ming do besides throwing blame?"

"I'm really convinced. Do Su Ming's fans have no brains? They didn't say anything before because they were obviously collecting evidence, and they never said that they have autism. Those who spoke for Yun Qing before only said about Yun Qing. mentally ill."

"Is it true that if you are sick, you will be ridiculed? Yun Qing has been scolded by you for so many days, are you bullying people too much?"

"I support Yunqing in defending her rights, and I also support Yunqing in suing all the rumormongers."

Zhao Hexuan reposted the reply in support of the rumor fabrication.

"The platform has been informed, waiting to get the real person's information."

Weibo must go through the platform to obtain the real information of real-name registered users, so the platform must be reported first before the platform can provide information.

"Fuck! What is this? You reply to my comment, and I reply to your comment. What kind of nesting doll is this?"

"The old Matryoshka doll, I'm so excited, this is the biggest show this year, right?! I didn't expect this melon to last so long, and it's still so delicious, unlike other melons, it stinks after a long time."

"This kind of thing is the most enjoyable for those of us passers-by who are not fans. Please continue to make trouble. I want to see the follow-up."

"I didn't expect this melon to be sold after sale."

The original body did not have the habit of deleting text messages, Yun Qingcen sorted it out, made a table of the remuneration received in the past two years, and sent it directly to Weibo.

"This is all the remuneration I have received in the past two years. Every penny I get is hard money. Below is the demo I recorded."

The following demos are marked with time, and what musical instruments are used at each time point, and several solutions for the coordination of musical instruments are also given.

It's not so much a demo, it's better to say it's a finished song.

The lyrics were also written by Yunqing.

"... I'm also half of the insider, am I really reading this fee correctly?"

"Such a finished product, thirty thousand?"

"Friend, there are cheaper ones, [-], I thought I was wrong."

"??? I'm confused, this price??"

"I believe that Yunqing has a mental illness. If he is not ill, he really wouldn't sell it at this price."

"The contract he signed himself, no matter how cheap it is, he agreed to it himself. What does it have to do with others? Is this whitewashing? Isn't it ridiculous?"

"Fart! This is obviously bullying people maliciously! You have never written a song or composed a song. Do you know how long it takes to think about the main theme? Not to mention variations, harmony, and instrument matching. You can find any mature singer at this price. Composer, people can spit on your face."

Yun Qingcen put down his phone and continued to stroke the black cat's fur. The black cat barked and licked his fingertips.

People always want their victims to be perfect.

Then he gave them a perfect victim.