If you are sick, you should give up treatment

"Is my stepmother?" After hanging up Su Wei's phone, Xiao Zimo changed his posture, rolled himself into a ball and asked his bones.

【stepmother? 】Kun doesn't quite understand the meaning of this word.

"... Forget it." Xiao Zimo silently opened Weibo again, and sure enough, he saw a group of people crying on Weibo begging for a flop begging for love again. Only then did Xiao Zimo notice that he had grown a little I'm afraid that the number of fans is too high. In the past, it was already the limit to have [-] fans. At this moment, Xiao Zimo felt that he was really popular.

After being silent for a while, Xiao Zimo sent another post with emotion.

"Well, I see a lot of people call me stepmother, well, I'm really a stepmother." Well, the pronunciation of that word is a bit strange, and the bite of the word is the first thing people who hear it notice.

The accompanying picture is a close-up of Kun's hand bones, and the slender joints look very beautiful.

Xiao Zimo sent such a voice message on Weibo, but a mistake became an eternal hatred. Since then, most of the ink has been changed from the original serious name to "stepmother". The screen was full of horrors dominated by his stepmother. Even if Xiao Zimo corrected it many times later, it was useless. Everyone still called it Tehuanshi. It must be officially certified and came from his own mouth.

Then Xiao Zimo hehe, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he picked up a lot of horror thrillers, with the word willful written all over his face, adhering to the principle that I just love to make this kind of movies, and you can’t bite me otherwise ...

A vicious cycle, a group of people were scared to death, watching the film he took with tears in their eyes, and made his stepmother scream even more cruelly, and there was no way to change it back.

This is all later. If Xiao Zimo had known this earlier, he would probably... well, maybe he would post it too. The attributes of stepmother must have always been there, and he was a little depressed when things first developed. Then he continued to happily run wildly on the stepmother's way, as if he had let go of the rein.

[Fuck, my stepmother swiped three times in a row today, I'm going to buy a lottery ticket. 】

【Being revived by the stepmother's voice, it needs a hug from the stepmother to get well】

[Stepmother, stepmother, I want to be your girlfriend]

【Stepmother loves me】

【Please stepmother love again】

Xiao Zimo posted on Weibo, and within a short while received a message, clicked on it to see, all the clear ones were called his stepmother...

==It must be that he opened it in the wrong way, his fans should never be so skinny, Xiao Zimo refreshed the page again, and the refreshed content was clearly the same stepmother, and there were more...

There is a saying that what kind of fan is what kind of idol circle, and Xiao Zimo, who is a Pippi shrimp, is also a Pippi shrimp in his bones.

Clicked the little fork in the upper right corner of the screen, and silently quit Weibo. Xiao Zimo felt that he still didn’t read it, which was a bit embarrassing. Everyone felt that there was really no one. He was no match at all by himself. level is not enough.

Tsk, tsk, sure enough, you can't check Weibo.

Xiao Zimo felt that he was too sad, he should do something serious, such as picking two more clothes for the bones~

Xiao Zimo, who still felt a little stuffy just now, was resurrected with full blood.

Howling ink on the Internet?

Well, let them get high by themselves, he can't get high, he can't compare.

Since then, Xiao Zimo, who didn't use Weibo very much, started his daily routine of posting bones...

The next day, Xiao Zimo woke up early, and there were five people and six people who cleaned him up. He has a job today, and he has to go out no matter how much he doesn’t want to. This order was received a year ago. The promotional film for the environment, speaking of which, the filming of this promotional film is really full of disasters. The order received a year ago should have been completed long ago, but when the filming started, the director had a car accident and the director was lying on the bed. For more than five months, the promotional film was a hobby film made by the director. She was hospitalized and the film was naturally shelved. Then, when she was discharged from the hospital, Xiao Zimo happened to accept "Legend of the Immortal Journey", and the two had a perfect relationship. The time was staggered, the director made a total calculation and still felt that Xiao Zimo was more suitable. In line with the principle of excellence, he planned to wait for Xiao Zimo to come back from the filming and then add the voice. I just came here, but the director Xu Liang took over the job of a variety show, waved to Xiao Zimo, and went to film a variety show. Of course, filming public welfare promotion is a hobby, and he pays for it himself. Filming variety shows is the only way to support him For myself, the date of filming the promotional video has been pushed back, and the schedules of the two of them have been staggered again. Xiao Zimo has no idea, because he is happy to go home and stay at home after making a fortune from "Legend of the Immortal Journey". Living a decadent mourning life.

Then "Legend of Immortal Journey" hit the theaters, and Xu Liang, who came back from filming the variety show over there, was filled with the infinite Daojun, and Xu Liang happily went to follow the show, and then another, and then, Xiao Zimo was left on the air again That's it, when Xu Liang came back after chasing the drama, Xu Liang, who was addicted to the drama after being poisoned, was still smashed in the face by "Poor Road".

All of a sudden, Xu Liang felt how stupid he was to just let Xiao Zimo act as a voiceover. After a whole night, Xu Liang decided to restructure the promotional videos and keep most of the completed promotional videos. The ones that worked, the others were thrown into the trash can. When Xiao Zimo, who was originally only dubbing, received the invitation again, besides the voice of the promotional film, there was another role.

The shot of the promotional video is cut from a bamboo forest. The slight drizzle penetrates the air, outlining the hazy texture in the rain. A plain white umbrella cuts off the rain curtain. Under the umbrella is a young man in green clothes.

The boy looked up, his eyes were full of smiles, the umbrella in his hand was turned around, and the raindrops were also thrown out in a circle with his movements.

The young man took a step forward, and a group of children appeared beside him. They laughed and played around the young man. The young man looked at them dotingly, would talk to them, and he would teach the child many things, and gradually , the children turned into teenagers, into young people, they were no longer around the boy, they left, took the felled forest, the boy holding the umbrella stopped, looked at the people who were leaving blankly, and then He started to move forward again, and he saw that the people who had left reclaimed the land, built houses, and they had their own ethnic group, and there were more and more of them, and then wanton destruction, the boy stopped, rubbing against the people coming and going The green behind him is getting less and less, and the buildings in front of him are getting more and more taller, the green clothes of the young man faded from the original dark green to light green, the young man turned his head, and the road he walked by The bamboo forest disappeared.

The boy held the umbrella, and the fingers holding the umbrella were pale and looked a little helpless. In front of him, the human race turned into a village, a town, and a city. The boy walked on the road, brushing shoulders with many people. However, the color of the clothes on my body became lighter and lighter, turned pale gray, and became tattered, only the plain white umbrella in my hand remained the same, without the bamboo forest, the green mountain, and the dreamlike umbrella. A phantom rain curtain, the air is gray and white, the tired boy stops in despair, what he can see has become a modern city of reinforced concrete, cars whizzing past, factories billowing in thick smoke, turbid The clear river, the gray sky, a group of children ran past the boy, but no one could notice the boy's existence.

The young man went from being bright and smiling at the beginning, to loneliness, to bewilderment, to helplessness, to decline, to emptiness, and then to deep despair, layer by layer, just an expression and a figure, without any words , but deduced a depressing sense of heaviness.