After Fan Qing finished singing on the stage, the accompaniment music stopped and she put down the microphone.
Colorful lights flashed in the empty room, and the noisy background sound made the eardrums hurt slightly. Countless people screamed and shouted below, but no one was because of her performance. Not even applause or looks.
Her facial features were unclear under the strong light and heavy makeup, like a clown hiding in the darkness, looking at everything indifferently.
She got up and left, looking for the financial accountant to settle her salary. The middle-aged man was playing with his mobile phone and said very dissatisfied: "You have asked for leave twice this month. You are so pretentious. We always find someone to take over for you, which is also very troublesome. If only you could solve it yourself. That's fine, but why can't you even invite a friend who can sing? Several of the resident singers in our hall don't have a good relationship with you, what's going on?"
Fan Qing lowered his head and said nothing.
The other party kept talking about it for more than ten minutes, but got no response, and suddenly felt boring. Anyway, what needs to be said is said, cut out the software page and transfer the salary to her.
"The bonus is gone, and 300 yuan has been deducted from my salary."
Fan Qing's facial features twitched unnaturally and he opened his mouth to speak.
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "What? Do you have any objections? Are you a big star asking me for these hundreds of dollars? Do you know how many fans Ji Zhiyi has now, right? I'm taking a risk if I accept you, I..."
Fan Qing was eager to leave and said depressedly: "No. Thank you, Brother Hua. I'll get off work first."
Fan Qing went to change clothes, put on his bag, put on his peaked cap, and went out through the front door.
A young man with dyed yellow hair took advantage of her passing by, touched her hand, and said with a smile: "Beauty, you sang well just now."
The person next to me said: "You are wearing makeup like a ghost and you are still beautiful?"
"Haha, what do you know? It depends on the facial features and outline."
Fan Qing was angry but did not dare to cause trouble, so he quickened his pace and left in a hurry.
This was not her favorite song, nor was it a scene she had ever imagined.
She has a much prettier face than ordinary people, and she can be sought after by countless people just with her face. She has received so much professional training, can write and compose songs, and has enough stage experience.
She was once famous and looked like the dream of countless people...
Now, her name will be mentioned over and over again with Ji Zhiyi's popularity, becoming a part of Ji Zhiyi's legend. Nailed on the cross of shame and accepting the criticism of others, it is impossible to live with dignity.
This kind of gap tortured her like Ling Chi over and over again, making her restless.
The same goes for fans who were once star-chasers. They said they only love you and will love you forever. In less than a month, they fell in love with another person and then left you behind.
Maybe it's because it's sincere that it doesn't last long.
Fan Qing returned to his shared house and collapsed on the sofa tiredly.
When did Ji Zhiyi become confused? When can she leave the public eye and when can she return to her peaceful life
Only if she fails can she live a normal life.
Fan Qing looked forward to this over and over again, then closed her eyes and fell asleep.
This dream was extremely beautiful and made her feel very real.
She saw herself standing under the spotlight, raising her head and proudly enjoying the praise and love of her fans.
She saw Ji Zhiyi chasing after her like crazy, but there was nothing she could do. Just like myself in this life, I can only be an ant that is not taken seriously by her, and then linger on sadly.
Fan Qing laughed happily.
She has been offered big-budget TV series, been invited to participate in major magazine shoots, has endless money, is superior to others, and can do whatever she wants.
Just perfect.
When she got a little older, the number of fans changed, and new talents appeared. Her reputation gradually faded away, and she began to plan to quit and turn to the boss behind the scenes.
She lived a life that everyone envied all her life, holding the arm of a handsome man and growing old slowly.
"Hey, Fan Qing!"
Fan Qing still had a smile on her face, immersed in the clear picture. He raised his head blankly and looked at his roommate with sleepy eyes.
The roommate said: "Don't sleep in the living room. What's wrong with you?"
Fan Qing was confused, so she pushed her to stand up and go back to her room to rest.
The door closed behind her, and the room was dark.
She turned on the light switch, saw clearly that her room was in a mess, and fell into a long absence.
The TV in the living room was turned on, and Ji Zhiyi's new song came from it. That catchy tune, even if she tried to avoid it countless times, she would still hear it on various occasions. And when I was working part-time, people kept asking for this song.
Ji Zhiyi is still as prosperous as the scorching sun that never sets in the sky. Her various brilliant works may never fail in this life.
"Tommy. These are your things. This sum is the salary for your labor. If everything is OK, you can go out." The prison guard registered at the side, "Be a good person in the future and don't come in again. Let's go."
Tommy subconsciously wanted to stand up straight and respond to his request. After thinking about it, he realized that he was free. Standing at the door of the prison in a daze, I felt a sense of loneliness with no way out.
He hasn't seen his wife and daughter for a long time, or he hasn't seen them since he was imprisoned. Only on the day of the trial, his daughter came to the scene and looked at him with tears in her eyes. He was so ashamed that he watched the other party leave the court without saying a word.
Tommy took the living expenses he had saved for many years as a laborer in prison, stuffed the money into his pocket, and bought a low-quality mobile phone, changed into new clothes, and bought a hat. After dressing up, standing on the street, I felt like a normal person.
His wife's mobile phone number has been changed. The family house was also sold. My daughter was admitted to a high school in other places and never returned to City A again.
Tommy knew all this, and he also knew that the other party wanted to draw a line with him. But he really wanted to see his family and was hesitant about how to contact them.
Finally, he bought a ticket and decided to go back to his wife's hometown.
After several years of absence, the countryside has been renovated and its appearance has changed a lot.
The mother-in-law recognized him and picked up the broom to drive him away. Tommy knelt on the ground, crying and pleading, just wanting to say one word to his daughter.
His mother-in-law felt sorry for him, so she finally used her mobile phone to help him make the call.
Tommy held the unfamiliar new mobile phone and carefully walked aside.
The person who answered the phone was his ex-wife. The other party said coldly: "If you don't want to force us to death, just stay away from us. Why are you pestering my mother?"
"I just want to make it up to you," Tommy said.
"Do you know how much influence you have had on your daughter? She is now in high school and has finally adapted to her new life. I don't want her classmates to know that she has a criminal father. I don't want her to be affected by this."
Tommy was speechless.
The other party hung up the phone directly.
Seeing him standing still, his mother-in-law said bitterly: "Go away, let us go. Who dares to stand with you now? Think about what you did back then, and how it was spread That’s it. Come back, I don’t know how long our family will be harassed by them again. I’m begging you, okay?”
Tommy burst into tears.
He got on the bus that day and left this place in despair.
After getting off the station, he went into a nearby small restaurant and ordered a bowl of noodle soup. He was lost in thought and thinking about the future.
Is he really so hateful
Everyone is hanging out in society, and the difference is obviously only success and failure.
At this time, a pair of little sisters next to me were holding tablets and wailing: "When will Ji Zhiyi come out! Why should I become a fan of someone behind the scenes!"
"That's right, Qingyi doesn't care about her? Why don't you show your face on a variety show? I can only wait until the party to see her now."
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"It's all because of her husband. Why did she get married so early? Oh my god!"
"Well, they are not short of money either. Ji Zhiyi doesn't like buying bags or luxury goods. Money can't tempt them at all. She is already transcendent. She just needs to be able to sing."
"Why did my idol, so indifferent, so elegant, so talented, end up falling in love with a chef in the same neighborhood? Is eating really that important? Does the aroma of food affect people's sanity?"
"This is the top unsolved mystery in Ji Zhiyi's fan forum. I've asked it millions of times to no avail."
"Well, the chef class next door is full every day, and my brother also said he wants to be a chef. How should I tell him that the reality is actually very cruel, and there are too few people like Ji Zhiyi."
Tommy was stunned for a moment. He put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and took out his phone to search.
Ji Zhiyi has significantly reduced the amount of various activities since the past few years. Only release new songs on the platform on time, and then be invited to attend parties in various places. I will not attend any other variety shows or promotional programs. Usually the most photographed by Reuters is eating with the little boss in the store. Occasionally, I try to help, but the effect seems not to be good.
After a thousand calls, Ji Zhiyi couldn't come up with it, so some fans who were about to go crazy asked questions with confusion, why handsome men and beauties in the entertainment industry could not attract Ji Zhiyi. She fell in love with a chef near her home based on the principle of proximity.
Countless people responded.
Because the chef looks okay and is too good at showing off, because Ji Zhiyi is new to the world, and because that restaurant is really delicious...
Ji Zhiyi was so idle that he opened his own account and replied with four words: "I don't know."
Everyone ignored her.
Two days later, someone offered a reward for asking how to break up Ji Zhiyi and the little boss.
Again numerous people answered.
You can rely on sex, you can rely on food to lure her, and someone has written a complete recipe, explaining how to get through the defense lines of the property and security guards, and conquer her body and mind with his cooking skills.
Ji Zhiyi himself came out again and replied with three words, "No way."
This time fans were angry.
If you pick your feet at home, why should you dash their hopes? Are you amazing
The Internet has also spawned many professions such as delivery person/chef/boss/security guard/property management, and fan fiction with big stars. There are also various popular discussion topics full of resentment.
#食色MIS人#
#should prohibit handsome men from being chefs and repeatedly appearing in front of idols#
#Artist’s First Lesson: It’s enough to eat eggs, what kind of hen should you pay attention to
#It turns out that what you eat can really kidnap people#
Tommy flipped through several pages and found that Ji Zhiyi did not manage fans professionally like other artists. The so-called "fans" were just scattered passers-by. They consciously gathered together to discuss idols.
There is no hostility, no bullying, no rumors and slander, no sales volume to prove one's love, and almost no bad habits within the fandom. Occasionally we would discuss which restaurant has better food, and it quickly became a gourmet group.
The last time Ji Zhiyi appeared in public outside of working hours, it was because some fans wanted to kill Tommy's family.
Tommy trembled when he saw this, and then turned back.
Ji Zhiyi saw the relevant radical comments at that time and didn't know if the other party really wanted to do this, but he spoke out solemnly:
"You can't do this. Don't do things that hurt others in the name of doing good for me. That person's mistakes have been punished by law, and his children have no responsibility. And I don't feel guilty because his family is doing well. Unhappy, I won’t even think of him anymore. If you use another illegal method to hurt innocent people, you should also shoulder your own responsibilities and accept punishment. I will only feel embarrassed and angry about this."
"I hate it when some people take advantage of the majority to bully a weak person. Whether it's words or actions, online or in reality."
"I don't need fans to fight for me, I just need listeners. I'm just a person who likes to sing and create."
Tommy covered his face, not knowing how to describe his feelings. His shoulders shook slightly, and all the hatred melted away in tears.
It turns out they are actually different.
The author has something to say: This thing in the extra chapter is a annoying little goblin. -#