Qin, a scum like a dog ran over and threw me a card saying that he wanted to take care of me, right? "
The little star took out his trump card: "What's this, after the breakup, the agent actually took me to the reception to pimp me."
The man with the fat head and pig ears was drunk and wanted to touch his hand, saying that since he could be with others, why not just ask him to be the gold master.
The young master became nervous: "Is your face drawn by him?"
The little star spread out his hands: "I can still blame the world for injustice because of him, but this is because I was in a hurry to hide and smashed the wine bottle, and I didn't stand up and get on my back."
"… "
Young Master: "Scars like this should be removed by medical and aesthetic treatment, right?"
Little Star: "Yeah, but didn't I just loan it to that friend for nothing?"
"… "
The young master said sincerely: "It's really you who are miserable, too miserable."
right! ! !
Although I don't know why it was miserable for no reason, the little star who finally won happily went to the convenience store to buy two bottles of beer and treated the guests generously.
Its daybreak.
Nobody died.
When the first car horn sounded, the little star who was immersed in scolding the scumbag suddenly remembered something and shook the young master's shoulder in horror: "What should I do, I'm going to die!"
Young Master: "?"
Little Star: "The scheduled suicide Weibo hasn't been canceled yet, fuck it!"
05.
It was originally expected that the car would be flipped into the Lvshui River at 9 o'clock in the evening, and the police would be there to deal with it at around 10 o'clock.
He wants to let netizens see what the world is like, what is the reincarnation of the world, and use the pen as a knife to denounce the lost social morality, and strive to awaken the conscience of all sunspots, and to leave a name in the history of film and be praised by others.
It is six in the morning.
Some people died on Weibo, but in fact he is still alive.
Although he is still alive, he might as well die immediately.
The little star didn't dare to turn on the phone at all, and held the young master's hand in panic: "Only you can help me now."
The young master nodded solemnly: "How can you help you?"
The little star pulled his hand over and put it on his neck: "Come on, strangle me."
Young Master: "..."
The little star is about to collapse. If there is a snake, there will be a snake, and he will rush into the river.
The young master grabbed him: "Wait a minute!"
Little Star: "You want to stop me?"
Young Master: "No... Look behind you."
Yiyan turned back, his manager was leading a group of policemen to this side.
The little star's eyes darkened, and he passed by on the spot.
06.
When she woke up, she was lying on her bed, and the little star looked at the white ceiling like a dream.
He thought, maybe nothing happened before, he had not driven to Huangquan Road, and no one stopped in the middle of the road.
Until he turned his head and saw the young master sitting on the chair asleep.
The young master huddled in the large chair, his clothes were still dirty, his pants were all glued with sand from Jiang Tan, his hair was tangled to one side, his eyes were closed, and he looked extremely docile.
He just watched it quietly for a while, thinking about nothing, not daring to think about anything.
The young master slept lightly, opened his eyes in a daze, and saw that he woke up and sat up straight.
"You're awake, your agent said he's going back to the company first and asked me to stay and help take care of you."
The little star moved his lips, but still didn't make a sound.
The young master knew what he wanted to ask: "After the Weibo was posted, someone called the police for you. The police searched for a few hours, and I explained to them that you were going to jump off, but you happened to meet me and you were going to commit suicide. In order to save me, you talked for one night that there is true love in the world, and there is true love in the world."
Little Star: "… "
Young Master: "The reporters were there at the time. I couldn't let them write that you sent it to Weibo and regretted it temporarily."
The little star silently took the mobile phone and clicked on Weibo as if at home. It's useless to delete that one now, but it's a laughing stock to keep it on.
Unsurprisingly, it has been on the hot search.
The young master didn't have time to read what was written in the blog post about suicide, so he took out his mobile phone and clicked in.
Weibo is not long, but it is particularly conspicuous.
The first line of red and bold characters - the world is not worth it, I will give you melons in the next life, Qi Jing is here to say hello to you in the early years!
Young Master: "..."
The little star is really entertaining. The whole writing is festive and joyous, beating gongs and drums announcing that he and the big guy are in a relationship, as if he is about to be sent to the bridal chamber immediately, of course it is a ghost marriage.
A series of sarcastic and generous statements were made in one go.
The young master looked all the way down and even laughed a few times unconsciously at his description.
He thought, if the little star really died last night, it would really be an incisive and incisive piece of ridicule.
The problem is that they are all still alive, and the wind direction of the comments can be imagined.
"What I'm talking about, people who really want to kill themselves won't write such bells and whistles."
"Other people's scripts are all about suicide attempts and the rescue is successful. How come you didn't even act like you?"
"I'm really dying of laughter. How much did the little brother pay to hire him? This script doesn't work. I thought I was watching something that moved the Chinese scene."
"Don't scold everyone, tomorrow he should reveal that he has depression."
…
The little master closed Weibo and looked up to see the little star still holding the phone, wondering what he was thinking.
The young master stretched out a finger and poked his arm: "One more."
Little Star: "?"
Young Master: "I've never been scolded so badly when I've grown up so much."
Xiao Xing finally realized what he was talking about, covered his eyes with his arms, and couldn't help laughing: "Okay, it's a draw."
The young master's stomach growled, and he looked at the little star embarrassedly: "I want to eat sweet and sour pork loin."
Little Star: "… "
The young master grabbed his fingers: "The sweet and sour sauce thickened is the best, not the ketchup."
Little Star: "I also like sweet and sour sauce, and cut a plate of cold cucumbers for crispy ones."
The young master thought for a while: "We may not have enough to eat, so we need to make another seaweed egg drop soup, no green onions and no coriander."
Little Star: "Why are you so picky? Then add another fried shredded potato, and make it more spicy."
Young Master: "How about shredded pork in Beijing sauce?"
Little Star: "Then you have to go to the supermarket to buy some tofu skin."
After waiting for the four dishes and one soup, the little star finally felt a strong hunger: "No one has fired in the kitchen for a long time, you should check the gas carefully."
The young master was stunned: "Ah? Am I cooking?"
The little star was also shocked: "Isn't that what I did?"
Young Master: "But I can't cook."
Starlet: "So do I look like I can cook?"
Young Master: "Who cooks usually then?"
Little Star: "The hired cooking auntie."
"now what?"
"I'm out of money now."
"… "
After dragging for a long time, the young master compromised and prepared to go out to buy vegetables, at least he would cook one of the four dishes and one soup - cucumber. Buying two more buns can make do with this meal.
When he walked to the door, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a letter on the shoe cabinet.
The young master hesitated for a moment, then picked it up and looked at it. The handwriting on it was scribbled, like a suicide note really written by the little star.
There are only two short lines: I'm gone, I won't be back this time, the flowers on the balcony hope that someone will help to water them, they are precious.
07.
The young master turned back to the room and pulled out the little star who buried his head in the quilt again.
Little Star: "Why?"
Young Master: "I remember that I don't have money for groceries."
"… "
The little star was convinced, got up and rummaged through the cabinets to find fifty yuan and stuffed it into him: "Do you know what we are like?"
Young Master: "Huh?"
Little Star: "The poor and humble couples grieve for everything."
"… "
The young master took the money and turned his head three times: "Then I'm leaving."
"Let's go."
"I'll be back soon."
"Um."
"Don't worry."
"Come on, I'm going to starve to death!"
08.
The young master who said that he will be back soon is gone forever.
The hands of the clock on the wall moved minute by minute. It was now nine thirty-six in the evening, and it had been a whole day since the last time the little star ate.
There is a large supermarket near the community where I live, and it takes more than half an hour to go back and forth.
The little star turned to and fro while holding the pillow, he thought, the young master should not be running away with fifty dollars
What can I do in three hours and fifty dollars, I can have a better meal in a small restaurant, and then find a place to commit suicide.
The best way to cut wrists is to find a bathtub. The young master who died in a car accident is afraid of affecting the owner, so the only thing left is to jump off the building.
- It was promised that we would die together, but you secretly jumped off the building!
I imagined the scene of blood splashing five steps again. The little star couldn't sit still. She took out her sunglasses and mask and went out to find someone. She shouted "Baby Baiye, your father is looking for you" a dozen times on the radio station in the supermarket. See the figure of the little master.
The little star was really panicked, gritted her teeth and bought a high-powered telescope in the supermarket, and hungrily climbed to the rooftop to look around at the nearby tall buildings.
Nothing at all.
So he hurried down again, preparing to check the nearby restaurants along the way.
Just as he was passing by the small flower bed, a hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the cuff of his trousers, and the little star was almost scared out of his mind.
The young master stuck his head out and covered his mouth: "Shh!"
Seeing who it was, the little star's beating heart finally calmed down, and angrily grabbed the little young master's face: "What are you doing here if you don't go home