Back at the rental house, Masaki turned on the light, took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, threw himself on the bed, threw off the leather shoes on his feet, lay down comfortably on the bed, exhaled deeply, and looked at a nesting spider in a corner of the dim ceiling in a daze.

His mind was full of thoughts, sometimes thinking of the happy times he had with a few of them when he was a student, sometimes thinking of An Ran's beautiful face today, and sometimes thinking of not knowing what An Ran's boyfriend looked like, whether he was good to her, the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, he felt as if his heart was being burned, and his stomach was tumbling, Zhengji rubbed his swollen head, sat up suddenly, picked up the wet towel on the side, and walked out of the room to the water room in the corridor.

Standing in the water room, he felt a burst of nausea welling up in his heart, couldn't help bending down, and vomited at the pool, "wow, wow, wow", after a long time, he spit and spit, feeling the burning feeling in his stomach was much better, only to hold the edge of the pool with one hand, unscrew the faucet with one hand, poke his face out, took a mouthful of cold water, rinsed his mouth, and then stretched his head under the faucet, the cold water in winter poured on his head, so that he couldn't help but shake it, it was biting cold, but it also made him feel a lot more energetic.

After rushing for a while, Zhengji straightened up, shook his head, wiped his face and hair with a towel indiscriminately, turned off the faucet casually, and walked out of the water room.

Masaki glanced at the closed door, shrugged his shoulders, walked into the room, put the towel aside, walked to the desk, and turned on the computer on the desk, it was a very new computer, which was incompatible with the old facilities in the room, and was the only thing of value that Masaki was.

Soon, the computer's boot interface was displayed, and after the computer was running stably, he clicked on a software, turned on the lamp next to him, and at the same time adjusted the microphone again, put the camera on the camera, and saw his upper body appear in the computer video, and waited, before trying to speak to the computer: "Hey, hello everyone, there is something to do tonight, so it's late, please forgive me."

That's right, this is the temporary job of political discipline, an online anchor, just a month ago, he was fired by the company where he worked for two years, and he has never found a suitable job, and it is not a matter of sitting on the mountain, so not long ago, he accidentally discovered that it seems that he can make some money by broadcasting live on the Internet recently, and after learning some relevant knowledge, he thought why not try it himself?

Speaking of which, he is also a person with special skills, when he was young, he didn't like to study, his family couldn't help it, so he let him learn music, I want him to master the specialty, and he can also have a eating craft in the future, plus Masaki is also very interested in music, so he studied for a few years, although he is not very professional, but he can do basic guitar and piano, and he can sing well, so he thought of broadcasting live on the Internet.

He also bought a computer with a decent configuration from the second-hand market, and started his own live broadcast business, while looking for a job, he broadcast live every night, wanting to temporarily earn some extra money to make up for some family.

Seeing the number of people in the room less than two thousand, he frowned, there were still a few people, and he looked at the top-ranked room with envy with millions of spectators, he sighed, take your time, count as much as you want, do as much as you can, anyway, you just regard this as a side hustle.

"Anchor, why is your hair so wet?" a barrage flashed on the interface of Masaki's room, and Masaki glanced at it and said to the audience on the microphone, "I washed my hair just now, and it hasn't dried yet."

"What song is the anchor singing today?" asked a viewer named the name of the screen name who couldn't read it clearly.

Zhengji thought of the scene of his party with his classmates today, thought of An Ran, who he hadn't seen for a few years, and said, "Let's sing a song "Ten Years" for everyone today."

After speaking, Masaki turned on the music, and a melodious piano sound sounded in the accompaniment of "Ten Years", Masaki closed his eyes, listened to the accompaniment and recalled the kiss with An Ran before, and sang slowly with emotion:

If those two words didn't tremble

I won't find me uncomfortable

How to say it

It's just a breakup

Masaki's deep voice came out of his mouth, echoing in the small rental house, and the people who listened to Masaki's singing in the live broadcast room felt his voice, as if they felt the complicated feelings in Masaki's heart.

If there is no requirement for tomorrow

Holding hands is like traveling

Thousands of doorways

There's always someone who has to go first

Since the arms can not stay

Why not leave at the time

Tears streaming while enjoying it

Zhengji recalled the "I like you" that An Ran said to himself half-jokingly, recalled the happy smile when he and An Ran walked side by side on the street side by side, and thought that in the future, An Ran would snuggle happily by the side of a stranger, put on that person's proposal ring, and walked into the wedding hall together, his heart was as uncomfortable as being cut by a knife, and he couldn't help but raise his voice and sing:

Ten years ago

I don't know you

You don't belong to me

We're still the same

Stay with a stranger

Walk through the familiar streets

Ten years later

We're friends

Also greetings

Just that kind of gentleness

No more reasons to hug

Lovers inevitably end up being friends

The vicissitudes of political discipline and the magnetic voice unconsciously spread to all corners of the motherland in the transmission of the current, everyone who sat in front of the computer to watch the political discipline sing, looked at the sad face of the political discipline on the screen, listened to his magnetic voice in the headset, and couldn't help but be deeply moved by him, "666", "the anchor sings well", "the anchor wants to marry you", "the anchor, what's wrong with you, are you sad?" The barrage flashed on the computer screen.

Masaki with his eyes closed can't see it, he still follows the accompaniment, immersed in this sad song, immersed in his own world, "Until I have been friends with you for many years, I understand that my tears are not shed for you, but also for others", after the last sentence was sung, Masaki, who was immersed in memories, felt that his face was wet, and hurriedly stood up, walked out of the range of the camera, casually wiped the tears that came out of his eyes with a tissue, adjusted his breathing, and then returned to his seat.

"Anchor, what's wrong with you? You just cried" A sharp-eyed netizen asked with concern when he saw the tears on Masaki's face before leaving.

Masaki smiled at the camera and said, "I'm fine, thank you for your relationship, a small bug flew into my eyes just now."

"Anchor, you're kidding, it's winter, what's the bug, what's sad about the anchor to tell us, we'll bear it for you together" Another barrage appeared on the screen.

Masaki said thank you, looked at the data in the live broadcast room that had unconsciously risen to 8,000 people, and changed the topic: "What song do you still want to hear?

"Anchor, today is my mother's sixtieth birthday, I want to listen to "Where Has the Time Gone"", a barrage attracted the attention of Masaki.

Masaki thought about it, nodded and said: "Next, a song "Where Has the Time Gone" is dedicated to the parents of the netizen just now", after speaking, he searched for the accompaniment of this song from the computer and clicked on it.

A sad melody came out, and Masaki looked at the lyrics on the computer, recalled a moment and continued to sing with emotion:

The old tree in front of the door grows new shoots

The dead trees in the courtyard bloomed again

Half survived a lot of words

Hidden in a head full of gray hair

Little feet in memory

Meaty little mouth

Give him love for the rest of your life

Just for that mom and dad

Singing this song, Masaki thought of his parents, who were still thousands of miles away at this time, and wondered if they were doing well now, whether his father's high blood pressure was better, and whether his mother's rheumatism was still painful? Thinking of the scene of returning home three years ago and seeing his parents, the old parents supporting each other and waiting for him to come out of the train station in the cold wind, his heart couldn't help but be cut like a knife.

Where has the time gone

I'm getting old before I feel young

Giving birth to children and raising daughters for a lifetime

My mind was full of children crying and laughing

Where has the time gone

Before I could take a good look at your eyes, it was spent

Firewood, rice, oil, and salt for half a lifetime

In the blink of an eye, all that was left was the wrinkles of Manchester United

Zhengji sang this song affectionately, thinking of his parents' anxious faces when he didn't study seriously in high school, thinking of his parents' expressions of worrying about him all the time, he was sorry for the second elder in his life, he didn't study hard in high school, he was addicted to novels, and his parents still clashed with them when they taught him, and he thought of the scene when he insisted on doing things with them, so that he later failed the college entrance examination and could only go to a third-rate university to study for a junior college, and the tuition fee was so expensive, which made the family with no money even worse.

After graduating, he promised his parents that even if he had no education, he could work hard to make a career, and he came to this strange city in anger, for eight years, he worked as a salesman, as a restaurant waiter, and slowly understood the hard work of his parents, so many years, his parents have been looking forward to bringing a girlfriend back, even this wish can not meet them, the first few times he went home to see his parents' expectant eyes, friendly inquiries, so that now he is a little afraid to go home, homesick, but dare not go back, dare not face the expectations of his parents, dare not face the inquiries of relatives and friends。

After singing a song, Masaki watched the barrage snowflakes fly across the screen in a daze, and a prompt sound of "ding" sounded from the computer stereo, waking up Masaki from his memories, and he saw a rocket flying in the live broadcast room, it turned out that some netizens thought he sang well and rewarded him with a gift.

Masaki showed a smile and said to the camera: "Thank you for the rocket sent by the fat dragon in the sky, if you want to listen to the song, put the name of the song on the screen, and I will naturally sing it to everyone when I see it."

Next, Masaki sang five more songs, and the number of people in the live broadcast room also exceeded 10,000 for the first time, Masaki rubbed his throat, drank his saliva and said: "Everyone wait and send it again, my throat is not very comfortable, let's go to the ward first, look at the other rooms, I'll rest and then sing to everyone", after speaking, Masaki casually chose a room with a small number of people and clicked in.

Masaki glanced at it and found that this room was playing an anime called "Naruto", and he also liked to watch it, especially the Uchiha Itachi in it, who was his favorite character, and the anime was playing the scene where Uchiha Itachi subdued Deidara.

In the screen, people saw the scene of Itachi defeating Deidara under the blow, and they all sent barrages on the screen, some said that Itachi was handsome, some said that they also wanted to go to the Hokage, and some simply wanted to have a writing wheel.

Masaki looked at the kaleidoscope of the Itachi in the anime, but he was thinking about what he didn't want to do in the anime, he thought about his previous life, and felt extraordinarily a failure, the woman he liked could only watch as he threw himself into the arms of others, and he loved his parents but was unable to be filial, how good it would be if life could start all over again, he looked at Itachi on the screen, and thought that if there was another pair of eyes like this, it would be more perfect.

Masaki thought blankly, didn't see that the towel he had just thrown aside was slowly sliding from the table to the socket on the ground, and a drop of water was dripping from the towel into the socket, and finally, the towel fell down and connected to the socket, and the other end of the towel happened to be connected to the chair made by Masaki, and Masaki looked at the computer fixedly, not noticing at all.

The plug of the computer was soaked in water on the socket, sending out a burst of blue sparks, and a puff of smoke came out of the interface, at the same time, Zhengji also kept trembling and twitching, and the computer screen also flickered and fluctuated, and the people in the Zhengji live broadcast room saw Zhengji's constant twitching, and they typed on the computer one after another.

"Anchor anchor, what's wrong with you? Do you have epilepsy?" one of the barrages appeared, "The anchor has a seizure, who knows where the anchor is, call the police" Another barrage was posted.

Masaki kept shaking, his hair stood on end, and soon, a trace of white smoke came out of his head, and his computer was still running firmly, and the barrage was even more crazy.

"Help, the anchor is electrocuted, call to help him" A barrage has been sent, one after another similar barrage flashed from the screen, and some good deeds ran to other live broadcast rooms to send barrages "xxxxxx room live electrocution, people are no longer good" Similar information spread wildly in every live broadcast room, in an instant, the number of people in Zhengji's room reached one million, and the ridiculous number of Zhengji's tired and tired people was so little, and the number of people who came out of such a play today actually reached the number he dreamed of.

At this time, Masaki couldn't care about being happy about the number of people in his room, he felt a hot pain all over his body, trembling involuntarily, and couldn't make any movements, he knew that if no one helped him, then he might just be in this dilapidated rental house, maybe tomorrow his name will appear for the first time in the newspaper, "The anchor was electrocuted live and died".

Masaki trembled and looked at the barrage on the computer screen, he didn't know what it felt like, a trace of relief, and a trace of reluctance, he finally seemed to see the manga playing on the computer screen Uchiha Itachi's eyes looked straight at him, and then he tilted his head, and he was unconscious, and at the moment he fainted, the computer also went black, and a transparent figure could be vaguely seen rushing out of the Masaki Tianling cover and planting into the computer screen.

In a blur, Masaki seemed to be in a dark space when he was half-asleep, and saw Uchiha Itachi slowly walk in front of him, nodded his forehead, took out his eyes, and pressed them into Masaki's eyes, Masaki felt a heart-piercing pain, and then lost consciousness, and the last glance vaguely seemed to see Itachi's eyes bleeding and looking at himself and laughing.

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