The day after Diqiong was sent to the hospital for rescue, the headlines of major media had a new trend.

"The popular artist Di Qiong fell from the building late at night and was sent to the hospital for rescue, and this morning the hospital announced that the rescue was ineffective. ”

Singer Di Qiong failed to be rescued at 2:45 a.m. Beijing time and has lost his vital signs, and it is reported that he is an organ donation volunteer. ”

"Dijon's fall from a building late at night is suspected to have been caused by a drug overdose, and the police have certified that drugs were found from his apartment, and drug tests are ongoing. ”

Early in the morning, Pei Ji came to Zhou He with a newspaper to listen.

It was Lu Pin who opened the door for him, and Pei Ji was surprised when he saw him, "You are here so early?"

Lu Pin opened his mouth but stopped talking, Pei Ji didn't bother to pay attention to him, and strode directly into the apartment.

As he walked, he pointed to the big black letters on the newspaper with a proud expression, "See! ”

Zhou Erting just finished exercising, slowly sat up from the sit-up machine, took a towel and wiped his sweat casually, and glanced at Pei Ji indifferently.

Pei Ji intuitively felt that he was not in high spirits, so he walked over with a smile and said, "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Zhou Yiting smiled disguisedly, "It's nothing, I'm tired." ”

"Impossible! I'm a big star, I know what it's like to be tired, you're definitely not tired! I've only been back for one night, is Lu Pin making trouble with you? I know that his little cousin is simply ......."

Zhou Heting interrupted his chatter, "Pei Ji, I'm fine." What did you write in that newspaper?"

Pei Ji couldn't, so he had to follow his words: "It's nothing, it's just that the drugs were turned out of Di Qiong's house." ”

Zhou Heting wiped his hair and frowned, "So what?

Pei Ji pursed his lips and shook his head, "The police only said that drugs were found, and the rest did not respond to anything, saying that they were still investigating, but ...... Diqiong's rescue failed. ”

Zhou Heting's movements paused, "After such a long operation, still not saved?"

"No...... Now that the Internet has exploded, if you think about it, it was first revealed that it was privately possessed/narcotics, and then the rescue failed, and netizens almost didn't know which topic to tear up first. ”

Zhou Er took the newspaper and glanced at it hastily, "Haven't you found out if he took drugs when he jumped off the building?"

Pei Ji shook his head and sat next to him, "Eighty percent of it was sucked, and the final result may really be as everyone guessed, self-inflicted." ”

Zhou He listened to a perfunctory "um" and took a towel into the bath/room, "I'm going to take a shower, and I'm sweating just after exercising." ”

Pei Ji didn't know why, "By the way, I haven't asked you yet, what kind of strenuous exercise do you do so early?" He looked back at Lu Pin, who had been sitting obediently on the side and bowed his head without speaking, "What time did he get up?"

Lu Pin bowed his head, and raised his head when he heard the words, "Let's listen to him...... He didn't sleep. ”

"Didn't sleep?" Pei Ji was surprised, and he was about to ask Zhou He through the door of the bathroom/room, but there was already the sound of running water inside.

"What does it mean that he hasn't slept? What did he do all night?" Pei Ji couldn't, so he could only grab Lu Pin for answers.

Lu Pin was panicked by him, thought about it for a while, and finally felt that Pei Da and Mr. Zhou were already a couple after all, and this matter would be known sooner or later, so he hesitated at will, and decided to tell Pei Ji, "Listen to him...... Something happened at home. ”

Pei Ji was even more confused, "He has brothers and sisters in his family!?"

Lu Pin shook his head sadly, "It's his father." ”

Pei Ji wanted to ask more, but Lu Pin felt that the idea just now was too stupid, how could he tell him by himself, so he firmly shut up, "For the rest, you should ask and listen to yourself, I don't know!"

Pei Ji sat on the sofa, and he couldn't guess why.

Hasn't he lived with his mother since he was a child? He has been with him for so long, and he has never heard him mention a little bit about his father, this role should not appear in his life, why did he suddenly pop up again......

was thinking wildly, Zhou Jiting had already finished taking a shower and walked out wrapped in a bathrobe.

Lu Pin sneaked into the kitchen with interest, and only Pei Ji and him were left in the living room.

Pei Ji was straightforward, "What's wrong with your father?"

Zhou He was stunned when he heard this, and instantly guessed what Lu Pin said, and his face suddenly became gloomy, "It's nothing." ”

"How can it be nothing? Lu Pin said that you haven't slept all night! What happened? You tell me that I can help you too!"

Zhou He listened and said with a straight face: "It's not a question of whether to help or not, it's ......" he said and sat down a little tiredly, "My father called me last night, to be exact, it was his lawyer who called, saying that he ...... He had cancer and couldn't hold on for long, and he wanted to see me again when he was dying. ”

Pei Ji didn't know what to say, "Then you...... Did you know there was such a father? Or did he suddenly look for you......

Zhou Heting held his temples and was expressionless, "I always knew about his existence, but we haven't met." ”

"What about you...... He should be in England, you're going to go back......"

Zhou Heting directly interrupted him, "I won't go back, I made it very clear to his lawyer that it has nothing to do with me why he died or how many times he died." ”

Pei Ji stroked his slightly bent back, "Are you okay?"

Zhou Jiting suddenly raised his head a little excitedly, "Did he come when I wanted to see my father countless times?"

More than 20 years ago, in the drizzle of London, the little Zhou listened to the dilapidated fabric sofa at home, held the receiver of the telephone and dialed out a series of familiar numbers, and after hearing the sweet voice of a woman on the other side, he dragged a soft tail and said: "Hello, can I talk to Dad?"

The maid over there was a little surprised, and asked his father what his name was, and thought it was the servant's child.

"My dad's name is ·. "The child is not very articulate, but when he pronounces his father's name, he is very clear, and he does not make a single syllable.

The maid asked again as if she hadn't heard clearly, "Who did you say your father was?" In the background, an old man asked her who was calling, and took the receiver directly.

"My dad is. The young Zhou listened to it and repeated it obediently, and the words were more distinct.

However, in response to him, the old man said viciously, "Wild boy, don't call again! Let you/mom take care of your own seeds! There is no father here here! If you dare to call again, I will call the police!" After speaking, the old man hung up the phone mercilessly.

The child listened to the busy sound on the phone, and his big eyes were full of tears, but he did not cry. He put the microphone back, climbed off the couch, trotted all the way to his bedside, carefully pulled out a diary from under the pillow, turned the title page, and made sure that he had not typed the wrong number over and over again, and the tears in his eyes fell uncontrollably over and over again. He heard other children always say that their father at home reprimanded him, "If you cry again, you will be thrown away", he thought that he must have been too crying when he was born, so he would be angry with his father, and his mother was always unhappy when she saw him every day.

The more Xiao Zhou listened to it, the more angry he became, and the childish/tender handwriting on the diary was once again washed with tears, covering the traces of the previous tears.

Closing his eyes, these past events will linger around him, Zhou Heting slowly breathed a few beats, let himself detach himself from the memories of the past, and said calmly: "I don't need a father, and he doesn't need another son." ”

Pei Ji clinged to him tightly, only feeling that a piece of ice was pasted.

"Good...... If you don't go, you won't go," he said softly, "and I'm not happy if you want to go back." ”

Zhou Yiting turned his head to look at him and grabbed his hand, "I'm fine, I already figured it out last night." I'm just angry that he didn't bring me a complete life, but I still vainly want to give him back a good death that he doesn't deserve. The father is kind and the son is filial, and without kindness, how can we talk about filial piety. ”

Pei Ji pretended to sigh, "Your ancient literature is getting better and better, Professor Zhou." ”

Zhou Yiting was amused by him, "What Professor Zhou?"

"That's what they call you on the Internet, those little fans under your Weibo, a mouthful of Professor Zhou. Pei Ji exaggeratedly learned the tone of the little girl, and Zhou Heting couldn't help but bump into him, "you, why didn't I see it when I watched it." ”

"That's your clumsiness, look at ......" Pei Ji said and handed the phone to him, "See for yourself, isn't it!"

Zhou Heting took the phone, and his originally smiling expression was a little stiff after seeing the page on the screen, "What's going on with this headline?"

Pei Ji leaned over when he heard this, only to see that the original headline on the hot search list had been replaced with new content, and it was written: "Di Qiong was exposed by his old friends and his life was erosive."

Pei Ji was stunned for a moment, "What kind of road is this? Di Qiong has just passed away here, and his family's public relations has stopped doing things?"

Zhou Erting was also confused, and after clicking in, he only saw that the popular Weibo came from a marketing account in the entertainment industry, and he made a long Weibo and Jiugongge, and the number of low comments and retweets was growing at a rapid rate.

casually clicked into a picture, only to see the pictures and texts, an obscure nightclub selfie in a man is obviously Di Qiong, is drinking with a woman with bare breasts and breasts, the text content is written in detail the date, place and person, it is ironclad evidence.

Looking at the comments below, the hot comments are actually extremely unified, almost all of them are scolding him for taking drugs and dating for himself, and occasionally a few fans come over to correct the name of the idol and they are all sprayed with blood, or passers-by are watching and eating melons, and by the way, sigh the chaos of the entertainment industry and Di Qiong "hide deep enough". Looking at the homepage, where is there any remark that it is a pity that the popular artist died unexpectedly.

Zhou Yiting frowned, "What does this mean?"

Pei Ji couldn't understand this routine, "It stands to reason that they should make Di Qiong's image a little worse now, emphasizing that he is an organ donor or starting from other angles, how can they let the media belittle him so much, this is simply whipping the corpse." ”

Zhou Heting looked at him, "Is this really a public relations mistake?"

Pei Ji's face was solemn, "I'll contact Director Wu first." As he spoke, he took his mobile phone and dialed Director Wu's number, but it turned out to be busy, "It's strange, who did he call so early?"

Zhou Heting was still scrolling through Weibo, and after a while, he suddenly grabbed Pei Ji's arm, Pei Ji was confused by his abnormal behavior, "What's wrong?"

He raised his head and looked at Pei Ji, "Di Qiong didn't commit suicide, he killed him." ”

Pei Ji was stunned when he heard this, "Why are you so sure." ”

"Although it's just speculation, it's ......," Zhou Heting handed over his mobile phone, "the prisoners related to his murder are in these Weibo posts." 166 Reading Network