[Entertainment circle] What's the use of laying fat eggs

"Ming Che! Look here and laugh!"

The young man stood by the seaside and embraced the sun with open arms, as if he heard someone calling, he turned his head and fixed his last smile forever.

Compared with three years ago, he has not changed much, but he is too thin, his complexion is not very good, and he is pale and bloodless. Unable to feel the icy coldness in the palm of his hand that was about to erode his soul, he still called out stubbornly:

"Ming Che, it's getting late, it's time to get up, the sun is going to dry your ass."

He didn't respond, and Jin Yunheng was not discouraged. He lowered his head slightly, put those completely cold hands on his lips and blew gently:

"Look at you, I haven't seen you for three years, why are you still so incapable of taking care of yourself? Don't be afraid, it won't be cold to let my brother brag for you."

He didn't want to let go of his hand, for fear that this person would completely disappear from his sight in the next second like he did three years ago.

"Jin Heng, let go, Mingche...is no longer here."

Someone whispered something in his ear, but Jin Yuheng turned a deaf ear to it. He twitched the corners of his mouth, but his gaze kept on watching the young man sleeping in the flowers. He stubbornly blocked all the news he didn't want to hear, and kept repeating: " He was just tired, fell asleep and woke up in a while, I have to be by his side, if he wakes up and can't see us, he will be scared."

Pu Zhixuan turned his back and cried so much that he almost fainted.

From learning the news of Jiang Mingche's death to now, all the members are in a state of extreme mental breakdown. They never thought that they would meet again on such an occasion. Even when the manager mentioned that they would be brought to the funeral, They all subconsciously felt that all this was just a clumsy and boring trick.

But when they were brought here and saw the young man dressed neatly lying on the bed sleeping peacefully, but unable to open his eyes anymore, smiling and calling them his brother, their tense nerves finally collapsed completely.

"Wake up, okay? I bought you a lot of figurines you like. Get up and have a look, okay?"

Like an invisible sharp knife, it pierced into the already riddled heart, leaving only a piece of broken flesh, and even the breath carried the despair that almost swallowed the whole person into sinking.

Jin Yunheng's voice was trembling, and his tears could no longer be controlled. He covered his hands, trying to help the child who was afraid of the cold drive away all the chill, but the cold touch in his palm still had to remind him cruelly, All this is in vain.

The younger brother he cherished, who loved and loved the most in his life, finally left them forever in this way.

"What did you do wrong? Why do you have to bear these..."

He died on the night of the graduation ceremony. When the police were collecting relics, they found a USB flash drive in the drawer of his room. There were about [-] songs stored in it, and each of them was prepared for bulletproof without exception. .

He still loves music deeply, and even though he can no longer go on stage again, he still refuses to give up.He was supposed to usher in a brand new life, but he had to be completely ruined by a sharp knife that was already insane, and he hastily drawn a rest.He didn't have the habit of keeping a diary, but every gift he left behind was evidence of his efforts to survive and welcome a new life.

Pu Zhixuan finally couldn't stand it anymore, he stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, his voice hoarse: "Okay, let him have a good rest, he is too tired."

Yes, his short 23 years of life are really exhausting.

Falling off such a high stage, I got my life back, but I had to face the cruel reality of broken dreams. I mustered up the courage to keep going. I naively thought that everyone would give encouragement and support. At the beginning, it was indeed like this. , everyone sighed that he was strong, and occasionally looked at the comments on the Internet, and they were all positive.

He was encouraged to practice harder and harder, but as he sat on the stage more and more times, gradually, another voice began to fill his vulnerable spiritual world.

Finally, everything fell apart completely.He left in a panic that should not have belonged to him. These members who kept saying that they would keep going, but they kept watching with cold eyes. Even if they wanted to help each other, they could do nothing. Going to despair, he was finally forced to shatter all his dreams and pride, and left forever the stage he loved so much all his life.

Jiang Mingche is such a strong child. He couldn't stand on the stage, so he studied music hard, and wanted to use his talent to continue to complete his music career. He was unwilling to be defeated by fate. Next, completely crushed.

"You are a fucking murderer! Kill you, can you give me back my brother!! Can you!"

The elder brother, who was always calm and indifferent, still heard the roar that was almost crazy and completely out of control.Min Yoongi turned around, raised his hand to cover his mouth, the pain was so painful that he could no longer control his tears, those happy or sad memories of the past were intertwined, constantly tormenting his reason.

He originally thought that when he saw Jiang Mingche again, he would take him to his new company to have a look, and wanted to show him his latest works. He had a lot of things to say, but unfortunately, everything came to nothing.

"The thing I regret most in my life is not being able to say 'I love you' to you when you are still by my side."

This sentence was the first and only sentence Min Yoongi said after seeing Jiang Mingche's body.

Pu Zhixuan patted him on the shoulder, opened his mouth, and finally said nothing.

Zheng Haoxi stepped forward, handed over the steaming milk in his hand, and sighed softly: "Eat something to fill your stomach first, that child Mingche won't want you to hurt and torture yourself."

Taking it in silence, Jin Yunheng glanced down, seemed to think of something, and smiled: "It's his favorite brand."

He turned his head and gently laid the glass of milk on the back of his hand: "Ming Che, if you don't drink this milk that you like the most, I will drink it up and not keep it for you."

There was still no movement, Jin Yunheng's voice trembled slightly, still unwilling to reconcile: "Will you get up and take a look at brother?"

Zheng Haoxi's heart was sour, but he couldn't bear to let him continue to torture him like this, so he hurried forward, not forgetting to pass a look to Pu Zhixuan who was quietly wiping away tears beside him, the latter understood and stepped forward together.

"Go eat something and rest for a while, if Mingche sees you like this, he will be sad too."

"You don't want the kid to be sad either, do you?"

With these words, Jin Yuheng couldn't help but fell silent. He turned his head and glanced at the still sleeping boy, but he didn't say anything after all, and was turned and left with Pu Zhixuan hooking his shoulders.

Zheng Haoxi stepped forward, helped him re-adjust the folded state of his hands, gently stroked his cold forehead, and let out a long sigh.

On the day when the news of Jiang Mingche's death came, the members had just finished their trip.I only learned about his specific movements from the manager yesterday. Everyone is eager to see the bad boy who left without saying goodbye as soon as possible after the trip. Concealed anticipation and excitement.

It was at this time that the manager opened the door and came in. His face was pale, and he looked extremely panicked.The members subconsciously suppressed their smiles, and before they could ask what happened, the manager closed his eyes, as if he had made enough mental preparations, tried his best to control his trembling voice, and told them the news of Jiang Mingche's assassination and death .

"...to see Mingche for the last time."

As soon as these words were uttered, the members froze immediately.

Jin Nanjun reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth, and the anxiety and panic in his heart became more and more serious: "Brother, this joke is not funny."

Zheng Haoxi was standing next to his manager, he didn't dare to think about what it meant to see him for the last time.

He has never been a brave person, how can he muster the courage to face such a news that is almost a nightmare, he dare not answer the phone, afraid that the news displayed on it will completely plan his luck and extravagant hopes.

"Ming Che was attacked at home last night, was stabbed dozens of times, and died after rescue failed. He was only 23 years old..."

The agent read the news displayed on the phone lightly. He didn't believe it when he first received the notice. He just thought it was a bad joke on April Fool's Day. However, the partner in the United States called and communicated with the police station in person. Only then did I have to believe that the child who always called himself a man, but always acted like a baby to those around him unconsciously, and was pampered by everyone, finally left them forever.

After hearing the news, Zheng Haoxi couldn't remember his reaction at that time.

The heart seemed to be hollowed out suddenly with a knife, and it was filled with despair that was colder than glacier water.His eyes were red, but the tears had already started to flow dry when he heard the news. He didn't want to show that appearance in front of his younger brother, so he pretended to be calm and said:

"Ming Che, thank you for coming to this world."

"Time flies so fast. Three years have passed in a blink of an eye. My brothers dare not contact you proactively, and I don't know if they have taken good care of themselves during this time?"

He let out a long sigh: "Your boy is gone, and we will work hard together with you in the future. It was agreed that eight people will be together, you boy, don't even think about running away halfway."

He raised his hand to gently wipe away the moisture from the corners of his eyes. He couldn't remember how many times he had cried, and his eyes were probably very red and swollen at the moment. Zheng Haoxi raised his hand and rubbed it subconsciously, standing here quietly watching.

After a while, someone came in again.

Jin Nanjun hurriedly walked, and impatiently took the mobile phone and handed it over: "Haoxi! The murderer's verdict is out!"

Zheng Haoxi quickly turned his head, took the phone and took a closer look.

"The criminal evidence is sufficient and correct, the criminal facts are established, and he is sentenced to life imprisonment."

It is indeed a happy and good thing to be celebrated for this criminal to be punished as he should, but no matter what happens, the boy will never come back.

Quietly looking at the boy lying in the flowers, he likes eustoma the most, and now he can finally get his wish, in the gentle and fragrant embrace of the eustoma, he will sleep forever.