Bailian's stand-in has collapsed [Transmigration Book]

Lin Jianqiu looked up at the middle of the road.

The melodious piano sound was messed up again, and the bearded man turned his head to look at him, only to find that he was in a daze.

Thinking of the last time he had this reaction when he saw Wei Congbai, the bearded man's heart skipped a beat, fearing that another rich second-generation young master would suddenly come out from somewhere to watch the excitement.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I feel like someone is looking at me." Lin Jianqiu quickly retracted his gaze, "Maybe it's my illusion."

The little girl passing by quickly put a banknote in the piano case in front of them, stepped back a little, but did not go far, but asked in a low voice with her mobile phone blushing: "Can I take a picture for you?" Photo?"

Not far away was her friend, with a hint of anticipation on his face.

I don't know if I recognized Lin Jianqiu.

The bearded man thought that Lin Jianqiu would refuse, but he didn't.

Not only did he not refuse, he even stretched out his hand to make a V, with a gentle and warm smile, tearing away those inherent labels, and letting him out he was a standard warm and handsome guy.

The little girl nervously took two pictures, and then whispered "thank you".

Lin Jianqiu waved her goodbye.

Isn't he afraid that those people will deliberately post it on the Internet and laugh at his downfall?

Lin Jianqiu can see through the disguise of a wanted criminal at a glance, and the bearded man doesn't think he can't see through the malice of a young girl.

He just really doesn't care.

When the night was getting dark and there were fewer people coming and going, the bearded man said abruptly: "You are not what I imagined."

Lin Jianqiu asked him back: "What kind of person do you think 'I' is?"

The bearded man was asked instead.

He didn't pay much attention to things in the entertainment industry these years, and the name "Lin Jianqiu" appeared in front of him from time to time, but when it came to his impression, it was really very shallow.

To put it mildly, it looks high and high, but in fact the sense of presence is very low.

Because he doesn't have any outstanding works, his face and his self-proclaimed "musician" identity are what have been pulled out all the year round.

In private, his reputation is not very good. There are endless rumors of pretentiousness, false arrogance, and playing big names.

But Lin Jianqiu himself is not serious enough to violate the bottom line. In this already somewhat deformed circle, as long as he has a good-looking face and a backing to make him strong, he can become "lovely". big star.

But if the backer is gone, he will easily fall to the bottom.

The bearded man knows that people can't believe everything that is released in the entertainment industry, but Lin Jianqiu's reaction is still beyond his expectations.

I thought it was self-comfort after being stimulated, and all the pain was suppressed in my heart.

Now it seems that he is very big-hearted and doesn't care about his predicament at all.

The bearded man thought for a long time, and chose some neutral words to say to Lin Jianqiu: "I have strong self-esteem, love cleanliness, and care more about fame and applause..."

No matter what, it was different from the Lin Jianqiu he had seen.

He couldn't say more.

Because nothing was too impressive.

Lin Jianqiu smiled lightly, with a bit of self-mockery.

That person will eventually die in a corner where no one knows.

In the end, there was no disturbance at all. Except for a few humanitarian silent tributes when the news spread on the Internet, the rest almost all "served it".

It seems that this person's whole life has been so sinful that death can't offset it.

"Brother Lu, why did you come out to wander?" Lin Jianqiu asked back.

"I want to experience another life." The bearded man replied, "I hope I can calm down."

"Just pretend that I am the same." Lin Jianqiu patted the dust off his clothes and stood up, stretched his waist, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, fell silent for a moment, then laughed again.

"And I found that I am so naturally beautiful, even if I am not in that circle, I can live a good life."

The bearded man looked at him for a moment with indescribable eyes, but in the end he was mostly relieved.

"Optimism is also a virtue." He patted Lin Jianqiu on the shoulder and comforted him, "Keep it up."

"Thank you." Lin Jianqiu accepted the "compliment" unceremoniously.

The bearded man sighed, but felt that Lin Jianqiu's smiling face was kinder, so he couldn't help but care about his whereabouts.

"What are your plans for the future?"

"Of course it's a career change."

"What career to change?" The bearded man thought for a while and found that there were many options, "Actually, you can go back to school or write songs. Don't you study music?"

Lin Jianqiu shook his head: "To make a living for a long time, of course you have to do what you are best at."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"writing a novel."

"..." The bearded man found it really hard to understand Lin Jianqiu's brain circuit, "Aren't you a music student?"

"But it's not as good as my writing novels."

"What's the advantage? Are you going to write an autobiography of your life?" That's indeed quite grand.

Lin Jianqiu shook his head, and said two words lightly: "Kill."

Bearded man: "..."

Amid the bearded man's speechless eyes mixed with a bit of panic, Lin Jianqiu said slowly: "...the case reserves in this area are relatively rich."

The bearded man recalled that the shows that Lin Jianqiu had participated in seemed to have a lot of themes related to solving puzzles, and simulated secret room murders were also quite common.

While he understood, he also felt a faint sense of relief.

Lin Jianqiu used to work as a reasoning writer.

It is not very famous, but it is between the first and eighteenth lines. A friend once joked that it can be counted as nine lines in compromise.

There are masterpieces that are famous in the circle, but there is only one, and the rest can barely make ends meet.

Lin Jianqiu does not pursue big hits, his only obsession is to finish each book from beginning to end.

If he had any regrets before time travel, it would be that the last half of the manuscript was not finished yet.

It's almost obsessive-compulsive disorder.

So even in a different world with a healthier and younger body, Lin Jianqiu still has to fulfill this obsession.

The problem, however, is that writing novels also costs money.

Even if you don’t have a computer, you need a pen and paper at least—the mobile phone is getting more and more powerful, but it doesn’t feel good in the hand, and there is a risk of running out of power from time to time.

He still doesn't even have a charger of his own.

Ye Linyun, that doggy man is really too cruel.

Lin Jianqiu silently cursed the dog man three hundred times in his heart.

In the evening, Big Beard took Lin Jianqiu to a nearby free park for a temporary rest. A bench leaned against a tall bridge, just to keep out the wind.

"I didn't plan to stay here for long. The small house I rented before has been retired, so I can only make do with it here."

The bearded man skillfully spread out his military overcoat, but Lin Jianqiu shook his head and rejected his kindness, and just leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

It's no longer a hopeless situation, but there are too many trivial matters, Lin Jianqiu habitually keeps his nerves excited.

Amidst the whistling wind, Lin Jianqiu vaguely heard the click of the camera taking pictures, as well as deliberately suppressed whispers.

"...It's really him?"

"It looks like it."

"It doesn't matter, let's take a picture first, and then we can talk about it. It looks like this and it will definitely sell for a good price."

"Hush, keep your voice down, don't leave, don't disturb people."

"Wow, this must be a hit when it's released - the popular star has actually fallen into the sleeping bridge hole!"

"Tsk tsk, you deserve it. I heard that I offended the boss, so I don't care how much I am."

"Do you want other people to come and see the excitement?"

"You're stupid, only scoop news can be sold at a high price! Who can't live with money!"

"Hurry up, it won't be good if you wake up..."

……

The bearded man turned over on the ground, as if he had not slept soundly, but he did not wake up either.

Lin Jianqiu opened his eyes and glanced at the source of the sound.

Under the moonlight, those eyes looked even deeper, and the cold moonlight reflected was like a sharp blade, piercing straight through.

That point of determination dissipated in the blink of an eye.

But the whispering over there stopped in that instant.

After a rustling sound, the person who took the sneak shot ran away and ran all the way out of the park, and only then supported his knees on the side of the road, while patting his chest and panting hard.

Even though they got what they wanted, they still felt their hearts beating wildly.

Not excitement, but inexplicable panic.

They refused to admit that they were intimidated by the look of the down-and-out star.

Seeing Wei Congbai again was two days later.

Lin Jianqiu was distributing leaflets on the side of the road when he heard a notification on his mobile phone.

Since he recharged his phone, the number of people who called and texted him has been extremely limited, and the messages he sent have disappeared like resumes.

So the number of candidates to send messages is extremely limited.

Lin Jianqiu unlocked the phone and took a look, only to find that it was a short message from an unfamiliar number.

[When are you free? ]

Lin Jianqiu quickly matched this item with the sender's name.

[Mr. Wei? ]

[right. ]

[You didn't save my number? ]

[Forget it, wait for me there, I'll go find you right away. ]

Before Wei Congbai asked Lin Jianqiu's location, there was no reply.

Lin Jianqiu raised his eyebrows in surprise, he thought Wei Congbai gave up asking him to help after he went back and thought about it carefully.

That's good, so he won't have to worry about finding someone.

Lin Jianqiu sent Wei Congbai his address, but before he could send it out, he heard a discordant voice in his ear.

"It's Lin Jianqiu."

"Why does he still have the face to come out?"

"Wow, hurry up and take a picture! You can even meet celebrities here!"

"Tch, what kind of star is he, his reputation is rotten."

……

It was all whispering, because it was not on the Internet but in reality, so I had to restrain myself a lot and just watched from a distance.

The ones who really came forward were the "acquaintances" who knew him in reality and came over to see him.

Ye Linyun brought some rich second generations that the original owner had seen before.

Earlier, in order to please Ye Linyun, they treated the original owner pretty well, but the original owner didn't like them and didn't like to play with them, so they didn't have much contact with them.

Those rich second representatives were kind to him on the surface, and when they were weak, they lined up one by one to watch his jokes.

"Oh, isn't this the big star Lin? Why did you come to this kind of 'slum area'? I'm not afraid of getting your noble feet dirty."

Someone put Lin Jianqiu's shoulders and smiled strangely.

"I thought you didn't even look down on Young Master Ye." He lowered his voice and said sarcastically, "Unexpectedly, it turned out that Young Master Ye didn't want you~"

"I heard that Second Young Master Ye took Brother Qi to meet his parents two days ago, and his family members agreed. That's the first part."

"Well, to be honest, even his driver looks down on you."

"It's a fake after all, so I should be content with it. At least it's better than those native chickens. At least I've lived a high-class life. This life is not in vain."

"But in the future, don't think about picking on Second Young Master Ye again. If you mess with Brother Qi again, Second Young Master will ask you to taste the darkness of 'upper class'."

The rich second generation patted Lin Jianqiu on the shoulder, warning him meaningfully.

"I heard that you don't even have a place to live now. If you are willing to kneel down and beg me, maybe I can reward you with a couple of pennies when I'm in a good mood—"

"A reward for your sister."

There was a sound of sudden brakes, and the bright silver car stopped on the side of the road.

The rich second generation's face darkened, and he was about to raise his head to scold the blind man, but when he raised his head, he looked at Shangwei Congbai's face full of "displeasure".

They didn't dare to mess with Ye Linyun, and they didn't dare to mess with Wei Congbai who dared to dance on Ye Linyun's head.

So he had to swallow those words back.

"Hello Wei Shao." The rich second generation greeted honestly.

Wei Congbai ignored him at all, staring at the gym flyer in Lin Jianqiu's hand, his frown never loosened, his expression seemed a little suspicious of life.

Do you really want to ask someone who has fallen so far to help you?

Wei Congbai questioned himself from the bottom of his heart.

However, in comparison, those who hurried over to add insult to injury made him feel that the value was lowered.

Seeing Qiu lift his chin, Wei Congbai ordered to Lin, "Get in the car."

The rest of them naturally didn't dare to stop them, they could only watch helplessly as Lin Jianqiu opened the door.

Lin Jianqiu stopped before getting into the car, turned around and stuffed the remaining leaflets into the hand of the rich second generation, and smiled slightly.

"These will trouble you."

The rich second generation's face was as ugly as if he had swallowed a fly: "Wait..."

However, Wei Cong Bai glanced over, faintly impatient: "You can just do this trivial matter, so there is so much nonsense."

The rich second generation had no choice but to swallow his words back, and gave Lin Jianqiu a sneaky look.

Lin Jianqiu slammed the car door shut.

Before the rich second generation could say anything, he was sprayed with car exhaust.

Wei Congbai glanced at Lin Jianqiu who had just put on his seat belt: "You're pretty good at bullying."

Lin Jianqiu said "Thank you for the compliment" on his face, and said modestly: "Where, Mr. Wei's reputation is more useful."

Such blunt hypocrisy is not annoying.

Wei Congbai snorted softly: "I'll put it all on your account. If you don't succeed, you have to spit out the principal and interest for me."

"Of course, I will do what I promised."

Lin Jianqiu folded the last leaflet left in his hand into a paper airplane, and by the way checked in the leaflet group, but remembered another thing.

"How did Mr. Wei know I was there?"

The address he entered in the box has not had time to send out.

Wei Congbai's brows and eyes twitched slightly, as if he was holding back something. When he stopped at the next traffic light intersection, he finally couldn't help but took out his mobile phone and pointed a certain news interface in front of Lin Jianqiu.

Lin Jianqiu had to step back a little, and couldn't see clearly until his head hit the car window.

It was the news headline he had imagined—

【shock!The popular star actually sleeps in the bridge hole! 】

Slightly changed the substitution words and order, and added several exclamation points by the way.

【shock!The popular star was reduced to handing out leaflets for a living! ! ! ! ! 】