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When the agent found Ye Tinghe, he was watching Lin Zhao's early interviews. The boy's smile on the screen was still young, and he was not comfortable with it.But it cannot be denied that even if sitting next to him is a popular little flower, elegant and refined as Chu Chu, as quiet and pretty as Ren Ju, his color is not inferior, and he is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

The host asked: "If Xiao Lin will have a girlfriend in the future, do you want to find someone like Sister Chu Chu or someone like Tangerine?"

He hadn't learned how to deal with this pitfall that was on the surface. He blinked and asked his sisters for help, but the girls on both sides looked at him with smiles, and had no intention of getting out.

Lin Zhao leaned back on the sofa discouragedly, covered half of his eyes with his fingers, and tilted his head to look at the host: "What are you doing? Provoking us—" He froze, and his eyeballs quickly glanced at Chu Chu and Ren Ju, Admitting defeat in terms of numbers, "provoking our sisterhood."

His tone was stubborn, but he puffed up his mouth and pretended to be deflated. He was indescribably clever and cute.

The sisters laughed together, and rushed over to pinch his face.

Lin Zhao quickly got up and jumped away, his back was still thin and thin like a young deer's.

The last shot was pushed to a close-up, black hair swept across the back of his fair neck, he suddenly turned his head, and his round eyes burst into a smile.

He grimaces at the camera.

This was supposed to be a discarded interview tidbit, but on the day it was released, the comments and reposts exceeded one million in just one hour.

After becoming famous, Lin Zhao was as perfect as a god, and he was no longer as lively in front of the camera. Those who loved him heard the news of his death before they knew all about him.

Seven years ago, who didn't know Lin Zhao, being loved was his innate talent, he was a born star.But who would have thought that his life would condense at the age of 20 and become a never-ending star in the entertainment industry.

In the past seven years, there have been countless imitators, admirers, and tributes to Lin Zhao, and "Little Lin Zhao" has emerged one after another. I don't know how many were annihilated in this hypocritical fight. In the end, there was only one Ye Tinghe who really figured out the head.

In the summer of Lin Zhao's death, Ye Tinghe was a freshman in Qingluo Foreign Language School.

It was summer vacation, he had already finished his regular homework, and after going to the hospital to visit his mother routinely, he became completely idle.A few minutes before someone knocked on the door, he was digging out the reading list given by the school from his schoolbag, and picked out a few familiar ones, which seemed to be at home, so he went to the study to search.

When my aunt led a stranger in a suit and leather shoes into the door, he had just come out of the study and looked at the young man blankly. Before he could speak, he was pulled aside by his aunt.

Ye Tinghe's wrist was held tightly by her, and the sweat from the woman's palm was sticky to the skin, and the heat from outside soaked his whole body.He felt uncomfortable, and struggled uncomfortably, but was not noticed by his aunt.

The aunt's expression was inexplicably solemn, and she just said, "Xiaohe, you also know what's going on in your family now."

Since his mother's accident, Ye Tinghe often heard relatives say this, he stopped moving and nodded quietly.

"Your mother can't support you anymore. She looks like she can't even support herself. I used to tell her not to spend too much and save some money, but she didn't listen. What should I do now? You still have to go to school ah."

Ye Tinghe retorted: "I can afford to go to school."

The aunt gave him a reproachful look: "You don't understand the principle of sitting and eating the mountain?" Her eyes flicked over the young man who was waiting at the side, and she patted Ye Tinghe's shoulder meaningfully, "After a while, you have to answer all the questions carefully. , do you know? Be sure to behave well."

Ye Tinghe understood what she meant: she couldn't refuse, she had no choice.

The words that should be instructed have been instructed, and the young man turned around in time, and his eyes fell on Ye Tinghe.

The boy was tall and thin, with long legs. He was wearing a loose white short sleeve, which made his small face porcelain white.His eyes were particularly beautiful, which seemed to be between round almond eyes and peach blossom eyes. When he looked down at people, the tails of his eyes drooped slightly, giving him a natural sense of innocence.

The young man didn't pay much attention when he saw Ye Tinghe in those photos, even though he was indeed a rare and beautiful boy.But there are so many beautiful boys of all types in the circle, it's hard to find someone who looks like Lin Zhao.

But when he saw Ye Tinghe, he almost keenly realized that it was not necessary to be like Lin Zhao.

Ye Tinghe approached, and before the young man opened his mouth, he said calmly, "Hello." With such rich experience, he couldn't help marveling at his calmness in his heart.

There seemed to be a dark whirlpool in the boy's eyes, suspended with a tranquility and loneliness that was rarely seen at his age.

This is a child as quiet as the moon.

The more he looked, the more he was satisfied, and when he looked down, he found that Ye Tinghe was still holding the "Mirror and Secular Mythology" in his hand.

Loves art and has a certain degree of thoughtfulness, he has already begun to evaluate the value of Ye Tinghe in his heart.

After everything was settled in a logical manner, the young man took Ye Tinghe out and came to the big screen on the CBD East Ring Pedestrian Street.

The flow of people and vehicles here is fast, and 15-year-old Ye Tinghe stands among the busy crowd, looking up at the man who is saying goodbye to the whole world—Lin Zhao.

Seeing his frown and smile, he was infinitely glorious during his lifetime.

"He can be regarded as your senior. He studied in Qingwai University before, do you know that?"

Ye Tinghe replied: "I know. I heard that he came during the school celebration."

"Have you seen it?"

"No." Ye Tinghe shook his head, "I was not in Qingwai when he came."

The young man also looked up at Lin Zhao's farewell video, and he asked Ye Tinghe, "Are you envious?"

This time, Ye Tinghe didn't answer, he stared at Lin Zhao without blinking.

At that moment, he actually didn't think too much, such as "Can he become a big star like him?" "If he doesn't succeed, painting a tiger won't be an anti-dog, will he be scolded by Lin Zhao's fans?" These relationship interests Not a single thought of gain or loss crossed his mind.

Ye Tinghe just felt sad.

Before that, Lin Zhao was an existence far away from him.He didn't know Lin Zhao well, but he also knew that Lin Zhao's death would undoubtedly bring shock waves to those who loved him.

But Ye Tinghe didn't understand, isn't what the fans are nostalgic for?It turns out that in the eyes of some people, love is also an item that can be replaced and placed on other people?

He said solemnly: "I don't think anyone can replace him."

The young man smiled: "Children, no one can replace Lin Zhao. We are only responsible for packaging you in Lin Zhao's appearance. The power of capital is enough to make fans empathize. As for how much you will be transferred, it depends on your life. "

Ye Tinghe lowered his eyes, inexplicably feeling a little bored, but he couldn't tell what it was like.

He gave a low "oh".

At this time, he hadn't realized that with this oh, he not only accepted the ten-year contract, but also ruined the ten-year self belonging to "Ye Tinghe".

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