Cannon fodder is no more [Quick Transmigration]

"The next popular group, MRC is here!"

Small county town, poor-quality open-air stage, tacky large banners in gold and red, sparse applause from the audience, and passers-by holding up their mobile phones to take pictures of "big stars".

Chang Yiming and his two teammates with numb faces came up from the side of the stage.

He is no longer young, and his popularity has already reached the level where young people today would look unfamiliar when they hear his name.

The three of them picked up the microphones and greeted the audience below with smiling faces, sang two songs, and quickly left the stage.

In the rest room later, Chang Yiming looked at two old teammates whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

The three of them have gained a lot of weight, and there are many changes from the familiar appearance before.A few people who were not familiar with each other greeted each other, and then sat on the sidelines and played with their mobile phones. MRC had been disbanded for many years. After the disbandment of the group, they went their separate ways and have not contacted for a long time.

The reason why they haven't left is because there will be a reception later, and according to the contract, they still have to show up and take a photo with the boss.

This kind of "walking" is a common way for past artists to make money.

But in the past, Yiming used to do it alone. With his current age and almost non-existent popularity, such a commercial performance can earn 3 to [-] yuan.

However, the owner of this newly opened store may have been their fans, and invited three people at the same time, and said that if the three perform in a combined manner, he can double the remuneration.

Now they are all middle-aged people with families to support, and no one will be troubled by money.

The three of them sat not hidden, and there were only people coming and going. Not many people recognized them, and no one came to take a photo with them.

After sitting for more than half an hour, a young girl walked outside. She looked at the three of them and hesitated for a while before coming over.

"Hi, may I ask if you are Chang Yiming from MRC?" the girl asked tentatively.

She saw someone talking in the group today that someone in this shopping mall invited a celebrity to perform, and I heard that it was a member of a group called MRC a long time ago.

The classmates didn't take it seriously, but she thought of something and hurried over.

Chang Yiming looked at this girl, who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, about the same age as his daughter.

He looked kindly: "I am."

The girl's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and she said happily: "I have watched many of your videos on the Internet, and I have watched many of your performances."

Chang Yiming was a little surprised, but also a little warm: Do I still have such young fans?

The other two also came over to greet the girl and asked if they wanted to take a photo.

The girl agreed.

After taking the group photo, she suddenly asked cautiously: "I would like to ask, are you in contact with Brother Mu Xing?"

She looked at the three people who were obviously uncles, and it was hard to admit that they and Mu Xing were of the same generation.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Chang Yiming thought it was true.

He shook his head helplessly: "No, we haven't contacted for a long time."

The girl was obviously disappointed when she heard the answer, but she politely thanked the three of them before leaving.

Xu Zijia suddenly sneered: "Mu XingMu Xing, everyone only remembers Mu Xing, even we are remembered a little, thanks to him!"

He obviously had an unsatisfactory life in recent years, with deep wrinkles between his brows, and he looked a little sullen.

On the contrary, Chang Yiming is much more peaceful. His family is happy, and he has made a lot of money doing business performances in recent years. Although he is not as popular as when he was popular, he is better than ordinary people.

He said: "But you and I have to admit now that he is indeed a person worthy of being liked by young people."

Xu Zijia glared at him, but didn't say anything. He kicked the stool and went outside by himself.

Xu Wen walked up to him and said in a low voice: "Actually, I have often wondered over the years, if Mu Xing hadn't left MRC, what would we be like now?"

Chang Yiming was silent for a while.

He thought about it in his early years, even often.

I imagined, if Mu Xing hadn't left the group at that time, would they have embarked on another path of infinite glory now.

but now……

He shook his head: "Don't think about it, everything is in the past. Live the life right now."

Xu Wen sighed: "Yes."

He suddenly whispered: "Actually, I have been watching his live broadcast on the trumpet."

Chang Yiming laughed: "What a coincidence, so am I. My daughter is still his fan, and she even questioned me, asking me if I ever bullied his brother Xing Xing when I was young. She doesn't even admit that we are of the same generation."

Xu Wen took a look at Chang Yiming, saw his calm and relieved face, and let go of his coddling.

"I really envy him. Life is like a fairy. He looks like a fairy, and he knows that life is not troublesome."

Chang Yiming said: "Yes, he is different from us."

After the commercial performance, Chang Yiming and Xu Wen added WeChat, chatted occasionally, and became good friends.

Then one day, Mu Xing suddenly announced that he would not be broadcasting live, and disappeared from public view so abruptly.

At that time, many people who were not familiar with Mu Xing saw his terrifying traffic for the first time.

No one thought that the resignation of an elderly anchor would actually cause a greater shock than the resignation of a top traffic star.

Weibo collapsed for a long time, and the news continued to be on the hot search list for several days.

Then, one year, two years.

Occasionally, sporadic netizens happen to meet Mu Xing or see someone suspected of Mu Xing in a certain scenic spot. Whenever there is such news, it can always be directly listed on the hot search.

Some fans speculated from Mu Xing's remarks that day and these bits and pieces of news that he seemed to be on a long-term trip, squatting at various scenic spots at random, hoping to meet him once.

This incident even became a meme called "Looking for Mu Xing".

Many years passed.

Chang Yiming became a grandfather, and his great-granddaughter could speak.

One day, Xincheng county official Weibo, which already had a lot of fans, suddenly posted a message.

Mu Xing left.

The official Weibo said that he was not sick and walked very peacefully, and he seemed to have a premonition not long before he left. He returned home and sorted out his property, donating all of it to his hometown for construction.

The official Weibo also released a Weibo account that Mu Xing has never exposed, which contains his records of his life over the years, and is the last gift for fans.

Many fans cried uncontrollably, and Chang Yiming sat in front of the window for a long time when he heard the news.

"Grandpa, what's the matter with you?" There was a slight push on the knee.

Chang Yiming lowered his head, he was a two-year-old great-granddaughter.

The little girl was opening her eyes wide, and said in a childish voice: "Why don't you talk, is it uncomfortable?"

Chang Yiming touched the child's head with trembling hands, and said with a smile, "It's okay, I just remembered something from a long time ago, and I feel a little emotional."

The little girl didn't quite understand, and instinctively felt that her grandfather was not very happy.Leaning against him gently, she whispered, "Don't think about it, just look at Niuniu."

"Okay, okay, grandpa doesn't want to, look at my good girl."