Dressed as a black-bellied actor's little manager

I wanted to warn Lu Qingyun not to be a monster again, to do such stupid things like sticking my face in front of others and making people beat me fiercely, but Meng Yunjian called for a full 5 minutes on this call, but he didn't get through.

He thought that Lu Qingyun was doing other things, and would call him back soon after seeing the missed call, but until Meng Yunjian got up the next day to start work on the set, he still didn't wait for Lu Qingyun's call.

But he posted another Weibo at two o'clock in the middle of the night yesterday.

[Lu Xiaoyun V: Squatting online for a pain relief method, I want to knock myself out with a punch (laughing and crying)]

Without exception, this Weibo attracted a lot of ridicule and ridicule.

[It's starting to sell badly now? 】

[Fuck off, how did you have the face to continue to blog for attention. 】

There are also some yin and yang weird people, pretending to be Aite Lu Qingyun underneath.

【My family has an earthen prescription, which can relieve pain, that is, drink boiled water, the hotter the better. 】

It looked like nonsense, but Lu Qingyun actually replied to him seriously, "Thank you, I will try it later."

Everyone ridiculed Lu Qingyun, fearing that he had suffered a blow, had a mental problem, or broke the pot, and lost even the last sliver of face.

Meng Yunjian was a little absent-minded during filming all morning. He and Lu Qingyun are divorced, but he always feels that life is still exactly the same as before. Lu Qingyun fills his world and penetrates everywhere. No matter where he is, he can see Lu Qingyun's face name, and heard the voice of others discussing and laughing at him.

Meng Yunjian was almost suffocated, he didn't know how long it would take for Lu Qingyun to disappear completely from his world.

After the filming in the morning, Meng Yunjian called Lu Qingyun again, but the call was still not answered.

Annoyed, he stuffed his phone back into his pocket, and said to Wen Jing: "Go to Lu Qingyun's side and see what he's been doing recently, and tell him not to keep posting things on the Internet. Is it enough?"

Wen Jing got the boss's order, and immediately dragged his fat body to the apartment to find Lu Qingyun.

I knocked on the door for ten minutes, but there was no movement inside.

Wen Jing ran to the mailbox downstairs to take a look again, and saw that it was full of various letters, there were reminders for property fees, and bills for utility bills...

Some are already from last month.

Wen Jing was in a bad mood, so he rushed upstairs. Fortunately, Meng Yunjian lived in this apartment before, and the combination lock hadn't been changed yet. Wen Jing opened the door smoothly and walked in.

It was freezing and snowy outside, but the heating was not turned on in the room. It was as cold as a large closed freezer. Wen Jing reached out slowly, touched the living room light on the wall, pressed it, and the room was still dark.

Wen Jing: "Mr. Lu?"

He walked to the window and opened all the thick curtains, only then could he see everything in the room clearly, his face froze instantly.

The floor is full of scattered sundries, books that have been torn into shreds, carpets dropped on the floor, cups, bowls and chopsticks, and disposable instant noodle plastic bags are thrown everywhere...

Mr. Lu is a clean person. Realizing that something must have happened, Wen Jing hurried to the bedroom.

"Mr. Lu?!"

There was a person curled up on the bed in the dark bedroom, and when he heard the sound, he moved slightly: "... who?"

It was Lu Qingyun's voice.

Wen Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried over: "Mr. Lu, you really scared me to death. I just knocked on the door outside for a long time, but you didn't hear me."

Lu Qingyun slowly sat up from the bed, his face was pale, as if this action had exhausted all his strength, and it took him a long time before he laughed: "It's you, why are you here? Meng Yun Advise you to come and collect the house?"

The tone is relaxed, like a joke.

Wen Jing: "No, it's... Brother Meng is a little worried about you. Let me take a look. He didn't calm down all morning after seeing your Weibo."

"Weibo..." Lu Qingyun came to his senses and reached for his phone, "Sorry, I'll delete it now."

Last night, his stomach hurt so badly that he was so confused that he posted such a Weibo.

Lu Qingyun pressed the phone twice, only to realize that it was turned off, and laughed again: "It's out of battery, sorry."

Wen Jing frowned: "Mr. Lu, is there a power outage here? How long has it been since you paid your electricity bill?"

Lu Qingyun: "Probably...it seems...it's been two months. Has the power cut off? I said why it's so cold. It turns out that the air conditioner has stopped."

He got out of bed slowly, went to the window and opened the curtains, the sunlight from outside suddenly came in, Wen Jing was shocked again.

Under the bright sunlight, he could hardly recognize that this skinny, scrawny man would be the healthy and bright Lu Qingyun from before.

"Mr. Lu, you can't go on like this. Shall I take you to the hospital?"

Lu Qingyun: "I've been there, and the doctor said it's all right."

How can this be okay.

Everyone has become like this.

If it goes on like this, there is a possibility that people will die.

Wen Jing: "Mr. Lu, you have to take good care of yourself, you will get better after this difficult time."

Lu Qingyun laughed, "I know, don't worry, I'm really fine. After the Chinese New Year, I will start a project with my former friends."

Wen Jing stared at the shocking Lu Qingyun, unable to utter a single word of soreness in his heart.

Lu Qingyun: "What time is it?"

Wen Jing: "It's 12:30."

Lu Qingyun: "Have you eaten yet?"

Wen Jing: "I've eaten..."

Lu Qingyun: "That's good. If you don't eat, I really don't know what to do. My family doesn't have anything to eat."

He went to the kitchen with heavy steps, and dug out a bucket of instant noodles from the power-off refrigerator.

Wen Jing watched helplessly as he poured cold water into the noodle bucket, and then put the unsoaked hard noodles into his mouth.

Wen Jing: "Mr. Lu, you can't eat this!"

Mr. Lu: "It's okay."

Anyway, I will throw up whatever I eat, it's all the same.

Wen Jing's anxious eyes were red, and he snatched the instant noodles two steps forward. He used his mobile phone to call Lu Qingyun for an outside order, helped Lu Qingyun pay the electricity and heating bills, and finally took out all the noodles from his wallet. The cash stuffed into Lu Qingyun's hands.

"Mr. Lu, you can use it."

Lu Qingyun shook his head.

"Take it, treat it as if I borrowed from you, Mr. Lu, and when you make a comeback one day in the future, you will pay me back 10 times!"

Lu Qingyun smiled softly, and pushed the money to him: "Forget it, I can't afford it."

"Mr. Lu...you must be able to pay it back, so just take it!"

Lu Qingyun sat cross-legged on the floor, the heater was slowly returning to work, which relieved his discomfort a little, he looked up at Wen Jing: "Why are you so stupid, kid, I'm going to die, I don't have time to pay you back, you borrow it Give me meat buns to beat dogs, never come back, understand?

Wen Jing's eyes widened: "What, what?"

Lu Qingyun said with some relief: "Stomach cancer, don't tell Meng Yunjian."