At 3:30 in the afternoon, the popular TV show "Hello Holiday" of S City ended the first half of the recording and entered the intermission.
Hu Biao, the agent of the IUD men's team, smiled and nodded at the passing staff, and quickly stepped into the guest lounge.
In the lounge, the makeup artist and assistant are replenishing the makeup of the group members. Hu Biao saw that there were no outsiders in the room, and immediately pulled his face down, looking at the only corner in the corner that was not surrounded by the assistant and the makeup artist. Tao: "What are you doing just now, non-violent and non-cooperative? The host gave you a word and you didn't answer a word, let you cooperate with you to play the game, you sleepwalked all the way, and also put on a faceless expression of death, you think Why do you rebel!"
Captain Mo Bin got up and persuaded: "Brother, don't be angry, you're still young. You gave Alan his chance only yesterday. It's normal for him to have a little temper today."
Mo Bin did not persuade, but Hu Biao persuaded even more.
"Is that an opportunity? With 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 guests to the stage to record the second half of the show.
Hu Biao stopped the conversation, adjusted the expression, opened the door and said a few words to the staff, then closed the door again, pressed his temper and said: "Xie Yang stays, others continue to record the program, I will let A Wen come up to pick up Yang for a while The hospital always remembers that Xie Yang's black face was due to an emergency, and he continued to work when he got sick. Do you understand?"
Everyone didn't dare to touch Hu Biao's mold, and they all responded in an understanding that only Xie Yang remained silent.
Hu Biao was so angry that his chest hurt. He wanted to scold Xie Yang and he cared about the wrong occasion. He didn't bother to see him. He left two assistants to stare at Xie Yang and took the others out of the lounge.
Within two minutes, A Wen caught up and took Xie Yang to the hospital.After getting in the car, A Wen saw that Yang had always turned his head to look out the window, thinking he was wronged in his heart, and persuaded: "Yang Yang, don’t think about it, all the children are in a group, and the palms and backs are all flesh. Given your chance, Ke Lan will definitely find you in other places."
Xie Yang didn't speak, but leaned against the window again.
"Actually, Brother Biao did it for your own good. You don't count your acting skills. You have to learn more and learn more. Ke Lan is from the science class. This time I will first..."
A Wen whispered incessantly, Xie Yang didn't listen to a word.He stared straight at the sight of the bustling car outside the window. After a while, he closed his eyes like a dream.
Is this... an illusion?He should be dead...
The driver suddenly slowed down.
A Wen stopped talking and asked, "What's wrong?"
"There seems to be a car accident in front."
"Can you go around?"
"Let me try."
The driver began to change lanes. When passing by the accident, Awen looked over there.
A black car with a license plate number of 8 was parked diagonally on the side of the road. The front of the car hit a semi-concave. A white car with a license plate tail of 566 was parked opposite it. The front of the car was also damaged.
"Huh? 566?" A Wen motioned for the driver to slow down and looked carefully over there. He was surprised, "Isn't this Zhouyi's car?"
Xie Yang's ear tip caught Mu Zhouyi's not-so-popular and somewhat familiar name. He looked back, and he looked at the scene of the car accident.
The crowd had almost surrounded the scene of the accident. In the distant vision, a slender figure wearing a backless fishtail skirt ran down from the white car and ran towards the black car.
Mu Zhouyi, white fishtail skirt, car accident... Isn't this the opening plot of the entertainment circle Xiaobaiwen that he picked up in the temporary hiding house a few days ago?The female host Mu Zhouyi collided with the male host Feng Qinglin's car on the way to an important dinner. The female host was fine, the male host suffered a head injury and was comatose. The female host insisted on personally sending the male host to the hospital. Gaoding's white fishtail dress caused a lot of trouble behind...
"It seems like Mu Zhouyi." A Wen withdrew his eyes and took out his mobile phone to call Hu Biao.
The car turned and the scene of the accident was completely invisible.
Xie Yang withdrew his eyes and listened to A Wen and Hu Biao's phone, frowning.
What exactly is going on?
He looked at his hands that were too young and delicate-if everything he saw was just an illusion before he died, it would be too real.
Half an hour later, the car arrived at a private hospital.
A Wen got off with Xie Yang and was very skilled in finding a doctor to arrange a few routine examinations for Xie Yang, then took a picture of Xie Yang doing the examination and sent the photo to Hu Biao.
"Later, the company will find someone to send out a few drafts of your emergency admission. You will stay in the hospital for the first two days. Don't run around. I will let Lily come to take care of you."
Xie Yang touched the pinhole left by the blood drawn on his arm, and his eyes fell on the open TV in the ward, without speaking.
A Wen looked back at the door of the ward and whispered, "Yang Yang, don't be too horny. After all, you are a latecomer to the group. It's awkward to say, it's just a seat to enjoy the popularity of the seniors in the group. From your current position, Losing is a blessing, you know?"
In Xie Yang's principle of doing things, it is the biggest lie to suffer a loss.He looked at Awen, his finger pressed the pinhole on his arm, and nodded.
A Wen thought that he had listened in, nodded comfortably, and asked: "Also, you shouldn't see the incident of Mu Zhou's easy car accident. She is a bit evil. It's better to have less contact with her. Do you understand? ?"
Evil?
Xie Yang gave his fingertips and nodded again.
Awen is satisfied and goes to call Lily outside the door.
Finally able to be alone, Xie Yang's tight body was slightly loose, found the TV remote control, and turned up the sound.
"...Chongxing, chairman of Rongding Group, was discharged in a low profile this morning. This is the third time he fell ill at work this year, and his condition may have deteriorated again. It is reported that Chouxing is considering handing over management of Rongding. Behind the scenes and rest assured..."
Qiu Xing, another name I have read in the novel.
He had speculation in his heart, turned off the TV, looked around, and turned over an old fruit-brand mobile phone.
In the end of the world, the magnetic field is chaotic, and communication has failed. Xie Yang has not touched the mobile phone for many years, and many operation methods have been forgotten.He unfamiliarly unlocked the phone lock with his fingerprints and found the Weibo software to open it.
An account named "Small 1111" automatically logs in, with 0 fans, 1 follower, and 0 blog posts.The 1 was too dazzling, frowning, opened it, and switched pages, and the three words "Mu Zhouyi" appeared on the interface.
"..."
Fortunately, lest he search.
He entered Mu Zhouyi's Weibo and scanned Mu Weiyi's past Weibo at a glance. After seeing the names of the characters in several novels, he locked his phone and threw it aside.
Before the end of the world, Xie Yang had also read several online novels about the fire. He knew the subject of wearing books.Judging from the current situation, he wears it out of ten.Regardless of whether science is unscientific, it is undoubtedly a good thing to be able to penetrate the world of safe books from the bad end of the world after death.
But if you wear a cannon fodder character destined to die in the book, it is not so beautiful.
The end of the world is difficult to survive. The reason why Xie Yang spent the time to finish a novel he picked up when the situation is not good is because there is a cannon fodder in his book exactly the same as his name.
Cannon fodder is very young, just turned 20 when he played, and his identity is a tool sold by his father to the terminally ill villain Hou Xingxing. His main role is to use his cowardice and fear of the villain to avoid the heroine’s tenacity and avoidance. Care for and care for the villains, provoke the relationship between the villains and the hostess, promote the emotional development of the villain and the hostess, add fuel to the career of the villain and the male host to grab the female host, add fuel to the ignition, and become a breakthrough for the male host to steal the villain company .
Such a cannon fodder, the end must not be good.
At the end of the novel, the villain died of illness, and everything in the villain's hands was taken away by the male master. As a hero who helped the male master succeed in seizing power, the cannon fodder did not get the relief he expected. Instead, he was killed by a murderer. He was only 23 years old when he died.The worst part is that the author didn't tell who was behind the murder of cannon fodder until the end.
Xie Yang picked up the cell phone that was thrown aside, turned on the camera, and looked at the screen, which was similar to his original appearance and clearly green on the face, and opened the first time after wearing it.
"Are you a cannon foe'Xie Yang'? Or just another one with the same name and surname?"
A Wen just opened the door and asked, "Yang Yang, what did you say?"
Xie Yang locked the phone and shook his head.
"If it's okay, I'll go first. The TV station 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 took the driver away, Xie Yang went to the window to watch their car leave the hospital, turned around and picked up the backpack belonging to the original owner on the bed, and left the ward directly.
It was the evening rush hour, and the streets were packed with people who were out of 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 grandma who picked up the child accidentally bumped in. Xie Yang instinctively tightened his body and flicked sideways, mobilizing his abilities with five fingers into a claw to fight back.
After changing the body, the power core naturally disappeared.With his palms in the air, he paused and slowly fisted his hands.
"Brother, why don't you leave? Are you hungry and weak?"
The clothes were torn, Xie Yang stiffened and looked down, facing the sight of a little girl looking up.The little girl is at most four years old, wearing a red skirt, fat and doodle, very cute.
The opinion did not speak, the girl let go of her hand, lowered her head and took out a cartoon-packed biscuit from her pocket, and stepped over it: "This is for you. Brother go home, and Niuniu will go home."
Xie Yang was somewhat stunned.
"brother?"
Xie Yang returned to his mind, moved his stiff body, relaxed the tightly grasped palm in his pocket, slowly pulled it out, bent down and placed his hand under the girl's palm.
As soon as the fat man's hands loosed, the biscuit fell into Xie Yang's palm.The little girl smiled and waved at him: "Brother goodbye." After running, he ran back to a man who was shopping at a roadside stall, holding the man's hand down.
The palm was a little itchy by the cookie bag, Xie Yang clenched his hands, and his numb sense of smell seemed to be activated instantly, smelling the numerous and varied flavors passed by the world. They seemed to be saying: Welcome to Taiping Prosperity.
The stomach grunted.
He put his hand back into his pocket and straightened up to take a deep breath of the city air.
So hungry.
The cell phone in his backpack kept ringing, he didn't care, he re-entered the flow of people, followed the latest fragrance, and got into a noodle restaurant.