bereavement

After sending, Xie Qin turned off the phone, covered his forehead with one hand, and sighed.

He felt like a badass.

The second he sent the message, he regretted it, but when he was about to withdraw it, he suddenly felt that he had nothing else to say.

Jiang Yanyu should not have guessed that it was him. Xie Qin turned off the function of looking up contacts with a mobile phone number. As long as Jiang Yanyu doesn’t know that he added him on WeChat, even if this account is deleted as a friend, Xie Qin should change to a new one. Can make a comeback.

He didn't know why he added Jiang Yanyu, and he didn't even think about what he would do after adding it. Anyway, Xie Qin would do what he thought.

If you are cheap, you should be cheap. He has been cheap with Jiang Yanyu quite a few times, and this time is not bad.

Suddenly, the phone screen lit up.

Xie Qin thought it was a new message on WeChat, but it turned out to be a text message from an unfamiliar mobile phone number.

"Congratulations..." Xie Qin raised his eyebrows.

The original rap he posted on the radio station became popular, and the airborne popularity ranked first. The official studio of the radio station asked him if he had any intention to sign a contract.

Xie Qin's first reaction was like a scam.

He called, and the other party answered in seconds: "Hello, is this the creator of "Degenerate"?"

"it's me."

Hearing his voice, the other party hummed: "Thank you for your contribution. Last night, the channel randomly played your song, and the audience responded very well. We appreciate your creative talent very much. We hope to sign you as a radio rapper. What is your intention? ?”

"Not interested in."

"It's okay, we'll give you enough time to think about it, please call back within seven days."

The other party talked about signing benefits and guaranteed minimum salary. Xie Qin became impatient when he heard half of it, so he hung up on him directly.

It's not that he thinks it's unreliable to run a radio station, and it's not that there is no shortage of money, but that once things like interest are used as a tool to make money, they will change their taste.

Sechin's principle is that unless he can't find any work and is desperately poor, he will never turn his hobby into a career.

Because interests are free, everything can be decided according to his own preferences, but no matter what kind of occupation, there are rules and hidden rules.

He didn't want to change from "I can write any song I want to write" to "I can write any song that the audience likes and the mainstream market likes."

Interest is something that can comfort the soul and enrich the soul, but once it is used for profit, its nature changes.

"I'll make more money doing this" will replace "I'll be happier doing this."

Xie Qin didn't go home after get off work. He changed back into his black sweater, bought a bag of fried skewers on the side of the road, and went to the Internet cafe to play games.

Turn on the phone to check, there is no new message.

Six hours have passed.

Xie Qin wanted to send another WeChat message to see if there would be a red exclamation mark. He suspected that Jiang Yanyu had already deleted him.

Looking at the blacked-out phone screen, he hesitated for a while, but let it go.

The scum he committed can no longer be called a hot face sticking to a cold butt, it's simply lying under someone's buttocks and opening his mouth to catch farts. Xie Qin doesn't want to be a dog licking again and again.

With a burning cigarette between his fingers, he flicked the keyboard, the sound of the game's guns exploded in the earphones, and the team battle on the screen was chaotic.

Xie Qin cursed in a low voice, put the cigarette in his mouth, and looked fierce.

He, a perennially lazy waste, had a rare desire to win, stared at the screen, and started playing games seriously.

In one night, he lost two games and won six games. Xie Qin fell back and stretched on the computer chair.

He remained motionless for a few seconds, and only now did he suddenly remember that his singing became popular.

Xie Qin went to the radio station and saw that his song "Degenerate" was on every list, and it was ranked first in the most popular listening and download volumes. The comment area was all "asking for the account of the rapper brother" "Does anyone know who sang it?" Ah, I love this smokey voice."

Of course, everyone has different aesthetics, and there are many negative comments. Xie Qin looked at it with a blank expression, and there was no mood swing.

He wrote it for himself, there is no need to cater to other people's preferences.

I don't know if it was picked up by netizens or privately revealed by the radio station, but Xie Qin's account has been made public.

The music reviews, song lists, gender, age and other information he wrote were all made public, and private messages also exploded, some crazily blowing rainbow farts at him, and some maliciously insulting and posting pictures of bloody corpses.

Unprepared, he becomes the victim of an internet orgy.

It must be a lie to say that he didn't feel anything in his heart, but Xie Qin wasn't sad or angry, he just saw the evil of human nature again.

He has seen so much over the years that he has become numb.It just made him think the world was a cesspit, and the shit in it stinks so fucking badly.

Xie Qin logged out his account, yawned, and played a game.

He didn't come home until around one o'clock in the afternoon, and pushed the door open to enter the house. Although Feng Liguang was not there, he made a table of dishes for him, and kept the millet porridge upside down in a bowl to keep warm, hoping that Xie Qin could have a hot meal when he came back. .

The corners of Xie Qin's mouth turned up, and he smiled sincerely for the first time.

He is now very glad that he has taken in Feng Liguang. Although this old man is stupid and stubborn, he is one of the few people who can warm his heart.

Although this warmth was far from enough to change his view of the world, it at least brought a little enthusiasm to his decadent life.

A week passed in the blink of an eye, and Xie Qin repeated the days of sleeping during the day and bartending at night, which was very boring and uninteresting. Recently, he started to dig into horns again, trying to figure out why he was alive.

The life he is living now is like idling around waiting to die, meaningless.

The people from the radio studio called him once every two days to ask him how he was thinking. Xie Qin said the words "not interested" countless times, but they didn't get the answer they wanted, so they never gave up.

He harassed him on the phone behind his back, and used him as a gimmick on the radio in the open. The popularity attracted attention, and he made up a mysterious and low-key boss persona for him, defrauding many underage girls of their living expenses.

Xie Qin didn't care about what kind of troubles were happening on the Internet, but unfortunately some netizens were instigated by the radio station, so crazy that they were human flesh, family background, ID number, address, etc., were all picked up and posted on the Internet. Come to a large group of netizens to eat melons and watch the excitement.

They judge his appearance, voice, experience, preferences at will, and rise to his character and even his parents.

The song "Degenerate" became a banned song overnight, and the Internet set off a huge wave of "blocking".

Just because Xie Qin is a rebellious teenager who ran away from home, a scum who wandered around the streets, and is a "negative teaching material" that will lead to minors.

"Xie Qin," the supervisor led a few girls to the bar, and said with a smile, "Are you not busy now? These girls are your fans, and they came all the way to take a photo with you , this time you can’t push anymore, people put their minds here.”

Xie Qin wiped his glass with a cigarette in his mouth without lifting his eyelids.

"Just take one picture." A little girl approached him, unable to hide her excitement: "Can I take one picture?"

"Yes, yes, just one photo, and we'll leave after the photo is taken."

"Brother, we don't post randomly on the Internet, really, I just want to take a photo with you."

Xie Qin looked up at her, shook the cigarette in his mouth, expressionless.

"Can it be!?"

The little girls blushed with joy, and they came up and held up the selfie stick to take a photo with Xie Qin. The only cooperation Xie Qin made was to look at the camera without even showing a smile.

He was also picked up when he was working in a bar. After the supervisor found out about the whole incident, not only did he not fire Xie Qin as a "negative teaching material", but he made a humanoid stand for him and put it at the door to attract customers.

Not many fans made a special trip to the bar to see Xie Qin. After all, few people can still insist on liking a stranger they have never met even when the whole Internet is hacked.

The supervisor came back after leading the little girl to the booth, covered her mouth and asked Xie Qin in a low voice:

"Do you know the CEO of Huazhou International?"

Xie Qin was silent for a while.

"Really?!" The supervisor was so excited that his facial features flew out: "What's the relationship between you two? Are you still in touch?"

"Who told you that?"

"Can you talk to him? My sister just graduated from graduate school and is looking for a job. Ask for me..."

"Who told you that?" Xie Qin repeated, his voice cooling down.

"I saw it on the Internet..." The supervisor realized that he was angry, and hesitantly said: "Someone picked up the top-floor mansion where you used to live as the CEO of Huazhou, and a few people who claimed to be your classmates broke the news... ..”

His confidence was getting weaker and weaker. It was obvious that "what you have and what you don't have" is not a good thing. Xie Qin turned on his mobile phone and checked Weibo. The title "Radio rapper Huazhou" was on the hot search list.

Clicking in is full of negative content, and the comments are unsightly.

"It's 2020 and still people believe in the nonsense of adoptive fathers? Can a boss worth hundreds of billions adopt street gangsters? Are you still doing charity when you're brainless?"

"It's just pretending to be a foster father and engaging in pedophilia. I don't understand the hobbies of rich people."

"Capitalists like Jiang Yanyu are all profit-oriented, okay? What is the value of a rebellious adolescent boy? Even if he is really a DINK and wants to raise a child as an heir, he still doesn't know how to go to a formal welfare institution to choose him." One of the best quality? A company as big as Huazhou can let the punks inherit it?"

"There is an 11-year age difference between these two. My God, it's fine if Jiang Yan wants to be gay, but it's too disgusting to play with children."

"This rapper looks like he has a mental illness. He was probably forced into this by Jiang Yanyu. Just listen to "Degenerate" and you'll understand. Which normal person can write such depressing things?"

……

The Chinese translation of "Degenerate" is "Fallen". The rhythm of the whole song is slow and dignified, full of weird murmurs, hysterical roars, and bursts of crying in the dead silence.

There are a lot of prohibited words in the lyrics, the voice is so weak that it seems that people are dying, and the dark and depressing atmosphere makes people feel suffocated when they listen to it.

Patients with mental illness can get emotional resonance from the song, and fans of mourning culture can't wait for the single to be repeated, but other mainstream people will only think that it is a spiritual opium that spreads negative energy.

This time Xie Qin couldn't ignore it.

The radio studio connected the phone, and Xie Qin said quickly: "Pull me into the channel, and I will clarify."