My black fans are always online

Behind the bushes in the distance, those violent eyes blinked, impatiently took out the phone, covered the rain, and sent a text message.

"A man came to visit the grave early in the morning. He looked well dressed. Then there was Shen Muqing from your family and another man. I don't know why, but now another young man came and stood there together."

Soon, the text message replied: "Take a photo and send it to me."

The man carefully found a gap in the bushes, took a picture and sent it without turning on the flash.

In the office of the skyscraper, Wu Jing'an suddenly stood up, looking at the cemetery under the dark tone.

It doesn't matter that Shen Muqing didn't call him, but went to the cemetery by himself, but why is that kid Wu Hong there?

Next to the two of them, that boy... Although the distance was far away and the light was poor, Wu Jing'an still recognized him at a glance.

Who is that tall and straight figure and flawless side face, if not Cheng Yan? ...

What Shen Muqing said last time was right, this person seems to be haunted, like a debt collector!

"Keep an eye on it, let me know if there is any news. Also, keep watching if anyone else comes!" He pressed the send button viciously.

Standing up, he looked at the gloomy and oppressive sky outside the large glass window.

When I had no money, my eyes glowed green when I looked at everything. Now I don’t seem to be so hungry, but when I think about losing these hard-won things, I still feel unwilling no matter what.

It's like standing on these tens of stories of high-rise buildings and looking at the sky. It turns out that there is no difference from standing under the crooked neck tree at the entrance of the village when I was a teenager.

But tell him to go back to the village entrance to look at the sky, he would rather die!

……

In the cemetery, Cheng Yan bent down, picked up the umbrella that fell on the ground, and propped it on Wu Hong's head.

"I'm Teacher Chen Yan's student, and he treated me very well during his lifetime." He tried his best to calm down his voice, "When I drink with him, he often talks about your past."

Wu Hong stared at him blankly, his eyes were red: "..."

"What happened that night has nothing to do with you." Cheng Yan stood, the rain dripping down his well-shaped brows, "He is a good drinker, and he is the captain. If it were anyone else, it would be him that night." Go. You must..."

He said shyly, "Don't think too much about it. Do you understand?"

Wu Hong suddenly squatted down and began to cry silently. Finally, the crying turned into howling, floating in the wind and rain in a corner of the quiet cemetery.

Shen Mu lightly stood aside, his figure was stiff, and he didn't say a word.

He stared fixedly at the young man in front of him who was comforting Wu Hong, his eyes were spinning and blurred.

It was like seeing that person again, the way he hugged the young Wu Hong every time.

Turning his head to look, on the tombstone a few feet away, the deceased friend's smile is clear and gentle, but there is a trace of youthful willfulness that is extremely difficult to detect in his brows.

Never regretted it, and never backed down when others needed him.

……

The three of them stood in front of the tombstone for an unknown how long, until Wu Hong finally calmed down.

Cheng Yan stared at the inscription on the tombstone, and his eyes fell on the inscription at the bottom.

"Fans Who Loved You".Sure enough, as the top post in that post bar said, it was a former fan who helped him arrange the funeral. Although there was no grand funeral, it was peaceful and dignified, living in such a quiet place.

He smiled faintly, turned his head to look at Wu Hong and Shen Muqing, and said in a low voice: "You don't have to be too sad, look, he is not real... He has been forgotten by everyone."

After all, there are people who have heard his songs in the past and still remember them many years later.

The three of them turned around in silence, and walked towards the bluestone steps they had come from.

Before reaching a fork in the road, Cheng Yan stood still.

He looked at Wu Hong silently, then suddenly reached out and hugged him gently.

"Open the supermarket well, and take care of the children well." When he let go of his embrace, his eye circles were slightly red, and he smiled, "Mr. Chen Yan must have seen your family portrait. He will be happy only if you live well."

……

The rain has subsided, and the gloomy clouds in the sky have become thinner. In the cemetery, people who came to express their condolences passed by from time to time.

A woman walked past them with her head bowed, her figure was thin and her steps were difficult.

None of the three men paid attention to her, but they stood by the side of the road like this, with excellent physique and temperament, and people passing by couldn't help but look at them.

The woman's face was sallow, and she glanced dully, and suddenly, she was a little stunned.

She opened her eyes in confusion, looking at Shen Muqing's face wearing sunglasses.

Shen Muqing also noticed her, frowned slightly, and moved aside calmly.

Even with such big sunglasses, it is really annoying to meet fans who recognize him in this kind of place.

The woman still couldn't take her eyes off, her eyes were fixed, for a moment, she swayed, as if she wanted to get closer to Shen Muqing, but suddenly, she stopped abruptly.

There was a hint of hesitation on her face, and quickly, that hesitation turned into fear again.

Turning around, she hurriedly lowered her head, looked around to identify the direction, and hurriedly walked towards Chen Yan's tombstone.

Shen Muqing saw the fright in her eyes, and was wondering, Cheng Yan beside him had already turned his head and looked at him.

He followed Shen Muqing's gaze, and saw the slightly staggering back of the woman, so he didn't care.

Shen Muqing also withdrew his suspicious gaze, and the two of them met each other, relatively speechless.

Cheng Yan sighed inwardly, and said softly, "Mr. Shen, let's go about the song."

Shen Muqing's rationality finally came back from the trance, he stared at Cheng Yan coldly, the humiliation and anger surged up in his heart: "You stole something that doesn't belong to you, of course you want to go."

Cheng Yan smiled, and didn't want to explain further: "If there was any offense in the past, it is a last resort."

He pointed to the lonely tombstone in the distance: "He is over there, even if he thinks about it, he doesn't want to see us being so incompatible."

Shen Muqing's face finally changed.He didn't speak anymore, but sneered and looked at Wu Hong: "Let's go."

However, Cheng Yan beside him seemed to have a strange expression.

When he just pointed to the tombstone, his eyes naturally looked there, and he saw the woman's back faltering and stopped there.

It was far away, covered by a dense rain curtain, the woman's back seemed to be unfamiliar, but at first glance, something suddenly flashed before Cheng Yan's eyes, like a bolt of lightning, across the gloomy sky.

……

In the bushes behind the tombstone, the pair of small eyes that had been staring at him suddenly widened.

He stared at the profile of the woman in front of the tombstone, his body trembling with shock.

Taking out his phone, he hastily sent a text message: "That girl is really here!"

Putting down his phone, he quietly stood up and looked around.

The cemetery is in a remote corner, there are no cameras, and there are rows of pines and cypresses blocking it, and the people paying homage in the distance are far away.

Standing up, he quietly covered his face with the raincoat and walked behind the woman.

The woman stood there, her figure so thin that she seemed to be out of shape, motionless.

Behind her, the man's gloomy footsteps were getting closer, and under the long-sleeved raincoat, a faint cold light was exposed, reflecting the rain.

Before he could get close by a few steps, he fixed his eyes on the front, and quietly pulled out the sharp knife that gleamed coldly.

At this moment, behind them, there was a rush of running sound!The footsteps were like drumbeats, and the sound hit their ears, and they were behind them in a blink of an eye.

The man's knife was about to be pulled out of his sleeve, when he heard the footsteps, his body trembled slightly.

A figure quickly passed him, rushed towards the woman in front, and grabbed her by the shoulder!

"You... are you?"

The man was taken aback and withdrew the knife in his hand abruptly.He lowered his head, quickly turned his face halfway, and walked quickly to the other side.

Cheng Yan grabbed the woman tightly and turned her around.The moment he saw this woman, his mind buzzed.

Ten months ago, at the stairs of Xingertai, the woman who grabbed him!

Although it only lasted for a few minutes, the memory of dying was so profound that it reappeared in his dreams repeatedly.

The woman's haggard and dull face was a bit older than he remembered, with an obvious aura of being on the verge of decay, but her features didn't change much.

"You...you, is that you?" He was excited, his voice trembling.

The woman was caught suddenly, and her long-term fear broke out suddenly, causing her to scream and began to struggle desperately: "Ahhh...let me go, don't kill me!"

She was seriously ill, even though she screamed with all her strength, her voice was still very small, and she couldn't alarm anyone at all, and she couldn't break free from Cheng Yan's hand at all.

Cheng Yan was anxious and distressed, hurriedly loosened her shoulders, and held her wrist: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I am..."

His lips moved, but he still didn't dare to say nonsense after all, this is a cemetery, but Qingming, just a casual sentence, I'm afraid it will completely scare this woman crazy.

He pointed to the tombstone a few steps away, and his voice was soft: "I am his good friend and his student... I am very excited to see someone come to worship him."

The woman's struggle finally subsided, she was trembling, her sallow face was mixed with rain, and she looked at Cheng Yan in amazement.

The young man in front of him was too handsome, and his eyes were pure and gentle, so that people couldn't be scared at all.

Cheng Yan resisted the frenzied beating in his heart, picked up the umbrella that fell on the ground, and propped it on top of her head: "It's too cold here, you go with me to a warm place, okay? I promise, I will never hurt you .”

Behind the bushes, the man looked at the woman who was taken away by Cheng Yan's arms, the knife in his hand was tightly clenched, and then slowly loosened.

The little mole on the brow of his eyebrow jumped rapidly, and he looked around with gloomy eyes, but finally he didn't dare to follow.

In broad daylight, even though there are fewer people here, there are still people paying homage in the distance.

After all, this is not the empty midnight staircase of ten months ago.

……

Outside the cemetery, Kong Jiayu, who was waiting in the car, was stunned when he saw the outside.

He hurriedly jumped out of the car and greeted him with his umbrella: "Xiao Cheng, this is?"

Who is this sickly strange woman next to Cheng Yan?The one who came out of the cemetery looked like a living female ghost!

Why did Xiao Cheng hold the umbrella for her like this, making his whole body wet? It's cold in the spring, what should I do if I get sick and catch a cold when I go back?

Cheng Yan didn't respond to him immediately, there was a rare strange look on his pale face, and his eyes were dark and heavy.

"Brother Kong, help me find a coffee shop in a bustling area by car." He turned his head to look at the woman, saw her fear, and asked in a low voice, "We're going to a crowded place, you don't have to be afraid."

The woman's eyes rolled over Cheng Yan's and Kong Jiayu's faces, and she remained silent.

Cheng Yan opened the car door for her personally, and handed her the mobile phone: "If you don't believe me, you can call the police now and clarify our license plate."

The woman finally nodded, and there was a bit of life on her dull face.

"No need... I'll go with you."

In the fragrant coffee shop, in a private box, Cheng Yan sat opposite the woman, and Kong Jiayu was outside, closing the door in confusion.

The steaming blue mountain coffee was steaming, and Cheng Yan said cautiously: "Are you okay? I don't think your complexion is very good?"

The last time she saw this person, she said incoherently that she was going to die, and now it seems that it is indeed even more wrong.

This person's face clearly exuded an ominous aura.

The woman smiled woodenly: "Lung cancer is in the advanced stage. I have been treated for a while, but now I am dead."

Cheng Yan asked anxiously, "Why?"

"I don't have any money." The woman spoke calmly, "The money I saved when I was young was sent back to my hometown, and my younger siblings are going to school."

When I was old and sick and found to be seriously ill, I didn't have much savings.

She is also unwilling to reach out to her family members who are not well-to-do. Since it is already in the late stage, she just thinks about living one day at a time.

But once a person is about to die and cannot die for a while, it is easy to think about those bad things in the past.

Those customers who cheated, those small money cheated, are nothing, but in this life, she will never forget one thing.

It didn't seem like a big deal at first, and she had done dirtier and more disgusting things than this, but somehow, after the incident, she couldn't forget that young man.

The boy in the white shirt is really good-looking and kind.Facing the tears of her, a strange woman sitting on the stage, and facing a few vicious hooligans who came to pretend to catch her, he kept her behind him, even when he cut her down with a knife, he didn't push her out .

...It's just a stranger, it's just a bad show for help.

He doesn't know her.She didn't know him either.

It wasn't until she hid and watched TV in the small room that she was surprised to find that the young man she had cheated turned out to be a very popular starlet.

Her face was ruined, her fingers were cut off, and the police who came after hearing the news found the pills she stuffed in her body.

Not without guilt, but after all, she wasn't stupid enough to rush out to do something.

There are many bad things in life. She has long been a lowly and heartless person. Although that person is miserable, it is not that she wants to harm him, it is clear that someone is specifically targeting him.

Even if she doesn't do it, there are other sisters who will be bribed.

It wasn't until this body was about to die that she suddenly remembered that in this life, there was still this thing that she always thought about.

……

Cheng Yan looked at her silently, for a moment, he didn't know how to speak.

This body has no intersection with this woman, and he can't think of any reason to make this woman open up and tell him any important information.

He tentatively asked, "Are you his old friend? Or a former fan?"

The woman looked at him and opened her mouth: "ah... yeah, I've seen him before."

Cheng Yan looked at her quietly: "A lot of people liked him in the past, but unfortunately later they thought he took drugs and fought with others because of the lady sitting on the stage, so they all lost their fans. It's rare that you still remember to come to pay respects. "

The woman suddenly became excited: "He didn't, he didn't take drugs, and he didn't call Miss, he was wronged!"

Cheng Yan's heart skipped a beat: "Really? I've heard him say that too."

He stared at the woman opposite without blinking: "But he told me that even if he was wronged, he has no regrets."

The woman looked up at him: "He... really said that?"

"That's right. After all, at that time, anyone else would save people." Cheng Yan said in a low voice, "A girl who has been trafficked is forced to sell her body and has nowhere to go. Stretch out your hand, it's too pitiful."

The woman stared at him blankly, tears slowly welling up in her dry eyes.

"No... That woman is not worth saving." She finally said hoarsely, "She was trying to kill him."

Cheng Yan's palm was drenched with sweat, the hand holding the coffee spoon tightly, the knuckles turned white.

There seems to be something burning in my heart, which has been burning vaguely to my throat, and then spread to my nasal cavity, so that the aroma of coffee I smell seems to have changed, a little burnt.

He heard his own voice erratic: "How is it possible? He has no enemies... Who would hate him to this extent. You are lying."

"I didn't lie!" The woman trembled with excitement, "Because I am that woman!"

After saying this sentence, she suddenly stopped in horror, looked at Yan Yan suspiciously, and shook her head nervously: "Forget it, forget it. He's dead too, it's useless to say these things."

Cheng Yan looked at her quietly: "It's useful. Even under the spring, he must want to know why he was so unlucky in his previous life."

The woman was at a loss: "I-I don't know about this. I don't know the person who came to see me. He just gave me something, told me to stuff it on Chen Yan, and taught me a set of lies. He said... Said that as long as you ask for help like this, that Chen Yan will definitely reach out."

Cheng Yan fell silent.

More than ten years ago, there is no evidence to check again, even if there is doubt, there is no way to prove it.

But... He stared at the woman, word by word, and asked in a low voice: "Then why was he killed more than ten years later?"

The woman shivered violently, screaming and terrified: "You, what are you talking about? He died in a fire accident, that's what the news says..."

"It's not at all, and you know it's not!" Cheng Yan's eyes were red, "He also wanted to save you, right?!"

He looked sadly at the woman on the opposite side: "Have you read the news? There was one person in the fire scene at the time, and that was me. When I passed out, I saw him being thrown in with my own eyes, covered in blood!"

The woman slammed his hand away, stood up, and shrank back desperately, her eyes were full of fear: "You, you..."

Cheng Yan suppressed the excitement and grief in his heart, and forced himself to calm down: "You have a guilty conscience, and you want to confess to him before you die, then you tell me everything, and I promise, within the scope of my ability, I will try my best to give him back. Fair, I promise!"

……

Lin Liekai sat in his office and looked at his watch.

The hands of the clock pointed to more than five in the afternoon. The clouds that had been cloudy since the morning dispersed, and the rain stopped.

He picked up the phone and dialed Cheng Yan with a gentle voice: "Hello, are you home yet?"

On the phone, the familiar voice was hoarse: "I'm outside, I have something to do."

Although he couldn't see his face, Lin Liekai still frowned: "What's wrong with your voice?"

Cheng Yan didn't answer right away, the phone was very quiet, but for some reason, Lin Liekai felt a little strangely uneasy.

He quickly sat up straight: "What's the matter, tell me. If you don't tell me, I can ask Jin Xun to find out, don't keep it from me!"

Have you been wronged at work, or is there something bad about you?

Cheng Yan was silent for a while, and finally said in a low voice: "Can you do me a favor? I...I want to find a better hospital."

Lin Liekai's hairs stood on end for a moment: "What's wrong with you?? What's wrong with your body?"

He stood up quickly and reached out to grab the jacket on the side: "Where are you, wait for me, I'll go there!"

"No, no. Don't worry." Cheng Yan's voice became faster, but still deep, "I'm fine, it's a friend of mine who needs to be hospitalized."

After a pause, he spoke with some difficulty: "Brother Kong can also contact the hospital, but he still has to wait for the hospital bed. Can you ask the secretary to find out for me, I want to find a private hospital with better conditions."

Lin Liekai clenched his fists, suppressing the momentary distress and anger: Why is the secretary not a secretary? He still begged him so carefully for his affairs, as if he was afraid of causing trouble to him!

"Okay, don't worry about it, I'll take someone there right away!"

……

An hour later, in a private hospital with luxurious facilities in the suburbs, Lin Liekai hurriedly ran out of the elevator.

The secretary greeted him quickly: "Mr. Lin, everything is done. The oncologists here are very good. We have already completed the hospitalization procedures for Mr. Cheng's friend."

Lin Liekai nodded, and seeing Cheng Yan who was still outside the consulting room, he rushed over quickly: "How is it? What's wrong with your friend? What did the doctor say?"

Cheng Yan stared at him blankly, the corners of his eyes were reddish, and Lin Liekai was frightened when he looked at him.

"Advanced lung cancer." He said softly, "Experts have already gone in for consultation, and there may still be a lot of tests to be done."

Just now in the coffee room, just after he finished that sentence, this woman suddenly passed out in front of him, scaring him and Kong Jiayu to the core.

Lin Liekai said "ah": "Who is this you?"

Cheng Yan's mouth was tightly closed, and it took a long time before he said: "A neighbor aunt of my family used to take good care of me and my sister."

It's not that I want to deceive this person, but that I really have no way to speak.

How should I say it? ... This is the person who killed me more than ten years ago. Now that I am alive, I want to use her to investigate the past?

It’s ridiculous.

Lin Liekai nodded, not suspicious.This little fool will be kind to the people around him in this way. After receiving a little kindness from others, he will wholeheartedly think about repaying it.

"Don't be too sad, there is nothing you can do about it." He comforted in a soft voice.

He suddenly frowned again, and patted Chengyan's head anxiously: "Why is the hair all wet? Did it rain?"

Cheng Yan looked at him, with a dazed face on Junxiu's face: "Ah... yes, I got a little wet."

Kong Jiayu is a qualified assistant, and he prepared a change of clothes in the car in case of emergencies. Seeing that Cheng Yan was soaked when he got into the car, he rushed to change it for him, but after all, there was no hair dryer, and Cheng Yan Yan's head was always wet.

Lin Liekai grabbed his hand: "The doctor consults, it's pointless for you to guard, come with me!"

He randomly found an empty luxury ward in the corridor, went in and searched, and sure enough, there were everything in the bathroom of this high-end private ward.

He took out the hair dryer, and pushed Cheng Yan onto the chair in the ward.

In the rumbling wind, he gently stroked Cheng Yan's shiny black but damp hair, and shouted: "Don't feel uncomfortable anymore, you know? Don't worry, we will help her find the best doctor, use the best medicine. No matter what, do your best!"

Cheng Yan closed his eyes: "Yes, I know."

The mood that had been turbulent since the morning seemed to have gradually calmed down.In my heart, I am not so empty anymore.

His body, which had been shivering from the cold, seemed to become warmer under the gentle blowing of the hot wind.

"Lin Lie Kai," he called out his full name in a low voice, feeling sore in his heart, "thank you..."

Lin Liekai still caught the thank you in the sound of the hair dryer, and his hands paused, feeling distressed and sad.

Reaching out his hand to turn Cheng Yan's face, he stared carefully and said seriously: "Little fool. If you keep saying thank you, I'm really going to be angry."

Cheng Yan met him with slightly blank eyes, but did not answer.

After a long while, he smiled sadly.

No, I'm not thanking you for your help, but thanking you for being by my side at this time.