I don't want to play anymore

It is said on the Internet that fireflies live for seven days. Zhang Ye felt that he was very unlucky. At night, he carefully put the fireflies in a bottle and brought them back to the hotel. Fireflies could be seen flying around the room behind the lights and ended up dying on the floor in the morning.

He put the firefly in his palm, took a picture with his mobile phone and sent it to Cheng Yang. Knowing that Cheng Yang hadn't woken up yet, he threw the lock screen of the mobile phone into his trouser pocket after sending it, and then put the small The flying insect corpse was placed on the hypnotic artifact by the bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

It was exactly six o'clock when everything was packed. Zhang Ye met Zhao Duoduo downstairs with his luggage. On the way to the airport, Cheng Yang replied to his message.

At that time, after sending the pictures to Cheng Yang, he sent a crying emoji, and now Cheng Yang sent him a patted head emoji.

Zhang Ye stared at the small picture on the screen, his sleepiness disappeared, and the corners of his mouth flew up unconsciously.

Yiye Blinding: Are you going to the set now?

Cy: Well, just got out of the hotel, have you arrived at the airport?

Yiye Blinding Eyes: It will be there in ten minutes. It is said on the Internet that a firefly can live for seven days. Do you think it was raised to death by me?

Cy: Maybe yesterday happened to be the last day of its life?

Yiye Blinding: Is it such a coincidence, I still feel that I was raised to death by me.

This time, Cheng Yang didn't reply in a second, and the top of the chat box kept showing that the other party was typing. About 2 minutes later, when he thought Cheng Yang had sent him a short composition, those words disappeared completely, and the message popped up. Here comes a red envelope.

Zhang Ye was inexplicably disappointed, he thought Cheng Yang would say something.

Look carefully, there are words written on the red envelope: Soothe the wounded heart of classmate Xiaozhang.

The disappointment dissipated in an instant, Zhang Ye raised the corner of his mouth unknowingly, cooperating with Cheng Yang to hold back a red envelope for so long, did he think he was begging for comfort?

He swiped the screen to re-read the content he just posted, and wanted to eat his phone after reading it.

It really looks like a child asking for candy, no wonder Cheng Yang gave him a red envelope.

Is it too late to withdraw now?

Zhang Ye felt ashamed, although he was indeed appeased.

It must be because of a severe lack of sleep that the speech is not enough, so how can I reply to save a little face?

Zhao Duoduo poked his head over from the front row and saw Zhang Ye holding the phone, smiling dreamily, Zhao Duoduo almost bit his tongue, he rubbed his eyes to make sure he read it right, and asked strangely: "Boss, what's wrong with you?" ? Did Mrs. Tongren send candy? Liu Dongdong said that he would not reply to your message, why don’t you take the time to reply to him?”

There was indeed information coming in just now, but Zhang Ye ignored it.

He recovered from Zhao Duoduo's long-winded words, exited the dialog box and glanced at it. Liu Dongdong sent his itinerary for the next two days and some precautions during shooting. He glanced at ten lines and replied briefly. , Continue to think about how to return Cheng Yang's WeChat just now.

Zhao Duoduo's sharp eyes saw that Liu Dongdong, the boss of his family, cut into another dialog box after returning home. He had an intuition that there was something wrong. Under the trend of gossip instinct, he quickly glanced at it. Coincidentally, Zhang Ye's hand blocked it. The other party's avatar, he could only see a red envelope lying in the middle of the screen.

The WeChat red envelope is up to 200 yuan, right?Is it so happy to receive a red envelope?What's more, I haven't opened it yet, so it's hard to say whether there is 200 or not.

Just when Zhao Duoduo, a financial fan, was still wondering, he saw his boss Qu raised his index finger and opened the red envelope.

Zhao Duoduo's pupils couldn't help shrinking, and he stared at the screen closely.

--85 yuan.

Zhao Duoduo's eyes widened suddenly, only 85?

Then the next moment, he saw his boss's expression froze for a moment, and the next moment, the corners of his boss's mouth twitched again.

Zhao Duoduo couldn't believe what he saw. It was only 85 yuan. As for being so happy?He felt that he couldn't understand the brain circuits of rich people.

Originally, he saw Zhang Ye because he was laughing like this while chatting with people on WeChat. He also wondered if his boss had something wrong. If so, then why should the red envelopes be 521,1314, [-] and so on.

So what does 85 mean now?

Could it be that he has been on the set for a long time and missed some new meme on the Internet?

With this confusion in mind, Zhao Duoduo silently took out his phone, clicked on search, and typed: What is 85...

After searching, there was no consensus on the Internet. When Zhao Duoduo looked back, his boss had already put down his phone and leaned against the seat, looking sideways at the scenery outside the window, with a lazy expression as usual. Somewhat indifferent.

Looking at it this way, there was nothing unusual. Zhao Duoduo put his heart back into his stomach again, thinking that maybe people who lack sleep have low IQs, and just accepting a red envelope can laugh like winning the lottery.

In fact, not to mention the boss of his family, he has rough skin and thick flesh, and he lay down at 02:30 last night and woke up at 05:30 in the morning, and he is almost sleepy now.The whole brain is blinded, and people are dull. I think the boss will only be more tired than him when the night scene was filmed at one or two o'clock last night.

He yawned, unscrewed the energy drink and took a sip, fearing that he might make a mistake in sleepiness, he went to the bottom of his pocket again to confirm that the ID was there before he was relieved.

The airport was bustling with people as always, and Zhang Ye went through the VIP channel as usual. He wears slacks and a short-sleeved shirt, neither sunglasses nor a mask, nor a hat. .

While waiting for the plane, Zhao Duoduo saw his boss log in to Weibo with sharp eyes. Since the account number and password of Weibo were handed over to the company together, he had never clicked on this software. Under the cover of Zhonghamburger, I logged into my account, entered the watch list, and clicked on the top one. Sure enough, the chapter page updated a Weibo 1 minute ago.

85.

The accompanying picture is a bug lying in his palm.

Zhao Duoduo happened to know this bug, like the firefly that his boss took back from the RV last night, he also found a glass bottle to set it up, and studied it through the bottle.

"Boss, is that worm dead?" Zhao Duoduo asked after taking a bite of the hamburger.

"Yeah." Zhang Ye thought the straw that came with the soy milk was inconvenient to use, so he took off the lid and was sipping.

"What about 85?" Zhao Duoduo chewed the food in his mouth, and already had a vague idea in his mind. He asked the boss last night when he was returning to the RV, and Zhang Ye told him that the firefly was caught by Cheng Yang, so the red envelope was also Cheng Yang. Yang Fa's?After all, besides the three of them, there should be no fourth person who knows about the firefly.

Zhang Ye didn't answer, he drank the soy milk in two or three gulps, squashed the paper cup, and got up to throw out the trash.

Zhao Duoduo thought that asking the boss would be better than asking the people for help, so he clicked on the comment area.

【8585, fireflies don't cry, and my brother doesn't cry either】

【Don't cry, woo woo woo, my brother is so caring and warm enough】

[Little Chongchong died, my brother must be sad, so who are you telling me not to cry? 】

[That can't be Lao Zhang's pet, and he told himself not to cry, hahaha forgive me for laughing first, I feel more and more that Lao Zhang is so stupid and cute. 】

Zhao Duoduo: "..."

He quickly quit Weibo, fearing that he would suffer from indigestion if he continued to read it. These fans' ability to diverge is really strong.But one thing is certain—that is, 85 means not to cry.

Thinking of Xiao Cheng comforting his eldest brother not to cry, Zhao Duoduo felt a chill.

How dare a straight man!

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Cheng Yang only found out about Zhang Ye’s posting on Weibo when he was eating at noon. He registered a Weibo account when he first joined the crew, and in addition to posting a makeup photo and forwarding it twice for publicity in compliance with the requirements of the show crew, I haven't used it again, and I don't usually have the habit of checking Weibo, so it was Xiao Zhang, the crew assistant, who knew that Zhang Ye had posted that Weibo.

"Xiao Zhang found that it was a firefly, right? I saw you were catching that on the way back from work last night." Xiao Zhang said.

Cheng Yang's hand holding the lunch box paused, then turned to the mobile phone next to him halfway, he picked it up to unlock it, and subconsciously swipe the screen to find the WeChat icon.

He remembered that in the morning Zhang Ye sent back an emoji thanking the boss after receiving the red envelope, and the two of them stopped chatting, so did Zhang Ye post that picture on Moments again?

Xiao Zhang caught a glimpse of Cheng Yang clicking on the green icon and reminded him, "On Weibo."

"Oh." Cheng Yang responded casually, and opened WeChat first.

There is an unread message in the top dialog box, from the chapter page, posted more than an hour ago.

Yiye Blinding Eyes: I'm here.

Cheng Yang called up the keyboard and replied: Have you eaten yet?

Yiye Blind Eyes: Not yet, the planning teacher is here.

Cy: Shooting in the afternoon?

Yiye Blind Eyes: Go to the event site in the afternoon, and shoot tomorrow.

After he finished this sentence, he sent a slightly aggrieved expression.

Cheng Yang restrained his urge to casually post a head-touching emoji, quit WeChat, and switched to Weibo.

When reading the script before, at the request of the show, he added a few Weibo friends of the leading actors. Except for these actors, he didn't follow anyone else on Weibo, so when he opened it, he saw the article on the chapter page 85's Weibo, and then he noticed that there were already [-] comments under this update.

Xiao Zhang, the assistant sitting diagonally opposite, saw Cheng Yang's slightly dazed expression, glanced at the screen in his hand, thought he was shocked after seeing it, and said with a smile: "Normal, people will swarm to comment on anything a public figure posts, especially Nowadays, many celebrities’ Weibo is purely for business, so there are more comments on posting personal opinions. Besides, I think our drama will be popular. After the broadcast, you and Xiaozhang will definitely have more and more fans. Many……"

Cheng Yang didn't click on the comment, but just zoomed in on the picture for a while, then quit Weibo and switched back to WeChat.

Xiao Zhang muttered to himself: "For example, if you suddenly log in to Weibo and then log out, you may think that no one will find out, but what kind of software do fans have, they can see what time you logged in, what time It's a bit of a withdrawal, but it's amazing..."

Cheng Yang looked up at Xiao Zhang, then lowered his eyes again. He stared at Zhang Ye's words and his expression for a while, and replied:

I saw your Weibo post.