01
His hair was bleached into silvery white, his mountain roots were tall and straight, the angle between the tip of his nose was almost 90 degrees, and his lip line was straight, uninhibited and unruly, like a villain in anime.
This is my first impression of Shi Jinghui.
During the summer vacation of my junior year, I went home early, and my cousin Song Qingmu just finished the college entrance examination, so he called and said he wanted to get a spare key. My aunt's old house hasn't lived in it for several years, and only my mother goes to help water the flowers on the balcony every week.
If something went wrong, my mother was afraid that he would be a demon, so I asked me to find out. When I went downstairs, I was attracted by the young man beside Song Qingmu.
"Zhong Wanyue, don't patronize the handsome guy..." Song Qingmu remembered that he had begged me, and immediately changed his mind, "Cousin, do you have the key?"
I shook the key: "I just asked my aunt, and she said she didn't know about it. Be honest, what are you doing with the key?"
Song Qingmu scratched his head and pointed to the person beside him: "I want to lend my friend a night."
"Hello, elder sister," the boy stood up and nodded in greeting, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
The hair color is too eye-catching, and my eyes can't help but fall on his silver hair: "Are you playing Ba Wei?"
"Going to the barbershop to be a model for dyeing hair is paid," he patted his head, as if he understood my concerns, "I will be dyed black in two days, don't worry, I'm not a jerk."
I handed the key to Song Qingmu, and I was worried about these two boys who had just finished the college entrance examination, and was going to follow them back.
"Cousin, there's no need to distrust me so much!"
Song Qingmu had a hurt expression on his face, but Shi Jinghui didn't respond. He stopped and asked me when he passed the vegetable shop downstairs, "Is there anything you want to eat tonight, sister?"
"Who of you can cook?" I was full of question marks.
Before Song Qingmu could answer, Shi Jinghui had already bent down and picked up the dish: "I'm cooking, it's still delicious, you can try it later."
Song Qingmu looked proud: "I can attest to this, he is definitely the best cook among my friends."
In addition to some dust falling in the old house, water, electricity and gas can still be used normally. Shi Jing returned to the kitchen to prepare the dishes skillfully without any help from us. The hood roared, just enough to cover up the conversation. Song Qingmu was sitting in the living room watching TV, I grabbed his ear: "Be honest, what's the situation?"
"It's him who quarreled with his family. As a good brother, can I die?" Song Qingmu grinned, "Don't worry, sister, he will only stay for two days, we will not mess around."
Shi Jinghui cooked quickly, and before it got dark, he brought out four dishes. He handed me a pair of chopsticks, and there was a faint expectation in his eyes: "Sister, do you want to try it?"
I picked up a piece of Coca-Cola chicken wing and gave a thumbs up after just one bite: "I'm impressed!"
Shi Jinghui finally smiled, but his smile was unexpectedly delicate: "Thank you for your affirmation."
However, before I could take the second bite, my mother's life-threatening phone call came: "Zhong Wanyue! Send me a key and I lost myself, right? Go home and eat!"
I then remembered that my original intention to go downstairs was just to give the keys, but I was tempted by the beauty, so I could only put down my chopsticks in resentment: "I have to go home, I owe this meal first, and I will eat it next time."
In the end, Shi Jing sent me downstairs. I was still sorry that I didn't eat the delicious food in my mouth, but he comforted me: "The summer vacation is so long, there will always be another chance."
"I hope to meet again next time, not because you ran away from home."
He smiled vaguely: "I hope so too."
The keys were returned two days later, the room had been cleaned, the rubbish bags had been collected, and even the floor had been mopped again. Song Qingmu was too lazy to save his socks for a week before washing them, so he probably didn't clean them.
I thought of Shi Jinghui's dazzling silver hair again, and I regretted it in hindsight. It would be a pity to dye it black like this.
02
Meeting Shi Jinghui again was the night before the results of the college entrance examination.
After eating my mother's cooking for two weeks, I was particularly greedy for snacks. I finally picked a time when my parents were out for a walk and sneaked into the night market for a late-night snack. The night market is lively, people in twos and threes are sitting around the table, behind the open-air cauldrons of the roadside stalls, the ingredients are put in, and there is a sound of oily smoke. Just hearing this sound made my mouth water.
The table is tight, and I was looking down to eat grilled squid skewers when I heard someone ask, "Hello, is there anyone sitting here?"
I looked up and met Shi Jinghui's gaze. He really dyed his hair black, which eliminated the unruly and looked a lot more obedient. He opened his mouth, and I was one step ahead of him to speak first: "Don't call me 'sister', just call my name!"
This movement caused the people at the next table to turn around frequently, so I had to reach out and drag him down, Shi Jing recalled laughing but didn't dare, wrinkled his nose like a Bernese Mountain puppy: "Okay, Zhong Wanyue, thank you for talking to me. I make the table."
As soon as he sat down, I smelled the smell of alcohol, and I couldn't help but look at him more: "Drinking? Is it because you didn't do well in the test?"
"Don't judge people by their appearance, I have good grades." Shi Jinghui didn't answer directly, "You have a very smart nose."
I looked smug: "Of course, every time my dad steals a drink, he can't hide it from me. As soon as I hear it, I know it. He is afraid that I will sue my mother, so he will have to 'bribe' me."
Shi Jinghui blinked, his tone seemed to be joking: "My nose is also very powerful, I can smell more than 100 kinds of perfumes."
"Bragging, what did I spray today?"
I think he must be drunk, otherwise, how could he really bow his head and smell it, his hair almost touches the tip of my nose. One second, two seconds...I didn't dare to move at all.
Finally, he looked up, with the orange lights of the stall in his eyes, and proudly confirmed to me, "It's the 'Orange Green Spring', right? It's also called Dark Cloud Citrus, and it has a strong citrus tone."
I pinched the palm of my hand sharply, and warned myself not to think too much. I attributed it all to the lack of sense of proportion in the young man, and at the same time, I moved the chair back calmly.
"You're right, your luck is very good."
Seeing that I didn't care, Shi Jinghui ignited a competitive spirit, and after eating supper, he dragged me to the air gun stand, picked up the toy gun and started reloading: "Even if you drink alcohol, you can be very powerful, look at me. ."
The night wind is blowing slowly, and the smell of citrus is like a cocoon, wrapping a world that only belongs to the two of us.
He sank his shoulders, the corners of his mouth pursed in earnestness, closed his left eye, hooked his fingertips back, and with a "bang", the balloon on the circular plate was smashed by plastic marbles.
Fifty rounds of bullets resulted in a total of forty-seven shots, and even the boss couldn't help but praise: "You're a good guy, I really lost money today."
Shi Jinghui smiled clearly, bowed slightly and saluted me, with a gentleman attitude, but his expression was so stinky: "Choose any gift."
I didn't like the plush dolls in the prize, so I ended up picking a peach-colored plush pouch with an equally fluffy cherry hanging from the handle.
That night, I spent half an hour in front of the closet just to come up with an outfit that matched it.
Later, I owned many bags, big-name, niche, self-purchased, and gifts from others, so many that I even organized a cloakroom.
03
The next day, the news in the family group exploded. My dear cousin Song Qingmu got a low score that shocked the whole family. Song Qingmu called his aunt even to report the score, and he didn't dare to show up at home for fear that his aunt would swallow him alive.
Aunt had been sitting on the sofa with a stick and waiting, but she didn't see him coming back until dinner time, only to find that his phone was also off. Aunt was shocked and scared, so she called and asked us to look for it.
"Don't panic, Aoki is so old, what can happen?" My mother winked at us while comforting my aunt, "Okay, okay, let's go look for it too."
The soldiers were divided into two groups. My parents went to the old house to find them, and I went to the Internet cafes on West Street to find them. There are a total of 29 Internet cafes on West Street, and I found the seventh one. I met Shi Jinghui, who was busy.
The small space was filled with smoke, the crackling of the keyboard was cluttered, and some customers stretched their necks and shouted for the network administrator. Holding several buckets of instant noodles in his arms and two bottles of drinks in one hand, he walked through it calmly, delivering the items to his seats one by one, and then helping new guests to check in.
After seeing me, Shi Jinghui immediately strode over and pulled me out of the turbid air: "Is something wrong?"
I sneezed, rubbed my nose and asked, "Has Song Qingmu been here before? After the score is out, the family can't contact him anymore."
"He hasn't been here, and he hasn't contacted me." Shi Jing looked back at his phone, saw that I was about to leave, and stopped me, "Wait a minute, give me a minute."
He went back quickly, changed his clothes and came out: "I'll accompany you to find it."
We rummaged through the West Street. We found the night falling from the sunset. We didn't see Song Qingmu until eleven o'clock in the evening. Finally, we could only sit on the roadside to rest.
Worrying about Song Qingmu also turned into anger, I gritted my teeth and grabbed a pinch of grass at my feet: "When I find Song Qingmu, I will really break his dog legs."
Shi Jinghui didn't have the strength to respond to me. He was much more tired than I was running up and down the whole process, and he had already fallen on the grass.
I went to the convenience store to buy water, and then I remembered and asked him, "Are you working in an Internet cafe for summer vacation? Are you eighteen?"
"Eighteen years and eleven days, legal part-time job." He took advantage of his strength to sit up and drank water in small sips. "Every day after get off work, you can go to the night market for supper, and there's nothing wrong with it."
"By the way, is your score still ideal?"
He winked at me. "If nothing else, you'll see me on this year's citywide honor roll."
A motorcycle drove across the road, came back roaring in an instant, and stopped in front of us. Shi Jinghui's whole body froze, and I looked over without knowing why. The female rider on the motorcycle took off his helmet, and the big wavy curly hair shook away. His eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Shi Jinghui's, but because of the red lipstick. more showy.
The pretty motorcycle aunt looked at me and showed a smile: "Hello, little beauty, are you dating my son?"
I widened my eyes, Shi Jinghui stood up with a frown, and stood in front of me: "Mom, this is my friend's sister, don't talk nonsense."
"It's a pity." The pretty aunt looked away and sneered again, "I'm calling me mom now? I didn't see you all day yesterday, what's the matter? Your mom's second marriage made you ashamed, didn't you?"
"I don't want to quarrel with you," Shi Jinghui said in a cold tone, "You go home early tonight, let's talk about filling out the volunteers."
"You'll talk nicely when you need the old lady, won't you?" She rolled her eyes, turned her head, and blew me a kiss with a smile: "Goodbye, baby."
This inexplicably attractive woman rode her motorcycle away again, and I seemed to understand why Shi Kyung-hui was drinking yesterday. Before I could speak, my aunt's phone number came in. She found Song Qingmu who was playing chess with the old man at the back door of the community, so I didn't have to look for it any more.
On the way back, there was nothing to say, Shi Jing lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. Before we parted, I entered my number into his mobile phone: "If you have any questions about volunteering, you can come and ask me."
He raised his head and said abruptly, "I'm sorry."
Is he apologizing for his mom for misunderstanding my identity, or for seeing his messed up family?
I don't know.
04
In fact, he didn't need any guidance at all. He was so good in the test that he could choose any school he liked, which was very different from Song Qingmu, a student scumbag.
So I didn't wait for any news from him.
After the summer vacation, I went back to the school, which is north and south from my hometown. With Song Qingmu also going to the new university, the intersection between me and Shi Jinghui is almost gone. All I know is that he went to study photography, and the money he earned during the summer vacation was enough for him to buy a SLR at his own expense.
In my senior year, the era of short videos came. Like most of the classmates in the drama class, I changed from a screenwriter to a director, gave up long videos, and turned around and threw myself into the wave of short videos, becoming an insignificant drop of water.
I am full of work every day, and it is common to work overtime until late at night. My daily job is to make the handsome guys and beauties in the company more beautiful and handsome. June was the hotspot of "graduation season". Many celebrities in the company wanted to shoot videos. I was too busy to go back to school to take my real graduation photos, so I had to forward the news of the recruitment of photography assistants in the circle of friends.
Song Qingmu's cheap dog head sent a message: "Cousin, is your company hiring?"
This guy was transferred to the Department of Civil Engineering, crying in the group all day and calling for a change of department. I don't know if he has really worked hard on GPA. So I returned a cold smile: "Don't think about it, you are not qualified."
"It's not me, it's my friend who wants to do an internship."
Probably because the memory of summer is too far away, at that moment, I didn't even connect the two phrases "friend" and "Shi Jinghui".
On the first day of July, as soon as I arrived at the company, I saw a tall figure standing beside my workstation. My colleague smiled and introduced me: "This is the new camera assistant, Xiao Shi."
Xiao Shi turned around, revealing a familiar face. My hands trembled and I almost missed my breakfast.
His eyes lit up instantly, and I reached out my hand first, politely and politely, pretending to be a stranger I had never met before: "Hello, welcome to this big family."
Shi Jinghui has grown a lot taller, but he has only been seen for a year, but his lines are sharper. The hot comments on the Internet describe it as "the jawline is clearer than my life plan".
His beauty naturally amazed his colleagues, and everyone felt pity for him: "Xiao Shi, have you ever considered being an expert? It's really a pity that you are behind the scenes."
"There's nothing wrong with being behind the scenes," Shi Jinghui was installing the newly distributed computer. His workstation was right in front of me, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see all his unhurried movements, "Don't be behind the scenes. If you don't, you won't be able to meet everyone."
Song Qingmu once secretly told me that Shi Jinghui hated being in front of the camera so much that even after the college entrance examination, the TV station wanted to interview him, but he refused. Shi Jinghui's parents used to be famous in the town, and later divorced because of over-exposure of their family life. From then on, Shi Jinghui hated revealing himself to the public. But a man who hates the lens so much has learned to photograph and hide himself behind the lens.
Shi Jinghui and I didn't speak for a whole day until I walked out of the building after get off work and found him sitting under the fountain waiting for me.
"Zhong Wanyue, why do you pretend you don't know me?" He was a little aggrieved.
But we have only met three times. I can't say it out loud, so I can only say haha: "In order to avoid trouble. As you can see, everyone in the office loves to gossip."
We walked slowly to the subway station, and he walked to my right with the familiar smell of citrus lingering on him. He lowered his head and asked me again, "Did you not go home last winter vacation?"
"I was too busy, and the air ticket was very expensive, so I didn't go back." With an unknown emotion in my heart, I summoned the courage to ask, "Are you looking for me for the winter vacation?"
He shook his head, my mood went down again, and the phrase "why didn't you contact me" couldn't be said.
05
Later, I secretly asked Song Qingmu to find out that Shi Jinghui's university was in the same city as me, and he took advantage of the summer vacation for an internship to earn extra money.
Shi Jinghui was assigned to my group, and the job of the camera assistant was to assist the photographer with lighting and moving equipment.
Every Friday, our group brainstorms in the conference room to choose the theme of the video for the next issue of Talent. The two celebrities I'm in charge of have been gaining followers very fast recently, and their fan portraits are highly overlapping, so the company plans to let them both shoot in the same frame.
One is a tall and slender sister Yu, and the other is a cool and handsome cool brother. Although the two strong ones are cute, the data shows that the traffic realization effect is not good. We are very worried. We have come up with a total of eight plans, but all of them have been overturned.
Just when we were worried, Shi Jinghui, who was sitting in the corner, stepped forward and inserted the USB flash drive into the conference room computer: "Everyone, I also made a plan last night, you can also refer to it."
The theme he chose was "Mr. and Mrs. Smith", which not only highlighted the beauty and sassiness of the two, but also had a strong sense of CP. Shi Jinghui's plan is very complete. From the fit of talent to shooting cycle planning and product information implantation, it is gradually advanced according to the nodes of short video production, and the feasibility is very high.
Everyone responded with applause, and the topic was decided. Shi Jinghui met my eyes and smiled at me. I have to admire, he has always been such a good person, standing tall and talking freely.
I searched for the theme song over the weekend and listened to it, it's called Mondo Bongo, it's a lazy and romantic piece, and I fell in love with it almost instantly. After listening to the loop for an afternoon, I left a message under the song: I'm going to marry someone who can play this song in the car.
Later, when I played this song on the set, Shi Jinghui showed his head from behind the camera: "I knew this song would suit your taste."
I answered in a veiled way: "I think it has the potential to be an explosive BGM, so let's study it first."
"Is that so——" His smile was meaningful, obviously disbelieving.
The shooting was far from smooth, the air conditioner didn't know when it was broken, and it was stuffy and hot in the studio, so everyone could only bear it for a while to catch up with the schedule. Unexpectedly, the cool guy took the lead and lost his temper after NG three times: "How can you be in good condition on such a hot day? You will have to shoot the location later, so you are not afraid of heat stroke?"
I endured the heat and persuaded with a good temper: "I'm really sorry, this is an emergency. Just hold on, the last shot will be shot soon."
Daren insisted: "It's not my responsibility for unexpected situations. Shouldn't you, as a director, take all situations into account? I can't continue this shooting."
Immediately afterwards, he took off the microphone on his body and threw it away, leaving everyone looking at each other in dismay. The staff present were sweating profusely and dared not speak, so they could only look at me helplessly.
My anger peaked in an instant, and when I dropped the script, I was ready to rush through. Shi Jing’s eyes were quick and he stretched out his long arm to stop me, dragged me out of the studio, and said hello to the people in the studio: “Everyone rest for ten minutes first, the director and I will find someone to fix the air conditioner first. "
I glared at Shi Jinghui, and he let me stare at him innocently. Seeing that I was still angry, he fanned me with his hand again: "Qingqi, if you rush up and hit him, you will lose your job."
"Who's going to beat him?" I pulled his hand away, "I'm going up to reason with him."
"Anyone who sees it thinks you're going to hit someone, right?" Shi Jinghui smiled, as if coaxing a child, "Okay, you go to contact the equipment manager, I'm going to buy cold drinks, it's just a treat for the director, everyone put out the fire."
"Who wants to invite him for a drink?" I was still angry, "It's so bad, I can't pass it after a few times, what's the difference with AI."
"Then I can treat you to a drink, right?"
When Shi Jinghui came back with two cups of ice American, the master had already repaired the air conditioner, and I had calmed down the master's emotions, and the shooting continued as usual.
Shi Jinghui secretly gave me a thumbs up: "I thought of a solution all the way, but I didn't expect you to handle it all."
I didn't take it seriously: "Do you think my sister has eaten rice for nothing in recent years?"
Shi Jinghui lowered his eyes: "I forgot, you are the omnipotent Zhong Wanyue."
06
The omnipotent Zhong Wanyue was just a little shrimp in the company. On the first day of August, a post transfer notice and a punishment notice were sent together. Needless to say, the reason is naturally the conflict since the shooting.
I don’t know if it’s because of my mood that my physique declined. I had a fever and had no energy to get up, so I had to ask for two days off, and I used up two boxes of tissue paper just to wipe my nose.
Shi Jinghui knocked on the door in the evening, and I fell into a deep sleep. The moment I opened the door, I thought I was in a dream. I live on a high floor, and as far as I can see is the river echoing in the distance. At sunset, the purple sunset glow spreads out behind him, and the mountains and forests seem to be burning. He probably ran over just after get off work, Shi Jinghui was panting, his lips were pursed tightly, and he stared at me with a pair of black eyes, which made me feel dizzy.
He said, "Zhong Wanyue, I'm going to sign the talent contract, you can be my choreographer."
But he obviously hates being exposed to the camera the most.
I clearly felt a heavy thump from my chest, as if the beating stopped for a second at that moment, and then the blood rushed into the heart, frantically like the lines swiped by an abstract painting.
"Okay," I said lightly, and then reached out to him for the first time, "but please take me to the emergency room first, I'm a little dizzy..."
Shi Jinghui caught my limp body, and I thought I must be confused because I seemed to hear him laughing.
I hung up the water in the hospital all night, Shi Jinghui was holding the computer and cutting the film, observing the flow rate of the potion from time to time. After taking the medicine, my spirit has improved a lot, and I even feel free to comment on the video: "Seconds ten to twelve are too monotonous, let's add a little curve to speed up."
After I adjusted the video two or three times, I came back to my senses: "Why do you want to modify the video as soon as you see it? It's all muscle memory."
Shi Jinghui didn't complain, but slapped me on the head with a smile: "Don't move, you can go back immediately after hanging the water."
I was overwhelmed by the sudden intimacy, and I hesitated: "I didn't say anything nonsense before I came to the hospital, right?"
"No."
"Then why are you so happy?"
"Because I am an optimist." Shi Jinghui was joking, but the corners of his mouth were raised high.
So much so that I tossed and turned on the bed in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep. In the end, I could only guess with a pair of panda eyes: Is it because he became a master that he didn't need to cut videos anymore?
07
I don’t know if Shi Jinghui also used the plan to persuade the boss this time. I only know that when I arrived at the company, the project had been negotiated, and Shi Jinghui became the company’s newly signed talent, and I was the only one in charge of him. 's editor.
His colleagues were joking at him again: "I just said, a handsome guy like Xiao Shi should be seen by more people. When will the new account be opened? My sister will be your first fans."
Shi Jing smiled back: "It depends on the arrangement of the director, I will listen to her."
So everyone started telling me again: "You must be merciful to Xiao Shi, don't let the child get too tired."
I was speechless. It turned out that in everyone's impression, I was such an inhuman image of a workaholic.
Once I saw Shi Jinghui's first face, I thought he was very suitable for Ba Wei in "The Girl of Vitality". After so long, I finally got my wish and asked Shi Jing to take a picture of the cold-hearted handsome fox again.
It's just that the photographers in the same group were a little embarrassed: "Are you sure this topic is suitable? This anime has been around for some years."
"What do you mean?" I feigned anger, "Do you mean I'm old?"
Shi Jinghui came out with makeup and makeup, the wig was obviously not as pleasing to the eye as his real silver hair back then. I looked at his head for a long time, and then tentatively said, "How about... let's dye our hair?"
"Xiao Shi's summer vacation is over soon, and he has to go back to school. Wouldn't it be too exaggerated to be dyed silver?" The makeup artist was worried.
"It doesn't matter, you can dye it." Shi Jing replied and looked at me with a smile, "I will listen to the arrangement of the director."
In mid-August, Shi Jinghui's account posted the first video of a thin and lonely Lord Fox sitting on the river bank, with silver hair against the bright moonlight. He opened a sky-blue fan and looked at it, and just a glance made people want to accompany him forever.
As I expected, the video surpassed one million likes the day after it was released. Catching up on the popularity, the company released its second modern makeup video, successfully turning the hashtag "silver hair" into the video hotspot of the week. After posting seven videos in a row, the account also gained nearly 900,000 fans within a week.
He suddenly attracted the attention of many people, including Song Qingmu. Song Qingmu used three exclamation marks in a row when he sent me a message: "Cousin! Can you wrap it up for me too! I also want to be an internet celebrity!"
I answered mercilessly: "Look in the mirror."
The company gave our group an incentive bonus, and I gave my half to Shi Jinghui as my personal extra thank you. Since Shi Jinghui is about to start school, we have to hoard enough materials during this period to prevent collisions between studies and filming, so recently, work often ends in the early hours of the morning, and Shi Jinghui has suffered from light blue dark circles under his eyes.
"You can thank me in another way," Shi Jinghui rejected my red envelope, rubbing his eyebrows, "an extra reminder that the end of the month is my birthday."
I, who always depended on food delivery for a living, practiced my cooking skills in the second half of the month, and finally, on Shi Jing's birthday, I invited him to come to my house and reproduced the four dishes he cooked for me back then.
But Shi Jinghui's reaction was really beyond my expectations. He held his chopsticks for a long time and didn't move, and I rubbed my hands crampedly: "What's wrong? Have you had any taboos lately?"
He picked up a chicken wing, and his tone was flat and unwavering: "Your cooking skills are progressing very fast."
"I learned it especially for today's meal," I urged him. "Would you like to try it? It's about my reputation."
Shi Jinghui was obviously happy, and commented every time he tasted it. I drank my Coke slowly, the carbonation bubbles crackling in my stomach, but I didn't say a word.
In fact, I know, there is a word called "jealous". But Shi Jinghui is always an indeterminate number to me, just like the number that was sent out but never received a call back then, I can't speculate on his intentions.
08
After school started, Shi Jinghui was so busy that he couldn't see anyone. He has always been very serious about his studies. He will never skip classes from Monday to Friday, so we can only schedule the video shooting on weekends.
Fortunately, the number of fans of the account has steadily increased, and the KPIs of each month can be successfully completed. His face and style are big killers, and we don't need to worry about it at all.
It's just that my colleagues in the same group expressed puzzled when chatting privately: "Why is this kid so real? He can earn more money as an internet celebrity than after graduation."
What she said is indeed a common phenomenon now, but the common phenomenon does not mean that it is correct. More and more people are opportunistic, which makes Shi Jinghui particularly valuable.
"That's called a clear head, okay? Internet celebrities will have their days." I defended Shi Jinghui, "but his professional knowledge will never be lost, and he will never become a wooden man with an empty head."
Taking into account both studies and filming obviously took too much energy from Shi Jinghui. For the filming on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, we were standing in the awning boat with the light and shadow shaking. Before we could start filming, he fell powerlessly into my arms.
The ER doctor said he was overworked and we had to stop filming. Shi Jinghui, who was so tall when he was standing, could shrink into a small ball on the hospital bed. When he fell asleep, his eyebrows were still twisted together. I don't know why he was worried in the dream.
After pondering for a moment, I reached out and touched his face lightly. I didn't expect Shi Jinghui to open his eyes at this moment. He didn't seem to be very awake yet, so he took my hand and buried his face in his palm to block out the dazzling light.
"Tired." He complained softly.
"Then rest for a while." I also lowered my voice, "I've worked hard for you recently."
I could feel Shi Jinghui's eyelashes shaking like a small fan, making my palms itch.
"Recently, the professional class has to hand in homework, and the club also has activities, so there is not enough time." He apologized, "Am I delaying everyone's progress? I will tie it tomorrow."
"Everyone has already finished work, and we will continue when you are healed." I was still curious, "How did you talk to the boss at that time? He is such a vampire-like person that he allows you to shoot only two days a week?"
Shi Jinghui recalled carefully: "Because the share written in the contract is different, he readily agreed."
Since I met him, he has been working part-time to save money. I have never known why, but today it is finally revealed.
"I want to save money to buy a house," Shi Jing looked back at the ceiling, his eyes full of light, "a home that truly belongs to me."
I thought again of the beautiful motorcycle girl who caught a glimpse of that summer night, the mysterious past. He didn't open his mouth to tell me, and I couldn't bear to get to the bottom of it, so I changed the topic: "Have you saved enough money?"
"Not yet, but I have already figured out how to decorate it.
"The room is best facing south, so that the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room can come in handy; the study room is made of tatami, which is convenient for storage or hospitality; the curtains should be beige and light green, because Zhong Wanyue said that these two colors are not easy to go out of style... "
I was stunned there.
Shi Jinghui's voice gradually fell, and he fell asleep again, but he didn't let go of my hand.
09
I was woken up by the phone in the middle of the night, the news of the work group kept beating, and a colleague called with a very anxious tone: "Sister Wan Yue, look at the link and video I sent you, let's make a call later. Meeting."
When I clicked on the link, my head suddenly went numb.
There was an anonymous post yesterday evening with the topic "Let's talk about the recently popular Internet celebrities". The replies were normal at first, until one person started posting Shi Jinghui and posted a photo of his college entrance examination Hall of Fame below.
"I know this internet celebrity. He used to be from our school, and his grades are also very good. He is not much different from the video, but his family is much more exciting than the video..."
It just got out of hand like this, from Shi Jinghui's home address to the screenshots of Shi Jinghui's parents on TV shows that year, all were taken out. Some people even talked about his life experience: his mother seemed to have mental problems. When he fought with his father on the street, he seemed to be an illegitimate child, and everyone there knew about it.
The more you scroll down, the more outrageous the replies are, and it is hard to tell whether they are true or false, but they already have enough public opinion power. I switched to Shi Jinghui's account to log in, and found that several comments had flooded under his latest video. When I opened it, it seemed that they were all malicious questions.
Creating a beautiful image requires a long process, while smearing only requires a piece of information that has not been verified as true or false.
With trembling hands, I deleted one by one, Shi Jinghui didn't know when he woke up. He swiped the mouse to read the post, and then took my mobile phone: "No need to delete it, it can't be deleted."
He's right, on Saturday nights, people are always looking for fresh gossip, and the comments under the video are increasing, and I can't delete them.
I didn't realize I was crying until he put his hands lightly over my eyes. Shi Jinghui hugged me and buried his head beside my neck. This was the first hug between us, but it was so bitter.
"I'm sorry," Shi Jing replied, "Did I cause you trouble again?"
He is such a great fool!
10
This post has had a great impact on the account. Internet celebrities have always been the object of discussion among the Internet melon eaters. Moreover, Shi Jinghui's story contained the elements of "beautiful, strong and miserable", and the video shooting was temporarily suspended.
But the school still went, Shi Jinghui resumed his taciturn. The news spreads faster among young people, and I think he must have received quite a few inquiries at school. Even those people don't need to be separated by a network cable, and they can show their malice towards him face to face.
Even Song Qingmu was affected, registering four or five trumpet accounts overnight and scolding people online.
But I had no time to take him into account. On the third day of the fermentation, I received an unexpected call.
Shi Jinghui's mother asked me to meet near the company. She is still so dashing and beautiful. Time shows no trace on her. She even looks more energetic than me, wearing high boots and a leather jacket, attracting shoppers everyone's eyes.
"Sure enough, it's you, baby, I guessed right back then!" She was very happy to see me. "You're more beautiful than before, so I said that my son's eyesight will not be bad."
To this bright and hot beauty, I never knew how to deal with it, so I could only ask cautiously: "Auntie, are you here because of the incident on the Internet?"
She did come because of it. Although the relationship between her and Shi Jinghui was tense, she still kept an eye on her son. She would download every video seriously, and sometimes give Shi Jinghui advice and ask him to take some retro Hong Kong star looks. Jing Hui doesn't answer her nonsense every time.
She brushed up on her own gossip late at night, and sat up from the bed so angry that she called Shi Jing back. Shi Jinghui only replied "I will solve it", so she immediately asked for my contact information from Song Qingmu and flew over overnight to support her son.
"My son was born innocently, how could he be an illegitimate child!" When she mentioned this matter, she was obviously very excited, "Although my ex-husband is not very good, he still has nothing to say about his appearance. Is his father handsome? They took photos to compare how much his father and son look alike."
As for the mental issue, Mama Shi was even more furious: "I was malnourished when I was pregnant with him, and the hospital ran out of beds, so I moved to the psychiatric department for recuperation. Whoever doesn't have eyesight is talking nonsense on the Internet, wait for me to go back Smash the glass of his house!"
I was amused when I heard it, and at the same time I had to admire that Mama Shi's life can be called "splendid".
Finally, I told her that we have hired a lawyer and are currently in the process of obtaining evidence, and we will file an appeal after the process is over. Those who spread more than 500 retweets will be punished by law.
"Sue me severely, don't think that you don't have to be responsible for speaking on the Internet." Mama Shi put a card in front of me with a vicious expression, "I came here for this matter, I give You pay, find the best lawyers, and don't let those people go because you are reluctant to spend money."
"Don't worry, even if the company doesn't pay, I will do it."
Shi's mother looked at me with a smile: "Tell me the truth, are you in love with my son?"
The topic jumped so fast that I could only shake my head.
"But I can feel it, he likes you very much." She pinched her chin, "I felt it the first time I saw you two together."
I had to tell her about the string of numbers.
Rarely got up serious, she sighed faintly: "Your parents should be very loving, right? He always has a sense of inferiority when facing a child with a happy family, and he doesn't know how to express his love correctly. It's not his fault, it's I didn't teach it well, I hope you don't blame him."
11
At the end of a year, we finally received the results of the trial from the court. Shi Jinghui donated all the money from the compensation, and even recorded a video to clarify some rumors about him.
In the end, he said: "Now my parents do not continue to live together, but I believe they were in love when I was born, and I love them very much. I also hope that everyone can feel the love in real life, I wish you a happier new year."
I guess that after seeing this video, the charming woman like the wind will definitely forward it to the circle of friends, so that everyone can hear her son's confession.
This New Year, I went home with Shi Jinghui. On the way to take me back, I finally asked the question: "Why didn't you contact me when I gave you the number?"
"My phone was broken on the way back, and all the information was lost. I was too embarrassed to ask Song Qingmu, I just wanted to save it again when you came back from the winter vacation, but I walked around your house every day and didn't wait for you."
"Then I ask you, and you answer honestly." I faced him with a very serious expression, "Is it because of me that you applied for this school?"
Shi Jinghui answered honestly, "Yes."
"Is it because of me that you came to apply for an internship?"
"Yes." Shi Jinghui took away the right to ask questions. "Now it's my turn to ask. Do you still regret that I didn't call your number?"
"Yes."
He picked up the phone and entered the numbers, which he now memorized by heart.
I picked up the phone, Shi Jinghui stood face to face with me, smiled at me, and asked, "Zhong Wanyue, do you want to be my girlfriend?"
At this moment, I was very puzzled how could I think he was a cold person at that time. He was clearly sincere and enthusiastic, like an unsuspecting puppy.
You open a door for him, and he just follows you from now on.
"Okay," I sniffed and felt snowflakes fall in my eyes, "you call 'sister' first to listen."
Last updated: October 20, 2022