Rebirth of the stand-in star

When Zhou Bo opened his eyes, he was lying in a lonely white and fresh pink green.

It was a hospital ward at a glance.

He stared at the ceiling and was stunned for about ten minutes before his dull brain slowly recalled it.

For a moment, I couldn't believe that I was still alive.

He clearly remembered that when the two cars collided, he tried his best to protect Ling Zhiqiu in his arms tightly, and his body bumped around in the car.He heard Ling Zhiqiu's "ah", as if he still bumped his head.At that moment, he just regretted not being able to protect this person completely, so that he would not be hurt in the slightest.

He still remembered being dragged out of the carriage in a daze after the dust settled, and then desperately opened his eyes to take one last look at Ling Zhiqiu.When the consciousness gradually drifted away, Ling Zhiqiu's heart-piercing cry miraculously rang in his ears.

Originally, he felt that he seemed to be dissipating in the air like a ball of gas, but for some reason, he was sucked into a pipe made of rubber by some mysterious force, which made him breathless.

At that time, he was still thinking, how could he still feel this way after death?It's amazing!

Then nothing is known.

When I woke up, I was here.

Could it be that modern medicine has developed to such an advanced level that it can revive a person who has no good bones all over his body and whose heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney are all smashed into mud?Emma's Nobel Prize in Medicine must be awarded to the doctor who saved his life, right?

Now the whole body should be wrapped like a mummy.

Zhou Bo thought to himself mockingly, and tried to move his body.

No problem!

He raised his hand and looked at it in front of his eyes.

Ok? !

The slender, slender, almost transparent white fingers are not like his at all.

There was a sharp pain in his head, and he moaned, "Ah..."

When I touched it with my hand, I only felt a layer of gauze tied to my forehead, tightly bound, and my head throbbed with pain.

what happened……

Looking out the window, the sky seems to be already evening.The car accident happened in the early morning, so it should have been...a day, right?

Sighing, he managed to sit up, with a splitting headache and nausea, the signs of a concussion.

——He already felt that his whole body was intact, with no missing arms or legs.Perhaps it should be fortunate that there was only such a small injury in such a serious car accident.

By the way, how is Ling Zhiqiu?I'm fine, he should be better, right?

"laugh……"

A hum came from the corner of the wall.

Startled, Zhou Bo looked over, "Who?"

There is only one desk lamp on in the room, the light is light and soft, other places are in a vague dark color, there is a cabinet in the corner, and the side of the cabinet seems to be a blind spot, it is dark, and the sound is coming from there.

"Heh..." Another faint smile.

"Who's there?" Zhou Bo gripped the quilt tightly with his fingers, feeling a little scared.

The corner was quiet for a moment, and a figure came out, from darkness to light.

"Brother Ling!" Zhou Bo's eyes widened, very happy! "Why are you here? You're fine..." Before he could say that, he felt something was wrong!

Blood was gurgling from Ling Zhiqiu's forehead, and the blood kept flowing down, passing through the soft jawline, flowing through the graceful neck, flowing onto the clothes, and soaked a large bloodstain.

"Brother Ling! You...how did you..." Zhou Bo couldn't continue asking.

This is so weird!

He didn't hurt into a fool, he could see that Ling Zhiqiu's state was not at all...a normal human state.

"Don't be afraid." Ling Zhiqiu smiled helplessly, "Look at the window."

Zhou Boyi glanced at it, which shocked him beyond measure, "Huh?"

It was dark outside the window, so the light from inside made the windowpane look like a hazy mirror.But no matter how hazy he was, he could still see that sitting on the bed was not his original appearance, but Ling Zhiqiu's appearance!

But Ling Zhiqiu in front of him, how can he explain it?

"You...you...I...I..." Zhou Bo's tongue was tied and he spoke incoherently, looking back and forth between the window and the "person" in front of him.

Things were beyond his comprehension, and he no longer knew what to believe.

Ling Zhiqiu, who was standing, also had a tangled expression, "I don't know what's going on, but anyway... this is actually pretty good."

"Brother Ling, why? This!" Zhou Bo opened his mouth wide, touched his face, looked down at the back of his hands and arms, and groped his body.

Indeed, it seems... it is really Ling Zhiqiu's body!

"I can only say that maybe God has heard my inner call." Ling Zhiqiu was not sad, and kept smiling, "You may not imagine that I don't want to live a long time ago."

Zhou Bo raised his head violently, the movement was too fast and caused a headache and nausea, and he finally suppressed it, "Brother Ling, why do you say that? You are so popular..."

"Hmph, red..." Ling Zhiqiu said with a sad expression, "Do you think it's so easy to be red? I've had enough, I don't want to live anymore. But I don't have the courage to die... How much do I want to die?" The next time I hope that God will send down a lightning strike on my celestial spirit cover, or let me fall to death while walking, choke to death when eating, or choke to death when drinking water..."

Zhou Bo was dumbfounded.

"Finally, a chance to die in a car accident came, and you foolishly ran over to save me... It really made me feel so helpless."

Zhou Bo was completely speechless, he dared to rescue the wrong one...

He opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to apologize: "Brother Ling, I'm sorry, I really didn't know you wanted to die..."

"Pfft ha ha ha ha ha..." Ling Zhiqiu was amused and leaned back.

Seeing him smile, Zhou Bo also grinned stupidly and said, "Brother Ling, I, I know that you are working hard and being an artist is under a lot of pressure. Just bear with it, you are already in your prime, and you will reach the top soon..."

"Oh, you." Ling Zhiqiu came up, stretched out a slender and transparent finger, tapped between his brows, and ordered: "Don't talk, close your eyes."

Zhou Bo closed it obediently.

After waiting for a while, all the sounds in my ears disappeared, and it was as quiet as if I was in a vacuum.Just as he was feeling strange, he suddenly felt his world spinning, and it took him a while before he got down to earth.He opened his eyes and found himself in a strange scene, which seemed to be the corridor of an orphanage.

A group of small children came in front of him. Zhou Bo opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't make a sound. The group of children laughed and walked straight through his body, and said something: "Look at how proud he is! Hmph!" Class words.

"Whoa, whoa..."

There was a small crying sound from the toilet in front of him, Zhou Bo walked over without hesitation, looked around, and saw a beautiful child standing by the urinal, his trousers were all wet, his clothes were dripping with water, It smelled like urine.Wiping his tears, he took off his clothes and trousers. With his two thin legs bare, he washed his clothes under the tap while crying. clothes and pants, washed his face again, and then walked out of the bathroom with his little buttocks up.

Looking at his familiar little face, Zhou Bo instantly understood.

——He was in Ling Zhiqiu's memory.

Although he didn't know what was going on, Zhou Bo became very interested in Ling Zhiqiu's past.

Being so young, was he excluded by the children in the orphanage just because he was cute and well-behaved?

Zhou Bo was so angry that he really wanted to roll up his sleeves and help him teach those bad boys a lesson!But suffering from the fact that I can only watch and can't do anything, I had to give up.

Next, he watched almost all of Ling Zhiqiu's memories from childhood to adulthood.

The first thing that made him furious was that Ling Zhiqiu met the only friend who was very good to him when he was in middle school at the age of 12. He went to play at a friend's house, but was molested by his friend's father.

It was a sanctimonious, despicable and shameless man who carried Ling Zhiqiu to his bed while his son was asleep, took off his clothes, forced him to serve him, and kneaded Ling Zhiqiu until his whole body turned red.

He threatened Ling Zhiqiu not to speak out, otherwise he would tell his son that it was Ling Zhiqiu who seduced him.

Ling Zhiqiu cried until his eyes were red and swollen, he was trembling, and he didn't dare to say anything.

He has a naturally charming and seductive appearance, with willow leaf eyebrows, fox eyes, mountain nose, peach blossom lips, and pointed chin. His hair is black and bright, his skin is as white as jade, and his waist is slender and flexible.

If he had been born into a wealthy family, he might have lived a safe life and deserved the best of care.

Unfortunately, he is an orphan.Even the teachers in the children's welfare home said in private that the child's mother must be a chicken, and the child was thrown on the street because she couldn't support it.

After that, Ling Zhiqiu's fate was rough and rough. He was molested countless times by various people: classmates' parents, school teachers, bus idiots, gangsters...

When he was 15 years old, he was spotted by a gang leader.That man had coveted him for a long time. On his way home from school, he blocked him in an alley and escorted him back to his house. With the help of three accomplices, he made Ling Zhiqiu's life worse than death. wound.

Even if this little leader still has a conscience, he paid for him to be hospitalized.Ling Zhiqiu left the orphanage after recovering from his injuries, and lived with this person—what else could he do?

In the past two years, Ling Zhiqiu has been played by the bosses of the little bosses, by the bosses they fawn on, and by some backers.At first, the little leader had a little affection for Ling Zhiqiu, but later he also treated him as a gift and a tool, relying on his body to climb up step by step.

Ling Zhiqiu couldn't bear it, and finally ran away.The south, the east, and the capital have all been mixed.He has no education, no background, nothing more than a part-time job, as a bartender, doing various jobs, and he has also been around financial backers, "selling" himself with a clearly marked price.

At the age of 20, he participated in the singer audition of Times Entertainment Company. He originally thought that he would give it a try. The entertainment industry will bring money faster and have more contacts.He knew that he couldn't sing well, and when the director of the selection competition called him, he knew that the familiar thing was happening again - betraying himself in exchange for a chance to sign a contract and debut.

This kind of thing is very normal in the entertainment industry, and it is called the unspoken rule.

It's just that he didn't expect that the company would find him a backup singer, and he would still have a bright future!

He remembered this little backup singer, who was behind him in the audition.

The way the little backup singer looked at him secretly seemed to bring him back to the time before he was 15 years old.The boy with the best grades in the class always wears a clean white shirt, has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a warm and straightforward smile.He also secretly looked at the boy like this.

……

Seeing this part, Zhou Bo blushed.

In Ling Zhiqiu's memory, he really looked stupid.

The author has something to say:

The original owner is a microcosm of many people in the entertainment industry who have suffered a mental breakdown and committed suicide.But of course, it was a little bit worse when I was a kid.

Don't dwell on this section too much.