At 3:30 in the afternoon, the hot variety show "Hello Holiday" on S City TV ended the recording of the first half and entered the intermission time.
Hu Biao, the manager of the IUD boy group, smiled and nodded hello to the passing staff, and quickly walked into the guest lounge.
In the lounge, the makeup artist and assistant were making up and finishing the makeup for the team members. Hu Biao saw that there were no outsiders in the room, so he immediately pulled his face down, looked at the only one in the corner who was not surrounded by the assistant and the makeup artist, and lowered his anger. Said: "What were you doing just now, non-violent and non-cooperative? The host gave you a message and you didn't answer a word, letting you cooperate with the game. What are you doing, rebellion!"
Captain Mo Bin hurriedly got up to persuade him to make peace: "Brother Biao, don't be angry. You are still young. You only gave his opportunity to Alan yesterday. It is normal for him to be a little temperamental today."
It was okay for Mo Bin not to persuade him, but Hu Biao was even more angry when he persuaded him.
"Is that an opportunity? Just for his acting skills, let him go to the audition is to recruit black, I—"
The door of the lounge was knocked, and the staff came to invite the guests to come on stage to record the second half of the show.
Hu Biao stopped the conversation, adjusted his expression, opened the door and said a few words to the staff, then closed the door again, and said with his temper: "Xie Yang stays, the others continue to record the show, and I will let Awen come up to pick up Xie Yang. The hospital, all remember that Xie Yang's black face all the way today was because of a sudden emergency and continued to work with illness, understand?"
Everyone didn't dare to touch Hu Biao's mold, and they all responded to express their understanding, but Xie Yang remained silent.
Hu Biao was so angry that his chest hurts. He wanted to scold Xieyang but was afraid that the occasion was wrong. He simply didn't see and didn't bother him. He left two assistants to let them stare at Xie Yang, and left the lounge with the others.
Within two minutes, Awen rushed up and took Xie Yang to the hospital. After getting in the car, Awen turned his head to look out the window, thinking he was wronged, and persuaded: "Yangyang, don't think too much about it. They are all children in the same regiment. The palms and backs of the hands are all fleshy. Give Ke Lan your chance, and I will definitely find you in other places."
Xie Yang didn't speak, but leaned against the car window again.
"In fact, Brother Biao is doing this for your own good. Your acting skills are not good, you have to learn more and more polished. Ke Lan is from a major class, so this time..."
Awen Xuxu kept talking, but Xie Yang didn't listen to a word. He looked straight at the bustling scene outside the window, and closed his eyes for a long while, as if he had just woke up from a big dream.
This is... an illusion? He should be dead...
The driver slowed down suddenly.
Awen stopped talking and asked: "What's the matter?"
"There seems to be a car accident ahead."
"Can you go around?"
"Let me try."
The driver started to change lanes, and when passing by the accident site, Awen looked over there.
A black car with a license plate number of 8 was parked obliquely on the side of the road. The front of the car hit a half-dent. Opposite it was a white car with a license plate ending in 566. The front of the car was also damaged.
"Huh? 566?" Awen motioned to the driver to drive slowly, and looked over there, surprised, "Isn't this Mu Zhouyi's car?"
Xie Yang's ear tip caught Mu Zhouyi, a slightly familiar name, which is not a popular name. After returning to his senses, he felt inexplicable and straightened up to look at the scene of the car accident.
The crowd had almost surrounded the scene of the car accident. In the distance of vision, a slender figure wearing a long fishtail skirt with a backless ran out of the white car and ran towards the black car.
Mu Zhouyi, a white fishtail skirt, a car accident... Isn't this the opening story of the little white article in the entertainment industry that he picked up in the temporary hiding house a few days ago? The heroine Mu Zhouyi collided with the hero Feng Qinglin’s car on the way to attend an important dinner. The heroine was okay, but the heroine suffered a head injury and was unconscious. The heroine insisted on sending the heroine to the hospital personally. The high-definition white mermaid dress caused a lot of trouble...
"It seems to be Mu Zhouyi." Awen retracted her gaze and took out her mobile phone to call Hu Biao.
The car turned and the scene of the accident was completely invisible.
Xie Yang retracted his gaze and frowned as he listened to the call between Awen and Hu Biao.
What exactly is going on
He looked at his too young and delicate hands-if everything he saw before his death was an illusion, it would be too real.
After half an hour, the car arrived at a private hospital.
Awen got out of the car with Xie Yang, and she was very proficient in finding a doctor to arrange a few routine checkups for Xie Yang, and then took pictures of Xie Yang's examination and sent the photos to Hu Biao.
"At a later time, the company will find someone to produce a few drafts of your emergency admission. You will be in the hospital for the first two days. Don't run around. I will ask Lily to take care of you."
Xie Yang touched the eye of the needle left by the blood draw on his arm, his eyes fell on the TV that was turned on in the ward, and did not speak.
Awen looked back at the door of the ward and whispered: "Yangyang, don't be too stubborn. After all, you are a late member of the group. To put it ugly, you are the one who enjoys the popularity of the group and the predecessors. From your current standpoint, Suffering is a blessing, you know?"
In Xie Yang's principle of dealing with things, suffering a loss is a blessing is the biggest lie. He looked at Awen, pressed his finger on the eye of the needle on his arm, and nodded.
Awen thought he had listened, nodded with relief, and then exhorted: "Also, you should not have seen Mu Zhouyi's car accident. She is a bit evil. It's best to keep things related to her less, understand? ?"
Evil
Xie Yang paused with his fingertips and nodded again.
Awen was satisfied and went outside to call Lily.
Finally being able to be alone, Xie Yang's tight body loosened slightly, and he found the TV remote control and turned his voice louder.
"... The chairman of Rongding Group Qiu Xing has been discharged from the hospital in a low-key manner this morning. This is the third time that he fell ill at work this year. His condition may have deteriorated again. It is reported that Qiu Xing is considering surrendering Rongding's management rights. Behind the scenes, feel relieved to recuperate..."
Qiu Xing, another name I've seen in the novel.
With a guess in his heart, he turned off the TV, looked around on his body, and found out an old fruit-brand mobile phone.
In the end of the world, the magnetic field is chaotic and communication fails. Xie Yang has not touched a mobile phone for many years, and many methods of operation have been forgotten. He unlocked the phone lock with his fingerprint a little unfamiliarly, and found the Weibo software to open it.
An account named "Small Number 1111" is automatically logged in, with 0 followers, 1 following, and 0 posts. The 1 was too glaring, and Xie Yang frowned, opened it easily, switched the page, and the three words "Mu Zhou Yi" appeared on the interface.
"..."
Well, lest he go searching.
He entered Mu Zhouyi's Weibo and scanned Mu Zhouyi's past Weibo at a glance. After seeing the appearance of several characters in the novel, he locked his phone and threw it aside.
Before the end of the world, Xie Yang had also read a few online novels about the fire, and he knew the subject of wearing books. Looking at the current situation, he has worn it out of all likelihood. Regardless of science or science, it is undoubtedly a good thing to be able to penetrate the safe book world from the bad end times after death.
But if you wear a cannon fodder character destined to die in the book, it would not be very beautiful.
Survival in the last days is difficult. The reason why Xie Yang took the time to go through a novel he picked up when all aspects were not good was because there was a cannon fodder in that book whose name was exactly the same as his.
The cannon fodder is very young, just turned 20 when he appeared on the stage. His identity is a tool sold by his father to the terminally ill villain. The main role is to use his cowardice and fear and avoid the villain to set off the heroine’s tenacity and Care and consideration for the villain, to instigate the relationship between the villain and the heroine, to promote the emotional development of the villain and the heroine, to contribute to the cause of the villain and the hero to grab the heroine, and to become a breakthrough point for the hero to steal the villain's company .
Such a cannon fodder will never end well.
At the end of the novel, the villain died of illness, and everything in his hands was taken away by the male protagonist. As a hero who helped the male protagonist succeed in seizing power, the cannon fodder did not get the relief he expected. Instead, he was hired to kill him. He was only 23 years old when he died. The worst part is that the author didn't explain who was behind the hiring of the murderer to kill the cannon fodder until the end.
Xie Yang picked up the phone that he had thrown aside, turned on the camera, and looked at the screen with a face that was eight or nine points similar to his original appearance and was obviously green, and spoke for the first time after wearing it.
"Are you cannon fodder'Xie Yang'? Or just another one with the same name?"
Awen just opened the door and asked, "Yangyang what did you say?"
Xie Yang locked the phone and shook his head.
"If it's okay, I'll go first. The TV show is almost finished. I have to pick them up. Lily will come in a while and will bring you dinner. Don't run around."
Xie Yang nodded.
Awen left with the driver, and Xie Yang went to the window to watch their car drive away from the hospital, turned around and picked up the backpack belonging to the original owner on the bed, and went straight out of the ward.
It is the evening rush hour, and the streets and alleys are crowded with people after get off work and school. Xie Yang put on his coat and hood, and walked slowly along the street with his hands in his pockets. When passing by a kindergarten, an old grandmother who was picking up the child accidentally ran into her, and Xie Yang instinctively stretched her body and walked away, her five-finger claws mobilization ability wanted to counterattack.
After changing the body, the power core naturally disappeared. With his palm falling out, he paused, and slowly fisted his hand.
"Big brother, why don't you leave? Are you hungry and weak?"
The clothes were torn, and Xie Yang's body became stiff, and he lowered his head to face the sight of a little girl looking up. The little girl is at most four years old, wearing a red dress, chubby and very cute.
Guan Yang didn't speak, the little girl let go, lowered her head and took out a small cartoon-packed biscuit from her pocket, and handed it over with her feet: "I'll eat this for you, brother, go home soon, Niuniu will go home too."
Xie Yang was a little startled.
"elder brother?"
Xie Yang returned to his senses, moved his stiff body, relaxed the palms he clenched in his pockets, and slowly pulled out, bending over and placing his hands under the girl's palm.
The chubby hand loosened, and the biscuit fell into Xie Yang's palm. The little girl smiled and waved to him: "Goodbye, brother." After saying that, she ran back to a man who was shopping at a roadside stall, and took the man's lowered hand.
The palm of her palm was itchy because of the biscuit bag. Xie Yang squeezed her hand tightly. Her numb sense of smell seemed to be instantly activated. He smelled the various flavors from this world, and they seemed to say: Welcome to the peaceful and prosperous world.
The stomach gurgled.
He put his hand in his pocket again, straightened up and took a deep breath of the city's breath floating in the air.
So hungry.
The phone in the backpack kept ringing, he ignored it, walked into the crowd again, followed the latest fragrance, and got into a noodle restaurant.