My black fans are always online

Early the next morning, Cheng Yan asked the program crew for leave and jumped on the bus in front of the TV station.

After sitting for more than a dozen stops and changing cars halfway, he came to a remote village in the city.

He has walked this commute for four or five years, and he is already very familiar with it.

After several years of resident singing in bars and underground bands, he finally found a fairly stable job in a TV station, but the salary was too low and the rent was high, so he had to live far away.

The small roads in the villages in the city are narrow, and there are private wires stretched overhead, which are as dense as spider webs, and those who return late and come early are lazily guarded by the roadside.

Cheng Yan walked to the breakfast stand at the fork on the left, and ordered the same soy milk and fried dough sticks as before. Seeing the boss's completely unfamiliar eyes to him, he felt a little disappointed.

His original key had been lost in the fire. He knelt down and was about to get a spare key under the door mat, but his eyes fell on the keyhole, and he was taken aback for a moment.

No, the keyhole is broken!

His heart trembled: If he didn't go home for a few days, did he break into an empty door?

Holding his breath, he pushed lightly, and sure enough, the door opened.In the small living room, everything was a mess.

The crude furniture was all overturned, the things inside were turned everywhere, the clothes were scattered all over the place, and even the mattress on the small bed was cut open, revealing the rusty springs and dirty cotton wadding inside .

The more than 1000 yuan in cash for emergency use under the pillow disappeared, but why did the stack of manuscripts for the two latest songs disappear on the simple workbench?

One piece has been completed to a high degree, and the other piece is more than half done, and I still want to continue to refine it. The thief who broke into the house took the money and forgot, what else did he do with these worthless scores?

Cheng Yan searched all over the room, and finally confirmed one thing, the stack of manuscripts really disappeared.

He sat slumped on the bench and sighed.

He reached out and pulled out the shoe boxes under the bed, and opened one of them. Fortunately, the composition book that he had jotted down over the past few years was still there.

Scattered, some are flashes of inspiration, and some are relatively complete compositions and arrangements.

He put back all the overturned furniture and tidied up the house.Sitting down on the scratched mattress, he found the landlord's business card at the door and called it.

"Ms. Xu? The 2 building 101 you rented out in Chunyu New Village was rented by my friend." He said cautiously, "He recently had a car accident and is in the hospital. He plans to go back to his hometown in the future. ... Yes, no Rented."

On the phone, the landlady's tone was fierce and urgent: "This is your friend breaking the contract. I won't refund the three-month rent I just paid!"

Cheng Yan took a deep breath: "It should be, I'm not here to ask for a refund, I'm just helping him. Also, the furniture in your room has a small amount of damage, so just deduct it from the deposit."

The rent for a whole quarter was paid just before the accident, and it was more than 5000 yuan.Add to that the deposit of 2000 yuan, and that's all there is to it.

Sitting blankly on the broken mattress, he took out the old mobile phone of the original owner and began to search for news.

As soon as he came back from rebirth, he participated in the competition non-stop, and met that troublesome dude again, and he didn't dare to check the news of the fire in the dormitory.

Until now, he was able to sit down alone and look for a little news about himself.

...no news.

Except for the exaggerated and sensational reports of a few gossip media at the beginning, there is nothing else.

The tones of those words are all the same, first they regret his short-lived life, then lament his miserable death, and finally, they all come to the same conclusion: people, you must be clean and self-respecting, and you must not make mistakes in your actions Take half a step, or you will ruin your life.

Cheng Yan looked at the last few lines silently, feeling bitterness in his heart: But, how did he really miss anything?

And this kind of news, like his previous life, was quickly submerged in more information.

After staring silently for a while, he finally saw the news he wanted in one place.

Established many years ago, it is now a barren post bar.

At that time, there was no Weibo, and many movie fans gathered in places like Tieba, which was as lively as a website today.

At the top is the once-hot post, and you can still see the love expressed by countless enthusiastic fans.Looking back, it was the intense reaction of the fans after that incident happened.

From the disbelief at the beginning, to the crying and crying, and then to countless people turning black.

The police proved that he carried ecstasy and fought with people in nightclubs for girls sitting on stage. As soon as the news came out, all the fans were in pain and felt that they had been deceived the most.

Next, the reporter secretly took photos of his disfigurement on the hospital bed.

No matter how faithful he is, or even like him to the point of insanity, in front of such ugly and hideous photos, it may be difficult to maintain the persistent liking in the past.

How much I loved in the past, how painful and disgusting it will be after knowing the ugly face behind the person I like.

……

Among these old posts, the latest one is about his death and the time and place of his burial.

"The former singer Chen Yan suffered a fire accident and passed away on July 7, XX. My friend helped with the cremation ceremony, and properly selected the ashes to be placed in the suburban 'Anyuan' cemetery. Please remember old friends and fans."

There are still some comments below, most of them are old fans from many years ago.

After seeing related news, there are always some soft-hearted girls who come to look at the old place again, and leave patterns of candles under the news of the death of the person they liked when they were young.

That's all.

Cheng Yan stared blankly at that post. Who is the friend who will take care of his funeral?

In the past combination and his best Shen Muqing, right?Except that he has maintained a relationship with himself in private over the years, there is no one else.

Even Wu Hong, the little tail by his side before, gradually lost contact with him.

After sitting in the rented house for a while, he got up and looked around, finally picked out a few decent clothes that he could wear, picked up the classical guitar in the corner that he bought at a big price, and finally went out.

The bank card in the rental house was lost along with the cash, and his own ID card was burned along with the wallet in the fire. Without the ID card, there was no way to reissue the bank card, which became an endless loop.

From now on, he has nothing to do with that identity, and everything will eventually be erased.

It was summer, and the sun outside was getting hotter and hotter. He was walking along the small road in the village in the city with his guitar on his back. When he reached a three-way intersection, he was suddenly bumped by a woman.

The figure passed by, his footsteps were a bit floating, Cheng Yan glanced at it indifferently, and didn't make a sound, but after walking a few steps forward, a string in his mind suddenly twitched.

The figure... the haggard profile under the battered sun hat.

A certain image floated up in his mind. On a hot day, he suddenly felt a jolt.

The woman who caught him at the TV station's security stairs the night of the fire?

He suddenly turned his head and looked anxiously, but there were scattered people passing by at the three-fork intersection, but the woman was no longer there.

Under the scorching sun, the faces of the women passing by were sweaty and exhausted. He took a closer look and was about to continue chasing forward, but the phone in his hand rang.

"Brother Hu? Are you looking for me?" His eyes wandered, and he continued to search desperately, while pressing the answer button.

Hu Fan's anxious voice came from the summer, as if sparking: "You must hold back, don't force yourself, let him say what you want, you pretend to be an ostrich, understand? Let him get angry, after a while Of course I can’t remember you coming, but please don’t respond again!”

The noise in the village outside the city was loud, and Cheng Yan finally had no energy to think about that woman anymore. He put the phone close to his ear, rolled up his slightly long sleeves, revealing a white arm: "Brother Hu, what are you talking about? What is it? "

Hu Fan was almost so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. Why didn't he realize that this is a fearless master?How dare you call Young Master Lin "what?"

"Master Lin, Lin Liekai! He's tearing you up on Weibo!" He yelled, "Don't post on Weibo these days, just pretend to be cowardly, understand?"

But that Young Master Lin is indeed nothing.Didn't he just smash a bottle of wine, lose the money, and apologize, and still be so persistent, is it interesting?

Cheng Yan raised his eyebrows and finally understood: "Oh, I understand. Don't worry, Brother Hu, I won't mess with him."

Behind him, a woman's figure slowly came out of the canteen, holding a pack of low-end cigarettes just bought in her hand.

Her face was sallow, and she was a little more haggard than a few days ago. In the plastic bag in her hand, a blue medical record book and some medicine bottles could be vaguely seen.

Standing not far behind Cheng Yan, she lowered her head and lit a cigarette, her fingers trembling a little.

She didn't notice Cheng Yan who was on the phone not far away, but turned around and walked towards her rented room not far away.

It is only a small road away from the six-story building that Cheng Yan just walked out of.

"If you are free, you should post your own news on Weibo. There is no one in the company to help you take care of it. Take some selfies or something." Hu Fan urged, "Remember, don't talk nonsense, don't give I caused trouble. That Young Master Lin has thicker leg hair than us, so we can't afford to provoke him."

Cheng Yan agreed.He hung up the phone and opened his Weibo casually.

He has the password of this Weibo in his memory, but after all, he has just changed his identity, and he even has a little subtle resistance, and he doesn't dare to spy on the traces of the original owner's life.

As soon as I opened it, I was taken aback by countless @, and after flipping through it for a while, I finally understood the general idea.

There were two heated discussions in total. One was the one brought up by Huang Yi and several judges after the last recording of the show, and the other was the hot search by Mr. Lin last night.

After watching in silence for a while, he logged in and simply posted a Weibo.

"From now on, live to die and live again."

I found a picture on the Internet and attached it.

On the screen, a cute little phoenix is ​​flapping its wings in the flames, with a few dumb hairs on its head, proudly facing the sky above its head.

……

As soon as Weibo was posted, there were several replies below.

Most of them laughed and watched: "Ahahaha, what does this mean? Reborn from the ashes?"

"Isn't that just calling yourself a phoenix!"

"Oh oh oh, let's help him @林玛凯!"

It's not too big of a deal to watch the excitement, there are not many comments on the original blog that actually interact with Cheng Yan, but there are a lot of direct @给林凯凯.

Lin Liekai, who was reading documents in the office, didn't look at his phone for a while, and frowned when he looked again.

He opened it casually, and immediately sat up straight.

Hey, the [-]th line posted on Weibo!

Staring at the cute little furry phoenix for a long time, he curled his lips and typed a few words in the forwarding box with his fingers. Just after he clicked the send button, a line of words popped up on the Weibo page.

"According to the other party's settings, you cannot perform this operation."

???

Was blocked!By that [-]th-line dumbass! !Just now!

Xiaodaimao Fenghuang Weibo, which was visible just now, can no longer be displayed, and comments can no longer be forwarded after swiping again!

Lin Liekai stared at the line dumbfounded, holding his breath in his chest: What the hell, he dared to blackmail me!

He must have lost his mind yesterday, so he worked tirelessly until late at night, and personally blackmailed more than a hundred fans who scolded Cheng Yan the most viciously!

Now go get them out!

He held the phone angrily, wanted to drop it, but couldn't.

Unexpectedly, he quickly re-registered a small account "Little Flame", which was as brand new as a blank sheet of paper, and rushed to pay attention to Cheng Yan.

After thinking and thinking, no, there must be a lot of people scolding Cheng Yan these days. This person is narrow-minded and will take revenge, so he won't clear all new fans, right?

He quickly changed his gender to "female", and carefully replied a life-saving comment under Cheng Yan's little Phoenix Weibo: "Little brother, I like you so much, go your own way, don't worry about it." Those people. Remember you are by your side, we will always be with you. Keep going, and wait for your rebirth from the ashes! Refill~~~”

Seeing his solitary confession standing stubbornly in the crowd of black mockers, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, revealing a malicious smile.

fight with me?hehe.

Walking on the asphalt road, Cheng Yan hopped on the bus, casually swiped Weibo again, just in time to see that soft and cute piece of encouragement.

He sat quietly in his seat, feeling a sudden softness and sourness in his heart.

"Thank you, let's work together. Smile.jpg".

Among the many comments, he chose this one and replied seriously word by word.

In the air-conditioned office, Lin Liekai looked at the reply. For a long time, he took a screenshot slowly, feeling a strange and triumphant satisfaction in his heart.

This IQ is really worrying, and he was so easily coaxed into turning around by himself!

While staring at it, suddenly a private message popped out from the top notification bar.

He was startled for no reason, hesitantly opened it, and a private message box of a person with the ID "Qing Qing Zi Jin" popped up.

"Sister, do you like Cheng Yan too!"

Lin Liekai wanted to ignore it, but the private messages over there kept popping out one after another: "I saw your message, and I saw that you were flipped! Envy~~~~ Are you the sister who went to the scene that day? ah?"

Lin Liekai frowned: What scene?

"No." He replied eccentrically.

"Then why do you like him?"

Lin Liekai didn't know why, but he still replied one by one with his hands cheaply: "Look at the photos."

"!!!" Zheng Qingqing turned her head and showed her phone to Qin Xiaofeng at the side during the class break, "This Yangou is so crazy, just looking at two headshots, you can fall in love so passionately!"

The author has something to say:

Lin Shao: Finally successfully penetrated into the enemy's interior!

Fan: How does this sound so pornographic...