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Probably because I haven't been on Weibo for too long.The Weibo that the company opened for him is almost Wang Er updating his status, and occasionally his agent.But the number of times his agent posted on his Weibo can be counted in one slap. After all, he is not a star worth thinking about and needs topics.

Shen Ze usually goes to his own private account, and likes to repost some unnutritious jokes or repost the lottery Weibo.Anyway, the lottery platform will never love him, and he has repeatedly turned and failed, he is really an insulator of winning the lottery.

Shen Ze thought it was such a good opportunity to post on Weibo to beg for sympathy, so he patiently entered the password.

What is wrong?Try again... error.Wang Er changed?how can that be possible.He suspected that he had made a mistake, so he entered it again solemnly, and it still prompted that the password was wrong.

stolen? !

So he quickly logged on to his personal account to search for "Shen Ze v5", and Huang v certified that he was selling clothes on Weibo!

Looking at the comments, it's actually several times more than his normal Weibo posting serious stills or life photos!

Shen Ze was so angry that he wanted to throw his phone away, partly because the Weibo was stolen, and partly because the clothes sold by the stolen account were too tasteless!Isn't that the street stall under the overpass?

Sure enough, many people joined the ridicule team in the comments, and one of them shared the same hatred with him: You don't have to deny the hacker, you can guess that it is definitely not Shen Ze when you look at the pile of rags.Because this person has extremely good taste, it is impossible to advertise this time. "

There are also extreme ones who directly scold.

Shen Ze scratched his hair and hurriedly called customer service, saying that his Weibo had been stolen.

Overwhelmed—not right, he has never been popular anyway—Shen Ze is not a great person, so naturally there is no backstage to handle it for him immediately, saying that he is helping him with the appeal, please wait patiently.Shen Ze hung up the phone cursingly.Maybe it's because he's bored today, maybe it's because he thinks that being idle in bed is idle, maybe he thinks that asking for others is better than asking for himself, and he plans to send a private letter to "myself".

Straight to the point, just throw out a self-introduction and then directly talk about Weibo.

The other party and Shen Ze's revived zombie fans have been fighting for [-] rounds. At this moment, the blood is boiling with enthusiasm and heroism. Shamelessly ask how to prove that you are the real person, and ask for a photo.

Shen Ze probably also had a low IQ in a hurry, so he actually took a picture and sent it.

A slightly unhappy face, even if it is a handsome man, but the corners of the mouth are bent to the chin and the corners of the eyes are drooping to the cheekbones, it is also an unattractive face.

The clothes salesman sent a dumbfounded expression, which seemed to be teasing, and demanded: "You put on a pose to shoot yourself, I am willing to believe it."

"Damn it..." Shen Ze wanted to kick the quilt and changed it to thumping. Dealing with the other party really felt like hitting the cotton with a fist. He thought, when I want to return the account, don't let the hackers take over your store!

At this time, on the other end of the network, the person talking back and forth with Shen Ze was a young man with a sleepy face, his eyes were covered by his bangs that were too long, and his nose was straight. A pair of black-rimmed glasses.He pushed the mirror frame with his fingers, and waited for the picture in the private message dialog to load——

The internet speed was a bit slow, so he pushed away the chair and went to the refrigerator to get a drink.

Shaking to the computer, the target picture made him spit out the green tea that was just delivered to his mouth!

I saw Shen Ze rolling his eyes, his temples were being held up by "pistols", and he had a paralyzed face.

Add emoticons.thought the young man.

At this time, the comments were refreshed at 99+, and there was a row of uniform curses. The young man sat down again, and after posting for a while, the private message kept popping up: "See, return the account to me, otherwise I have other ways to let you eat Can't walk around."

This young man is doing Weibo marketing for the first time, and he doesn’t usually use Weibo very much. He has a nine-to-five job, but the expenses he has to face are really huge. He usually sells for his sister’s online store. Clothes and bags, his older sister is a big marketing v, thinking of opening a "small branch", and bought an account from someone else.

Blame him for never watching entertainment programs and not knowing who Shen Ze is.But having said that, even if you watch entertainment programs occasionally, you may not know about Shen Ze.

It was the first time he saw thousands of reposts, and before he recovered, he was abused by a group of people, and the more scolded, the worse it sounded.At the beginning, I replied carefully, saying that I really don’t know who the original owner of this account is. When I got this Weibo, it had already cleared the content, let alone running it for a friend, how could I ask so clearly...

Then, seeing more and more curses, his anger also rose.

The more I think about it, the more aggrieved I am, I just helped my sister post an advertisement, and I have to inform my sister if I want to pay it back.

While thinking this way, the deity's private message arrived.

The young man's shoulders were slack, and the scolding made him physically and mentally exhausted. He rested his chin on the table, typing slowly and heavily on the keyboard: "Oh, I still. But I have to tell my sister. Wait."

Shen Ze quit, and asked him, what's the reason for telling the person who stole something even if you give it back to me?

After waiting for 3 minutes, the other party did not reply, but the advertisement information was deleted.

At this time, Wang Er rushed in with his mobile phone and shouted, "Brother Shen! Your Weibo has been stolen!"

Shen Ze answered him with silent white eyes, and showed Wang Er the record of private messages.

After waiting for half an hour for a reply, Wang Er went down to pick up dinner.

The wheels of the food delivery truck outside the hospital rolled over the corridor, rumbling, Shen Ze stretched his waist, slid his body to the bed, and decided to forget about it for the time being.

In fact, it's not that the young man didn't reply, he just fell asleep accidentally, with his cheek against the table, salivated all over the table, and wet the mouse pad.

He had a dream, dreaming that his grandmother held a yellow cone-shaped candy to coax him to eat. There is no child who does not like candy, but he once ate it once, remembering that it was a kind of medicine to drive away stomach worms .Of course, at that time, how could he know that it was a roundworm, but he still had a clear feeling of a worm wrestling his buttocks while squatting on the toilet.

Like a smooth line segment with spirit and toughness, it sometimes brushes and sometimes slaps his ass.

And he even used a paper towel to pull the struggling roundworm to help it see the light again.

It was so disgusting and terrifying that for a certain period of time when he saw the line segment, he had the mentality of a cup bow and a snake shadow.

In the dream, grandma said, you will drool when you sleep, it is caused by the bugs in your stomach, come, eat, you will fall asleep after eating it.

He was so frightened that he ran away, but when he was a child, the house was so small that he couldn't run out from left to right, and he didn't dare to make a noise, which would disturb the uncle and aunt's family next door, and he had no way to escape when his grandma held the door.

Suddenly, a person's head popped out from behind grandma. It was the one named Shen Ze who sent a private message today. He had a dull face. He was holding a gun, and the medicine could be seen on the muzzle.When Shen Ze saw him, the corner of his mouth curled up, aiming at him maliciously——

The young man was woken up by his mobile phone, and the caller ID showed "Old Sister".

"Are you stupid? Why did you delete the ad? Just return the account and let him hang up for two more days? I bought this account for a lot of money! It turned out to be the account of a starlet, I Why didn't you remind me?"

"I……"

"I see, I just want to pay him back! Hmph, you don't know that he gained a lot of fans this time, it's a blessing in disguise!"

There was a thunderbolt when the old lady was doing things, and he said a word from the beginning to the end, only hearing the beeping sound of the mobile phone.

After Shen Ze had a good meal, he asked Wang Er to raise the bed so that he could play games by himself.

Wang Er waited bitterly for him to discover the script aside, although his lines only had three sentences: "You actually..."

"impossible!"

"I will never let you go!"

Then died without any suspense.

Wang Er discovered that Shen Ze was really the scum of the second generation of stars.

He lost his good looks, his background and his good resource, Sister Man, so he sighed heavily and long, only for his own future.

"Why, if you are bored, you can go back first——Auntie has been discharged from the hospital?"

The aunt Shen Ze mentioned was Wang Er's mother. Some time ago, she fell down the stairs while doing hygiene for others. She asked for leave and went back to take care of her for two days. Shen Ze also knew about this.At that time, Shen Ze also bought him a bunch of bone-strengthening nutrition products for Wang Er to carry back. This was the only reason why Wang Er felt that he could still support him and continue to follow.

This person is still somewhat humane, not numb to the end.

"It's hard to worry about Brother Shen, I've been discharged from the hospital early, and I'm resting at home."

Shen Ze still looked at the game and said: "Then you go back and accompany her, I don't need you to keep it here."

"But……"

"Damn it! Why can't I pass?!" Shen Ze threw the psp away, pinched his brows impatiently, and said, "I'm a man living in a high-grade ward and I'm afraid of being murdered? I'm telling you to go back, so long-winded!"

Wang Er was moved in his heart, of course he knew that Shen Ze was doing it for his own good, so he walked away as good as he could.

In the middle of the night, the ward was very quiet. Occasionally, I heard the music of the pager. It was the melody of a happy birthday song without any characteristics, and it was very vague in the distance. Shen Ze dreamed about this kind of music all night.

First, he dreamed of the first birthday he remembered. At that time, it should be the first time he met Xu Xiaoya. His father, who has always been inconspicuous, also came. There were so many people that day. Xu Xiaoya held him and stood there. In front of the giant birthday cake.A band in tuxedos was playing the happy birthday song. Such joyful music ran through the birthday party, so that he couldn't hear what Xu Xiaoya said to him, and what the men and women who came to pinch his face and touch his head said. What.

I just remember that there were all kinds of fragrances that day, and the mixture of all kinds of high-end and excellent fragrances turned into an uncomfortable smell.

So he still doesn't like perfume, smelling it makes him suffocate and wants to run, like an invisible rope choking his neck.In the past, when he recruited a boy, he asked him to refresh himself, or he would go to the bathroom to wash it off, wash away the fragrance, and then lie down on the bed.

Meng Meng played the happy birthday song repeatedly. He seemed to be locked in a closed space filled with thick smoke. The thick smoke blurred the appearance of many people. Gradually, they disappeared, leaving him standing there alone. Louder and clearer.

When he first became an artist, no one remembered his birthday, he was wandering on the road, a sprinkler truck passed by, Shen Ze chased after him for a few steps, happily shouted at the sprinkler truck: "Thank you! "

In the early morning, there are few passers-by, the morning light is thin, and the sprayed water is colorful in the sun. The music played by the sprinkler is the melody of the happy birthday song.