Laid-off and re-employment

Zhang Bieyu's Weibo is like Pandora's box, she clearly knows it is wrong, but Yan Zhuoying still can't help but keep making mistakes again and again, and continue to read.

Unexpectedly, he just reposted the lottery, and then reposted good luck and koi after reposting the lottery, which deeply implemented the Internet cyberpunk superstition.

Yan Zhuoying's heart was pierced, and that ominous premonition became more and more real. At this moment, he finally discovered something different in reposting good luck and reposting the lucky draw.

But those were also reposted sand sculpture jokes and beautiful pictures of old TV dramas, which had nothing to do with me.If this is my fan's Weibo, it can only be said that it is too well hidden and the passerby accounts are well maintained.

Things have come to this point, Yan Zhuoying is already fully prepared to accept the worst outcome, he took a deep breath and continued to look down, and finally came that day.

The day the story begins, the day they reunite, the day the fans unite to clarify.

Then, no more then.

The word "believe in Yan Zhuoying" in the forwarding copy made Yan Zhuoying feel the cold words for the first time.

It's too cold, so cold, even his heart is frozen, he just wants to sing letitgo, today he is the Ice and Snow King.

However, the colder ones are yet to come. He continued scrolling down, and found that because there were so many prizes, Zhang Bieyu actually retweeted this Weibo several times, probably because he wanted to increase his chances of winning.

And in the earliest forwarded comment, he actually commented on himself, saying that there are too many prizes here.

No wonder, no wonder a person who never pays attention to himself will retweet to support himself. It turns out that it is because others have given too much.

Yan Zhuoying clutched his chest, he originally thought that God saw him as unlucky and sent him such a good person who is both a fan and a friend.

Unexpectedly, any gift in life has already been secretly priced.And the price Zhang Bieyu came to him was the toilet seat that he endorsed...

It sounds a little cheap, why can't he get a big one?

Yan Zhuoying looked at the phone screen, the rain in his heart was pouring down, but he couldn't get wet from the lottery drawer.

Sister Tao, who was sitting in the driver's seat, saw him silent for a long time behind, with a serious face, and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with you? Did you twist something during the rehearsal today and feel uncomfortable? Do you want to go to the hospital?" "

Yan Zhuoying shook his head, still feeling lucky in his heart, he looked up at Sister Tao who was in the driver's seat, and asked expectantly, "Sister, I have something to ask you."

"Let go." Sister Tao said, "I've already arranged for you a family trip after your birthday, so you don't need to ask such small questions."

Yan Zhuoying shook her head: "It's not about this, but did Zhang Bieyu tell you that he is my fan?"

"What?" Sister Tao's mood was shaken instantly, "Damn it, is he your fan? How come I never heard of him?"

Yan Zhuoying: ...

Sister Tao's surprised expression gave Yan Zhuoying a final knowing blow, how proud he is, how vulnerable he is, okay?

The truth has come to light, Yan Zhuoying understands it thoroughly, everything is because he thinks too much, he regards retweeting as liking, he is as impulsive as a moth to a flame.

At this moment, he could only rejoice in his heart, that it was okay, that he didn't show his self-indulgence, and when he asked Huo Hongyun for an autograph last time, he didn't bring any private goods with him and signed two of them himself.

He wiped his face viciously, and when he thought about his self-indulgent inner drama, he wished he could jump out of the car right now and find a village that no one knew about to spend the rest of his life.

Yan Zhuoying was in the back row overcoming her embarrassing memory, while Sister Tao sat in the front but was immersed in shock.

She knew that Yan Zhuoying was a person who couldn't talk nonsense, and he must have his reasons for saying this, but she thought carefully about the details of Tong Zhang Bieyu, and never felt that he had any tendency to worship Yan Zhuoying.

Of course, making more money doesn't count.

Could it be that she has lost fans and become an old love?But if Zhang Bieyu was a fan of Yan Zhuoying before, did he lie to me when he said that he helped Yan Zhuoying to give Kaixuan a platform?

Sister Tao was shocked, and suddenly remembered an incident from the past.

At that time, Zhang Bieyu hadn't quit the circle, and Yan Zhuoying had just debuted and was gaining momentum. Every time she took Yan Zhuoying out to run a business announcement and came back, Zhang Bieyu would come up to say hello and ask where she had been.

At that time, I thought he was asking for news, but it was annoying, my God, could it be that I was thinking wrong, in fact, Zhang Bieyu just wanted to get a little closer, a little closer to his idol?

No wonder, no wonder he was so caring and warm to Yan Zhuoying.

But she really couldn't imagine Zhang Bieyu supporting Yan Zhuoying, just like she could never imagine Zhang Feifei dancing ballet and Pilates.

Split personality belongs to yes.

The two of them had their own thoughts, and the car became very quiet for a while, and no one spoke.Yan Zhuoying looked at the phone in his hand and wanted to go back to the top, but the Weibo content was refreshed directly, and suddenly a new Weibo of Zhang Bieyu appeared.

This new Weibo is not forwarding a lottery or praying for blessings, but a rare original.

【Recently, I'm really tired. Fortunately, I can take a little rest tomorrow, and I'm looking forward to it. 】

what to expectWhat else could he expect!Of course I am looking forward to my birthday fan meeting concert tomorrow night!

Yan Zhuoying, who regained his confidence in an instant, was refreshed. He stared at this Weibo for a while, then suddenly raised his head to look at Sister Tao and said, "Sister, what I just said doesn't count, it's all nonsense, Zhang Bieyu He's not a fan of mine."

"Ah?" Sister Tao was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously thinking that Yan Zhuoying's mind had turned around, trying to hide it.

But Yan Zhuoying didn't explain that everything was his own wishful thinking, he couldn't afford to lose this person, he just asked her to follow the wind with everything she just heard.

But when Yan Zhuoying came home, alone at night with the lights turned off, it was inevitable that he would think of his self-indulgence, still suffering from bitter wine, hating his imagination for being too free.

After a night of tossing and turning, Yan Zhuoying changed his account and read most of Zhang Bieyu's Weibo. According to the feedback after he retweeted the lottery, the toilet seat that he endorsed this time was the worst he had ever won. expensive things.

Thinking about it this way can be regarded as a hundred causes must have consequences, and his blessing is me.

Yan Zhuoying's mood became a little more balanced, but the more he turned back, he found that the content of the forwarded lottery was less and less, and it was basically some inner monologue written by Zhang Bieyu himself.

Although it was more bad than good, the overall tone was still positive, until he saw a liberated Weibo.Looking at the time, it was already five years ago, and it should be when he and Chuanxin had just terminated the contract.

From this microblog as the dividing line, the microblogs before that are basically complaints, like a rainy day without a little sunshine.Yan Zhuoying didn't dare to read any more after reading a few.

It wasn't because of anything else, but mainly because he was afraid of seeing Zhang Bieyu scolding him for his poor acting skills and good acting resources. Tonight, he was already too fragile to bear more blows.

Zhang Bieyu, who had already gone to bed early for beauty sleep, did not know that his Weibo had been exposed, and was dreaming of cutting the ribbon for the seven branches of Kaixuan No.80.

He naturally woke up at noon the next day. He took a bath and had a meal without any haste. He ordered flowers for Yan Zhuoying. He drove slowly from home when the time was almost up. Take Zhang Feifan.

In fact, Zhang Bieyu had prepared a birthday present for Yan Zhuoying, but the things were still on the way.And even if it arrives, the object is too big, and there is no way to bring it to the scene.

Humming a song, he drove Zhang Feifan to the gymnasium where the concert was held. Just as he got off the car, an old man came up and asked, "Handsome guy, do you want a ticket? Everyone on the high stage in the front row has them."

Zhang Bieyu paused, and pulled down the sunglasses on his face.When he wasn't smiling, he had a bit of a bitter face, but my brother subconsciously took two steps back when he saw him like this.

Just as he was about to speak again, another strong man got down from the co-pilot, and saw that his legs might not be as thick as his arms.He didn't even think about it, he turned around and ran away.

The strong man Zhang Feifan took out his perfume bottle and sprayed it on himself, and asked with a strange expression, "Why is he running?"

"I was overwhelmed by the smell of your perfume." Zhang Bieyu turned to look at the bottle in his hand, slightly shocked, "This is not Van Cleef & Arpels' perfume, why do you spray it like toilet water?"

"It's toilet water. I bought a bottle of toilet water." Zhang Feifan handed over the bottle, "Why don't you repel mosquitoes in case there are mosquitoes in the stadium."

Zhang Bieyu: ...

After politely rejecting Zhang Feifan's toilet water, the two of them ran directly to the venue, carrying the VVVIP ticket given by Yan Zhuoying, and carrying the certificate of special audience around their necks, and walked into the first VIP passage in their lives, no crowds or queues, The two went directly to the auditorium.

Holding flowers in his hand, Zhang Bieyu asked where the backstage was, and took Zhang Feifei to go straight there.

Sister Tao was talking to Yan Zhuoying, when someone knocked on the door of the dressing room, she got up and went to open the door, but a bouquet of flowers rushed directly in front of her.

Red, green, white, purple, whatever color and variety.

Zhang Bieyu smiled at her with flowers: "Did I bother you?"

When Yan Zhuoying heard Zhang Bieyu's name, he suddenly sat up straight, his muscles tensed unconsciously, and he didn't know how to face this man who was misunderstood by him.

"No." Sister Tao let them in, staring at the flower in his hand and frowning, she asked, "What is the flower in your hand? Why are there so many varieties?"

"I don't know, I just asked them to bring me the most expensive one, which seems to be called a lucky dragon." Zhang Bieyu said, holding the flower in front of Yan Zhuoying and putting it down, took off the sunglasses on his face and smiled at him: " Happy birthday to you, and good luck with your performance today."

Seeing him smiling at herself, Yan Zhuoying felt even more sad.

55555, he smiles so nicely, why isn't he a fan of himself?