"It's all you keyboard warriors, a group of shadowless things, constantly black and black, aren't you just jealous that he was born a poor boy and can mix well in the end and get everyone's like?!"

"Well, now he's really dead, it's all forced by you keyboard warriors, and you're going to have a life on your body from now on!"

His fans were hysterical.

Although many people think that the content of many of Song Xian's fans' remarks cannot withstand scrutiny, there are also many things that are reasonable, such as the rumors of drug use, but there is no evidence in the end, just a few marketing accounts said it over there.

Marketing account, who doesn't know that they are a group of people who take money to do things these days, and today they can bring this star back to life, maybe in a few days, they will advertise the star on their Weibo, and their faces are so ugly, everyone is already surprised.

What's more, drug use, if it's true, then the official Weibo of Ping An B City will also follow up and report, but it doesn't seem to be there, so it's really hard to say.

Song Xian's only black spot at present seems to be really the unspoken rules of the film "Palace History", Song Xian is GAY, torn between two men.

All in all, the public says that the public is reasonable, and the mother says that the mother is reasonable, everyone looks at the problem from their own standpoint, and it is really difficult to talk about one, two, three, four.

But now, Song Hyun is dead.

Died in the sea of scolding by the central government of the Internet.

Whose fault is it?

When people die, no matter how big their sins are, they can be forgiven and forgotten, not to mention Song Xian's private life, you haven't seen it with your own eyes.

The scolding was gone, and in its place, there was a sea of red candles, and one by one a candle was lit under Song Xian's Weibo.

Occasionally, a few people are scolded, not to mention being scolded, not to mention being scolded, even by some passers-by.

After half a month, the comment area below Song Xian's Weibo is finally clean.

As Song Xian said in a text message to Xiwan before committing suicide, "Actually, if I disappear, everything can be done again, right?" The good and the bad are all cleared, just like Liu Qi, whether it is Chen Bingyan or others, what he remembers is his good. And me, if I disappear, will it be my good if everyone remembers? ”

Maybe he was just deceiving himself at that time, but now, everyone has tacitly agreed not to mention the storm in the city before he committed suicide, leaving only a piece of peace.

——

The funeral was held three days later at the funeral home in City B.

On that day, the sky was gray, it was drizzling, and the sky was cold, Xiwan wore a white A-line skirt, and a small black suit outside, and felt a little cold, even if it was early summer.

She and Li Yan attended the funeral together.

In front of the mourning hall, Song Xian's mother held his photo, one after another, hysterical.

"What do you want me to do, my virtuous—what do you want your mother to do—"

"My virtuous man—what do you want your mother to do—how can you be so cruel and leave your mother behind—"

"How can you be so ruthless, my virtuous—how can you be so ruthless—my son—"

She cried and cried, again and again, almost mad, screaming hysterically, fainting several times, and sitting on the ground with the support of relatives and friends, patting her back, and crying in a dumb voice.

Everyone was silent.

Song Xian's relatives and friends were all red and full of tears, and they sobbed in a low voice.

Xi Wan and Li Yan took the lighted incense handed over by the Taoist priest, bowed in front of his mourning hall, and looked at the black frame photo on a blue background, both of them only in their hearts, praying that he would go well with peace of mind.

Song Xian's funeral, many artists in the circle were present, including the crew of "Palace History", and all of them were all present, although Song Xian's family did not invite them, after all, the crew fired Song Xian, who they were proud of, for them, this is a shame.

Many people sat under Song Xian's mourning hall and mourned silently.

Xiwan and Li Yan didn't plan to stay for dinner, so they naturally gave Song Xian incense, offered a flower basket and planned to leave after giving a favor.

Just when Xi Wan and Li Yan finished inserting the incense, they were about to go to the favor, and there was a whisper in the crowd.

Lu Yuanshan is coming.

He was dressed in a black suit, his face was visibly cold, and his whole body was full of cold and terrifying aura. Many people wanted to come forward to say hello to him, but they were afraid because of his red-haired crazy eyes.

The Taoist priest who had been in charge of lighting incense in front of the mourning hall handed it to Lu Yuanshan after lighting the incense, which Lu Yuanshan was motionless, just staring at the ice coffin with a pair of eyes.

The Taoist priest in charge of lighting the incense saw that the visitor did not accept the incense in his hand for a long time, and wondered, looked up at the distant mountains of the road, and saw that he had a tendency to sweep Kyushu with a storm, and he couldn't help but shudder, holding the incense in his hand, did he urge him to take it or not?

"This first—"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lu Yuanshan slamming one hand on the ice coffin, "Is this the answer you gave me?!" Yes?! Song Xian! You're ruthless, you're so ruthless!! You're—ruthless!!! ”

The Taoist priest was so frightened that he trembled, and the incense ashes on his hands fell to the ground.

"me up! Song Xian! Get up! Without my permission, you dare to die, dare to die! Lu Yuanshan said in the end, his fists clenched into fists, and the green tendons were exposed, which looked so terrifying.

Many people were frightened and silent by such a distant mountain, and for a moment, they didn't know what to say.

Just when Lu Yuanshan was going crazy, the other guests who came to attend the funeral also arrived here, and the Taoist priest saw that the incense in his hand was still holding, so he said cautiously, "Sir-don't you go to incense?" ”

Lu Yuanshan turned his head to the side and stared at the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest was forced to take a step back by the gaze, and raised his hand awkwardly, Lu Yuanshan took the three incense sticks, his eyes were red, he bowed three times, inserted incense, and muttered, "Don't think that you are dead, I will let your little lover go, don't think about it, I won't!" ”

After he finished inserting the incense, he didn't sit down for a moment, and left.

The secretary who followed him, after giving Song Xian incense, gave the gift of himself and Lu Yuanshan to the person in charge over there, and immediately ran out in a hurry and went with his boss.

At that time, Xiwan and Li Yan looked at each other.

Wu Tianming was in front of Xi Wan and them, and seeing that Xi Wan was also there, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "Hey, he is still so young, he is actually an actor who will have a great future, so he went like this, it's a pity." ”

"Now that it's like this, hey-the clips he played in "Palace History" are not reduced, so let's remember him, and the box office will be lost."

(To be continued.) )