My black fans are always online

The last episode of "Great Reconciliation of Enemies" lasted for one hour, four and 10 minutes. The night when it was broadcast in one breath, it set an astonishing new high in ratings.

Those who watch it are not only variety show lovers, but also ordinary audiences.

The live broadcast that happened on that rainy night completely shocked everyone, and then the press conference of the program group was also warmed up in advance, and the police reported that Shen Muqing was injured and Wu Jingan fell into the river. People have attracted the attention of countless people.

After watching this variety show, related discussions and hot news have never stopped.

Framed injustice, old stories, ghostwriting plagiarism, and finally being killed... It's not just entertainment news, behind this is a living human life, it's a legal case.

The last episode of the variety show was closely connected with the old incident ten years ago, the details were surprisingly similar, and countless media began to dig deep into everything in the past.

After digging into the past ten years ago, almost everyone was horrified to find that this episode of the variety show is really a replica of real-life events.

The agents and accomplices played by Tong Tong and Ya Yilun correspond to Wu Jing'an and fellow villagers he hired in reality; the great writer who accepts ghostwriting played by Shen Muqing corresponds to himself in reality; It was Li Qi, the witness mentioned in the police report.

Cheng Yan played the role of a small screenwriter under his guidance. In reality, he also had an inseparable friendship with the deceased Chen Yan.

In the plot, the genius writer Han Yuan who was framed, disfigured, and deprived of the authorship of his works, his name is a homonym for "injustice", corresponding to the real victim Chen Yan in reality.

Ten years ago, the person who was cast aside by public opinion, abandoned by fans, had his fingers cut off, ruined his beautiful face, and was reduced to being beaten by everyone, but still lived a frank and clear life, finally, one year after he was murdered, All grievances were cleared away, smiling again, and alive in the public's memory.

Former fans cried in pain, ordinary passers-by sighed and sighed, the neglected old post bar became lively again, and countless mourning and sad new posts sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

……

The police report on the case was very timely. When it was released again, it was stated that the murderer hired by Wu Jingan had confessed to killing Chen Yan, and the cancer patient Li Qi also recorded a statement before his death, identifying the murderer and giving a testimony.

But Wu Jing'an, the real instigator who hired murderers to kill, has no choice but to go to jail.

After he was fished out of the river, after rescue, although he recovered his life, the huge impact and long-term drowning resulted in broken spine and high paraplegia.

Although the law can still convict and sentence him, this kind of high paraplegic patient can only be executed outside the prison, and it is impossible to keep him in prison.

Of course, for a patient who can't take care of himself and has to eat, drink, and sleep in bed, it doesn't seem to make much difference whether he lives in prison or paralyzes on a hospital bed without dignity.

The days passed quickly, and it was mid-July.

This year's summer vacation, Qin Xiaofeng and Zheng Qingqing have already graduated from senior year. The employment prospects of students majoring in conducting are actually not very optimistic. There is a shortage of professional theater troupes, and they can't learn anything if they go to too low-level private performance companies. I ran a lot of places for interviews, but there has been no progress.

On this day, two people complained about their suffering in the group, and several group administrators were comforting them, and a small flame that had not been online for a long time appeared.

"You are such an excellent girl, there must be places to rush for."

Zheng Qingqing cried and said: "Sister Huomiao, it would be great if I could meet a boss like you!"

After a while, sister Ling'er suddenly went online and knocked on the two of them privately.

"Send me a copy of your resume. I have some contacts in the circle, so I can vote for you."

After saying this for a few days, both of them received interview calls at the same time. After two rounds of interviews, a large performance company hired them both at the same time!

The two of them were overjoyed, they both knew that it was due to sister Linger, and after expressing their gratitude, they were ready to start working.

The night before they officially went to work, a huge express package was delivered to their hands.

Each person has three sets of expensive brand-name business attire, and there is also a set of light luxury brand accessories, including necklaces, bracelets, and earrings, all of which are very suitable for the workplace.

Zheng Qingqing's family background is considered good, but she can't afford to wear this kind of clothes. She checked the prices of clothes and jewelry on the official website, and it was almost 10 yuan per person. At this moment, she and Qin Xiaofeng were terrified.

Looking at the sender, the signature is Little Flame? !

The two hurriedly went to QQ to leave a message for Xiao Huomiao, and soon, sister Xiao Huomiao replied: "We have known each other for almost a year, so it can be considered fate. Let this be your graduation gift, come on!"

The two girls were both moved and embarrassed, and after a long time of refusal, Little Huomiao wrote back: "You have done so many things for the group, which already took up extra of your time. Besides, you have been working harder recently."

Indeed, there have been a lot of things going on in the group recently.

In Cheng Yan's official support club, they are the earliest managers, and they are also the veterans among the fans. They have been doing a lot of support and other work by themselves.

Although Wang Ling is the decision-maker and gatekeeper, many specific affairs depend on the spontaneous services of loyal fans, and they need to devote a lot of energy in daily life.

For example, recently, Cheng Yan's fans are secretly discussing something.

The first anniversary of Chen Yan's death is coming soon.

As a fan of Cheng Yan, everyone knows that their idol has a very good relationship with that person. Before Chen Yan was alive, the two had been friends for years. During the summer vacation last year, that person was unfortunately killed, but their idol was Luckily survived the fire.

And more than a month ago, the person they liked did an earth-shattering thing. He helped the poor person who died unjustly, avenged his grievances, avenged him, and gave him justice.

Since he is the idol of his idol, many of Cheng Yan's fans were inevitably curious, so they looked for the past videos of Chen Yan.

Seeing this, many people couldn't help crying secretly.

That person really looks like their little Phoenix.

The same talent, the same singing and dancing, the same experience of so much suffering, but still tenacious and tenacious, still holding the original kindness to this world.

The difference is that after more than ten years of dark days, the former boy still fell like a meteor, but their little phoenix was fortunately reborn from the ashes and shined brilliantly.

I want to do something for that person, just like their idols.

……

On this day in mid-July, the weather was cloudy and the temperature was hot.

In a designated hospital in the outer suburbs, there is an ordinary orthopedic ward with six rooms.

An unpleasant smell of excrement filled the ward. The nurse had just arrived for routine medical care. Some patients were accompanied by nurses, while others were lying alone on the bed.

The door of the ward opened.

A well-dressed young man walked in. He was handsome, but there were some obvious blue under the eye circles, showing the traces of too much night life.

He went straight to the No. 2 hospital bed by the door, sat on the bench familiarly, yawned, and said to the man on the hospital bed: "Angkor, let me help you find all the best relatives in your family." It took a lot of effort to drive away. If it weren't for me, your little family property would really be swallowed up by them."

Half of the face of the man on the bed was tilted, and some saliva leaked slightly.He stared at the young man with resentful eyes, and let out a hoarse "Hehe" sound from his throat: "Zhou, Yunying..."

Zhou Yunying raised her eyebrows and smiled sarcastically: "Angkor, don't blame me. I'm not greedy for the money. I donated it to Hope Primary School and Chunlei Project for you, really."

Wu Jing'an stared at him resentfully: "You...you bastard..."

Zhou Yunying shrugged: "If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do. Who told you that the person you offended was too vicious? Young Master Lin forced me to do it, and I dare not disobey. People have said that people like you are not worthy of holding those ignorant people. If you live in a high-end ward, you only deserve to be paralyzed half-dead, unable to survive or die."

Wu Jing'an clenched her teeth, her face twitched.

Zhou Yunying gave a "tsk tsk" sound: "It's no wonder why, who told you to kill the idol he was obsessed with when he was a child? Do you know what day it is today? Today is the anniversary of the death of the Chen Yan you killed."

He approached Wu Jing'an, carefully scrutinizing his suddenly distorted and shocked face: "Speaking of which, I really admire Angkor. The most I dare to push people downstairs is that I did it for several nights in a row It’s a nightmare. You really started killing people.”

Wu Jing'an suddenly spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and sprayed it towards his face, but the muscles on his face were weak, and the thick phlegm only flew a little distance before falling halfway, and landed on his own bed sheet.

Zhou Yunying dodged back in disgust, then suddenly reached out and slapped him hard!

"I've wanted to hit you for a long time! After I came out of Silver Star, I was desperate, so you took advantage of this time to sign me with such a low price and harsh contract. I thought I could get a little better by enduring such a low price Well, in the end, did you find resources for me? All you found for me were benefactors! Every time you force me to do this or that, do you think I am willing?!"

His handsome face was full of resentment, he gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice, "Other managers help artists find resources, you will always help me find wine bureaus, pimp!"

Someone next to him couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help shouting: "Hey, you young man, why do you treat your relatives like this? Paralysis is bad enough. Not only did your family not spend money to hire a nurse for him, but there were a lot of bedsores on his body. Why are you still hitting people?"

Zhou Yunying turned her head coldly: "Who is his relative? This person, everyone has betrayed his relatives, and no one alone remembers what is good about him."

He took a few miserable photos of Wu Jingan with his mobile phone, and deliberately took a close-up of the red finger prints on his face, and then Shi Shiran stood up: "I'm leaving Angkor, Lin Shao said, and I will call you in the future." I am responsible for coming to 'take care of' you often, and he will let go of the mistakes I made in the past. Don't worry, I will come often."

……

Outside the cemetery in a corner of the city, Lin Liekai was sitting in the car, looking at the photos sent from his mobile phone, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Beside him, Cheng Yan looked at him curiously: "What, you are so happy watching?"

Lin Liekai smiled: "It's okay, I feel very good when I see an emoji of a villain."

The phone rang, and the secretary's voice came, a little uneasy: "Young Master Lin, the situation is inconvenient. I think you and Mr. Cheng should not come here."

Lin Liekai was taken aback: "Why?"

"There are too many people in front of Mr. Chen Yan's tombstone." The secretary had obviously arrived there ahead of time, "There are many fans from the past, and some girls are crying."

He paused: "The tombstone is full of flowers, and they are all placed on both sides of the road. Most of them are spontaneously created by Chen Yan's fans. The large commemorative photo wall you customized is at the bottom of the tombstone. By the way, there is also Cheng Yan's official photo. The support club sent a lot of flower baskets. There are also many reporters, but the order is very good, no one interviews indiscriminately, and they just quietly take some photos."

Lin Liekai frowned anxiously: "Then why don't we go after all the reporters are gone?"

The secretary whispered: "It's not so easy to leave, everyone is guarding. The main reason is that there are many people from the entertainment industry who came to express their condolences. They are catching news... Ah, I saw the gold medal producer Liu Zifeng."

Beside him, Cheng Yan whispered: "Let's just forget about it. It's fine if we want it."

Lin Liekai was about to hang up the phone angrily, when suddenly his secretary exclaimed in a low voice: "Young Master Lin! You, your father is here, he..."

Lin Liekai sat up straight suddenly and called, "What is he doing here?!"

The secretary's voice was full of fear: "Mr. Lin is very formally dressed, and he is standing in front of Mr. Chen's tombstone with a large bouquet of white chrysanthemums...ah, he bowed three times! The reporters are frantically filming Woolen cloth!"

Lin Liekai gritted his white teeth, hung up the phone abruptly, with a gloomy face, and punched the leather seat beside him.

Cheng Yan looked at him, stretched out his hand, held his fist gently, and gently opened his fingers one by one, and the fingers slowly intertwined.

"Don't be like this, it's all over." He looked at the lush cemetery in the distance, with an indifferent expression, "Although Boren died because of him, it wasn't him who wanted to kill Boren after all."

"But if it wasn't for him..."

"No, but it has already happened." Cheng Yan looked at him seriously, "Sooner or later, what happened would happen. Without your father's unintentional push, Wu Jing'an would definitely find other opportunities to attack."

He sighed wistfully: "Your father must be tossing and turning these days, feeling uneasy."

Lin Liekai still couldn't help himself: "Yeah, his personality is self-willed and assertive. It's harder than going to heaven for him to admit his mistakes!"

"So by coming here today, he has already admitted his mistake in front of everyone."

Lin Liekai said angrily: "What's the use of that? It's good for him to come and silently apologize and bow, so he can let go of his guilt?"

Cheng Yan pointed in the direction of the cemetery from a distance: "I know that person well. If he knew him, seeing so many people mourning him today, he would not be full of regrets about this world, let alone hate you all the time. Father's."

"But I just don't want to forgive him. You can't be soft-hearted and forgive him!"

Cheng Yan finally smiled slightly: "I didn't forgive you, I don't have that much obsession."

He looked at the cemetery over there from a distance, and suddenly turned his head to look at Lin Liekai, his heart pounding: "By the way, there is one thing, I suddenly remembered, who bought this cemetery? It's a rich fan in the past, and he didn't leave his name..."

Lin Liekai blushed, and he sat up straight awkwardly: "Ah, you, you guessed it right. At that time, I saw this in the news, and I felt very sad. After all, I was the only one I ever liked. idol, so I just... didn't spend any money."

Cheng Yan stared at him blankly, with a sore nose, unable to say anything for a while.

"It's really you..." He murmured, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the cheek of the man in front of him. The tenderness in his heart was like waves after waves, making his heart ache.

Although the lights are turned off after death, there is no big difference whether there is a decent place to rest after death, or whether the bones are buried in the wilderness, but knowing that this person sent away his past self and came back to him again, he will still endure it. It can't help but make people feel trance and agitation.

Lin Liekai looked at his strange expression, feeling a little uneasy in his heart: "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Yan involuntarily leaned forward and sealed him with his warm and trembling lips.

Everything is the best result, what a miserable and lonely past life God gave him, what a wonderful and wonderful future God gave him now.

After a long time, he slowly loosened his lips and coughed in disguise: "You can't always have a cold war with your father. Are you really sure that you don't want him to attend in the future?"

Lin Liekai raised his head abruptly, and looked at the smiling young man beside him in surprise, "What are you attending?"

Cheng Yan's face turned a little red, spreading from the jade-white cheeks to the roots of his ears.

"Attend to our future wedding...you fool." He muttered, his eyes dodged, but the light in his eyes was crystal clear, reflecting the scorching summer sun outside the car window.

Lin Liekai's eyes widened suddenly, his handsome brows were full of joy: "You...what did you say?!"

Cheng Yan blushed, and whispered: "Boss Jin said that we will release another record during the Spring Festival next year, and we will be able to hold a concert tour the year after next year. At that time, I will also hold a concert in the United States."

Lin Liekai gradually understood in his heart.

He moved his cheeks closer, and the smile in his eyes was like a rising tide, overflowing unstoppably: "Why are you going to America?"

Cheng Yan lowered his head, and his clear and beautiful voice trembled because of shyness: "You said it yourself, over there... same-sex marriage at the age of 21."