Confessions of a retired star

Zhu Shisi ran out of the hospital and saw his dark blue Porsche at a glance. He got into the car without thinking, and Fang Ting sat in the driver's seat. After he put on his seat belt, he immediately stepped on the accelerator.

"Why are you dressed like this?"

Zhu Shisi looked at Fang Ting suspiciously. When he came back from Xinghai in the morning, he was still wearing a postman's costume, but now he was wearing a wide-brimmed fisherman's hat and glasses.

"I parked my car back and replaced it with yours. It's not easy to see the front with glasses and a hat. Others will think I'm your driver or your new assistant." Fang Ting raised the brim of the hat a little, "It's not easy to provoke gossip."

"A Tiao and the others were also arranged by you to help me out?"

"Yeah... I almost forgot," Fang Ting took out his phone and handed it to Zhu Shisi, "You transfer 5 yuan to him for me, and just say invite him and the brothers to dinner, and thank you alone when we are free some other day." he."

Zhu Shisi responded, wrote down A Tiao's number, and quietly used his account to transfer the money to A Tiao.

"Okay," Zhu Shisi stuffed the phone back into Fang Ting's pocket, rubbed his eyes, and said in a wet voice, "I really don't know what to do without you..."

Fang Ting turned his head and saw that Zhu Shisi's eyes were swollen, he slowly parked the car to the side of the road, and put his arms around his shoulder: "He has been rescued, don't be sad."

"I've been with him for nine years. I thought I cared enough about him, but I don't understand him at all. I'm really frustrated..."

"Don't blame yourself, at least he is still alive, and there will be a way out if he is alive. What to do next? Where to go? You arrange it."

"...I'm going to Mu Di's house," Zhu Shisi thought for a while, "but there must be a reporter over there, you send me not far from his house, go back first, and I'll come back when I'm done .”

As expected, there were several reporters standing in the compound downstairs of Mu Di. Fortunately, they didn't know the specific door number of Mu Di, so they could only sit and wait.

Zhu Shisi waited until the dead of night before going upstairs through another small door. He found the key under the flower pot in the dark and leaned carefully towards the wooden door. However, it was not locked, or there was no way to lock it at all. .

Pushing open the door, Zhu Shisi groped for the almost malfunctioning light switch on the wall. The lock appeared beside the door and fell into several parts. The area of ​​dark red blood gradually increased from the narrow entrance to the cramped living room. The overturned mahjong table was turned upside down on the ground, and in the pool of dried blood were scattered bowls and chopsticks, chargers, mosquito coils, a blunt kitchen knife, and a half-filled bottle of peach soda.

Zhu Shisi stepped on shallow blood marks and came to Mu Di's bedroom, and found a blood-stained mobile phone from the pillowcase he said.

The latest entry in the memo was written at eleven o'clock last night.

"250 million, 250, oh, what an ironic number, but I'm finally free, and I don't have to be ridiculed by this hateful number anymore. Goodbye, boring world."

In the dark bedroom, the mobile phone screen was the only light source. Zhu Shisi read the black words on it silently, and opened the second memo below. The time was [-]:[-] last night.

"Even if I am a worthless piece of trash, a maggot that anyone can trample on, there is still someone who wants to protect me. Sorry, my decision will definitely disappoint this person, but at least I did one thing right before I left. Well, I didn't betray him."

Zhu Shisi's pupils trembled tightly, the word "he" in the memo was hidden under the congealed blood, the cursor kept flickering after the period, Zhu Shisi rubbed the screen with the back of his clean hand, and the memo was touched back and forth It became a reverse chronological order, and the top one appeared in front of Zhu Shisi, which was written the year before last.

There is no text in it, only hundreds of photos, and the photos are Mu Di's diary. Zhu Shisi opened these handwritten diaries one by one, and the earliest one dates back to 11 years ago.

That year Mu Di was 14 years old. A year ago, when he was just entering the second year of junior high school, his mother ran away with another man, leaving Mu Di and his father Mu Chengyou to depend on each other.

Mu Chengyou was hit by his wife's cheating. He bought out his seniority from his work unit ahead of time. I owe a lot of gambling debts.

This year, Mu Di was often beaten. Mu Chengyou attributed his wife's escape to Mu Di's disobedience. Every time he was drunk, Mu Di was always beaten by him. He would cry and apologize to Mu Di, kneel down to him, slap himself, and ask Mu Di to forgive him and not go to his mother.

On the second day of his 14th birthday, it was a sunny afternoon in March, Mu Di wrote in his diary.

On the first day, Mu Chengyou bought him a cake for the first time, took him to a restaurant, and bought him a suit of clothes. At that time, Mu Di was already 1.7 meters tall. This was his only outfit except school uniform since he was in junior high school New clothes that fit.

Mu Di was very happy, and this careful happiness lasted until the next afternoon, before being taken into a taxi by Mu Chengyou.

The destination was a remote bar. Mu Di was pushed into the dark dance floor. A man who looked like a boss asked him to sit on a high stool next to him and sing along with the accompaniment. Mu Di sang obediently. After singing, he saw Mu Chengyou He took a wad of money from the boss with a smile on his face.

Anyway, your grades won't pass you into a good high school. Studying is useless, so it's better to come out early to make money.

You are about 1.7 meters tall, taller than your father, how can you count as a child laborer?

Don't you like to sing?Sing right here, for free, the whole bar is your audience.

Son, you must help dad, you are dad's only support, dad can't live without your support.

So Mu Di dropped out of school under Mu Chengyou's hard work, and started his career as a resident singer in bars.

He liked to sing since he was a child, and he is also very talented. This job is not harmful to him except that it is upside down day and night and almost all the salary has to be handed over to Mu Chengyou.

There is another point that Mu Di can't accept, but he must rely on it to earn tips and save some private money, that is, he will be favored or harassed by guests from time to time.

There are mostly male customers in the bar, and Mu Di is handsome, so he often becomes the target of teasing after drunken guests. Obscenities can be ignored, but it is very troublesome to use hands and feet.The boss taught Mu Di to be patient, and told him that being kind made money, and Mu Di could only bite the bullet and be taken advantage of by others. Fortunately, there were not many such cases, and most of the time, Mu Di could still sing with peace of mind.

This unsalty life has lasted for two years. Mu Di is 16 years old, and he is well-known in the bar circle, and some regular customers come here just for him.

He noticed a man, since half a year ago, he always ordered a glass of wine at a fixed time and a fixed seat every week, sat quietly for half an hour, and left a large amount of tips after leaving , named Mu Di.

The man's seat is far away from the dance floor where Mu Di sings, and Mu Di can only look at him from a distance under the dim light through the crowd. He wears glasses, dresses elegantly and behaves elegantly, and for some reason always squints his eyes slightly, as if staring at him. Looking at the Mudi, his eyes are unpredictable, his indifferent and focused appearance is incompatible with the impetuous atmosphere of the whole bar.

Mu Di is very gratified to have such a serious audience, not to mention that the tips he leaves every time are almost equal to Mu Di's salary for a month.

Mu Di wanted to go over to talk to him, at least thank him for supporting him while keeping his sense of proportion, but every time when Mu Di interceded and walked through the crowd to his seat, the man had already disappeared.

Mu Di asked the boss about this mysterious guest. The always talkative boss told him not to inquire about it with a cold face. sing every song well.

At the age of 16 in May, Mu Di finally got close to this man.

The reason was very sudden and simple. That year it was popular for boys to wear light pink. Mu Di saw that his peers looked good in this way, so he used his private money to buy himself a light pink solid-color T-shirt and light blue jeans to match his white skin and Ink-like hair, under the dim lighting, there is an indistinguishable androgynous beauty, so that that night, he was regarded as a girl by some drunken gangsters and asked him to come out on stage.

Pulled, Mu Di's newly bought T-shirt was torn by gangsters, a group of people saw his thin white upper body, their lust became worse, and they pressed him to forcibly strip off his pants. During the struggle, Mu Di touched the ashtray Hitting one of them on the head, the gangsters got angry, smashed the beer bottle and scratched Mu Di's face, he was forced to the corner, thinking that he couldn't hide, but unexpectedly the mysterious guest waved at Mu Di with the broken bottle His moment stood in the way of him.

After the one-to-man fight, the gangsters fled from the mess. The man walked back to Mu Di, took off his coat, tied it around Mu Di's waist, and covered his exposed legs.

Don't be afraid, he said.This was the first sentence that Mu Di heard the mysterious guest say, as quiet and powerful as the cold perfume on his body.

Mu Di stared blankly at his arm, a deep gash was cut out by the broken glass, blood had seeped into his shirt sleeve, and Mu Di accidentally pressed the wound.

Well, I'm not afraid, Mu Di looked up at the scar on his right eye, and replied like this.

"Qin Daojiu, a complete demon, came to me in disguise as a savior, deceived me, tortured me, and insulted me. If I could go back to being 16 years old, I would rather die at the fist of the troublemaker than have any taint with him." relation!"

Under the diary of No.18 in May nine years ago, Mu Di wrote this sentence with a big red pen. The handwriting is clearer and fresher than the main text of the diary. , Zhu Shisi couldn't help feeling hairy all over.

Qin Daojiu?demon?A savior in disguise?

Zhu Shisi looked down with doubts, cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead.