I am the white moonlight of the giants who died early

Before dawn, Yun Qingcen was lying on the terribly hard bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open. Even though he was resurrected, in some respects he was still the same as when he was a ghost. No matter how dark it was, he could see clearly.

When he was still alive, he slept on the most expensive bed that could be bought at that time, a nano-mattress, and used the most functional smart bathtub at that time in the bathroom. There is an open-air swimming pool and an indoor swimming pool. I didn't expect to die once and experience what it's like to sleep on a brown mattress.

Zhou Kai came early, and came to the door at seven o'clock with a packed breakfast, and talked with Yun Qingcen about the contract while eating.

"Last night, I asked a few people. There are no loopholes in this contract. The only good news is that you didn't sign a non-disclosure contract." Zhou Kai, "But this is also an overlord contract. You don't have the right to authorize your works."

Yun Qingcen sipped the porridge, raised his lowered eyes, and looked at Zhou Kai with those melancholy and affectionate eyes.

Zhou Kai explained: "But this is the song you wrote. The non-disclosure contract was not signed. Where did you say that you wrote the lyrics and composed the song? It's your right."

Zhou Kai: "Give me your Weibo account, and I'll ask you to edit the content for you."

Yun Qingcen pursed her lips, her expression depressed: "This is too much trouble for you, and no matter what Weibo you post, you won't believe me."

He is alone and desperate to be rescued.

Zhou Kai was very angry. He stood up and said anxiously: "You are like a boxer. You have to admit defeat before you fight! No matter how hard others try! You give me your account number, and I will do the rest. help you!"

Then Yun Qingcen "passively" handed over the account to Zhou Kai.

Zhou Kai: "I'm looking for a friend who knows public relations to help me as a staff member. If you have time these few days, you can go to the company... Hey, forget it, you'd better stay at home."

"I can go!" Yun Qingcen also stood up, and he looked at Zhou Kai with a firm expression, "I can't just do nothing."

Zhou Kai: "You go directly to Su Ming's manager and ask him if he wants to be private or make a big fuss. When the time comes, you bring a recording pen. I'll bring the recording pen for you. As long as there are loopholes in his words, you It can be reversed."

Yun Qingcen nodded vigorously, like a good baby listening to the elders.

Zhou Kai laughed and said, "If he is private, you should ask for more money."

Yun Qingcen blinked and asked ignorantly, "How much does it cost?"

Zhou Kai: "At least 50."

Yun Qingcen was stunned for a moment: "So little... much?"

Zhou Kai couldn't help laughing and said, "According to your reputation, the price should have been raised long ago."

"It's just that something happened, even if you get compensation, you probably won't be able to continue to engage in this business in the future." Zhou Kai sighed, "Sometimes even if it's not your fault, you are the one who bears the consequences."

Yun Qingcen shook his head and looked at Zhou Kai gratefully: "It doesn't matter, I can prove that I wrote the song, and my lyrics are enough. I, I can find other jobs in the future."

Zhou Kai stayed at Yun Qingcen's house until noon, Zhou Kai ordered takeaway, the two ate something casually, and Yun Qingcen sent Zhou Kai out.

After getting in the car, Zhou Kai took out his mobile phone and logged onto Yun Qingcen's Weibo. There were tens of thousands of private messages, all of which were insults when he clicked on it. Scolding Yun Qingcen for being cheap, this kind of rumor dares to be made casually, and some people found out the photos that Yuanshen had posted on Weibo before, saying that Yuanshen had plastic surgery after Su Ming.

Zhou Kai read a few articles, and he, a bystander, was about to have a myocardial infarction. Thinking about it this way, he felt more and more pitiful for Yun Qing.

In addition to private messages, there are also a lot of retweets and insults. The original body is not very good at playing social software, has never blocked people, and has not closed comments.

Weibo was full of smog, and no one in the industry stood up and said a word for him.

Su Ming's company is Zheng's Entertainment, and there are rumors that he is a member of the Zheng's Crown Prince. Regardless of the truth, the Zheng's Crown Prince, Zheng Shaowei, has indeed escorted him since his debut.

When he first debuted, Su Ming signed a small company and signed an extremely harsh contract. At that time, Zheng Shaowei paid 2000 million yuan to "redeem" Su Ming, paid the liquidated damages, and then used the money to invest in Su Ming. Ming stuffed into the crew of several big-budget TV series and movies.

It stands to reason that Zheng Shaowei would not be stingy with a small amount of money for Su Ming to release an album.

But Yun Qing only got tens of thousands of yuan, probably because the people below swallowed a lot.

When the leader above asked Zhou Kai to contact Yun Qing, the quotation at that time was tens of thousands of yuan. Zhou Kai held his forehead, and he also realized at this time that he was also one of the people who oppressed and bullied Yun Qing.

Everyone bullied him that he was not good at socializing, had no fans, had no one to rely on, and had no talent.

Zhou Kai wiped his face, his eyes became firm.

If even people like Yun Qing are to be bullied like this, how can there be any fairness and justice in this world?

After Zhou Kai left, Yun Qingcen changed his clothes and was about to go out. He searched the closet for a while, but finally he could only pick out a white short-sleeved pair and a pair of light-colored jeans. The only advantage of this outfit is that There is no need to match brooches and watches - all the poor accessories in the original body are only a ring ring, which is still silver-plated. Yun Qingcen thinks that this ring is a thimble for sewing clothes.

He went out with his mobile phone and took a taxi to the cemetery.

It was neither a new year nor a festival, the driver was in the driver's seat, looking up at Yun Qingcen through the rearview mirror from time to time.

The cemetery is on a mountain not far from the city, and there is a narrow mountain road to drive. No one goes up the mountain to worship now, and it is deserted. The driver put Yun Qingcen down and parked the car in the parking lot of the cemetery——Yun Qingcen and He negotiated the price so that he would not be unable to get a taxi when he went down the mountain later.

He climbed up the steps, walked through the verandah of the cemetery built on the pond, and the pond was filled with withered lotus, and then followed his memory to find his own tombstone.

The weather is not very good today.

In the gray sky, there were several dogs barking and barking in the mausoleum. The Ching Ming Festival had already passed. Relatives remembered that there were streamers hanging on the shrubs beside the tombstone.

The old man in charge of the mausoleum bent down to clean up the remains of firecrackers left in the specially marked out ground. The faded skin of the firecrackers faded to pink, and when the sudden wind blew, they flew into the sky in a whirl. The old man looked up , and finally nothing can be seen.

The new employee came trotting over with a broom. He always felt that today was cloudier than the day of Qingming, and his skin was covered with goosebumps.

"Grandpa Zhang, whose tombstone is that?" The employee looked over curiously, and there was a person standing in front of a tombstone not far away. When is this?Anyone else?

The employee looked at Yun Qingcen standing in front of the tombstone, a little curious: "He doesn't seem to have been here before."

Uncle Zhang narrowed his eyes slightly, and he sighed: "The people inside died young, but fortunately there are many people who miss him, and they are not deserted every year."

Uncle Zhang didn't say everything.

The ashes of a young man were buried inside, and he died in his early twenties. The day of the funeral was also the same weather. I don't know how many people came, but the first ones were a few young people with good looks and good looks.

After a person is cremated, only part of the bones and dregs are taken out, and they are ground into ashes after they are sent to the cemetery. A living person, no matter how outstanding he was during his lifetime, is just a box of ashes in the end.

He also heard people say later that the young man lost his mother when he was young, and lost his father when he was fifteen or sixteen. He only had a family of filthy relatives. Funeral.

On the day of knocking, the leader was wearing a black suit and holding the photo of the deceased. During the burial, he had a dispute with other people, saying that he was a "widow".

It seemed that they were still fighting, and they didn't seem to be fighting. Uncle Zhang couldn't remember.

No one knows how he lived during his lifetime, but after his death, he was full of excitement.

It can be regarded as a blessing, counting the days, it has been ten years since he died, if he is lucky, he should be reincarnated by now.

Uncle Zhang read a sentence: "Namo Amida Poye..."

The employee still couldn't help but look over. The man standing in front of the tombstone lowered his head, and from his angle he could only see the other side's face.

There is a photo of the deceased on the top of the tombstone. He was a very young and good-looking young man. His hair was slightly curly, his eyes were blurred, the end of the eyes was raised, and his lips were slightly raised. He was born with a passionate look.

Only then did the employee remember that he had stopped to look at it before, and sometimes people who went to the grave would stop to look at it, and then sighed: "It's a pity".

Couplets are engraved on both sides of the tombstone:

"Halfway, happiness and longevity are not rewarded, and the green hills around the back are beautiful through the ages."

The banner reads: "Heaven is jealous of talents".

The staff also remembered the name of the deceased: Yun Qingcen.

He didn't write it down specifically, it's just that the name was too poetic compared to the one next to it, making it unforgettable after reading it.

Such a good name, such a good-looking person, said to leave, and then walked away lightly, but it is rare that the graveyard can still be so lively ten years after death.

Yun Qingcen was also looking at the faded photo on his tombstone, did he look like this when he was alive?

He's been dead for too long, and the ghost can't look in the mirror, so he can't remember what he looks like.

He looked at himself in the photo, and the people in the photo looked at him.

In his eyes, the cemetery is not empty. The lonely ghosts who have nowhere to go regard this place as their home. They float on the graves or sit on other people's tombstones. The lonely ghosts have been wandering for a long time. , and there is no ghost to guide the way, it will slowly lose its sanity, and then disappear between the heaven and the earth.

Yun Qingcen looked down at the incense candles and sacrifices in front of his tombstone, and there were expensive fake flowers on both sides.

You don't even need to think about who put it.

Only Jiang Qin thought he liked orchids.

But he didn't like any flowers, or anything pretty.

Yun Qingcen stood where he was, looking up at the sky. In the foggy sky, the clouds seemed to be pressing down in the next second.

He read the names of those people in his mind.

Zheng Shaowei, Fu Mingrui, Zhao Hexuan, Jiang Qin, Zhou Xuyao, Qin Yi, Lang Zhuo...

He touched his chin, narrowed his eyes slightly, and chuckled: "Who should I go to?"