Don't raise green tea to attack the best actor as a stand-in

Song Ran stared at the mirror in front of her, her head still a little dizzy.

It was a dirty bathroom mirror, and there was a young man in his twenties in the mirror. He was completely naked, with distinct ribs on his thin chest, and faint blue veins on his slender neck. He was thin and thin. Terribly sick, looking very haggard.

Although haggard, but that face is very delicate, the lips are light and clean, the tails of the eyes are slightly drooping, the eyeballs are black, big and moist, showing a confused look, timid like a lost deer, with a timid look. Small and gentle, it happens to be Song Ran's favorite type.

"Who is this? It looks good..." Song Ran paused, and suddenly realized a serious problem, "Wait, can't you?"

He swallowed silently, stared closely at the mirror, and blinked tentatively.

Sure enough, the "he" in the mirror also blinked, Song Ran grinned, and the "he" in the mirror also grinned, Song Ran touched his face, and the "he" in the mirror also touched his face.

Song Ran was stunned: "How could this happen?!"

The delicate and gentle young man in the mirror is not himself at all!

"What's going on? What's wrong with me?" Song Ran had a splitting headache. He shook his drowsy head violently, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down and trying to recall the previous events.

Before...before he was in a car accident.

It rained heavily in the middle of the night, and the winding road of Lianhua Mountain was wet and slippery. When the huge eight-wheeled heavy truck was coming head-on, in order to protect Song Qingshuang, who was in the passenger seat, he chose to turn the steering wheel to the right and use his own side to go Meet the big truck crash.

With a loud bang of "Boom!!", the imported Hummer SUV he handpicked was like a paper toy, flipping lightly on the winding mountain road several times, and then fell into a valley. Lost consciousness in excruciating pain.

I don't know how long he had been in a coma. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in a cold bathtub with a headache as if he had been hungover for three days and three nights. His hands and feet were as soft as noodles. He had almost exhausted his milk. With a lot of energy, I climbed out of the bathtub, and saw a stranger in the bathroom mirror.

Looking at the thin and strange young man in the mirror, Song Ran only felt throbbing pain in his temples, this is not himself at all, what the hell is going on?

While rubbing his temples heavily, Song Ran looked at the small bathroom. The bathtub was full of cold water, seven or eight empty wine bottles were scattered beside the bathtub, and there was a puddle of unidentified vomit on the ground. There was an indescribable sour smell.

"Is this buddy dead drunk? I fucked him?" Song Ran murmured.

Things seemed to gradually become clear. This thin young man was a rotten alcoholic who died drunk alone in the bathtub, and Song Ran happened to be in a car accident and penetrated into his body.

Song Ran stayed for a long time, and finally reluctantly accepted this extremely absurd fact, with mixed feelings in his heart. In fact, when he turned the steering wheel to the right, he was already ready to die. Who knew that not only did he not die, but he was reborn I met a stranger... For a moment, his mood was extremely complicated, he didn't know whether it was sadness or joy, he just felt that God made a big joke on himself.

He looked at the emaciated young man in the mirror, and couldn't help sighing: "Dude, wine is indeed a good thing, but it's not the way to drink it. You passed away at such a young age, how sad your parents are!" .”

The young man in the mirror looked back at him, with a faint sadness remaining between his brows, as if he was not happy when he was alive.

Song Ran shook his head regretfully, and felt a little cold, so he picked up two dirty clothes that smelled of alcohol from the corner of the bathroom, put them on carelessly, then gently pushed the bathroom door open a crack, held his breath and walked towards the door. look out.

It was quiet outside, and there was no one there, Song Ran felt relieved, pushed the door and went out.

This is an old and shabby two-bedroom apartment, with a few dirty men's clothes scattered on the cheap fabric sofa, and a large stack of takeaway boxes on the coffee table. It looks like a bachelor's house.

Song Ran found an old and worn-out smartphone in the pile of clothes. After he unlocked it with his fingerprint, he looked at the calendar of the phone and couldn't help being slightly surprised—it's been more than half a year since the car accident, no wonder he felt cold just now , It turned out to be early winter.

He calmed down and opened the map on his mobile phone. The location was still in Jiangcheng, but the location was relatively remote, in a messy urban-rural junction.

So I am still in Jiangcheng, but more than half a year has passed, what happened to the car accident?Is he really dead? ...Where is Song Qingshuang, that little bastard?

Song Ran clicked on the mobile browser, hesitated for a while, and then slowly entered the two keywords "Song Ran/car accident" in the search bar, and then tapped Enter.

In an instant, overwhelming news popped up.

"The truck driver was overweight and went wrong on the Panshan Highway. The two vehicles rolled down the ravine at the same time. The truck driver died on the spot. The Song brothers were both sent to the hospital!"

"Song Ran is brain dead, Song Qingshuang's arm is broken!"

"The business genius Song Ran has become a vegetable, what is the future of the Song Empire?"

"Song Ran is in a coma, the shares of the Song Group plummeted by 43%, and many executives resigned at the same time!"

"Eight years ago, Song Ran tried his best to turn the tide. Eight years later, can Song Qingshuang save the Song Group again?"

Several media used Song Ran's famous cover photo of "Fortune" as a picture. The photo was taken by the famous American portrait photographer Joshua. Under his lens, the 28-year-old Song Ran is almost unbelievably handsome. Looking closely, a pair of amber light-colored eyes quietly stared at thousands of readers, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips, as if everything in the world was under control.

Many netizens left messages below: "Fuck, the real domineering president, young and handsome, what a pity!"

"What's the matter with this car accident? It can't be caused by a competitor, right?"

"He's so handsome, maybe he got involved in some bloody love triangle, where his rivals are jealous, and he kills a killer..."

"That's right, it's actually a vegetative state, it's just too much like a bloody Korean drama!"

"Is anyone in orthopedics? I heard from the gossip that Song Ran and Song Qingshuang are not brothers."

Seeing the extremely imaginative gossip of the melon-eating netizens, Song Ran couldn't help laughing, but his heavy heart was relieved a lot. Although he became a vegetable, he managed to save the life of that little bastard Song Qingshuang... etc. Now that I have become a vegetative, where is my vegetative body?In which hospital?

He hurriedly entered the three keywords "Song Ran/vegetative/hospital" in the search box, and after hitting enter, a popular video with more than one million likes popped up immediately - "Song Qingshuang went to Jiangcheng Hospital to visit the vegetative Song Ran, Swear to never let go of the real culprit behind the scenes".

"Swear to never let the real culprit behind the scenes go? He really has the face to say it." Song Ran sneered and clicked on the video.

The video camera was aimed at the gate of the International Department of Jiangcheng Hospital, and a tall young man came out. His face was like snow, his eyebrows were dark, and he was wearing a pure black cashmere long coat. His left arm was hung in front of his body by a snow-white bandage. Surrounded by several strong bodyguards.

A large number of reporters immediately gathered around, and the spotlights flashed brightly: "Mr. Song has come out!"

"Mr. Song, I'm a reporter from Jiangcheng Daily, can you answer a few questions for me?"

"Mr. Song, Mr. Song..."

Song Qingshuang was expressionless, and her snow-white face seemed to be covered with a thick layer of frost. The bodyguards with big arms pushed and shoved the dark reporters and escorted Song Qingshuang into a black car.

A skinny reporter broke through the siege like a loach, and the microphone in his hand went straight into the car window, almost poking at Song Qingshuang's beautiful snow-white face: "Mr. Song, I am a reporter from Jiangcheng Online, please answer my question." Question, do you have any inside information about the car accident? Is Mr. Song really not going to wake up?"

Song Qingshuang suddenly raised her head.

His gaze was terrifying, like some kind of man-eating beast, the reporter took a step back involuntarily, and even his voice stuttered: "Xiao, Mr. Song..."

Song Qingshuang said coldly: "Enough."

The noisy hospital entrance gradually quieted down, and everyone held their breath, staring closely at the new head of the Song Group.

"I will never let the real culprit behind the scenes go." Song Qingshuang closed her eyes and said softly, "Brother...he will definitely wake up too."

The video ends here, and the final freeze frame is Song Qingshuang's snow-white face, with a funny triangle symbol "replay" on his nose.

"Never let the real culprit behind the scenes go? Hahaha." Song Ran couldn't help but laugh out loud.

What happened to the "accidental car accident" at Lianhua Mountain, what kind of farce happened to the Song family in those days, why did she drive up the mountain in the middle of the night in the rainstorm... Don't Song Qingshuang not know all of this?It's just that Song Qingshuang was too young and impatient, and couldn't control the situation at all. In the end, he accidentally involved himself, leading to such tragic consequences.

At that time, his SUV rolled down the winding mountain road and got stuck in a mountain depression halfway up the mountain. He was dizzy and dizzy. Song Qingshuang, who was firmly protected by him, seemed to have been petrified.

"Cough cough, Song Qingshuang, are you fucking crazy?! Cough cough cough... I'm not born to Uncle and Aunt Song Bai. Sooner or later, the Song Group will belong to you. What the hell are you in a hurry for? I really want to beat you to death ..." Song Ran's chest surged with anger, and he almost couldn't choose what to say, but before he could finish speaking, a hot bloody smell suddenly rushed into his throat.

Song Qingshuang has an extremely serious obsession with cleanliness, and it would be disgusting for a long time to touch other people's sweat. If it was in the past, Song Ran would probably hold back this old blood, but now, he is staring at Song Qingshuang's pale face that has faded from all blood , but suddenly didn't want to bear it anymore, deliberately "wow", vomited the blood all over Song Qingshuang's head and face.

Song Qingshuang seemed to be stunned, her pitch-black eyes widened, staring at Song Ran in a daze.

Seeing his appearance, Song Ran felt a bad feeling in his chest. He had long been displeased with Song Qingshuang's pretentious cleanliness, and now he might be dying, so he would simply disgust this kid once before he died.

Song Qingshuang's lips trembled violently: "Big brother..."

brother?Fuck you, this little bastard used to say "Song Ran", but now that I'm about to die, have I learned to call him "Big Brother"?To be honest, if it wasn't for repaying Uncle Song and Aunt Bai, why would I rush to be your big brother?Do you think being your big brother is a good job?White-eyed wolf.

"Song Qingshuang, you're just fucking white..." Song Ran paused, but he still didn't say anything, and then his eyes suddenly went dark, and he fell into the boundless darkness.

After waking up, more than half a year has passed, and he was reborn as another person, and he was still watching Song Qingshuang's pretentious video on his mobile phone.

"Ha." Song Ran chuckled, threw the phone aside casually, then leaned back on the sofa, staring at the yellowed ceiling in a daze.

In Lianhuashan, he set up a trap for himself. After the car accident, he pretended to go to the hospital to visit him, and even pretended to be in front of the media, vowing to find the real culprit behind the scenes... Thinking about it, Song Ran felt a faint pain in his chest Chill, and a sense of emptiness.

Before he realized it, Song Qingshuang had grown from an arrogant and childish boy to a cold and deep young man. Perhaps, he could really take on the burden of the Song Group.

That's fine, that's all right, I'm considered retired, and I'm worthy of the spirits of Uncle Song and Aunt Bai.

He was a happy-go-lucky person, and he didn't have much ambition. When he was a child in the orphanage, his biggest wish was to open a comic book store and sell fried chicken cutlets and milk tea by the way.

Until that summer, with a gentle smile, Aunt Bai put her dirty and rough hands together with Song Qingshuang's chubby snow-white hands: "From today on, I will be Shuang'er's brother, Shuang'er wants to listen However, brother's words."

Song Qingshuang said in a milky voice, "Brother Ranran."

After many years passed, they all grew up. After Uncle Song and Aunt Bai passed away unexpectedly, he tried his best to take over the precarious Song Group. It took eight years to develop the Song Group into a business spanning A comprehensive group of real estate, finance, entertainment and media.

But at some point, the younger brother who always followed him, adored him and relied on him gradually changed.He thought it was the period of teenage rebellion, and it would be fine after a few years, but the two gradually drifted apart. In the end, he used his life as the price to make Song Qingshuang a cold and mature heir of the Song Group.

Now, he can finally take off the burden on his shoulders and live the life of an ordinary person.I'm just plain, just waiting to die, maybe I can fulfill my childhood wish, open a comic book store, sell fried chicken cutlets and milk tea...

Song Ran stared blankly at the ceiling, thinking about some messy things aimlessly. After an unknown amount of time, there was an extremely loud "grunt" sound from his stomach. When he came back to his senses, he realized that the sun had already set outside the window. , and I was dizzy from hunger, and my hands and feet felt weak.

He touched his deflated stomach, and said helplessly, "This body is weak enough, forget it, let's get something to eat first."

Song Ran was busy with the group business in the past, and was basically a housework idiot, the kind who wouldn't help the oil bottle when it was upside down. At this time, she naturally picked up her phone and started ordering takeaway.

"Well, 6, Building 601, Chunjiang District, actually has a default address. It seems that this buddy often orders takeaway... Ah, there are fried chicken cutlets!"

Chunjiang community is a resettlement housing complex, located in the urban-rural fringe of Jiangcheng, the surrounding area is quite lively, and there are quite a lot of takeaways. Naturally, there are no Michelin restaurants, but there is absolutely no shortage of messy junk food.

Song Ran was born in an orphanage, and the old director loved him very much. He would buy him fried chicken chops and milk tea every weekend. Later, when he came to the Song family, the two chefs of the Song family were chefs invited by five-star hotels, but the young The young Song Ran always felt that the fried chicken cutlets and milk tea on the street were the most delicious things in the world, but Aunt Bai didn't like him eating these "dirty things", and gradually, he seldom ate them.

After the death of Uncle Song and Aunt Bai, Song Ran had no choice but to take on the burden of the Song Group. Every day was a large and small dinner party, and he often drank until he vomited. Food said goodbye.

Now that he has become an ordinary person, without the Song family's family rules and the burden of the president, Song Ran immediately ordered a large portion of fried chicken chops, a large portion of spiked potatoes, and a large portion of fried river without hesitation. Noodles, a large portion of chicken shredded cold noodles, and finally ordered a super large cup of pearl milk tea, a total of 69 yuan and [-] cents.

The APP shows that the deduction failed.

what happened?Song Ran frowned suspiciously, and was about to place an order again, when the phone beeped, and a text message appeared on the screen: "XX Bank reminds you that your credit card balance is insufficient, and the transaction failed."