Dressed as cannon fodder for the rich

Qi Xiaoyu wisely chose to remain silent.

He didn't want to take up this topic, firstly, he was afraid that Xun Qian would be angry if he answered it badly, and secondly, this topic broke through the security line of his heart.

He turned around and pretended not to hear the words, looking up at the moon in the sky.

Pushed by the cold wind, a few streams of clouds quickly slid over the moon.

Fortunately, Xun Qian didn't speak again.

Qi Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief, then looked up at the moon, the bright moonlight reassured him.

He likes every moonlit night, even if the lights are not turned on, the house will not be dark.

He is quite afraid of the dark.

But no one knows about it.

The senior sister once laughed at him, "Why do you sleep with the lamp on at night? Is Xiaoyu still afraid of the dark when he is such an adult?"

He lied casually, saying that he was too tired from singing yesterday and forgot to turn off the lights when he went to bed at night.

But in fact, as long as he stays alone in absolute darkness, he will easily get nervous, suffer from insomnia and restlessness, and even if he falls asleep, he will have nightmares again and again.

He looked at the moon for a while, and then sneaked a glance at Xun Qian from the corner of his eye. Xun Qian also raised his head, and the moonlight shone on his jade-like facial features. painting.

Qi Xiaoyu couldn't help thinking of the libretto in "A Dream of a Lady in Spring",

"The whole morning is as drunk as sick, and I sit in a smoked cage until dawn.

When I went there, the flowers on Mo were like brocades, but today the willows on the building are green again. "

As soon as he thought of it, he sang softly:

"Poor Nong is waiting in the deep boudoir, and the begonias have been blooming until now."

He hummed very lightly, and the melodious tune was accompanied by the faint moonlight, like a frame of silent and ethereal animation.

"Cough cough cough-"

Halfway through Qi Xiaoyu's singing, he was suddenly interrupted by a ferocious cough.

Xun Qian, who was sitting there with a warm handbag just now, now covered her mouth with a handkerchief, as if coughing up her lungs, and it was faintly visible that the corner of the handkerchief was dyed red.

Qi Xiaoyu was taken aback. The rumors that Mr. Xun was bleeding at every turn were not groundless.

He didn't ask Xun Qian what he meant, and quickly pushed him into the bedroom, put him on the bed, and closed the doors and windows tightly.

Xun Qian was still coughing so hard that he couldn't straighten up, even though he covered his mouth and coughed gracefully and calmly.

"I'll call a doctor for you." The last time Xun Qian was ill, he accompanied him to bed, and he had already written down the doctor's number.

*****

When the doctor received a call from Xun's family, he came very quickly, as if he was on call at any time.

When Steward Cheng heard the news and rushed to Xun Qian's bedroom, the doctor had finished examining Xun Qian and took the medicine, while Qi Xiaoyu sat quietly in the same place that accompanied the bed last time.

Steward Cheng stared wide-eyed with fine lines in disbelief. He looked at the doctor who appeared in Xun Qian's bedroom, but didn't respond for a long time.

The doctor, surnamed Song, was wearing a clean white coat and stood upright by the bedside. He was urging Xun Qian to go to the hospital in a very soft voice, "If the third master has time, it would be better to come to the hospital for an examination. Take a lung X-ray , we can also prescribe the right medicine to see what's wrong."

After Dr. Song finished speaking, as if he was afraid that Xun Qian would disagree, he continued to lobby, "Now there are many ways to treat lung diseases, with good results and few side effects. It won't take much time for the third master to come and see him."

Xun Qian lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes held back all her emotions, she seemed to be lost in her own thoughts, and she didn't know if she had listened or not, but at least she waited for Dr. Song to speak before sending people away.

Steward Cheng sent Dr. Song out, "Thanks for your hard work, Dr. Song, is the third master calling you here tonight?"

Dr. Song shook his head, "No, it was the Mr. Qi next to me who called me."

Cheng Butler suddenly realized, "The third master didn't let you go after you came?"

"No," Dr. Song also showed doubts,

"The third master is very cooperative tonight. That's why I want to try to persuade him to come to the hospital. "

"Very good, very good." Cheng Butler sighed several times,

"It's time to go to the hospital for a good checkup. Can the third master really recover from his illness? Hey, it's been delayed for so many years, and the delay has gotten worse in the past two years."

"Now that medical skills are advanced, it shouldn't be a big problem to cure the third master's lung disease. The key is whether the third master is willing to treat it. As for the delay for so many years, the third master has not seen it carefully, and the lung disease is easy to recur. Like this The second sudden attack was caused by the sequelae of the previous high fever, if the third master was willing to be hospitalized for treatment last time, this situation would not have happened."

Butler Cheng's eyes lit up, "Okay, I will definitely find a way to persuade the third master to go to the hospital."

*****

On the night when Qi Xiaoyu and Xun Qian watched the moon together and went to see a doctor together, Weibo was buzzing with excitement.

First, there was an account that broke the news: an idol who was born in a talent show, relying on his own popularity, began to play big names, disrespected the staff, disliked the makeup time for too long, did not cooperate with the shooting, and put pigeons on the magazine.

Immediately after this news came out, the account number Eat Melon and the marketing account moved over, causing a lot of speculation.

Some people guessed that it was Dong Fan, saying that among the newly debuted draft artists, only Dong Fan had such a bad temper.

Some people guessed that this was an artist from other talent shows, and every mouthful of evidence showed that your family was so messy and disrespectful to the staff.

Anyway, at this time, every fan secretly mentioned the name of the opponent's idol.

Probably due to the fact that netizens are not up to the mark, this account continues to break the news: the talent of idols in this draft is not proportional to their appearance, except for a short-lived one scene that was not bad, the others are lackluster.After debuting, he disappeared even more. He didn't have any works, and he couldn't even receive an advertisement for selling goods. It was rare that he screwed up an invitation from a magazine. It's really muddy.

"Wow, so it was he who—"

"Oh, I get it, I got it, it's decoded."

"The sisters upstairs give a code, is it qxy?"

"No wonder there was no sound when I debuted, that's why."

The directness of the news is so obvious, the strength is not directly proportional to the appearance, there is only a stage that is short-lived, and it disappears after debut. With so many things combined, who else but Qi Xiaoyu?

Gu Lei's fans were the first to react and rushed to the front line:

"It's strange to be able to make a debut with this kind of temper, please don't blame my family for the fans of qxy's family in the future."

"Who is to blame for someone not being able to make a debut? Of course, I am to blame. When I was in the program group, I might have offended the staff."

"It's him who is talking about the murder. In the future, the eliminated contestants in the show will stop rubbing my family's popularity, okay? My family is now the main singer and refuses to be tied up with other trash."

Some people pretended to be insiders and posted on Weibo that Qi Xiaoyu was playing big names, had a bad temper, and didn't cooperate with the filming. Just like he was at the scene, it was crazily forwarded by Gu Lei's fans.

At the same time, at Gu Lei's home, Gu Lei was holding a mobile phone to contact the makeup artist of the magazine, asking her to help post a Weibo to prove that Qi Xiaoyu is playing big names and not making movies.

On the side, his manager was pacing back and forth with his mobile phone, "Gu Lei, do you want to let this matter go here? Mr. Jiang just told us this afternoon that we should keep a low profile recently. If you are like this now, in case What should I do once Mr. Jiang finds out?"

"What's wrong with me? I didn't do anything." Gu Lei's excited face darkened,

"Besides, it's rare to have such a good opportunity, how can we forget it? Have you forgotten Qi Xiaoyu's attitude today? His nose is almost upturned, he satirized me in front of so many people... and his fans How can you scold me? Forget it? Dreaming!"

The manager thought about it, but he couldn't be angry with Yu Xiaosheng who turned his head and left. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, then I will listen to you."

When Yu Xiaosheng saw this revelation, he snorted coldly.

He has the recording of the day in his hand, what is he afraid of.

He has been in the entertainment industry for so many years, although he has not accumulated enough network resources, but he still has this thought.

Ever since he saw Gu Lei and the others appearing in the magazine, he paid extra attention and turned on the recording software on his phone.

As long as this recording is played, anyone can tell that Gu Lei and the make-up artist bullied people first.

They made an appointment for shooting at 02:30 pm, and made an appointment for makeup at [-]:[-]. They arrived on time, why didn't they give them makeup?Instead let others jump in line?

What's more, he still has the chat records of the filming appointment at that time.

Yu Xiaosheng urgently contacted the person in charge of Qi Xiaoyu's support club and asked her to organize Qi Xiaoyu's fans to stay safe and stay still.

After the other party has retweeted 500 times, take screenshots of all these rumored Weibo posts and hand them over to the police | the next day.

It's time to see who can have the last laugh.

The next morning, netizens got up one after another to check Weibo with their mobile phones, and more and more people were eating melons. However, except for Gu Lei's fans who continued to repost Weibo, other passers-by were just complaining about the ignorance of the current stars. Not professional.

Qi Xiaoyu's fans, on the other hand, have been under calm control. Except for a few young and ignorant ones who want to rush up and scold others, the rest of them have previous experience in fighting the navy, and now they don't take the lead casually.

On the other hand, the editor-in-chief of the magazine called his old friend very loyally,

"Old Jiang, how did you find out?"

Jiang Feibai sighed, "Recently, all the people and things have been investigated, and the rest is a suspicious person named Qi Xiaoyu."

"Qi Xiaoyu? Why does this name sound familiar?"

"It's just a trainee who participated in "Let's Debut, Trainee" and was eliminated before. The popularity is not bad. But other than that, it's nothing special. Because he didn't debut, his fans made a lot of noise, me and Zhou Zheng just... did something a little bit. He hasn't shown up much. If you said that if he was a member of Mr. Xun, how could he be so easily..."

Although Jiang Feibai spoke hesitantly, Editor Fang understood what he meant, "Who knows, but if there are no other suspicious characters, you should pay attention to this one."

Jiang Feibai frowned worriedly, "Okay, I'll check and contact you again."

Within 10 minutes this time, Jiang Feibai called first, "Old Fang, I got in touch with Zhou Zheng. Did you know that his brother has also been suspended!"

"what?"

"I've thought about all the recent things. The thing that Zhou Zheng and his brother were involved in at the same time is just Qi Xiaoyu. He must be right!" Jiang Feibai exclaimed annoyedly,

"I really didn't expect that he could be mixed up like this because he has something to do with Mr. Xun."

"Since he has something to do with Mr. Xun, maybe he has a bright future behind him, but you don't know..."

Editor-in-Chief Fang was half-spoken, and suddenly slapped his thigh, "Oh, no wonder I think his name is very familiar, it would be bad if it was him. It's over, it's over. I won't talk to you for now. I'll contact you later."