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Lin Zhao.

He is a well-known resource guy in the entertainment industry. When other children were still tremblingly shouting "Senior Hello" when he first debuted, he was patted on the shoulder by the bosses and coaxed him to meet people; most of the first works of other people were in unknown Accumulated fans in online dramas, only he is the top partner that no one dared to think about, based on the old drama, the popular little flowers and young students matched him... He became the top in the bloody storm.

The starting point is to explode overnight, and the end point is to disappear overnight.

His life is like an unparalleled feast of fireworks, because there is no process of decline, so he will never fall.

Ye Tinghe looked through his past files countless times, and when he saw the flamboyant and enthusiastic eyebrows and eyes of the man in the picture, he couldn't help regretting that he knew him so late.

Is such a person already gone?

Until this day, he was overwhelmed by Ji Xu's news, his dizzy mind once again ignored his situation, and was sincerely surprised—Lin Zhao didn't die...Great!

But I forgot to think about a question: If Lin Zhao is not dead, then what is Xiao Lin Zhao?

Three years later, Ye Tinghe participated in a quiz show where celebrities and amateurs competed. On the way, he learned that Ji Xu had accepted a web drama "Si Zhao" for him.

Yuan Yuan brought the script and faltered: "Brother Ji means..."

Ye Tinghe turned a deaf ear and felt a headache after a long absence.

When he saw the second page, he knew that this was another puppet show for fans. The only bright spot was his character—Si Zhao, whose prototype was Lin Zhao.

The screenwriter of "Si Zhao" is also the original author. After learning that he got the role, she expressed her love and nostalgia for Lin Zhao in a very long space on Weibo. At the end @叶康荷 simply added a sentence: Looking forward to Xiaohe, you are the best photo of Xiaolin in my mind.

Ye Tinghe did not respond.

This is the third year of his debut, and he has fans besides Wumian, who seem to be a group of young girls.They named themselves Xiaohe Miao, and they sounded soft, but in fact, they had conflicts with Wumian every day, and it was common for them to hang each other's IDs to blackmail each other.

For example, this time, under the screenwriter's Weibo, Xiao Hemiao was full of dissatisfaction——

[It's just role setting, work needs, screenwriter sister, please don't bind me]

[Our Xiaohe is just a young actor, we can't compete with Lin Zhao]

Going wild under the account of the manager and the support club again, my family will not pretend to be polite——

【Please treat Ye Tinghe well!Which company let popular actors with professional backgrounds match the newcomers? 】

[Why do you want to pick up "Si Zhao"?Do you think he was not tied tightly enough by Lin Zhao? 】

[Reorganize the support club!If you don't act, you will resign and replace someone! 】

[Subcutaneous account announcement!Are you Ye Tinghe's support club or Lin Zhao's? ! 】

The Wumian sisters usually seldom argue with them, but they are not in trouble, because they are too big, and if they send out a group of critics and critics at random, Xiao Hemiao's voice will be completely drowned out.

In the past few years, Ji Xu has deliberately separated him from his fans. He didn't know that someone saw Ye Tinghe through an illusory shell of Lin Zhao; he didn't know that fans would also be divided into factions. Standing up to himself; I don’t know that every time he greets fans in live broadcasts or other activities, he actually hurts some people’s hearts when he greets fans and calls his sister as usual.

About these, Ye Tinghe didn't know anything.

At 6:[-] pm, he had just finished his last announcement. Remembering that Ji Xu asked him to go to the company, he told the driver to turn around. Only when he arrived at the company was he notified that Ji Xu had something to go out.

Ming Huan didn't let him go, pointed to the office, and reminded in a low voice: "Lu Pingjia, you're playing games inside."

Lu Pingjia, the kid just signed by the company, the lead actor of "Si Zhao".

He has just been admitted to Qingxi Opera, he is still young, so he can only be regarded as a newcomer in the circle, but he is also the youngest child of the Lu family. The main reason for Ye Tinghe's headache when he saw "Si Zhao".

Hearing this young master, Ye Tinghe was not in the mood to cope, and shook his head wearily: "Sister Minghuan, please forgive me, I'm so tired."

Ming hugged his tablet and smiled, and said in a low voice, "Then you can sneak away, I won't say you have been here."

Ye Tinghe glanced at the tablet in her hand inadvertently, and the page was still on a piece of foreign news from two weeks ago.

The founder of Fanny, Ms. Diodora, died of cancer, leaving her entire fortune to her only adopted son Alvin, a 17-year-old boy who will become the youngest billionaire in Saigon.

Daisy Theodora

This string of English names brought back a long memory of Ye Tinghe - he had heard this name in the extracurricular listening homework of Qingwai University.

It was written in that article that she once took Alvin, who was only 9 years old, to participate in the interview. The reporter praised the lively boy in front of her, but Ms. Diodora said that besides Alvin, she had another child.

Alvin snapped up: "It's my brother, the best and best brother!"

She gently stroked the top of her adopted son's hair, and smiled slightly at the reporter: "He is a priceless treasure, the most perfect collection in my life."

But the identity of this "brother" remained a mystery for nearly a decade.

Even though Ms. Diodora died of illness half a month ago, it was still unknown.

"what is this?"

"Oh, this." Ming Huan lowered his head in the direction of his line of sight, "I don't know either, Brother Ji asked me to sort it out."

Ye Tinghe didn't ask any more questions, but nodded and said, "I'll go first."

Qingluo has just entered autumn, and the night wind brings a chill.

Countless stars are dormant under the thick clouds, and those who look up on the land can't see the slightest clue after removing the thick layer of blue.

A black car left the night traffic and drove into a garden-like community.

Someone behind the car asked, "When did I and this, Miao Miao?" He paused, "Are you filming commercials together?"

Ji Xu glanced back, before he could catch the playful and definitely not friendly eyes of the other party, he explained: "That, it was synthesized in post-production."

At the destination, Ji Xu got out of the car first, and opened the rear door for the passengers in the back seat: "Do you have to come here first?"

He didn't hear the answer, he just got out of the car, stood beside Ji Xu, and looked up at the sky.

It was a tall and pale youth, with slightly longer black hair tied in a messy tuft at the back of his head.

When he raised his head, the cold side face was covered with a soft halo by the dim lantern on the roadside, and the line of his jaw was drawn delicately and gracefully. Even the most skilled sculptor could hardly describe that outline.

Anyone who is familiar with the environment of the entertainment industry five years ago, it is difficult not to scream the moment he sees him.

That's Lin Zhao...

That's Lin Zhao!

"Lin Zhao!" Ji Xu called him with a suppressed voice, his tone serious, "If my uncle finds out that I brought you here, he will definitely beat me to death."

"No." He said casually, followed Ji Xu into the building and into the elevator, "Just say I insisted on coming."

After saying this, he lowered his head and coughed a few times, as if he was suffering from tightness in his chest, and his face became paler.

"Ancestor, shut up if you can't talk." Ji Xu was so anxious that he stepped forward to knock on the door, and turned his head to warn, "Just take a look and leave, you said it yourself."

The corners of Lin Zhao's lips curved slightly, and he nodded to show that he heard it.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, Ye Tinghe had just finished the video with Xiao Zang, and the aunt conveyed: "It misses you so much, and after learning the mobile phone, it urges me to open the video to find you every day. When will Xiao He be free to go home?"

He was sitting on the carpet in the living room with a pillow hooked in his hand, and he no longer had the heart to read the script, his mind was full of the puppies rolling around at home.

There was a knock on the door suddenly, Ye Tinghe was a little strange, no one would come to him at this time without work.

He opened the door, and the first thing he saw was Ji Xu: "Brother Ji?"

Ji Xu seemed to feel embarrassed, and spoke so fast: "Well, Xiaohe, I'm fine. I'm here this time mainly to let you meet someone."

Ye Tinghe looked blank, not knowing what the hell he was doing.

Ji Xu hesitated for a moment, then slowly backed away, revealing the figure of the man behind him.

The next moment, Ye Tinghe suddenly opened his eyes wide.

In the corridor, Lin Zhao raised his eyelids, glanced at him lightly, and said casually, "Hi, Xiao Lin Zhao."

Lin Zhao saw the face of the child at the door blushed.

He was probably going to take a shower, the bangs on his forehead were all tied up, and there was an apple stem on his head, his face was getting more and more red like an apple.

He was at a loss, his white fingers grasping the door frame unconsciously tightened, and asked Ji Xu for help in a low voice: "...Brother Ji."

Ji Xu received his message and urged Lin Zhao to leave quickly: "Ancestor, are you satisfied? Can you go?"

Satisfied, Lin Zhao turned and left.

After sending the older one away, Ji Xu turned back to coax the younger one, "Xiaohe, it's okay, don't worry about it, just pretend nothing happened tonight."

Ye Tinghe had no time to say anything before the door was closed, but he had nothing to say at first.

He leaned behind the door, covering his reddened cheeks with the back of his hand, his mind was in chaos as if there were countless big birds flying in the air, singing in unison in the sky.

What's the situation now?What are they doing here?And that person...

What did Lin Zhao mean by that sentence?

The black car returned the same way, and Ji Xu was cursing all the way: "It's been five years, we haven't seen each other for five years, why haven't you changed at all, Lin Zhao? Do you know what's going on with your body and just run around? If you fish it back, who will be responsible on the way to death?"

"Also, do you know how many doctors have been waiting for you since early in the morning? It's getting dark, and it's been dark for a few hours! Can you see clearly? You're lucky, and you're going to find a kid in the middle of the night to show off. How old are you? Lin Zhao? Do you think you are eight years old or ten years old? Now that you are three years old, can you keep your focus and don’t be so self-willed as before..."

In the back seat, Lin Zhao closed his eyes, endured it for a few seconds, and said in a hoarse voice from the bottom of his heart, "It's been five years, and you haven't changed at all."