The enemy is catnip and I am a cat how to break [Entertainment circle]

Yuan Fang was not joking when he said that his bones were broken.He fell so hard that his tailbone was injured a bit. After that, he walked awkwardly for several days, and even took public transportation to bear the humiliation and sat in the special seat for the elderly, weak, sick, disabled and pregnant.

When he got to the studio, the staff surrounded him with fuss: "Brother Yuan, what's wrong?"

"What's the matter?—what's the matter with you?"

"Or hemorrhoids burst?"

...isn't that good!

The few who knew about his relationship with Fang Yuandao would look at Fang Yuandao with more meaningful eyes, and even come to pat him on the shoulder.

"I can't see it, I'm so talented."

"I really admire you..."

... No need, okay!

Yuan Fang could hardly communicate with this group of people.He reluctantly sat down on the seat, Fang Yuandao put a soft cushion under his body, and finally sat on it more comfortably.The parrot in the back didn't know what it had learned in the past two days, and now it was babbling as if it was singing an opera. Yuan Fang felt a headache when he heard it, so he waved his hand and had his mouth tied again.

The colleague was still giggling: "Brother Yuan is really too unrestrained, he made himself like this so quickly, then if there is a wedding, why can't he be unable to get out of bed for a week?"

Before he could answer, Fang Yuandao said calmly, "Are you all busy?"

The few chatterers disappeared in an instant.Yuan Fang thought about it, but suddenly lost his temper.

"Thinking about it, it's really sad," he said, "This group of people still don't know the news that Si Jing is going to do something big."

If he really got it out, at least within three months, the studio will not be idle.

Maybe, everyone will stay and work overtime this weekend.

After thinking about it like this, Yuan Fang couldn't help sighing: "At the same time, Tianya has become a man."

Why bother to tear each other down?

Anyway, they are all a group of hard-working boys who clean up the mess for Si Jing.

He sat on the chair and flicked his phone fearfully, for fear that the news that Si Jing had come out of the closet would be revealed by accident.But there is no explosive news after repeated rounds. Occasionally, one of them is a local hotspot. Veterans of World War II collectively worship Buddha and pray for blessings.The hair of a group of old people in the picture is already gray, and they are still wearing the military uniforms of the year, some of which have been washed and shrunk, and are tightly attached to the body, but for some reason, even though they are stooped, they still look tall and straight.

Not long after the National Day, such news is quite eye-catching, and several concerned reporters have gone to interview it.Yuan Fang glanced briefly, and said: "It's not easy for them. At such an age, they really worship one temple after another?——What kind of blessing is this praying for? It won't be the same as the ancestor at home. , pray for world peace?"

Fang Yuandao peeled an orange and stuffed it into his mouth, silent.

Yuan Fang thought about it, and found it funny.

"That's right, everyone is like Si Jing, who always regards world peace as a dream. ——It's really interesting."

-

It's funny that the journalists at the magazine felt the same way.

He was holding the question paper, and the people sitting across from him were the oldest people he had ever interviewed. Some of them were over 90 years old, and they were about to turn [-] years old. Their exposed skin was old and wrinkled. Baba, like dried orange peel.

It is a rare thing for people with half of their feet buried in the loess to suddenly worship Buddha together and pray for blessings.

What's more, it is even more conspicuous to wear a military uniform with a military medal.

If you are young, you may be suspected of ideological problems at this time, and there are still religious beliefs; but this group of people is old and has been discharged from the army long ago, and all walks of life just turn a blind eye and close one eye, not too deep into it. .

Just unavoidably curious.

What kind of wish is it that makes them work so hard?

"Where have you all been?"

The headed old man counted with his fingers, "Temples. Local ones, out-of-town ones, large and small, counting down, I went to about 23 temples."

"23!" The host was speechless, "Do you have any obsessions?"

"No." The old man shook his head and explained, "I just want to pray for my comrades."

He spread out a stack of papers in his hand.There are many names on it, densely packed. The old man pointed to those words and explained: "The ones marked with black checkmarks are no longer there. The ones marked with red checkmarks have already signed their names on the autograph book... "

The host flipped through it, and there were already dozens of signed names on it.He sighed, "It's really not easy. You all went up the mountain on foot, can your body bear it?"

"It's nothing," the old man said calmly, with his back straight, "You have to try."

There is the last scene in the movie "Chaotic Clouds". The young man who has completed his revenge steps into the forest, but stretches out a hand to tightly cover his chest, his whole body twitching slightly in pain.

That is God's punishment.

The veterans all saw it, and suddenly understood something.In the back the little granddaughter murmurs again

When it comes to why Si Jing has to take a vacation in spring, this seems to further verify their almost absurd conjecture——

It was Si Jing.From the beginning to the end, it is Sijing.

But what can they do?

After all, they are just a group of mortals.Apart from learning to vote from the younger generation at home, they also wanted to find other ways.

This is how the idea of ​​worshiping Buddha and praying for blessings arises.A few people pooled their funds and lit a total of 23 everlasting lamps, all of which were lit in every temple.The candles are not extinguished all year round, burning faintly in the glass cover, and there are nuns and monks staring at them every day at any time, for fear that their sparks will be small at 01:30.

What if there is a Buddha who is willing to bless Si Jing? ...they can never give up.

Most temples built on mountains have direct cable cars.After such a long visit, they have never even taken a cable car. The steps that go up one after another are simply relying on them to step up one by one, and then they have reached their current position.

"This is the only way to be sincere," the leader of the veterans concluded. "We must let the Buddha see our sincerity."

He moved his lips and smiled.

The host asked: "Is the body okay?"

After all, as he was getting older and was approaching the end of his life, it was obviously not suitable for him to do such a thing again.Both children and girlfriends are following along to persuade them to get rid of this idea as soon as possible and take good care of their health. Otherwise, if there are any accidents on the way up the mountain, who will be responsible?

The old man who had no choice but to be persuaded was quite stubborn, and he followed up with the words without saying a word, and did not give his family a chance to persuade him again.

"I am in charge."

His son and daughter-in-law were all anxious, "Dad! This is no joke!"

"I'm not joking either." The old man looked upright, checked his appearance in front of the mirror again, and removed a small sticky hair next to the wrinkles, "If I don't do this, it's impossible for me Peace of mind. You won’t rest in peace even if you die.”

No one can stop them, so they have to follow them.Just such a few old men in their dying years actually climbed quite a few mountains, supporting each other and struggling to survive.

Seriously, it's not easy.Such absurd and even inconceivable things, they can only use the same absurd method to solve it, but whether it will work or not, they don't have the slightest confidence in their hearts.

Buddhas, Daos, Bodhisattvas of all walks of life, all real people, these days, they have all been made wishes over and over again.Many tourists just find it funny, and no one knows what kind of expectations they have in their hearts.

"Why is this, a group of old grandpas?"

"Could it be a show?"

The veterans ignored him, just took out a piece of paper from their pockets, tremblingly drew a tick under that line.

"Have you brought anything?"

"Hey, I brought it."

So the notebooks with many names were also taken out, and after obtaining the consent of the staff in the courtyard, they were all burned and sprinkled into the incense pile.

There were countless names on it, some Si Jing knew and some Si Jing didn't know.Veterans did not mention his name when signatures were collected.They only said that it was to pray for that person.

which one?

It was the one who saved many people in the first place.

Si Jing was a hero back then, and there are still small villages that enshrine his statue and treat him like a god; so although he doesn't know his name, I heard that he was the one who refused to accept the reward and left, There are still many who signed their names without hesitation.

Among them, there are children who were rescued by Si Jing and have now become grandmothers; there are girls who were almost bullied, and now they have grandchildren, and the family is happy.

Some have witnessed it with their own eyes, and some have only heard it.

But knowing that they were praying for the unsung heroes, they still put pen to paper.

The name of that era is actually not very nice.Rustic and easy to repeat, names like "Chunli" and "Guoqiang" appear many times, and there are several at the same time on a piece of paper.

However, behind these names are all real people who really stand behind Si Jing.

After being ignited, the burnt ashes were carefully gathered into a pile, held by the veterans, and sprinkled little by little into the pile of incense ash in front of the Bodhisattva.

"One last time?"

"Say it again."

So they knelt down in front of the statue and bowed three times earnestly.

"If the Bodhisattva is really here, please bless Si Jing."

"He's a hero—not a sinner."

If there is really a way of heaven in this world...

Please also listen to our voice.

"This is the last one." The old man got up and said in a low voice, "We basically visited all the famous temples, and there is nothing left."

The team fell into a long silence.After a long time, another person said hoarsely: "Will it work?"

"If not, let's think of another way—" the old man shook his head, "We are all a bunch of old bones that are about to sink into the ground...but the kid still has many, many years left."

There is no way to give up, and there is absolutely no way to just give up.

They walked out supporting each other, tremblingly supporting a wall.

"Let's go?"

"Well, let's go."

No one noticed that in the empty temple, a golden light flashed in the eyes of the statue, with a light of compassion.

-

When the "click" sounded, Si Jing was sitting cross-legged on the sofa at home and forwarding Weibo.Although it is a serious cat of African descent, African cats also have dignity. Even the black-faced ones will never give up. Shoes or mobile phones, even the lipstick used by girls, Si Jing reposted it a few times in disbelief.

Although until now, it still stays on the record that Bai Hongli helped him draw...

Boss Si squinted his eyes, rubbed his hands, and then placed it on the forwarding interface again.

Click.

The sound sounded at this moment, as if something made of iron broke.Si Jing immediately raised his head vigilantly, his hairy ears pricked up, and looked around, "What's going on?"

The surroundings were quiet, only Erhei exhaled a ball of passionate air at him on the carpet, and rushed up to lick his fur tail.

Si Jing raised his tail with its wet tip high, suspicious: "What did you knock off?"

Erhei couldn't understand, he was panting.Si Jing frowned and searched the ground for a long time, but he didn't see any dropped items, "Damn it."

He muttered something, still slumped on the sofa without any image, his tail curled up like a rice dumpling, "This movement..."

There was a soft sound outside the door, and Kan Ze had already entered, followed by Yanshou and Jiaolong's old father who came to the house to have a meal together, and the fox was silent at the end, wearing a pair of loose trousers uncharacteristically.Jiaolong regards this place as his own home, changed his shoes familiarly, and walked into the kitchen to wash vegetables spontaneously. The beasts were much more lively, and the rabbit ears popped out as soon as he came in, jumping up and down to ask his boss Jing's cat to crawl shelf.

Si Shiran straightened his legs from the sofa and gave him a majestic look.

"Hi!" The beast greeted him enthusiastically, "Your legs are still so long today!"

...die.

The fox was unexpectedly silent today, sitting beside Si Jing with a cold and beautiful face, without saying a word.Seeing his obviously unusual outfit, Si Jing raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Why?"

The fox rested his chin, feeling unprecedentedly melancholy.

The beast smiled, "Yesterday someone praised him for being manly..."

——That is to say, foxes are special mothers.

"It was too sincere, and it annoyed him."

Gee.

and then?

"So, he wants to prove his masculinity." The beast pointed to the kitchen, "He found the one inside, and pulled the most masculine part of himself..."

Did you pull it? !

The boss asked: "What's the result?"

The fox's face was tense, and he gritted his teeth: "I can tie a bow tie underneath now."

And the most important thing is, "Why can he only grow longer, but can't change back?!"

Even recovery is impossible, so I had to wear a shoelace for a day. Do you know how difficult it is to go to the bathroom and turn on the water?

Just like water passing through a faucet, the pipe is too long, and it takes several seconds for the light to come out!

Si Jing: "..."

After all, that kind of place is not easy to push, and I can't blame his old father.

November is exactly the season when crab paste is at its peak.Kan Ze is busy in the kitchen. A few stems and leaves tightly bind the crabs to wash under the faucet. green leaves.Jiaolong couldn't help him for a long time inside, so he had to show his old father-in-law's score and gave instructions. Shi Shiran came out again and watched cartoons on Si Jing's computer.Peppa Pig has almost chased after him. He has started to watch bears come and go in the past few days, and he keeps patting his thighs happily.

His demon power is strong, and the dragon's coercion is also strong, which is completely different from Kan Ze, a gentle grass plant, and the whole room trembles when he laughs.The evil beast yelled from the side, "Put harder, harder, the ground won't crack anyway!"

The house was busier than ever, and the heat in the kitchen was curling up.Something kept touching his feet.Si Jing lowered his head, only to realize that it was a stem and leaf that came over at some point, and now the leaf was hanging down, with a shy look, slowly wrapping around his ankle.

When he touched it, the leaves trembled and drooped even more like a little daughter-in-law.

Kan Ze, who was busy in the kitchen, didn't seem to know anything, and didn't even notice that one of them was not working, so he went to pet the cats without permission - but the other stems and leaves soon noticed.After a while, two thicker stems and leaves came over, pulled its leaves majestically and slapped the leaves three times.

We are all working, who allows you to slow down?

Are cats something you can masturbate if you want?

Still acting like a baby!Do not shake the leaves!

Si Jing lazily leaned against the sofa, and stretched out his fingers to touch it.The stems and leaves quickly forgot about the disobedient petting the cat in private, and they scrambled to get closer to him, holding up the leaves to show him their hearts, Si Jing touched this one and that one, and couldn't help but bend the corners of his eyes .

Crouching on the top of his five-story cat villa, the beast suddenly shrank his eyes as if he saw something.

"...Hey, kitten."

"Huh?" Si Jing was still touching the leaves, he frowned reflexively, and corrected, "Call me Si Jing."

Who is kitty?

The cat world boss understands, thank you.

If you call it that, you will be let out by my little brothers.

"Then Sijing," said the beast, still looking straight at him with blue eyes, fixed on his ankles, "the situation has changed."

Si Jing was taken aback, and Kan Ze also walked out of the kitchen.

"what's the situation?"

"The shackles still exist," the black beast said, "From now on, you will never have freedom again."

"..."

Kan Ze's breathing suddenly paused.

"That is to say—"

The shackles had broken in two and disappeared completely.Si Jing followed his gaze and slowly looked at his ankle, and suddenly remembered the sudden "click" sound just now.

Is that the sound of the shackles breaking?

His fingertips trembled slightly.

It has been many years.It has been a long time since Si Jing, who was carrying a knife and dripping blood, till now.

But these long days seem to have found meaning now.

This land opened its arms again to accommodate him.He is no longer a punished stranger, but a recognized owner.

Kan Ze, who picked him up at this moment, turned around, thinking it was a new interactive game, Erhei followed his tail with a bark; The electrical appliances in the room were trembling, and the fox forgot his shoelaces and stood up, his eyes shining——

He seemed to be the kitten that was abandoned back then.He staggered and dragged his wet body in the rain for a long time.

Spring goes and autumn comes, summer goes and winter comes back——

Si Jing buried his head in the bosom of the catnip grass.

Finally let him find it.

This time, he knew clearly that he would never be left behind.

"Little flower?"

"……Um."

Kan Ze hugged him even tighter, as if he was about to be embedded in his blood, "Welcome home."

"..."

Tsk, it's so hypocritical, it's not at all like what a boss like him should answer.

Si Jing drooped his hairy ears.

"I--"

"I'm back."

My home.

-

Fans who are familiar with Kan Ze know that being a fan of this idol is basically equivalent to acquiescing that he often disappears on Weibo.

Basically, they are missing persons all the year round, because they have not posted on Weibo for too long, and sometimes they even lose their rank.

The latest Weibo still maintains the crew promotion that was reposted when "Chaos Cloud" was released.Fans who don't believe in evil have to swipe dozens of times a day, trying to catch up with Kan Ze's new one.

Routine swiping before going to work, hey, why did a lucky draw pop up!

Immediately, a large number of fans rushed over, watching this new Weibo again and again.

The content is very simple, "Comment on this Weibo, and one person will be selected by lottery to be rewarded with endless dried fish and a mysterious prize, and the prize will be drawn at [-] o'clock in the evening."

Fans were so scared that they immediately reconfirmed the Weibo name.

Kan is Kan Ze's Kan, that's right.

Ze is also Kan Ze's Ze, neither Ze nor Duo...

There is even a V representing identity at the back.

……

That's right.

it is true!

A large number of fans rushed into the comment area immediately!

It doesn't matter why it's the dried fish, what matters is that this is the prize drawn by Kan Ze himself!The idol draws, if anyone can draw this, it will be three lives lucky to smoke from the ancestral grave, maybe the mysterious prize was handed over by Kan Ze himself!

What else is there to say? ——I am also happy to spend all my luck on it!

Click on the comment area, and there is already a comment in it, which belongs to Si Jing.

The content of the comment is quite simple and rude, with only one word, "pump!"

Most of the fans knew about Si Jing's African attributes, felt that he was not a threat, did not take it seriously at all, and were gearing up to line up at the bottom.

Get rid of the black-faced Si Jing, and see who among us will be the chosen one——

huh?

They clicked and clicked in disbelief.What the hell, can't comment?

What is "you are not allowed to comment"?

This is a ghost prize?

A group of fans stared wide-eyed and nodded again and again in disbelief.Re-logging, restarting, account cancellation, all to no avail.

Until eight o'clock in the evening, there was still only Si Jing's comment hanging alone in the comment area.

"..."

Is this called a lottery?

You look into my pure eyes and tell me it's a lottery? ?

This is a shady scene, why don't you give it to him directly?

Just at this time, Si Jing, who had been busy for a day, received an unprecedented notification of winning the lottery. Knowing nothing, he happily posted on Weibo.

"I won the lottery. It's amazing. It seems that my luck has improved."

……

Amazing, amazing - where the fuck is the torch!Just burn this pair of dog and boy who show affection! ! !