The black and red of the entertainment industry

Song Fan felt that his death must be ugly. Being pushed down from the rooftop on the [-]th floor, even if he was a star, he would not be more beautiful than a normal person falling down. Countless people paid homage to the remains...

Thinking of this, Song Fan wanted to die, no, he was already dead.

But how can you think about death when you are already dead?Song Fan was a little surprised. After all, he didn't know much about the world after death. He only knew ghosts and the underworld. He didn't know if people would think after death, would they?

Thinking of this, Song Fan lifted his head away from his arms, opened his eyes, and lost the ability to think about everything in his sight for a moment, as if being struck by thunder——

I sat in the last row of a classroom, the stool under my buttocks could no longer sit steadily, and the textbook on the desk under my arm was crumpled by myself. There are no less than 50 energetic boys and girls. They may be their classmates. An old man with gray hair is giving a lecture at the front of the classroom. Most of the chalk characters on the blackboard are related to ancient poems...

Everything looks normal, the only thing wrong is that he has to see things through the lens, and in the past, Song Fan hardly wore glasses except for work needs.

Song Fan's scalp was numb. He remembered very clearly that he went to the company's rooftop to hesitate to jump or not because of an extremely disgusting scandal, but was pushed down by someone, and now he woke up in a class at the university. , everyone around him is more attentive in listening to the class than him, and there is still bright sunshine outside the window...

He was a little dazed. He didn't know if it was a dream. He wasn't murdered, and he wasn't a celebrity. He was just a sleepy college student who had a too real dream lying on his desk...

At this time, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated, Song Fan lowered his head, only to realize that he was wearing blue jeans that had been washed a little whitish, he took out his mobile phone without much thought, and faced the caller on the screen as his mother's number I froze for a while, then clicked the answer button.

The number was somewhat familiar, but it appeared so suddenly that Song Fan couldn't remember whose number it was for a moment. He put his ear on the phone in confusion, and heard a distressed female voice inside: "A Ming, come back now!" Home, your brother..."

The action of Song Fan openly answering the mobile phone in class was quickly seen by the old man. The old man put down the book in his hand, raised his glasses on the bridge of his nose, put his hands on the desk, and stared at the unscrupulous boy in the last row, angrily The meaning quickly climbed to the face.

Following the old man's gaze, these students also noticed the abnormality of that classmate, each of them felt very strange, probably because in their impression, that classmate was not so rebellious, what's his name?Most people don't know this.

"Song Ming..." The boy next to him pulled Song Fan's arm, but the name Song Ming was called out in a low voice. When Song Fan heard it, he was struck by thunder twice, and the phone fell out of his hand and fell on the ground. On the ground, the back cover battery left the body.

The woman's voice on the phone still echoed in Song Fan's ears, and what she said at the end was: "Your brother... he is dying, he is in Huaishan Hospital." This sentence seemed to take all her strength, and her throat seemed to be constricted after she finished speaking. Gagging, falling into a weak choking sob.

Song Fan would not be more familiar with this voice, he almost called out, Mom...

Song Fan looked at the mobile phone that fell off the ground at this time, as if he was looking at himself falling from the roof. Just now, his mother called him A Ming, and the boy next to him called him Song Ming. So, so...

Song Fan didn't think about it anymore, he randomly picked up the phone and stuffed it into his pocket, squeezed past the boy who called himself Song Ming just now, automatically ignored everyone's expressions, and ran out of the classroom...

Behind him, there was the sound of someone throwing a book and stomping their feet.

When he walked out of the university gate, Song Fan took a deep breath, and his emotions were never complicated. The university was called Chudong University, and his 19-year-old brother Song Ming had just entered an undergraduate school this year—if he was still Song Fan .

Song Fan hailed a taxi on the side of the road, "Huaishan Hospital." He reported the address to the driver, then sat in the back seat and fell into deep thought.

There are two possibilities for the situation he is facing now, one is that after Song Fan died, he was "resurrected" on Song Ming; and the other is that Song Ming has Song Fan's memory.

Now it seems that the first possibility is the most practical, because Song Fan dug in his mind for a while, and found that he has no memory that only belongs to Song Ming at all, and he is very clear about Song Fan's past.

He took up his younger brother's body and resurrected!Song Fan scratched his hair, unable to digest this fact, Song Ming, what's going on now?Because of his brother's usurpation, his soul must be suffering some kind of suffering, right?

The extremely entangled Song Fan slammed his head on the back of the co-pilot's seat. The driver glanced at him in fear, and secretly increased the speed of the car, wanting to get the psychopath out of the car as soon as possible.

Half an hour later, Song Fan got off the taxi. The taxi had no intention of staying, and left like the wind. Song Fan stopped stretching out his hand to find money on his body. Thanks to Ben, then shook his head, drove away his messy thoughts, walked through the somewhat busy flow of people, and walked into the gate of Huaishan Hospital.

After reassembling the phone, Song Fan called his mother, asked for the exact location, and hurried over there.

It was in the emergency room on the second floor of the hospital. Outside the emergency room stood a dozen or so people with different expressions. Among them were Song Fan's manager Hu Xingye, his assistant Liu Yan, and Song Zhibin, the vice president of Star Entertainment, etc. wait……

Song Fan knew very well that he was no longer the star Song Fan that these people were familiar with. Song Fan might be lying on the bed in the emergency room bleeding profusely. Now he was Song Fan's younger brother and had little to do with these people.

Song Fan hardly turned his eyes when he passed by them. Now he is playing the role of his younger brother Song Ming who ran over anxiously after hearing about his misfortune. The sobbing mother finally saw herself lying on the bed covered with a layer of white cloth, and the white cloth was put on the bed, showing a shocking red.

My mother testified that she must be the one on the bed.

Song Fan staggered into the emergency room, his eyes wet with tears, he walked over and silently supported his mother's shoulders as a comfort, but his thoughts drifted away, and he began to recall how he got to this situation.

At the end of September, the filming of the movie "Storm" starring Song Fan was completed. This month—that is, the shutdown ceremony was held on October [-]th. Song Fan naturally attended the ceremony as the male number one. He was very fond of him, and Song Fan, who was in a good mood, drank some wine and finally got a little drunk, greeted everyone, and let the driver drive him home.

As soon as Song Fan's red BMW [-]-series came to Greentown Park, he started kicking the door!Song Fan's personal driver, Cheng Wei, parked the car skillfully by the side of the road, turned around and asked, "Brother Fan, what's wrong with you?" Song Fan kicked the car door again, before vaguely saying, "I want to pee! I want to go down Pee! Let me out of the car!"

Cheng Wei supported his forehead, thinking that being drunk really makes people crazy, and persuaded him nicely: "Brother Fan, you are a public figure, getting out of the car to pee here...isn't it good? I don't think there is a public toilet here, is it true that you are a public figure?" I want to go anywhere..."

"Yes! I want to pee anywhere! I'm about to pee my pants! Cheng Wei, now you are my brother, please!" Song Fan couldn't choose what to say when he wanted to pee.

Cheng Wei had no choice but to get out of the car and open the door for Song Fan, slandering in his heart: Brother Fan, you can open the door yourself if you want to pee, can I still block you from getting out?

Song Fan got out of the car and stumbled into the small woods in Greentown Park. Although he was in a hurry to urinate, he was somewhat awake. At least he found a big tree before taking off his pants. All of a sudden, Song Fan felt someone sticking up from behind, and then, the flash of the camera shone on him, making his anus tight.

The drunkenness dissipated immediately, Song Fan was about to resist, but was hit by some blunt object on the back of the head, suddenly felt the sky was dark, his consciousness gradually lost, and finally he fell unconscious.

When he woke up, he was on his own bed, and Hu Xingye stood beside him with a gloomy face. A newspaper was thrown on Song Fan's face. Hu Xingye said coldly, "Look at what you've done!"

Song Fan was a little confused, but when he saw the newspaper headline, he immediately understood.

This is the most famous entertainment newspaper in Chudong City——Chufeng Entertainment, and the headline of this issue is "Storm Man Shut Down Banquet and Fights with Macho Park", and there are two photos attached under the title, one is a The man in black and Song Fan's fronts are close to their backs, and their poses are ambiguous. Song Fan's lower body is white, and his private parts are mosaiced; the other is a close-up of Song Fan's face, which seems to be enjoying himself...

Seeing these things was like being struck by thunder. Song Fan sat on the bed, dying. He knew that he was ruined, and his reputation would be ruined overnight.

Hu Xingye didn't say a word to him, turned around and left. Today, he was supposed to shoot a clothing advertisement, but his assistant Liu Yan didn't call him to urge him. Even Cheng Wei didn't come over to tell him how he came back last night. ...

The room was dead quiet, and Song Fan felt a sense of powerlessness, he felt abandoned by the whole world.

However, if it’s just this situation, Song Fan really doesn’t know how to go to the rooftops. It’s better to live than to die. Even if he goes abroad to hide for a few years, avoid the limelight, and make a comeback after a while, it’s a good solution. However, what happened later What happened to him made him feel disheartened, as if he had been thrown into the eighteenth level of hell.

The author has something to say: Noon: I will make headlines for you when you take off your pants!

Song Fan: ...