bereavement

"Live broadcast? True or false?"

"Why didn't you show your face, is it the original singer himself?"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa finally came out to speak!!"

"I heard you plagiarized your song?"

"Brother, please say something!! Ahhh, I'm so fucking excited that I split in the air!!"

"Get out if you don't like it, don't send it out to scare people."

"That's it? Is there anyone who praises this broken song?"

"Is my brother really being taken care of by rich people...Emmmm, although it is understandable, it is still not acceptable."

The live broadcast channel of the radio station was just opened, and a huge barrage burst out on the screen, the number of listeners soared, and the server got stuck once because of too many people.

The two radio hosts were active, and Xie Qin glanced at the number of listeners, and immediately pressed mute.

"Say three things, and I'll get out."

Xie Qin's tone was lazy and not very polite, and he directly omitted the procedure of greeting.

"One," he paused: "Huazhou CEO Jiang Yanyu, my adoptive father, no child lover, no sexual relationship, I am not the heir."

"Second, Jiang Yanyu and I have severed ties, don't bother his old man."

"Three, almost all of the things picked up on the Internet are true. I am what you see."

"Don't imitate minors, it's gone."

Xie Qin added a sentence, lifting the ban and shutting down the microphone.

The barrage burst out in an instant, covering the sky and covering the sky, and the background image was blocked so that even a crack could not be seen.

"Damn it, does this voice really exist!! It's actually the real person!!"

"Show your face, do you dare to turn on the camera, what's so awesome about hiding behind the screen."

"Is my brother 19 years old? Is he working while studying or has dropped out of school?"

"We broke up, and he admitted that those melons are real. He ran away from home, smoked, drank, fought, raced, bullied his classmates, and stole into the detention center. Do you dare to follow such corrupt social scum?"

"Brother can smoke."

"At what age did brother start smoking? I like your voice so much that you are so powerful as a boyfriend!!"

"Stop talking, as soon as you open your mouth, my child will fly out of your ears."

Xie Qin looked at the screen full of ahhhhh, for a moment he couldn't understand why they were so excited, let alone why there were still people paying attention and swiping gifts.

Is it because he, a villain, is not a beast enough? A whole basket of black history has not been able to scare these little girls away.

Before the phone was hung up, the people on the radio station kept urging Xie Qin, asking him to turn on the microphone to say a few words and interact with the audience. Today's gift income is [-]% to him.

The two host brothers couldn't control the scene, they were a little anxious, and secretly poked and urged him several times.

A listener swiped 3000 yuan worth of gifts in a row, and there was no sign of stopping.

Xie Qin was afraid that this was some kind of brat who was swiping his parents’ card for impulsive consumption, so he immediately turned on the microphone and said:

"Don't give gifts."

Another piece of barrage exploded. This sentence not only failed to stop it, but also caused a wave of gifts to refresh the screen in an instant.

Xie Qin was a little anxious: "I don't have a contract, I can't get the money, what are you giving?"

The audience seemed to be fighting against him, and they gave it more vigorously. Xie Qin saw someone brushing ten rockets, and Nima's 2 yuan was like spending money for fun.

The radio hosts had never seen such a hero before, they were so excited that they just said "wow" and completely forgot to thank him.

The person on the phone yelled out anxiously, Xie Qin bit the bullet and said very reluctantly:

"Thank you Y3113913718 for the ten rockets."

He stared at the person's nickname and read it out number by number.

The audience didn't expect Xie Qin to be so sincere, and immediately had fun. They changed their nicknames to something fancy before giving gifts.Let Xie Qin utter all kinds of sand sculpture quotations with his sexy tobacco and alcohol voice.

"Thank you...thank you husband for giving me the rocket I want..." Xie Qin covered his face and sighed: "Don't give it away."

Half an hour later, he turned off the mic again, and this time he really left. Xie Qin quit the radio station to watch Weibo. There were many topics related to him on the hot search, but the first thing he saw was "Huazhou stock plummeted." ".

Be it an adopted son or a child lover, Jiang Yanyu was eventually involved.

How important is image and reputation to a company? Once a high-level CEO is entangled in negative news, he will not only lose face, but the most important thing is the stock, approval rating, and even the future.

There is no one who is completely black and white in this turmoil. Jiang Yanyu is a victim on the one hand, but on the other hand, he is also the perpetrator.Such things as nurturing and controlling the freedom of others do exist.

The person who caused Jiang Yanyu to be pushed to the forefront was Xie Qin, he would definitely admit his mistakes, that's why he lied on the radio, tried his best to push Jiang Yanyu out of the quagmire, and cleared his relationship with himself.

Too many things happened today, Xie Qin was tired, he went home and went to bed without doing anything else.

The hot search hung up all night, and the popularity began to drop slowly the next morning. Xie Qin's clarification diverted part of the artillery fire against Jiang Yanyu, and Huazhou officials did not come forward to respond.

After a carnival, netizens went back to their homes to find their mothers, but only a small number of people were still paying attention, either Xie Qin's fans or Huazhou's competitors.

Xie Qin overslept for the second time, and he was still alone in the room when he woke up. Feng Liguang hadn’t come home for two days, maybe he had saved enough money to go to the next city. Xie Qin didn’t think much, changed his clothes and went to work.

The bar was full of people again today, and the supervisor was very enthusiastic. The speaker was playing Xie Qin's "Degenerate", and the big screen was showing Xie Qin's photo, and there was a special discount for Xie Qin's fans.

The black sweater that has remained unchanged for thousands of years is too easy to recognize. Xie Qin wore a dark blue denim jacket, a black peaked cap and a black mask, and walked out of the circle surrounded by a group of fans staying at the door.

The little girls didn't recognize him at all.

The photos of Xie Qin posted on the Internet are all in suits, not a single life photo, they have never even seen him in real life, let alone know what he looks like in private clothes, it is normal not to recognize him.

As soon as Xie Qin entered the bar, the supervisor pulled him to the corner and whispered: "You don't need to change clothes, I hired a temporary female bartender to take your place, and you just go to the stage and sing with them."

"I won't." Xie Qin said, calling him a chicken thief in his heart.

"Can't sing? Oh, your name is rap, right? Go up and rap your original song."

The supervisor patted him on the shoulder, "Xie Qin, work hard, your salary will increase a lot this month."

Xie Qin squinted at him, understood his hint, turned around and walked towards the stage without saying anything, and went to fight for a job with the band.

There is a fixed resident band in the bar, and they have been singing here for several years. It is really aggrieved to let Xie Qin take the job all of a sudden, but all the girls in the audience are Xie Qin fans, and Xie Qin’s microphone is still there. Without taking it, they had already started screaming.

"Excuse me, this table belongs to me tonight." Xie Qin raised an eyebrow at the lead singer.

The latter nodded with a smile on his face, and walked down the stage with a stomach full of reluctance.

While Xie Qin was testing the sound of the microphone, someone suddenly yelled at him: "Are you a fan!"

The audience burst into laughter, Xie Qin was expressionless, and glanced at the woman who called out.

Good guy.

Flower arm nose studs, European and American heavy makeup, dyed a pipe blue, and a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Sure enough, it's not a serious person to like him, except for ignorant underage girls, who are this kind of [-]th-line rebellious internet celebrity.

"The flower arm is good." Xie Qin gave her a thumbs up.

"Brother, you grass fan, I can still tattoo your name on my chest!"

"Tsk."

Xie Qin turned back to the backstage and waved his hand, indicating that the accompaniment could be played. He breathed into the microphone and announced the song title: "Dead Boy by BONES."

"Degenerate" is a cappella, which needs to enter the emotion to infect the audience, and Xie Qin wanted to stay at the end.

The audience first applauded and cheered, and then fell silent.

When the prelude sounded, Xie Qin said "I'm just ad ad boy" and he immediately brought the surroundings into depression and gloom.

This is not selling grief.

It's just a group of people who have been suppressed by life and died countless times at night. They escaped from reality for a short time, hid in songs, and vented their repressed negative emotions in empathy.

Spreading negative energy is an extremely unlucky and hypocritical behavior for others, so if you can't tell the people around you, then tell it to yourself, to the same kind, and to the song.

Maybe some of them are mourning, maybe some are really sad.

In fact, too many underage children nowadays cannot distinguish between depression and depression. "Mourning culture" is a cool thing for them, and they will look like a special person with a story.

They don't understand how painful the side effects of antidepressants can be.

When "depression" becomes a common disease like "cold", those who suffer the most are those patients who are really dying in the abyss of depression.

How ridiculous, they are desperately trying to survive in the dark, but others are ruining the light they dream of.

A little boy in the audience stared at Xie Qin, tears slipping silently from the corners of his eyes to his chin.

He stood until the end of the bar, and when he saw that Xie Qin was about to leave, he still couldn't help running over and bumping into his arms, crying loudly.

"It's loose." Xie Qin said indifferently, looking down at his waist being hugged.

He remembered that this little kid who hadn't been weaned hadn't been to the bar for a long time, and he didn't know what kind of demon he came here again today.