Chapter 2: The So-Called Murderous Nightmare
As for the murderous nightmare that lasted for a week...
After Jiang Yan's analysis and speculation during this time, it seems to be a life experience that he has never experienced before.
Or a fragment of another person's memory.
"It's not that you're glowing, it's me who gilded you."
"If you endure the wind and snow in the distance, and we can't do anything about it, then we pray that the wind and snow will also fall on us."
"But Lin Zekun, when I can't sleep because of you, who are you sleeping with?"
"All the time you were able to hurt the people who loved you the most, and now you're finally free."
"The moon I touched was not the moon, but I mistook the dust for treasure."
"When you hold up a sign and come for him, there will always be a few seconds in his life when he loves you."
"You used to be full of light, but later I realized that it was just the light in my eyes when I looked at you."
"Lin Zekun, do you really not care? Love and fame are in sight, don't you care? ”
A third-tier idol who debuted in the popular talent show of China University relied on a vote from fans to make a krypton gold krypton, and collapsed because the paparazzi exposed that he was in love, sleeping powder, and gambling with a fetus.
If you are just insulted and humiliated by the people who eat melons, forget it, anyway, there is still a lot of money to be made, and the future life can still be beautiful, but I didn't expect those true love fans who have always been loyal to them to start to lose their fans collectively.
But he himself is not very open-minded, so one accidentally died suddenly because of alcoholism day and night.
"This man's life is really sad and ridiculous..."
He had the perfect start that countless trainees could only dream of, but the follow-up process and ending were very sloppy.
Not only did his business ability as an idol not improve at all after his debut, but he even gradually regressed, but he also failed to live up to the trust and love of fans again and again.
Appearance, strength, character, which one of his online is online?
In the future of China, this kind of person can also debut?
Jiang Yan, who was unwilling, frowned, because the psychological pressure caused by the nightmare was too great, and the sweat that burst out had already soaked the white T on his body.
The two worlds created by one wall really let too many artists who are not worthy of virtue eat the dividends of the times!
This kind of idol who has no chance to debut overseas at all can get an amazing income more than half of the overseas first-line idol with the support of fans...
In this kind of environment where fame and fortune can be achieved casually, will anyone really be stupid and thankless to roll up their strength, instead of rolling up their appearance and hot searches?
Probably... No, I don't.
Sleepiness hit like a tidal wave and covered the indignation, and in a daze, he fell into a dream again.
The boy held his breath in the small ditch in the field and grabbed the crab with his bare hands, and the old man with a kind smile behind him whispered reminders and suggestions from time to time, and he was about to catch the little crab hiding under the stones, but he was too nervous to make a noise.
The boy screamed and quickly pulled his hand out of the water, with the crab trying to defend his life, and the old man behind him couldn't help laughing loudly when he saw this, and taunted his grandson by the way.
In the cool evening of early summer, an old man and a young man sat on a small wooden bench in a daze against the sparkling lake, but as the fish suddenly took the bait, the two of them instantly cheered up, one made a voice and the other made a contribution, and finally succeeded in harvesting the first fish of the day, getting rid of the title of the air force that made the angler feel ashamed.
When the final boss of the finale, Gatanjee, was about to destroy the petrified Tiga, he hurriedly called his grandfather to rummage through the cabinets and brought him a flashlight, and in the end, it was natural that Tiga received the light he sent and successfully defeated the powerful monster.
In the sixth grade of primary school, there was a parent-teacher conference, and the parents of the other students were all young fathers or mothers, but it was his grandfather who sat next to the boy, although the young man's extraordinarily delicate and sensitive psychology made him feel a little embarrassed and embarrassed, but the kind face of the grandfather soothed his ashamed emotions very well.
The pieces were divided, and the dream shadows representing different stories flickered in Jiang Yan's mind one after another.
It's like playing a movie at triple speed.
Gradually, his grandfather, who played with the boy, and his grandmother, who always lectured him, lost their lives in turn, and then his parents, who worked in the city and rarely saw him, took him to live in the big city.
Although there are still three people at the dinner table every day, there is a lot less communication between them.
Although I made a lot of new friends at my new school, the topics of discussion every day changed from the way crabs were caught and farmed in the past to the latest games and anime.
Although the place where he lived was cleaner and tidier, and there were fewer mosquitoes every night, it was not as fun as the spacious small yard in his hometown.
Inexplicably because of his good looks, he was favored by the company, inexplicably did a job he didn't like under the company's arrangement and persuasion, inexplicably got the opportunity to appear on a TV show, inexplicably gained the love of fans, inexplicably debuted in a group with a group of people who were not very related, and inexplicably earned money that he had never thought of before...
When I grow up, I take a hard look at the world again, and what comes into view seems to be a depressed gray.
No matter how glamorous his appearance is on the stage, no matter how dazzling he is in front of fans, it is fake.
Only the money earned in your hand is real.
When he returned home, he was still greeted to eat, but the familiar people and voices had long since disappeared, and he often felt lost and empty, so he gradually disappeared into the bubble of extravagant pleasures.
Jiang Yan opened his eyes, and there were vague tears in the corners of his eyes.
He sat up from the bed, looked at the clock hanging on the wall, and it was past nine o'clock, and before he knew it, a few hours had passed, and the window was completely bright.
Jiang Yan rubbed his tightly locked eyebrows, trying to recall in his mind the dreams that had been torn apart just now.
Obviously, that is Lin Zekun's story.
Although the experiences of the two are completely different, because they have fused Lin Zekun's memories in the past few days, and they have personally substituted it in the form of a dream last night, Jiang Yan's emotions at the moment have indeed been more or less affected by him.
"Sure enough, everyone is complicated."
Jiang Yan went to the bathroom and turned on the faucet to wash his cold water face, trying to cool down his tense nerves and restore his former calm, and then stood in front of the mirror, wiped back the bangs that naturally fell on his forehead, and examined the handsome cheeks with water droplets.
It is a pity that the joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same.
You are not me, and I cannot be you.
I may be able to understand what you did, after all, not everyone can get out of the mud after entering the colorful dye vat of the entertainment industry, but I still can't accept your behavior of deceiving fans.
Because from the beginning to the end, they are the only ones who believe in you unconditionally and without expecting anything in return.
And you have failed their support and affection.
If it were me, it would definitely be different.
But no matter what, I will continue on this path, after all, this is also my pursuit.
Jiang Yan smiled gently, lowered his head and squeezed toothpaste into his toothbrush, ready to start the day.