The natural stay of the Great God's family [Entertainment]

"Don't want to pay liquidated damages?!" The UMK people jumped up excitedly when they received the news, like a cricket thrown into a hot pot.

"Oh, he asked me to bring a word to you." Song Jinghuai cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and imitated Cheng Minghao's tone and shouted loudly, "You don't come to care and visit me when I'm injured, and let me give you money, you Go dream! I just don’t pay liquidated damages, if you have the ability, you come to the hospital to bite me! Oh, remember to bring fresh fruit and strawberry flavored lollipops when you come.” The last sentence was added by Song Jinghuai himself, and he finished yelling Counting, "Hey, it seems like you said three sentences? It doesn't matter, anyway, I have already brought the meaning. If you want to deliver fruit or lollipops, you can decide."

Sending peat, it's almost the same as sending □□!Why didn't Cheng Minghao go to Shi? !

UMK was vomited blood by Song (Cheng) Jing (Ming) Huai (Hao) Qi. He ate a big bowl of duck blood at noon that day before barely recovering 50% of his HP.

Song Jinghuai finished talking proudly, then left with a cool toss of his hair.He doesn't like crowded places, so he always chooses a quiet path. When he was turning from a small road that almost no one walked to the underground parking lot, he found two people secretly conducting some transactions in the corner of the parking lot.

It turned out to be Xiao Zhang, Liu Chen and Cheng Minghao's assistant.

Xiao Zhang looked around and handed a CD to Liu Chen: "It's all here, go back and check it again."

Originally, Xiao Zhang spoke cryptically, and no one could guess what was on the CD, but Liu Chen had no experience and lacked insight, so he said excitedly: "This is the song created by the male god himself?! It's great, I am so excited." Thank you, I will definitely use it well."

"Hush!" Xiao Zhang said nervously, "Don't say anything, if people find out that you stole his song, you will be finished. Although I cleared his original manuscript, but if you use it to make a new single, he will surely Nao, don't drag me into the water when the time comes, I only do this dangerous thing for you because Li Li helped me."

"You have cleared the original manuscripts. Even if the male god knows, there is no evidence that it is his song." Liu Chen happily held the CD and said, "It would be too wasteful not to release such a good song. I heard that the male god arranged the music. His ability is very poor, I helped him arrange the music, released the song for fans to listen to, and I was also helping him, what's wrong with him."

Song Jinghuai was about to vomit due to the disgusting value of this weird thing. After they left, he took out his sweaty phone and pressed the stop button of the recording to save the recording.

On the way to the hospital, the advertisement on the giant screen in the city center is playing the recruitment advertisement of the talent show "My Stage". This is a recruitment advertisement organized by CTY to recruit newcomers. The invited judges are all well-known musicians with status in the industry. Regional Selection.

Song Jinghuai, who has always been heartless, called Song Zhebo for the first time in a serious manner: "Brother, I want to participate in 'My Stage'... Well, I'm serious, and by the way, help me arrange the best studio, I want to use it to compose... the song I want to sing? It’s fine if I use a mouse to compose it.”

In the evening, Song Jinghuai accompanied the lonely Cheng Minghao to have dinner.Cheng Minghao has to observe in the hospital for the past few days, waiting for the operation.

Song Jinghuai didn't know how to cook, and he didn't bother to go back to Song Zhebo's house to find a nanny to do it, so he simply bought fast food on the way, and specially gave Cheng Minghao two chicken legs.

Cheng Minghao looked at the boxed lunch in his hand, unable to tell what it was like.Obviously a few days ago he was still a big star surrounded by everyone, eating the most luxurious meals, even the rice spoons were inlaid with gold and silver, but now he is so miserable that he can only eat mediocre box lunches.

Fans didn't know that he was injured, but UMK blamed Cheng Minghao with a simple and vague statement that "due to Cheng Minghao's personal reasons, the subsequent concert will be cancelled", leading fans to misunderstand, and angry fans captured Cheng Minghao's Weibo, personal website, excitedly asked Cheng Minghao to explain, but without Cheng Minghao's explanation, a large number of fans turned black, and under the instigation of interested people, they smashed his physical records, burned his posters, etc. The footage was posted online.

Cheng Minghao knew all these things, but he was tired and unable to explain. Even if he wanted to explain, what could he do if he was controlled by Weibo, official website and other ways to communicate with fans?

No matter how strong a man is, he will also collapse in the face of the continuous emergence of rape and the pressure of public opinion on him.Except for Song Jinghuai, there is no friend who can help him, no company who can speak for him, stripped of the artist's shell, he is nothing, nothing.

"Ah Jing," Cheng Minghao said wearily, swallowing the last bite of the bitter meal, "I want to retire."

"You don't sing and dance anymore?" Song Jinghuai was very surprised, the chopsticks in his mouth almost fell off.

"Sing and dance. But I won't appear in front of the public again, just entertain myself."

The man in front of him showed unprecedented weakness. He buried his face deeply in his hands, his lowered head made it difficult to see his expression clearly, but his trembling body revealed his uneasiness.

"You belong to the stage." Song Jinghuai said seriously.

Cheng Minghao sneered: "The stage has brought me both glory and pain. When I first joined the circle, I wanted to show everyone my dancing and singing, hoping to get everyone's approval and love. But now, I am doing it myself. Even if the song can be loved by fans, whether it can have good sales depends on whether I personally have sex. Don’t you think this is ridiculous? Buy a box lunch and have to watch it Do people who stir fry have character problems? I don’t even know if those who keep saying they support me are real fans or fake fans.”

Song Jing said angrily, "I'm a true fan."

Cheng Minghao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I didn't mention you."

"I think your songs and dances are great. Why do you want to quit the circle for those who don't really like your singing and dancing? If you quit, don't you just satisfy those villains? You have no brains, and you can't do business , I lose face being a resident singer, and black fans will chop you off when you go to work in the company, ah...you seem to have no future if you quit the circle, why don't you find a rich woman to take care of you?"

"...Thank you for reminding me." Cheng Minghao said with a dark face, "It's only now that I realize how useless I am."

"It's good that you know."

"...Go away, I don't want to see you today." Cheng Minghao packed up the empty lunch box, stuffed it into Song Jinghuai's hands, and wanted to drive him away.

"But I want to see you." Song Jinghuai didn't leave, threw the lunch box into the trash can, cleaned up the dining table, moved the small bench and sat next to Cheng Minghao, "I will be very lonely without the mice."

In an instant, the warmth was like a rushing ocean wave, unscrupulously rushing into the riddled chest, filling the wound in the heart.

An arm that was so thin that it was unbearable to hold was wrapped around his head, and it was pressed tightly against his hot chest, listening to the regular heartbeat.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, all your troubles have flown away." Song Jinghuai hugged Cheng Minghao tightly, and spoke very childish words, "Cry if you want to cry, I can't see anything."

Tightly embracing the back that seemed to be crushed with any force, Cheng Minghao closed his eyes deeply, his regular heartbeat was like rhythmic light music, which made people feel at ease.He didn't cry, but his heart was already crying. The negative emotions accumulated over the past few days were vented in the hug. He has been trying not to say anything about the pressure from the media and fans, the control of UMK on him, and the rupture of the ligament. The psychological trauma caused formed a huge mountain that made him unable to breathe.

Fortunately, Song Jinghuai was still there, fortunately he gave him a hug, fortunately, he still had Song Jinghuai...

Song Jinghuai probably seldom came to the hospital to see him because of his modeling work, but hired a nurse to take care of him.

And UMK couldn't get the liquidated damages, so they came to "visit" him cheekily with fruit and strawberry flavored lollipops. Kim didn't say a word.

UMK could only come to harass them frequently, and Cheng Minghao took the trouble, he lost a word and came to harass him again, so he called the media, and then kicked them out.

On the third day after UMK came to visit, Cheng Minghao underwent surgery to repair the ligament.The operation went smoothly. Afterwards, as long as he takes good care of himself, does not engage in excessive exercise, and does more functional training, he can recover within six months.

As soon as he got off the operating table, Cheng Minghao saw an unread WeChat message.

Rats don't take medicine: how's the surgery going?

I have taken medicine. Thank you: It's going well, and I should be able to recover within half a year.

Song Jinghuai replied quickly.

Rats don’t take medicine: Take a good rest, I won’t be going today, remember to take notes and eat less lollipops, otherwise no one will give you medicine if your teeth are broken.By the way, remember to watch Channel [-]'s "My Stage" program at [-]:[-]pm, you have to finish it.

I have taken medicine. Thank you: What are you doing watching that show?

Rats don't take medicine: Watching it can increase IQ.

I have to take medicine. Thank you: ... Got it.

After chatting for more than ten minutes, Song Jinghuai was busy. Cheng Minghao had nothing to do. He took out the notebook he received on his birthday, found today's note from the glass bottle, and unfolded it.

"Today I ate a chicken leg. It tasted great. I felt like I was back in my childhood when I ate my cousin's chicken leg and was chased and beaten by my mother."

Cheng Minghao couldn't help laughing. The incident of being beaten for stealing chicken legs when he was a child was said in junior high school to comfort Song Jinghuai who was beaten. He didn't expect that he would still remember it after so many years.

With a smile, he wrote this sentence into the notebook, and when the last word was settled, he held the notebook and read it from the beginning.

The notebook records the content on the note every day. The content is very simple, such as what I ate, what I did today, and words to encourage myself. There is no connotation, but when he reads it from the beginning, he almost has an illusion, He truly experienced the content written in the diary, tasted the joy of experiencing those things, and his mood improved involuntarily.

As time passed, the note on the glass bottle gradually bottomed out. He had gone through it once, and the last note was dated November 11th, which was the fifth anniversary of his debut.He really wanted to open that note to see what was written in it, but doing so would destroy the expectation and curiosity he held every day, so he might as well reveal the secret day by day with the surprise of unveiling the mystery.

When cooking dinner at night, he specially helped the nurse to beat a chicken leg. The taste was not particularly fragrant, but between his lips and teeth, there was the taste of the chicken leg that he snatched when he was a child.

The author has something to say: Song Jinghuai: "The mouse is crying, please comfort me."

Cheng Minghao: "I didn't cry!"

Song Jinghuai: "It's a lie, your eyes are red."

Cheng Minghao: "That's sand in the eyes."

Song Jinghuai: "Huh? There is no construction site here, don't lie."

Cheng Minghao: "...I really got sand in my eyes." Subtext: Hurry up and blow it up for me!

Song Jinghuai: "Oh, then you can dig out the sand with your hands."

Cheng Minghao: "..." [Manual goodbye]