Small tear bag [entertainment circle]

That year, he came to this city to study at university. He Zhili has never returned to his hometown since graduation.

Parents seem to be in harmony with each other, and each has an affair. He has seen the indifference and ridicule of relatives and neighbors since he was a child, and gossip is commonplace.He has no close friends, no teacher's attention, even the school bully ignores him strangely, growing up like an invisible person.

He Zhili originally thought that such a situation would end the day he came to study abroad.But the reality has never been as easy as people wish. He has a mediocre appearance and negative social skills.He could only repeat his invisible life, and passed four years with no one caring about him.

By the time he graduated, his fear of communicating with people was even more serious, and he was unwilling to apply for a job in any company, and lived in a small rented apartment by writing advertisements and soft articles to make a living.

He didn't step out of the house for a whole year, and he was so quiet that the landlord was suspicious. He came to check if the lonely tenant died in the house.

He Zhili did think so.

The world doesn't seem to want to acknowledge his existence.A person like him who is inferior, cowardly, and hideously cowering should not be recognized in the first place, so what does it matter if he is alive?

He is a piece of trash that even netizens can't hand over.I can't remember how long it has been since I haven't communicated with people normally, so that the moment I saw the landlord, even the swearing and swearing that I didn't hide my disgust felt very human - at least the disgust was cast on him.

Perhaps his reaction was too weird, the landlord said "it's unlucky" and turned away without looking back, taking away the last trace of real emotion around him.

As if cut off from the whole world.

Despair was absent for a moment, and it re-enveloped my heart.Back in the cramped rental house again, he searched the room for tools that would allow him to leave this world.

There are no beams to hang from, and no tools to burn charcoal.If he wanted to know himself without leaving home, he could only find a fruit knife that he had never used since he bought it home, and stroked it on his wrist.

When the cold blade really stuck to his skin, he was so excited by the fear in his heart that his hands kept shaking, and he accidentally broke a layer of skin.The moment he felt the pain, the fruit knife fell to the ground.

He knelt down on the messy floor, scorning himself for being so weak at all times.

The TV is always on, playing boring idol dramas and garbage commercials.He was lying on the cold floor, hating those glamorous pictures, but he couldn't restrain his inner longing.

——The life that is pursued by others and full of flowers.

Until the TV screen entered an entertainment interview, the invited guests appeared in front of the camera under the warm invitation of the host, with bright and light voices.

"Hi, how are you doing today?"

It sucks.

He replied silently in his heart.

But that clear and clear voice continued smoothly, no matter what questions the host asked, no matter how he sang the opposite tune in his heart, it always had a melodious rhythm like singing.

His sight regained focus.The first time he got to know this world again, he saw clearly that face that was too superior.

He is a person who can attract attention only by his face.

It was a life he could not imagine in his dreams.

He Zhili struggled to get up from the floor and approached the TV.I should feel jealous, jealous of this life that I will never get, but I don't know why I lose my mind about his smile.

At the end of the show, on the enlarged screen, he introduced himself to the camera again.

"I am Cen Yi of eureka."

Cen Yi.

He Zhili remembered the name.

As if wanting to create his only nostalgia for this world, he frantically searched for the name.He doesn't care about Eureka, and only greedily absorbs all the information about Cen Yi.His stage, his variety show, his every shooting and interview.Even his personal itinerary.

Chasing the itinerary takes a lot of energy and money.He Zhili's monthly income is barely enough to survive, and he can only secretly envy other fans to pick him up at the airport and get the opportunity to interact with him and take photos.In countless late nights, I swiped his photos and videos over and over again.

This is a wonderful Omega, as dreamy and beautiful as a blue rose.Almost unreal, unheard of in his shitty life.

But he exists so vividly, exists in the same world as him, which makes his life have some meaning.

He Zhili intercepted his voice alone and played it day and night in the rental house.Conversing with him is like being with him close at hand.

"The weather is nice today, do you miss me?"

have.available everyday.

"Good evening, everyone~ Did you have a good meal today?"

have.I ate the takeaway that I usually order.

"I hope everyone can continue to support us~ I love you all."

I love you too.

So kind, sincere and beautiful.Is it an angel?

Is his only love.

He Zhili suddenly didn't want to die so much, at least he shouldn't die like this.

He believed that he was the most thoughtful person in the world.If he died like this, Cen Yi knew that he would feel sorry for him.

He believes that he should convey this love.

If he was with Cen Yi, he would become such a beautiful person, right?in the same world.

He spent all his savings to exchange tickets for a meeting.Bring the beautiful blue rose and hide the fruit knife.

Cen Yi would not refuse him.

He is an idol, how could he refuse the love of a fan?Just in case.

Even in case, at least they should be in the same world.

The corridors of the hospital were full of people, moving in a chaotic manner.

Outside the VIP ward, Ning Ruqing's face was serious, and she was faintly unable to suppress her anger.The voice that connected the phone was full of gnashing of teeth, "Where are you? I'll send someone down to the outpatient desk to pick you up."

"I have arrived."

We had only messed around together the night before, and Shen Wenji didn't expect that he would make this trip again so soon.Hearing from the manager that Cen Yi was injured, he thought it was another bump, and felt a little helpless, "I'm downstairs, wait for the elevator."

He was still on the phone with someone on the way here.Now switch to both ends, switch back to the original route, and Yan Fan continued: "Meng Lan doesn't seem to have left the country yet."

"According to his way of life, Wanguan's family wealth will be squandered. In the end, everyone will be sucked up by selling and raising, and the situation will get deeper and deeper. We will keep an eye on him, and wait for the time to find an opportunity to report him. Go to the bureau and eat in prison."

Shen Wenji responded, not too worried about how they would deal with Meng Lan, but said, "I'll tell Sister Man when it's resolved, otherwise she might be impulsive."

He almost led Nan Huo to the wrong path of taking drugs. Knowing that he was depressed, he tricked him into signing up for insurance to make a fortune. The person who hates Meng Lan the most in this world is probably Zhao Man.

"Of course, Qin Xiao and I will pay attention to it. Just don't tell me you missed it."

"know."

Shen Wenji stood outside the ward and hung up the phone.

The last few sentences Ning Ruqing listened to the general idea, knew the previous situation, and quickly figured out the situation, "Have you found Meng Lan?"

"Well, let's not talk about that first."

Shen Wenji asked, "How is Cen Yi?"

"More than 20 stitches." She glanced at the door of the ward. "The anesthesia has not passed, and I fell asleep inside."

"..." Shen Wenji was stunned.

What kind of wrestling can break himself like this.

"The only thing to be thankful for is that it was not hurt on the face." Ning Ruqing said, "I saw that the small needle and thread are very precise, and it should not leave too obvious scars. In the future, when I leave the country, I will apply a layer of foundation or directly Just cover it with your sleeves..."

Shen Wenji interrupted her chatter about how Cen Yi would be affected in the future, and asked the key question, "Why did you get hurt so badly?"

"Crazy? That's not it!"

"..."

"I'm not talking about you." Ning Ruqing wanted to get angry as soon as he mentioned this, suppressing his temper in public places, "I didn't come to the meeting today because I had other things to do. At the end of the meeting, a crazy fan hid a knife. Take that fruit knife and cut him."

"The intentional reaction is pretty fast. I raised my arm to block it, otherwise it might be my face. If this winter coat is thick, it can be padded. Who the hell would think of the short-sleeved clothes I wear today...don't go in!"

Shen Wenji's movement to push the door was interrupted.

Ning Ruqing stopped him and pulled him away, "I made people come out, and finally fell asleep."

"He was also worried that running an announcement tomorrow would affect his dancing, so he refused to take anesthesia. Oh my god, he won't be able to move his arm if he takes anesthesia or not, okay?"

"..."

Now is the promotion period for Eureka's new song.The response to the new song was very good this time, and everyone tried their best to use this opportunity to get rid of the curse of the draft group's debut, and Cen Yi was no exception.

However, if something like this happens, it is impossible for the stage not to be affected.

But just this time, a lot of hand gestures were put into the choreography as a highlight.But he couldn't move one arm, and couldn't complete many movements.Even if it is barely covered by the posture of the hand microphone, it is difficult to escape the eyes of the audience.It is very conspicuous for one person to move slowly in the originally uniform group dance, and the stunning visual effect of the whole dance will be discounted.

At that time, no matter what, there is no way to talk about "stage paddling".

The identity of the victim was special, and Ning Ruqing was notified immediately by the police. In order to control the spread of bad influence, the details of this accidental injury cannot be released to the public.As for the impact of suppressing the facts of the case itself on the victim itself, it is not within the scope of consideration of the case handling.

It was the first time that Ning Ruqing encountered such absurd thing after being an artist for so many years.

Shen Wenji reluctantly restrained his temper, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, and continued to ask, "Where's the man with the knife?"

"The police took her away." Ning Ruqing said, "I will deal with it later. Don't come forward, lest you cause new troubles."

Shen Wenji didn't say a word.After being silent for a while, he turned his head to look at her, with sharp eyes: "Then what do you want me to do?"

Just wait and do nothing?

"He didn't let me contact my family, for fear that his father would feel distressed when he saw him."

Ning Ruqing said, "I thought he might be willing to see you, so I called you over to accompany him first. You are an idler anyway."

"..."

The bell in the ward rang suddenly, and it was the patient who was ringing the bell.

There is no need to worry about it now.Ning Ruqing nodded and said, "Go in."

Shen Wenji responded.When he pushed the door open, he strayed over and asked in a low voice, "Won't my heart feel bad?"

Ning Ruqing was startled, when she wanted to look at him, she saw the back of him walking straight into the ward.

"I knew you were here."

In the ward, Cen Yi just woke up, adjusted the head of the bed, sat up and said with a smile, "I can hear you arguing with Sister Ning from inside."

"It's her who is arguing."

Shen Wenji closed the door and strode in, stood in front of the bed, frowned and looked at him, "How did you make it like this?"

"There was a surprise."

His face was still pale, he put one hand on his body and didn't dare to use force, the other hand was behind his back trying to move the pillow to a comfortable position.

Shen Wenji helped him adjust his posture, and saw him leaning lazily, lowering his eyes, but his tone was still as relaxed as usual chatting, "Did Sister Ning tell you what happened? It's okay, I understand. It's my job, there's no way , should have..."

"Cen Yi."

Shen Wenji interrupted him, saying word by word, "It does matter."

It's not something that "should" be yours.

It doesn't matter what job it is.

"Ah... that's right."

Cen Yi was dumb for a while, and then slowly laughed again.

He was finally willing to look up at the man who came for him.The tears on his face had long since dried up, but the corners of his eyes were still red.The tip of the nose is also red, as if hiding in the quilt and crying secretly.

When he spoke again, his voice was softer, and his coquettish tone was more like trying to reassure people, "I was scared to death... Actually, I didn't feel any pain, and I just came here out of fear. There were many people around, chattering around of."

Finally at this moment, he dared to reveal the unspeakable grievances that he dared not show in front of the camera.

"But now, it hurts a bit."

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