Reborn you idiot

Zhang Weidong seems to be getting lucky.

The last time he worked with Zhao Yu on the MV, he became more famous. This time, he got Zhao Yu's credit again and was invited to appear on a talk show with high ratings across the country. The host was a celebrity from CCTV.

Zhang Weidong was sitting at the program recording site, Zhao Yu was on his right, and the host was opposite, forming a triangular situation.

The video recording started, the host faced the audience, introduced the identities of the two guests, and then got to the point.

"The summer vacation is coming to an end. I don't know what plans you two have for the second half of the year, and what new works you will present to everyone."

Zhao Yu's appearance was graceful and casual, she wore a black braid, she looked very friendly, and replied with a smile: "I will be busy in the second half of the year, because the response to the last movie was good, so the company decided to make a sequel , In addition, I also took over the filming of a New Year's film co-operated by the three sides of the Taiwan Strait, I guess I don't have much time to come out to meet you, I hope you don't forget me."

"How come, you are the goddess in our hearts." The hostess also smiled and turned her gaze to Zhang Weidong.

Compared with Zhao Yu's eloquent talk, Zhang Weidong's answer was too brief, which even caused a cold silence.

He said: "I don't know, it depends on the company's arrangement."

The host hurriedly came to the rescue: "I heard that you are filming a large-scale costume drama. What role are you playing?"

Zhang Weidong replied patiently: "The character who plays soy sauce will die in the fifth episode."

The host groaned, and was so choked by him that he almost couldn't answer.

Because Zhang Weidong was too ignorant, the host praised him casually, and then just interviewed Zhao Yu and left him alone.

Zhang Weidong sat next to him like a foil, but he felt relaxed. The company assigned him trivial and boring jobs, so there was really nothing to talk about.He is not an eloquent person, so if he says too many mistakes, he might as well just shut up.

While Zhao Yu and the host had a good chat, Zhang Weidong was doing nothing, his eyes rolled around and looked around.

As a result, he saw a familiar face in the front row of the auditorium.

It was a man about forty years old, bald, sitting upright, with the appearance of an old god.Zhang Weidong saw that the other party had a work permit hanging on his chest, so he must be an internal employee of the TV station. He frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly realized.

He remembered that he had been to the recording studio of this TV station earlier.

At that time, he had not yet entered the entertainment circle, so he signed up for a singing competition. He passed all the way from the preliminary round to the semi-finals and became the top [-] contestants of the show.Because the threshold for registration is low, the level of the players is uneven. Among the [-] people of all kinds, as long as he does not make serious mistakes, he is confident that he will get a better ranking.

He participated in competitions, got good grades, signed a contract, officially debuted, released records... These things should have been logical, but they didn't develop as expected. However, the reason is very ridiculous when you think about it.

On the eve of the semi-finals, the program team notified all the contestants to prepare their scripts.

The content of the manuscript can be arbitrarily decided by oneself, but it must meet two basic conditions, one, real, and two, touching.

During the meeting, the program team also specially gave hints to the contestants, nothing more than to talk about their tragic experience or poor family environment. All in all, the more tears are drawn, the better.

Zhang Weidong approached the planner of the program group, that is, the man sitting in the audience now, and he asked: Can I just sing?

The other party told him with certainty: No, a program must have a topic and a selling point.

Zhang Weidong insisted: I have nothing to say, I can only sing.

The man tried to persuade him: You can just say something casually, you can say your gratitude to your parents, or the strong affection with your family, is it that difficult?As long as you are a person, you must have your own story.

At that time, he firmly rejected the request made by the program group. Apart from singing, he didn't want to say a word about himself.

Later, the man got angry and slapped the table and scolded: This is the procedure of the show, the other contestants have no objection, what are you doing special!

Zhang Weidong was also angry, so he resolutely withdrew from the competition...

He participated in the competition with a serious attitude, not to win the sympathy of others - at that time, he thought that he had just withdrawn from a vulgar competition, and as long as he had the strength, he would still have a lot of opportunities in the future.

But the world is impermanent, and his uncle committed suicide not long after. He was devastated by his life and gambling debts, and he had to always guard against debt collectors from hurting his aunt, so he couldn't care less about pursuing his acting career.It turns out that three or four years have passed in the blink of an eye, does the man in the audience still recognize him?

Zhang Weidong couldn't help thinking, if he could do it all over again, would he change his original choice?

After thinking for a few minutes, he came up with a definite answer: no.

He couldn't stand on the stage, but he didn't sing, and performed in another way in disguise - taking off his dignity coat, showing off his bruised body like a beggar, and then hinted to the audience, look, I have How miserable, how pitiful, pity me, pity me, shed tears for me!

Then he will tell the audience, I grew up in an unfortunate family, my uncle is a pathological gambler, and my aunt is a prostitute.The audience must have been very surprised. While watching TV, they thought to themselves, this man is so pitiful, let me vote for him.

What's the point of such a game?The comparison is not about the strength of the players, but who is more miserable and worthy of sympathy.

He didn't understand it before, but now he has figured it out. The rules of the game are like this. Firstly, this is a program, and secondly, it is a competition.

Thinking of this, Zhang Weidong rubbed his chin and let out a self-deprecating chuckle inappropriately.

Because it was too inappropriate, and even a little nervous, Zhao Yu interrupted the conversation with the host and looked at him together.

Zhang Weidong didn't explain why he suddenly laughed. He leaned on the sofa and spread his hands: "Go on."

At the end of the recording, Zhao Yu waved goodbye to the audience, and at the same time leaned closer to Zhang Weidong, and said in a volume only he could hear: "You are really hopeless."

Zhang Weidong smiled again, and replied nonchalantly, "Thank you for the compliment."

Zhao Yu was so choked by him that she couldn't speak, she immediately shook her head, and when she looked at Zhang Weidong again, there was obviously more contempt in her eyes.

Usually, when people reminisce about the old days, they will go to the places they used to go to and see the scenery they have seen before.

However, the rapid development of Guangzhou, after a lapse of ten years, it is not so easy to find the familiar scenery before.

The [-]-year-old Ronghua Building has reopened, with a completely new interior decoration. In the past, parents-in-law, mother-in-law, uncles and aunts would drink morning tea here.But now Ronghua Building is no longer a neighborhood business, and has taken the high-end route. It is beautiful, but it lacks the human touch of old Guangzhou.

Du Hu filled up the tea for himself and Zhang Weidong, shook his head and sighed: "Even the stage of the Zhezi Opera has been dismantled. I used to be able to listen to others pull down the erhu and sing a ditty. Now I'm here, just sitting in a daze."

Zhang Weidong only came to Ronghua Building two or three times in the past because of his family's financial reasons, but he didn't have such a deep relationship. He smiled and said, "What is the same in this world?"

"That's right." Dahu looked at his watch: "Why hasn't Maodou come yet? Aha, you are busy."

Zhang Weidong handed over the menu: "Order first, we'll wait while we eat."

"That's not good?"

"It's okay, it's just a reunion of old classmates, there's no need to be so particular about it."

Duhu opened the menu, but his eyes fell to other places, implying: "You and him have nothing to do with each other."

Zhang Weidong didn't hear the sarcasm in his words, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, and threw a cigarette in front of Duo.

It wasn't until all the snacks were served and a pot of tea was replaced that Mr. Xiao arrived late.

With a neat suit and an indigo tie, he was neatly tidied from head to toe, and he was ready to go on stage to accept the award.

Dumb put down his chopsticks, greeted him to take a seat, and jokingly said, "Hey, you bastard grows backward?"

"Sorry, there is a traffic jam on the road." Xiao Jun sat down generously, took off his tie, took off his suit jacket, and rolled up his shirt sleeves: "Look at your big beard, if you are jealous of my smooth skin, just say it , Brother will give you a set of Olay next time, so that you will be radiant and red, and everyone will love you."

Duhu couldn't help but patted the table: "Hahaha, your mouth hasn't changed, and you don't use dirty words when cutting people, Dongzi, right?"

Zhang Weidong hummed, picked up his teacup, and never looked straight at Xiao Jungu.

So Jun Xiao called Ping Tian Di No. [-] again, and the three of them began to eat and drink.

Not long after, Duhu realized that something was wrong with Zhang Weidong, he became taciturn, with no expression on his face, and he would respond a few words to what he said, but as soon as Xiao Jungu took the words, he immediately shut up and remained silent. Say nothing.

At this moment, Zhang Weidong's cell phone rang. When he checked the caller ID, it was Zhou Li calling.

After the call ended, Zhang Weidong said to Dahu: "There is a change in work, I have to go back to the company first."

Dumb put down his chopsticks: "Damn, you're too mean."

Zhang Weidong was also very helpless: "People can't help themselves in the circle, I'm leaving, you can do what you want."

He left as soon as he said, got up and left the table.Xiao Junso propped his chin, and said lightly: "Be careful on the road."

Zhang Weidong acted as if he couldn't hear him, and walked quickly.

After his figure completely disappeared from sight, Xiao Jungu turned his face sideways and looked at Duhu with a half-smile, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

Dahu leaned back, folded his feet, and calmly met Xiao Jungu's eyes, as if he had changed himself.

The two looked at each other for a while, Xiao Junso said first: "I don't like you pestering Dongzi, so tell me, how can you stay away from him?"

Duhu turned the porcelain cup in his hand: "Look at what you said, you really haven't changed at all, as long as anyone close to Dongzi is good in your eyes, it's so fucking funny, you are him again Who is it? You really have too much control."

"You are really not a good person. For the sake of acquaintance, I can send you with money, but not next time."

"Damn it, it's so awesome, you can't afford it if you have money, right?"

"It's nothing special, but you're close to Dongzi, isn't it just for money?" Jun Xiao took out a pen and check book from his jacket pocket, wrote the number, signed his name in a fluttering manner, and handed it over: "If You really value friendship so much, you don’t have to take this money. But to remind you, my money is not so easy to get, don’t think I don’t know how much you stole from the 30 last time.”

"Yes, someone gave me money for nothing, why not?" Dahu took the check, glanced at it, and was stunned.

There were six figures on the check, a total of 100 million. He had never seen so much money in his life.

"Xiao Jungu, Xiao Jungu, I don't even know what to say, is it fun to throw money at people? Your face is really ugly."

Xiao Jungu sneered, picked up his coat, and stood up: "This money can buy your dog's life ten times, and it's more than enough to buy your whole family. Don't take me for a joke. I'm not afraid of having money but dying. Give it a try."

Duhu felt a little timid in his heart, but soon, hatred gained the upper hand, and he said to Xiao Jungu's back: "Hehe, you're calling me dismissed? I'm afraid you used money to seal my mouth? Are you Afraid I'll tell Dongzi that you were the one who killed Xiaohu with a car, right? You son of a bitch murderer!"

Xiao Jun stopped his walking steps, closed his eyes, and didn't look back.