Doomsday Superstar [Rebirth]

When Lin Chuchen came out of the bedroom, Yang Xiuyuan was still frying eggs in the kitchen. The sound of "sizzling" was accompanied by the aroma that filled the entire restaurant, creating a feeling of home inexplicably.

Sometimes being alone can become a "home".

Lin Chuchen stared at Yang Xiuyuan's back, a little lost in thought.He kind of wanted to hug him from behind, hold his hand and help him fry eggs, although he didn't know how eggs should be fried.

The eggs were fried quickly, and the plate and decorations were done in one go. Yang Xiuyuan turned around with the plate in his hand, only to find that Lin Chuchen had come out.

A smile spread across his face in an instant: "Are you up? Eat quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold, you eat first, I'll heat the milk...you...what's wrong with me?"

He looked down, no apron, but no oil splash.

Lin Chuchen stared at his chest as if he was staring at his father and enemy. Yang Xiuyuan was wearing a V-neck sweater with the neckline opened a little too wide, revealing his collarbone and a small piece of chest, especially when he bent over and lowered his head, but the temperature in the room It's okay, but it doesn't feel cold at all.

When Lin Chuchen turned around, there was an uncontrollable heat in his chest. He had to use a lot of strength to stop himself from jumping up and peeling off Yang Xiuyuan's clothes to check the chest, although he knew in his heart that nothing would be there. have.

Yang Xiuyuan's growth trajectory is complete, nothing special happened, nor was he injured or comatose.He confirmed it last night.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Why are you still wearing a scarf? Is it cold?" Yang Xiuyuan put down the plate and walked over to try the temperature of his artist's forehead.

Following his movements, Lin Chuchen jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, took a step back in a panic, and almost tripped over the chair leg: "I, uh, I'm a little cold, maybe I'm a little weak... ...No, it's nothing..."

He wandered his eyes around, searching for excuses in his mind, finally found one, threw it out quickly, and choked on his saliva in the middle of speaking: "Well, cough, I, I forgot to wash my face just now..."

He ran back to his bedroom with hands and feet, locked it from the inside, and then leaned against the door, covering his eyes and slowly sat down.

He couldn't continue to live with Yang Xiuyuan, he had to move out quickly, he had to move out, the sooner the better.

He made a decision, patted his face to let last night's messy dreams and bloody sweaters get out of his mind, took a few deep breaths to calm down, then stood up on his knees, went to the bathroom to wash for two After thinking about it, he simply took a cold shower to wake himself up completely.

When he came out again, Yang Xiuyuan was still waiting for him, and he was obviously relieved when he came out: "I thought what's wrong with you? Come and sit, I'll heat up the meal."

Lin Chuchen still didn't dare to look at the knitted sweater, so he had to take Yang Xiuyuan's mobile phone to play: "It's okay, I didn't sleep well last night, and I was a little confused in the morning. After washing my face, it really feels better. Your clothes...It's very beautiful. Where did you buy it?"

"Oh, it's the shopping mall next door. I bought it the year before last. The hem has thread ends, so I wear it as pajamas. Why do you like this style?"

"Well, the fabric should be quite comfortable to wear."

"Yes, it's quite soft. I don't know much about the material, maybe it's fine wool? Come here and help me..." Yang Xiuyuan turned his head and wanted to pass the plate over. When he saw Lin Chuchen playing with his mobile phone, he simply carried it by himself. Come over, "The response on Weibo is not bad, but after the news came out yesterday, some fans reposted messages on your Weibo, you go and have a look, and find the ones with high likes to reply to two. Interacting with fans is also very important. Helps increase fan stickiness."

Lin Chuchen rolled cucumber strips and fried eggs with slices of bread and stuffed them into his mouth. He clicked on the icon with big eyes and opened his own Weibo. There were a lot of comments and blessings. There are a lot of them, highlighting their talents in the use of words, but he didn't feel any waves when he saw them, and he felt a little boring.

Presumably, these people should have gone smoothly in real life. They didn't travel to parallel worlds inexplicably, they didn't meet a lover who died and came back to life, they didn't sleep in the middle of the night and almost strangled themselves to death, and they didn't see hallucinations under the sun.

It's a luxury to think about being bored.

He raised his eyebrows and continued to scroll down. Among the comments with substantive content, the one with the most likes was a detailed analysis of how he and his team coerced and lured the hospital to give false testimony. , Even he himself almost believed it after reading it, but after careful consideration, there were still loopholes in the logic. He pointed out the loopholes one by one, and then commented, the analysis was good, and he continued to work hard.

Yang Xiuyuan asked him to reply two, and he decided to find another one to say he was good, well, here is one:

A mule riding a donkey: Am I the only one who noticed that the photo didn't capture a face?Chenchen didn't take pictures like this before, did he hurt his face? [tears] [tears] [tears]

This post has 48W+ likes, which is only 1 less than the conspiracy theory one. How many people want their faces to be ruined!

He reposted this directly:

The face is fine, but you have something to do, this nickname [Thinking][Thinking][Thinking]//@骑狼的麦子: Am I the only one who finds that the photo doesn’t take a face?Chenchen didn't take pictures like this before, did he hurt his face? [tears] [tears] [tears]

Then he posted a new Weibo with only three words: face is fine.

The accompanying picture is the photo taken by Yang Xiuyuan in the hospital yesterday, the one with his legs crossed and his face in a very lazy one.

To refute rumors, you must give enough evidence.

After swiping Weibo for a while, I feel that my mental state has stabilized, and it turns out that people will be more fragile when they first wake up.He pushed the phone back to Yang Xiuyuan: "Brother Yuan, I want to go home and have a look today."

Yang Xiuyuan was biting a cucumber, and the "click, click, click" was very insulting. After hearing what he said, he continued to take a bite, and said vaguely: "Okay, I will take you there later."

"No, I'll just take a taxi. You can do your work. On the way back, I'll go to the bank and change the password." He didn't know the previous password, and now he is penniless.

"Alright. Then call me if you have something to do, and tell me if you feel a little uncomfortable. By the way, did you remember my number? Give me the call and I will set up a speed dial for you." Yesterday Yang Xiuyuan put the one he used before The mobile phone was found out and given to Lin Chuchen, the number is also Yang Xiuyuan's, a private account, and I don't use it very much at ordinary times, because the mobile phone is too old, it is not a thing of the smart phone era, and the network connection is very poor, basically it can only make and receive calls and send and receive information.

"The new phone should arrive today, so you can make do with it first." He pushed the phone over, and when Lin Chuchen reached out, he retracted his hand in time and naturally, carefully avoiding physical contact.

"Hmm." Lin Chuchen thought about what he was going to buy later, and didn't pay much attention to Yang Xiuyuan's movements.He didn't know if those things were easy to find. It stands to reason that supermarkets and vegetable markets should have them. As high as a foot, it sprayed directly onto Yang Xiuyuan's clothes opposite, and the chest of that beige knitted sweater was instantly stained with red.

He wanted to say sorry, and wanted to go over and wipe Yang Xiuyuan off, but in fact he just sat there, watching the fingernail-sized red ball slowly spread out, and finally covered Yang Xiuyuan's entire chest. Yang Xiuyuan stretched out his chest and grabbed his heart. The bright red heart was still beating, as if struggling, once, once...

Lin Chuchen stood up with a "chuckle", and the dining table shook. Yang Xiuyuan looked at him in surprise, then looked at the stains on his body, and guessed what it was in an instant.He covered his chest with one hand, grabbed the tomato in Lin Chuchen's hand with the other and threw it into the trash can. He stretched out his hand to pull him up and drag him to the sofa in the living room, but halfway through the stretch, he changed his trajectory and changed it to pulling his arms.

The doctor told him that Lin Chuchen might have PTSD and would overreact to similar situations at the accident scene. He lay in bed thinking about taboos for a long time yesterday, but he never thought that he would faint.At that time, the scene of the accident was messy, but there were not many bloodstains. Even if there were, most of them were dark black with burnt, so Yang Xiuyuan only thought of not making barbecue food. He even planned to make all the recipes for a while. Instead of steaming and stewing, try to avoid frying and frying.

He made fried eggs in the morning because there was a fundamental difference between fried eggs and other things, but he still paid attention to Lin Chuchen's reaction when making them.

Sure enough, the fried eggs were fine, but the tomatoes were.

Lin Chuchen trembled all over, lowered his head and didn't dare to look directly at him, so he had to go back to his room and change his clothes. He was about to go out anyway, so he simply changed into a shirt and trousers. Sure enough, the black and white clothes made Lin Chuchen a lot quieter.

He stood by the sofa, thinking about his words, but was preempted by Lin Chuchen: "Brother Yuan, I'm fine, it's just a stress reaction, I'll be fine after sitting for a while, go get busy, I want to rest by myself."

Yang Xiuyuan opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.After all, he and Lin Chuchen were not very close.

The door opened and closed, Lin Chuchen sat on the sofa for a while, and then entered Yang Xiuyuan's bedroom.

The knitted sweater was in the laundry basket. Lin Chuchen took it out and checked it. Except for the different fabric, the style, color and model were basically the same.The material of Yang Xiuyuan's is very soft and easy to wear and tear, while his own is made of relatively hard fabric, even though he has been fleeing all the time, he has worn it for ten years.

The clothes were very worn in the end, and many places were repaired and repaired, and he was reluctant to throw them away. Later, Qing Yi exchanged his own sweater with him, and then the clothes were stained with Qing Yi's blood, a large area on the chest .

When he picked up the clothes, there was a big hole in the front and back of the clothes, which was torn to pieces and could no longer be mended.

He stood up and walked around Yang Xiuyuan's bedroom twice, but he didn't feel anything wrong. Yang Xiuyuan's bedroom was furnished very simply. There was a bed, a wardrobe, and a bedside table. There was nothing on the bed. The bed was empty, and the wardrobe The house is full of basic models. He went through the study and living room yesterday. It is a very ordinary bachelor's home. At most, it is a bachelor who likes to read books, and there is nothing special about books.

He sat on the bedside, his eyes flicked back and forth on the only few things on the bedside table, a simple pen holder, a post-it note, and a photo frame with a group photo of two people. Judging from their appearance, the two people in the photo should be the same Two brothers, one of them is Yang Xiuyuan, in the bedside table... are some spare daily necessities.

Yang Xiuyuan's life is really... simple.

He stuffed the clothes in the laundry basket into the washing machine, and walked out the door with the sound of the washing machine running.

An hour and a half later, he carried two plastic bags to his home in the Fifth Ring Road. This is a small apartment assigned by the company to its artists. It is about 50 square meters with one bedroom and one living room. The layout of the apartment is nothing new. Open the door, A stale smell came over his face, Lin Chuchen ignored it, went straight in, opened the window of the living room and bedroom, and began to check the "relics".

After half an hour, the air in the room finally didn't feel like it was in a tomb. The only relics of the original owner were checked out, and there were no clues.

He re-locked the doors and windows, took out a bag of salt from the plastic bag he brought, and sprinkled it around all the walls and windows in the living room and bedroom, then drew the curtains, and drew a picture in front of the full-length mirror of the bedroom wardrobe. The huge circle lit three candles, drew a talisman on the full-length mirror with chicken blood mixed with his own blood, and then sat in the big circle on the ground and stared at himself in the full-length mirror.

Not to mention, this kind of atmosphere is especially good for sleep. I don’t know how long he waited, but he actually started to feel drowsy. After a short nap, he woke up and found that the ghost’s virtue was still there, without any change. .

He sat on the ground and stretched a lot. He felt that the floor was too hard, and his butt hurt from sitting, so he said a little irritably, "Are you going to get out? If you don't show your body, I won't give you back this body!"

The burnt parts of the candles were piled up in a small pile on the floor, and Lin Chuchen sat with a sore back. He felt that those who wrote the method of evocation on the Internet were big liars. He might not be sure that they were actually made by candle makers or chicken farmers. advertise.

He blew out the candles, opened the windows and curtains to ventilate, and climbed into the dusty bed to catch up on sleep. At the same time, a comment appeared under the Weibo he posted in the morning:

Crow took a sip of water: I always feel that after this accident, Lin Chuchen has changed a lot, like a different person!

Yang Xiuyuan also saw this comment. In fact, he has been paying attention to the trend on Weibo, and is also looking for someone to lead the public opinion. From the current point of view, everything is quite ideal.

While reading that comment, he called Lin Chuchen, and the phone rang three times before he got connected. The voice over there was a bit blurred, as if he had just been woken up: "Hello?"

"Chu Chen, I received a note here, and I want to ask if you are interested in it. The male number three of the low-budget movie is produced by Donggu Entertainment. The quality of the movies they make is quite guaranteed."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while before hesitatingly asking, "What subject matter?"

"Oh, I forgot to mention this. Zombie movies are considered science fiction. There seems to be a market for zombies rampant due to laboratory virus leaks, environmental damage, etc..."

Yang Xiuyuan was still analyzing the advantages and disadvantages of the film, while Lin Chuchen sat up from the bed.

Zombie movie?

"Why are you looking for me?" His tone was a little cold. He just woke up yesterday. Before that, he was an unknown and incompetent vase. The timing of this stall is very mysterious.

"Ah... It is said that an investor from Donggu is very optimistic about you and strongly recommends..." Yang Xiuyuan bit the accent on the words "Donggu" and "Investor", emphasizing it, but he didn't catch it There was no reaction over there, so I had to continue to say, "Do you want to try it? Can you accept it? Can your body take it? In fact, you still need to audition. Even if you don't shoot later, it's good to try it out and get acquainted... "

"Okay. I'll go."

If you don't follow up on the clues delivered to your door, wouldn't it be a disappointment to others' good intentions?