What should I do if I personally disassembled my fan's CP! [Entertainment]

Zhuang Yan felt as if his computer had suddenly shut down, and he couldn't even understand a short sentence. He wanted to grab the people who were in a hurry around him and ask him what it meant to be lost at sea.Didn’t the crew take good care of the weather warning for the movie going out to sea? Didn’t they take safety measures? If it’s lost, it’s only confirmed that they’ve lost contact. How can a good person just say that it’s lost? Last night...

He actually played those meaningless petty tempers with Xu Qixing last night.

Zhuang Yan was a little dazed, staggered by the rushing staff.When he came back to his senses, tears were flooding his eyes, and he couldn't help but hold back the tears with his eyes wide open. While running to the hotel in a hurry, he told him over and over again in his heart. Self: "I'm not sad, he's definitely fine, I don't need to be sad, I just regret it, I shouldn't quarrel with him, he will definitely come back soon, why should I cry."

He had just run up the stairs on the first floor, when he accidentally bumped into a person, was pushed back three steps by that person's belly, almost missed and fell down the stairs.

The man grabbed Zhuang Yan's arm with a big hand, pinching him so painfully, his eyes were blurred with tears, just about to say thank you and continue running up, but the man grabbed him hard to keep him from moving , Talking to the phone: "What's the use of contacting a few fast private search and rescue teams, whoops so far away? I don't know if they have a good reputation? Aren't we rushing for time now... Oh, please come here too, hurry up of."

Only then did Zhuang Yan recognize Qian Duobao. He was like a lamb that just got out of its womb. The world suddenly became clear. He was about to ask about the situation in a hurry when Qian Duobao's phone rang again: " The media? Leave them alone, there is no way to care about them, you watch and control the rhythm, let’s talk about the specifics when you find someone!"

Zhuang Yan's heart was like cooking oil, and when he finished these few words, he was half-cooked, and when he hung up the phone, he opened his mouth hastily, Qian Duobao spoke much faster than him.

Qian Duobao's head was covered with sweat, and strands of hair were drooping on his scalp. His usual youthful and vigorous appearance had been taken away, and he was indeed so anxious that he became bald.He looked at Zhuang Yan out of breath, and explained to him with a very angry and helpless look: "Let's go out to sea to film a movie and encountered a storm, several boats broke up, and they haven't come back yet. I don't know what happened, he The emergency contact in the safety agreement before going to sea is your phone number, which has been posted on the Internet, and a bunch of it has been brought up in a messy rhythm. We don’t have time to deal with it now. Just stay where you are and don’t get caught by the ghost again. , and you are not allowed to talk nonsense to make him mess up?"

Zhuang Yan nodded hastily, as if grabbing a life-saving straw: "I hide! I don't speak! But he..."

Qian Duobao explained everything he could explain, and there was nothing else he could do except go back and kneel and pray. Just now, he was caressed by the boss's father, and it was not short of time for these few words: "Every time the crew All boats are equipped with professional safety officers and equipped with life jackets and other equipment. The spare search and rescue team has been sent out early, and we have also urgently dispatched several private search and rescue teams to try to find their traces as soon as possible. And The scheduled shooting location is only offshore. I have already found a crew boat. You can’t help me now. Go back quickly. Remember what I told you. Don’t wait until you come back and make a mess that can’t be cleaned up. ,do you know?"

Zhuang Yan didn't dare to have even the slightest bad idea, he only hoped that every good word could be translated into words.His throat seemed to be blocked by soreness, so he could only nod his head and say to himself silently with his mouth open: "Wait for him to come back, wait for him to come back."

He couldn't help himself, and he didn't dare to delay Qian Duobao, whose phone kept ringing, so he could only walk back to the lonely wooden house in the distance in a daze.He was walking on the dark coastal path, looking at the dark sea, and the tears that he had just suppressed leaked out little by little.

Zhuang Yan wiped away his tears and thought sadly: Xu Qixing is so scared in such a dark night and such a dark sea.

When I opened the door of the cabin and pressed the light switch, the light only flickered twice and then went out. It should be that there are too many places using electricity tonight, and the voltage is too low to jump up.

He simply hid in the darkness, curled up in the corner of the two people's nest on the day of the typhoon, hugged his knees, buried his face in it, and silently touched the beads on his hand.The more he thought about it, the sadder he became, and he was about to be overwhelmed by the two emotions of worry and regret. He hated himself even more because he could only wait here, and there was no way to do any so-called hard work.

He didn't want to indulge his uncontrollable thoughts of slipping to the bad, as if a little more of these negative thoughts would really cause unknown effects, so he had to do something else to distract him.But he was absent-minded about what he was doing, so he could only think, "I'm just watching, I will never speak, in case Xu Qixing has news, but Brother Qian and the others won't be able to tell me in time", and opened the Weibo software on his phone.

Xu Qixing's disappearance in distress while filming has already dominated the hot search headlines. Various media rushed to report, but the rescue news has not made any progress.And the hot searches below are all entries like #徐奇行出未#, #徐吉行津急身联系#, clicking on it is what Qian Duobao said, the photos of the safety contract exposed by the gossip media, the emergency contact The phone was brightly unmarked, and his name and information were marked with a red pen next to it.

The emergency contact is not the parents but the screenwriter of the same group. The two have been rumored to have an affair. This confusing relationship makes people think about it. Could it be that the Kongtong male star has always been a thief shouting "catch the thief", but in fact he has already secretly revealed Chen Cang. cabinet.

The people in the trending search, apart from the occasional real passer-by with a confused face, said, "What the hell is coming out of the closet? Before I came in, I thought it was a routine operation of cheating or something, and I wanted to condemn it morally. Now I just want to say bullshit." force!"

There are also those who watch the fun, waiting for the reply from the person who doesn't think it's a big deal, "Boom, boom, you have the ability to snatch men, you have the ability to come out, don't hide in it and don't make a sound, I know you are at home !"

The rest is relatively uniform. Some rational fans are still saying "my brother's safety is the most important thing, don't listen to it or believe it." Some radical fans are already unsightly.

However, with the passage of time, the fans who have not received news from idols for a long time are extremely anxious, and they are even more furious when they hear the disturbing doubts from the outside world.They quickly organized to tear down the unscrupulous media who still consumed the gossip privacy of the actors even though their whereabouts were unknown, as well as the staff within the crew who lacked professional ethics and leaked the personal privacy of the contract content.

At the same time, it was unavoidable that he began to vent his anger on the other party involved, Zhuang Yan, who had not come forward to clarify his voice.

A popular star like Xu Qixing has a huge fan base, and the ingredients are naturally complicated.There are those who like faces and those who like drama, there are girlfriend fans and mother fans, there are hidden rotten girls and some think that he is the benchmark of Kongtong to stand in line.

A few ten minutes may not be worth mentioning in a rescue, but on the Internet, it is like pressing the fast-forward button. There is no beacon fire, but gunpowder is everywhere.

Gradually, many fans began to lose patience, and the guns that had been attacking a circle finally turned to idols. Some expressed disappointment, and some turned off their fans.They denounced Xu Qixing and Zhuang Yan everywhere, thinking that Xu Qixing's fake persona is deceiving feelings and is not worthy of liking. Buildings of black materials have sprung up, and the real and the fake are confused.They clamored everywhere for an explanation, and bombarded them indiscriminately, and Zhuang Yan's private messages exploded to the point that they couldn't even open them.

Zhuang Yan felt very angry. He didn't understand that liking like this was also liking?Even if he liked him once, couldn't he be more worried about Xu Qixing's safety at this moment?Is there any explanation that cannot be asked for after the person returns safely?But he just couldn't say a word, because Qian Duobao, as Xu Qixing's manager, repeatedly told him not to make trouble, and he really didn't understand the so-called public opinion strategy and so-called public relations.

He pursed his lips tightly, and when he saw the message Dai Yue sent him on WeChat, he clicked in to read it. It was a screenshot of Dai Yue's account on Weibo to help him talk: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, look at me in battle!" Kill the Quartet and scold them all for you!"

Zhuang Yan couldn't laugh, but he could understand that Dai Yue was just venting his anger to comfort him, not to mention just a few words of cursing back by such a person that didn't even count as a rhythm. Let’s forget about mine, and if you scold him, you scold him more.”

Just after the message was sent, the phone rang suddenly. The incoming call was an unfamiliar number. Zhuang Yan almost immediately thought that the official search and rescue team had a result to notify the emergency contact. His hands trembled and he couldn't wait to answer it. , the hoarse voice said hello twice before saying: "Hello, may I ask you..."

It was obviously a young girl over there, who was as excited as him, and her voice only became louder after she said it twice, and she didn't even give him the time to reply, and the crackling was an insult he had never heard before. Then before he could react, he hung up the phone with a snap.

Zhuang Yan originally thought this was just an isolated case, but later there were more and more calls like this, and he realized that as long as he picked up the call for a second, he could accurately distinguish that it was a call to vent anger from the preparatory activity of taking a deep breath on the other side and then Hang up quickly.

He wasn't in the mood to scold these people passionately, but he didn't dare to miss any of them.Although if he couldn't be contacted, he would contact Qian Duobao directly, or contact other staff members, and there would be a timely relevant statement, but Qian Duobao's cell phone kept ringing, and he was afraid of missing it.

What's more, he couldn't bear the risks and delays. Every second of no news was like a cold thin blade, stabbing his soul one by one.

So in order not to delay the emergency call, he couldn't turn off the phone or block all strange calls. He could only mechanically distinguish every call that might contain malicious or good news like this. He stayed up day and night, answering as soon as there was a call. Get up, if it is insulting, hang up quickly, so as not to delay the next possible call, and keep scrolling through news and text messages in the middle.

It's just that after a whole night and a day, Zhuang Yan was exhausted physically and mentally, his face was haggard, his beard was covered with blue stubble, his eyes were dull, and his hair was already messed up by the shoving.

When the phone rang again, Zhuang Yan was still used to it and picked it up skillfully. Hearing the hesitant breathing on the other side, the conditioned reflex was to hang up immediately.

The same tired and deep self-introduction suddenly came from the opposite side: "Hello, are you Zhuang Yan? I am Xu Qixing's father."

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