My black fans are always online

"I have a story here." Cheng Yan lowered his eyelashes and asked lightly, "Would you like to hear it?"

Lin Liekai looked at him deeply: "Is it a story, not the truth?"

Cheng Yan smiled lightly: "I think it's true, but there's no evidence for it in many places, and it sounds as unbelievable as a story."

Lin Liekai's eyes were dim: "If you believe it, I will believe it too."

Cheng Yan was silent for a while, and slowly said: "This story was told to me by the person you used to like, Chen Yan."

Lin Liekai's eyes shrank suddenly, as if something had stabbed his spine severely, and he sat up straight.

"He worked part-time at Xinger, and I participated in idol programs on Xinger. He took good care of me, and we had countless topics to talk about."

Lin Liekai stared at him, breathing slightly heavier.

"You... talk about music, talk about creation, right?",

Cheng Yan nodded: "Yes. Once he was drunk, he told me this story."

His voice was low and sad: "Once upon a time, there was a child who grew up in an orphanage. He didn't have any good music education. But he liked to sing and dance since he was a child. When he was a teenager, he went to the orphanage every day. I eavesdrop on people playing musical instruments in a piano store; I also like to go to a nearby dance classroom alone, and learn how to dance from other teachers from outside the window.

"After a long time, it is inevitable that people will find out. Or he was lucky. At that time, he met good people. The teacher in the guitar shop loves talents. It doesn't matter if he teaches him one more time; the coach in the dance studio said to him , If you mop the floor for me after dance practice, it will be credited to the tuition fee.

"This child is very happy. He has been studying so happily for several years. In the piano store and dance studio, he soon made progress much faster than other children."

Cheng Yan paused for a while in a daze, and then continued: "He really likes the stage, he can sing and dance for a long time in front of the mirror by himself, imagining that he is on stage, and he is very happy."

Lin Liekai looked at him silently, a trace of unbearable pain finally flashed in his eyes.

He has listened to many interviews with Chen Yan. Many years ago, that energetic and enthusiastic young man on stage also said that he could practice tirelessly for hours in front of a simple mirror.

"Later, he encountered an opportunity, was selected by a small company, and started a secret training camp. He practiced dancing and singing with several boy group members, and even became the captain.

"He is an orphan and has no family. He eats and lives with these team members in the company. He has the same pure ideals and motivation. Most of these teammates are younger than him. In his eyes, they are no different from his brothers. .

Lin Liekai whispered: "Then, they made their debut."

Cheng Yan smiled slightly, his expression seemed to be lost in some kind of nostalgia: "Yeah... I was really happy at that time."

Lin Liekai stared blankly at him, suddenly a strange feeling came to his mind.

When Cheng Yan looked up and saw his expression, his heart trembled, and he hurriedly lowered his eyes: "That man's boy group is really popular, and he has many, many fans. Together with his friends, he has become the leader of the team. Started to publish original songs, and for a while, the scenery was unparalleled and the limelight was strong.

"But as they become popular, they will also encounter problems that many people will encounter. For example, all kinds of unavoidable entertainment, such as commercial performances for money, and... some sensual occasions that should not be attended at all.

"At that time, their manager was very cold-blooded and strict, and he often took the players out in private. But this young man was stubborn and disobedient. Gradually, when encountering such things, he not only refused to go, but also protected him. The other team members led them to defy the orders of the company and the manager.

"He is very stubborn, and often encourages other team members in private, as long as we sing and dance well and speak with our strength, we don't have to be afraid of being suppressed by the company or forced by our agent.

The muscles on Lin Liekai's face twitched, and he whispered: "He will suffer."

Cheng Yan smiled: "Yes. He actually knows it too, but he still naively believes that as long as he works hard to make money for the company, everything will gradually get better."

Lin Liekai gritted his teeth, the sadness in his heart was like overwhelming.

Nothing gets better, they take a sharp turn for the worst.

"The contradiction between him and his agent is getting bigger and bigger, but both of them can give each other the last step. After all, it's not a deep hatred, but they have different ideas.

"Later, one time, the manager told him and another lead that instead of being exploited by the company like this, he should find a way to lead them to work alone. Only by going solo can they really become famous. As for any boy group, they all ended up disbanding. life, without exception.

"That companion was moved, but of course the captain didn't do it. He felt that he was really happy when he was with his brothers, regardless of how much money he had. The manager didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't mention it, and then Suddenly one day, he...was called to a nightclub to accompany him for a drink."

Lin Liekai cried out unbearably: "Why is he going? Isn't he always the one who takes the lead in resisting?"

Is that the nightclub where the accident happened?Is that night? !

Cheng Yan smiled, and that smile was faint: "He has to go....Because the manager said that if he doesn't go, let the youngest team member go."

Lin Liekai closed his eyes, feeling a sharp pain in his heart.

"After he went there, he couldn't find a box, so he met a lady in the hall with torn clothes, crying for help, saying that he had been trafficked, beaten and detained here.

"She begged him to help her out, saying that she had no one to turn to. If he didn't help, she would be dead."

Lin Liekai stared at him blankly: "He will definitely help, right?"

Cheng Yan nodded gently: "Yes. But before he had time to call the police, someone rushed over to arrest the girl with a knife. He had no choice but to fight with them, and later, he was scratched face, cut off fingers."

He spoke calmly, but Lin Liekai on the opposite side finally roared, grabbed the tablecloth on the dining table with his hands, and grabbed the tablecloth viciously to death.

"Then, what happened to the ecstasy?!"

Cheng Yan looked out of the window, only to retract after a long time.

"The person who told me this story didn't understand why at the beginning." He said calmly, "He thought that the hooligans probably gave it to him when they saw the police coming."

He sighed: "But there is no way to prove this kind of thing, and no one believes it. What's more, when the police arrived, even the lady who called for help disappeared without a trace. Everything seemed like a nightmare."

Lin Liekai listened silently, with red threads in his eyes.

Cheng Yan smiled bitterly, with sad and angry eyes: "Then, after the accident, it took him a full ten years to pay off the compensation to the merchant, which is a full 200 ​​million."

Lin Liekai's hand holding the tablecloth suddenly froze.

Huge fear and regret surged in his heart, and his body began to tremble in an instant.

200 million, no one knows that the ruined boy will still be burdened with a huge sum of 200 million in his long life!

He murmured: "He is disfigured and unable to appear on stage, where can he get so much money to pay back this money?"

Cheng Yan didn't answer right away.

After a while, he said softly: "He can sell songs. His face is ruined and his fingers are crippled, but his talent cannot be stolen."

Lin Liekai stared blankly at him, and suddenly opened his mouth in disbelief: "He, he sold it to?..."

Cheng Yan nodded lightly: "Yes, he sold to Shen Muqing's studio."

The cloudy sky outside was getting brighter, and the lights in the restaurant were on. It was broad daylight, supplemented by an unnatural white light source, which shone on Lin Liekai's face, pale and shocked.

Lin Liekai suddenly hugged his head, and felt as if something was burning in his heart, the pain was unstoppable.

So, those songs that he thinks have a beautiful style of music, but those songs that Shen Mu sang softly always seem exaggerated, those songs that dominate the golden song charts every year, are they all written by that person?

"He... wrote for ten years, until he died?" Lin Liekai asked in a low voice.

Cheng Yan nodded: "When he told me this story, he happily said that his debt would be paid off soon. From now on, he can stop selling songs.

"He said that he wanted to give it a try. Perhaps the world would not mind if he published it under his own name. Maybe it would give a reformed person a chance?"

Lin Liekai lowered his head in pain, his voice choked up uncontrollably: "But he...he has no fault to correct."

"It's not important." Cheng Yan said indifferently, "Anyway, when he thought he was about to start again, everything was over again."

... In the spacious and bright living room, it was as quiet as a tomb.

"That's the end of the story he told me." After a long time, Cheng Yan continued, "Until he died, he thought it was his own bad luck, and thought those things were accidents."

Lin Liekai raised his head, his eyes slowly turned from fear to despair: "Think? So... it wasn't an accident. So is there really a trap?"

Cheng Yan smiled, a little bit bitterly, a little miserable.

He stood up: "Let's go, I'll take you to meet someone. If it's later, she may not be able to speak. "

... In the private ward, Li Qi stared at the man who walked in with her eyes wide open in a daze.

Outside the ward, Cheng Yan sat on the stool by the door, quietly looking at the opposite white wall, silent like a statue.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the ward finally opened.

Lin Liekai's face was pale, and he staggered out from inside.His eyes fell on Cheng Yan's face, he stared at it for a long time, and finally sat down beside him.

Stretching out his hands to hug his head, he grabbed the hair fiercely and let go.

After going back and forth for a long time, he buried his head and finally let out a deep sob.

The sobbing was very suppressed, there was no other sound in the quiet corridor, only the uncontrollable sadness of a man.

Cheng Yan listened to the intermittent sobbing, and his nostrils were sore.He raised his head, and the tears that almost overflowed his eyes finally stopped flowing.

He stretched out his hand and gently hugged the man beside him.

"Don't be sad." He said softly, "God is still fair, at least he didn't let everything be buried in the ground, and finally someone knew his injustice."

Lin Liekai shrugged his shoulders, and his voice was hoarse as if he had been burned by something: "He's dead!... For ten years before his death, no one knew his injustice, and no one knew his injustice after he died!"

He raised his head and looked at Cheng Yan with grief: "Except for you and me, no one knows his wrongdoing!"

He suddenly stretched out his fist, and slammed his fist hard at the wall beside him. This fist was filled with unresolved rage and grief, and immediately left a small bloodstain on the hard wall!

Cheng Yan grabbed him, looked at the bruise on his fist, felt pain and shock: "What are you doing!"

Lin Liekai didn't speak, but suddenly broke free from him again, punched him again, and hit the wall again, the bright red flowed down the back of his hand, meandering, and fell into his sleeve.

His heart is full of hatred, full of fear, and also has irresolvable anger and despair!

All the clues are like bright lines, and in these chains of coincidence or deliberate conspiracy, his biological father provided the initial possibility.

Without the 500 million he casually lent out, that femme fatale Wu Jing'an would not have the guts to fight back;

Without the support of start-up funds, Wu Jing'an could neither pull Shen Muqing away, nor could he spend a mere 200 million to kill Chen Yan, who was talented but had no future.

His heart seemed to be sliced ​​open by something, his lungs and throat seemed to be corroded by sulfuric acid, he wanted to destroy everything, including that Wu Jing'an, and that Shen Muqing!

However, is the origin of all this really his father?

"Yanyan... the real murderer, am I right?" He looked absently at the sad-eyed young man in front of him, "If I hadn't been young and flamboyant and came out of the closet indiscriminately, my father wouldn't be so prejudiced against Chen Yan. He wouldn't lend money to Wu Jing'an. He, he wouldn't..."

"No!" Cheng Yan suddenly grabbed his wrist fiercely, his voice trembling, "You must not think like that!"

The blood on the back of Lin Liekai's hand flowed down in streams and dripped on the ten fingers of the two people. Cheng Yan felt the stickiness on his hands, so he stood up suddenly and rushed to the nearby nurse's station.

After a while, he ran back with gauze and iodophor, silently helped Lin Liekai clean the wound, and then bandaged it.

He gently took Lin Liekai's hand and wrapped it in his own. On his pale face, his dark eyes gleamed, gentle but firm: "It's never wrong to like someone and say it out. Anyone who shows his true feelings , will be like this."

Lin Liekai's eyes were red: "But..."

"There's nothing wrong with it!" Cheng Yan's voice was soft, but decisive, "No one should be guilty of love. Beautiful things are destroyed. The person who should feel guilty should never be the one who likes it, but the destroyer!"

This man had loved him for two lifetimes, without him knowing it.

He treated him better than anyone else, from the bottom of his heart to the top of his heart.

It would be too absurd and too cruel for such a person to take anger and blame him for that kind of thing. ...

"Listen, I will never allow you to have any more random thoughts." Cheng Yan said every word, his white teeth were clenched tightly, "If you are the one who repented, what should you do to the person who really made a mistake?" What to do? If the ones who blame and suffer are irrelevant people, then should the real criminals go free?!"

Lin Liekai clenched his fist tightly, and the blood that had just stopped seeped out of the gauze again.

But those were his eyes, already beginning to light up.

"You're right. Idiots would sit here and cry bitterly, complaining about the injustice of fate." He suddenly smiled, his eyes flashing fiercely, like a carnivore, "Then, God is not fair, let's come Give him fairness! This world has been cheated, we help him prove it back!"

The author has something to say: I will tell everyone that the original Chen Yan will be punished, and let the world know, don't worry!