Senior Superstar

The prompt sound of the system's applause value was excited, just like a big bell, shaking Li Shixin into ecstasy.

1.2 million

single.

The movie isn't over yet!

ah.

Sitting in the best movie-watching position in the fourth row, looking at the leek (crossed out) heads under his feet that were shaking because of sobbing, two blushes appeared on Li Shixin's face, and a tinge of blood appeared in his squinted eyes. layer of fog.

This feeling

Yada!

Amidst the comforting wailing in the old man's heart, the plot on the big screen has reached the last part of the film.

The story of the ninth act has already begun.

Dazhi left, just as suddenly as he broke into the city ignorantly.

It seems that he has never been to this city.

But where he has been, it feels like something is missing.

In the office area of ​​the radio and television program "Hongshan Tells You", although the program was ordered by the leader to stop broadcasting for rectification, people are still busy.

It's just that the difference from the past is that the previous joking and laughing are gone. Instead, it's depressingly dull.

"Xiao Sun, have you finished the program schedule you asked for in the station? Hurry up, the editor-in-chief just asked for it from me! Tsk, why is the boiling water gone? Oh, the blue one I put here Where's the document on the cover? Dazhi! Da!"

A person walked in hurriedly, sat down in the office and greeted Simultaneously, then picked up the water glass in his hand. He yelled habitually, but halfway through the yelling, he froze.

In the office area, everyone's eyes were on him.

Under the complicated eyes of his colleagues, the man smiled wryly, got up silently and walked to the drinking fountain.

He shook his head seeing the hot water area that was burning and hadn't reached temperature yet.

"I heard that Dazhi left without even receiving his salary."

In the silence, a little girl muttered softly.

"Hey, he might be really sad."

"That's right. He has done so much for Tintin. In the end, he couldn't even meet him. He is such a simple person."

"Hey, I was thinking, if Dazhi is here, our office will have a top ten employee this quarter."

Immediately, someone echoed a few words.

But in exchange, it was indeed a longer silence.

In the corner office, feeling the oppression outside, Hong Shan put down the lighter in his hand.

He picked up his coat and car keys, and walked out of the office area in silence.

It is cramped and narrow, and it can be classified as a kind of urbanization stain. There are not many opportunities to buy luxury cars.

And a celebrity in a city like Hongshan is even more of a spectacle.

When Hong Shan asked about Dazhi's house, the neighbors sitting around the big sign at the entrance of the alley, people enthusiastically took him to an illegal building attached to the tube building.

That abrupt and low house is like Dazhi who shouldn't live in this society.

"Since Dazhi came back, he has locked himself in it. We have been persuading him for two days. Mr. Hong, you can talk, so please talk to him!"

"Yes, no matter what, you can't stop eating! People are like iron and rice is like steel!"

Standing in front of Dazhi's house, Hong Shan frowned as he looked at the piles of meals that had been delivered by someone at the door.

He stepped forward, moved the food away with the help of neighbors, and knocked lightly on the door.

"Dazhi, I'm Hong Shan. Are you in there?"

The house was as quiet as a tomb.

"Dazhi, I know you're sad. But it's not good for you. Look, the neighbors are thinking about you. Be obedient and open the door."

Still no response.

"Dazhi! I am very disappointed by your appearance! Do you know that everyone cares about you, don't be childish. Open the door quickly! Let me tell you, you are escaping! That's right, Ding Ding didn't come back, You are very sad. But this is not the reason for you to give up! What did you tell me before? You must get Tintin back, right?"

"For you, I lost my show and ruined my future. Xiaoyi also left with his mother, and I didn't even have time to see him! Just to help you find Ding Ding! What's going on now?! Shutter, hurry up Open the damn door!"

No matter how stern Hong Shan's voice is, no matter how softly Hong Shan persuades him, he still remains motionless inside.

Looking at the closed wooden door, Hong Shan took a deep breath and took two steps back.

Then, he kicked hard towards that damned door!

Boom!

The weak door was kicked open.

But looking at the scene inside, all the people standing outside were stunned.

In the small and cramped living room, a fortress appeared.

It is a fortress made of thousands of colorful paper cranes!

Under the reflection of the setting sun, those thousands of paper cranes glowed with colorful halos, reflecting the messy house like a dream.

Through the gaps of those paper cranes, one can see a faint figure, sitting there as if dead.

It turned out that it was not a fortress gathered by thousands of paper cranes, but an extremely gorgeous tomb.

"Dazhi, are you okay? Can I come in?"

Hearing Hong Shan's cautious voice, the person in the tomb raised his head slightly.

"There's not a lot of space here. The house is small and it's too, too cramped."

Hearing Dazhi's voice, Hong Shan heaved a long sigh of relief.

He took a step forward.

"It's okay, I've lived in a rental house in Pudong before, it doesn't matter if it's a little crowded."

"I've screwed everybody up. Really, I've screwed everybody up."

Even in extreme grief, Dazhi still heads, the penitent himself.

"It's okay, Dazhi. It's okay, we can continue to work hard. I can still search for you for ten years until you get Ding Ding back. But you have to let me know what you are thinking now, okay?"

"Please, Dazhi."

Squatting in front of the Qianzhihe's grave, Hong Shan discussed with almost a pleading voice.

With his magnetic, persuasive voice, the great wisdom from the grave raised his head.

The two eyes finally came together.

"I saw your eyes full of kindness. They said you resigned. How can you resign, Dazhi?"

"Ding Ding doesn't need me anymore, I can't get Ding Ding back."

There was a cry in Dazhi's voice, and his extremely tired eyes were full of despair.

"She has a new home, and he doesn't need me anymore."

"Who told you this? Someone from the police station? Or Tintin's adoptive mother?"

Hong Shan frowned and asked.

"No, it's not. It's not what they say, it's me, I know."

"ha!"

Looking at Dazhi's frustrated face, Hong Shan smiled angrily: "It's the first time I've heard you say such a stupid thing. Dazhi, listen to me. Ding Ding will come back, everyone hopes Ding Ding will come back, and continue to live happily with you Together. Do you know how hard it is? Very few people get the support of so many people, not even me. But you have to fight for her! You know, you have to fight, you can't be closed here Own."

Wow!

The top of the tomb was smashed by a tall figure.

In front of all the neighbors and Hong Shan, Dazhi collapsed.

The collapse was so complete.

He turned round and round, biting his short nails vigorously, his tired face was flushed instantly, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out.

He hooked his body to the extreme hysterically, and then chopped the floor with his feet fiercely.

"I tried! Tried hard!"

His collapse made Hong Shan excited too.

"Dazhi, you need to work harder!"

"You don't understand at all! You don't understand at all!"

Dazhi waved his hands like a sad child, expressing his emotions without restraint.

"What don't I understand?"

"You don't understand the feeling of trying again and again, again and again, but can't succeed! You were born perfect, but I was born like this! You are perfect! People like you don't understand at all!"

Faced with Dazhi's hysterical roar and accusation, Hong Shan's eyes were full of shock when he said something that was not in Dazhi's style at all.

He clapped his hands on his chest.

"My kind?"

"Yes, your kind! You don't understand the feeling of being hurt at all. Because you don't feel it, your kind doesn't feel it!"

"fart!"

Boom!

Hong Shan was completely enraged, he kicked those paper cranes flying all over the place.

Almost holding Dazhi's nose, he stepped forward.

"You bastard! Do you think you're the only one suffering? Let me tell you about my kind of person, I feel lost, small and ugly, nothing! My wife fucks with other, more perfect men than me, Cuckold me! My son hates me, he doesn't even call me daddy when he talks to me! I just want to give him a better life, but I don't want to ignore him. He looked at me at the game that day, his eyes were full It's disappointment, he even said I'm not as good as you idiot! Every morning I wake up feeling lost, I look around, everyone's family seems to be happy, but I can't do it. No matter how hard I try, it seems to be wrong. No matter what the hell I do, I will never be the best!"

Hong Shan's expression was contorted, tears the size of soybeans streaming down the law lines beside his nose.

As he spoke, he squatted on the ground, buried his face in his knees, and wept thoroughly.

Dazhi calmed down seeing Hong Shan who was completely different from what he had imagined, not powerful at all, and even more fragile than a child.

He squatted down slowly and put his palm on Hong Shan's shoulder.

"You are perfect enough. Teacher Hong, Li, the amazing Teacher Hong."

Looking at Hong Shan who kept shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head, Dazhi slowly opened his arms and held him in his arms.

The two men who had completely torn off their camouflage and showed their softest parts to each other embraced among the paper cranes scattered all over the floor.