poor little boy

"Don't talk to Li Yang, okay?"

I said yes.

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This is what I promised Viagra.

I say it's temporary.

But I didn't tell him.

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Like Viagra, at some point, Li Yang was in my heart.

Even though they had known each other for less than a year, he had unknowingly become as important as Viagra.

The only difference is that Viagra takes care of me, and I take care of him.

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It's a bit funny to say, I privately think this is probably another manifestation called "inheritance".

Delivering a level of meticulousness and care that can only be explained with the heart.

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I have gained so much goodness and happiness from Viagra and many good people. These goodness and happiness are accumulated together, and there must always be an outlet to pour out my feelings.

Sometimes when I am cranky, I will ponder in my heart.

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Why is it Li Yang?

Why does she want to treat Li Yang as soon as she sees him?

Wouldn't it be okay to change someone, someone who is less threatening to me (what Viagra said) or someone who doesn't look like me and is less topical?

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So far, I haven't figured this out.

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So much so that I am sitting outside my home now, my heart is flying on Weibo.

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Internet surfing.

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It has been four days since the trending event that day, and the discussion about Li Yang has become more and more popular. It may be that "Comet" spent money to withdraw the hot search, and now Li Yang is no longer on the hot search list name.

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"Comet" spent a lot of money to undo the hot searches for this poor little boy, Li Yang. With his toes, he knew that this kid who spent so much money from the company was not having a good time.

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At such an urgent time, he could only hold back alone.

I heard that he has now been sent home by "Comet", and the hard-won endorsement announcements have all stopped, maybe he will have to wait for this turmoil to pass before he can go out.

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I was scrolling through Li Yang's personal Weibo that I had been on for a long time, and suddenly I saw his soft smile and bright and handsome eyebrows that bloomed from time to time. Thinking that he might be hiding in a corner of the house and sad alone at this time, I suddenly rose up A sense of self-blame, especially wanting to know his current situation, wanting to pat him on the head and tell him he is right.

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Even if this sense of self-blame is inexplicable.

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After work, I opened his WeChat page countless times, but I always remembered what I promised Viagra, and I never sent out my concerns and inquiries.

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But the inner thoughts cannot be ignored.

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I'm worried about him and I want to know how he is doing.

I think……

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"Ginger, coffee."

The steaming coffee was handed to me. Lao Kong is free today, so he came out with me to shoot the cover. On the one hand, he could see my working environment, because he was a manager, and on the other hand, he also acted as an assistant, doing odd jobs in the office. Proficient in everything.

I took the coffee from him, thanked him, and put the phone aside.

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Seeing my movements, Lao Kong tilted his head and smiled strangely.

"What do big stars look at? They spend more time holding their mobile phones than looking at the camera."

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I looked away, but listened carefully to his eccentric tone, my face remained unchanged, and I didn't talk to him.

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Old Kong continued to scold: "I've been delusional all day long, and I was reminded by the photographer just now, I heard it all, saying you..."

"Say I haven't woken up," I couldn't help taking the bait, and gave him an annoyed look, "I said I couldn't keep my eyes open."

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Old Kong was stunned, and burst out laughing. He looked around my face and was very satisfied: "You are not young. If you are young, how can Zhang Wei live?"

I laughed: "Well, in order to keep Viagra alive, I have to say that my eyes are the biggest. Whoever says I have small eyes... No, if they say I have small eyes, I will slap him."

Old Kong was even happier, he pounded the back of the chair for a long time and managed to stop his laughter, then he suddenly lowered his voice while standing next to me: "Seriously, are you thinking about that kid Li Yang?"

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"No." I blurted out subconsciously as if I had been pricked by a needle.

Old Kong: "..."

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He clicked his tongue, pressed one of my shoulders, looked at the busy people in the studio, and let out a sigh of relief, "If you speak louder, the entire entertainment circle will know. Now that Zhang Wei is not here, Don't you really want to hear how Li Yang is doing?"

I think.

I miss it too much.

I thought about frantically pounding the walls of my house into a single room.

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"I do not want."

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Old Kong opened his eyes unexpectedly, as if he heard a joke, and clicked again, "How fresh."

Me: "What's new."

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He looked at me with an unpredictable expression, stroked the non-existent Taiyi Daoist's white beard up and down, "That's all, I'll just say this, you just listen to it, Li Yang..."

I don't listen I don't listen I don't listen!

"Li Yang has obviously been sent home to stay there. The little stars in Yu Man's hands have something to do with her. Recently, she has been busy negotiating contracts and inviting the management to dinner, and she has no time to take care of him. After all, like People like them who follow the traffic will only be popular for a while. If they don't put their efforts into practice at this moment, even if he has the high-quality conditions to become a star, after this period, he will be cold... confused, let alone come out There are so many things that are not conducive to his development. As for the idea of ​​​​"Comet" that has not given up, I will wait for the limelight to pass before operating it to see if there is any room for turning around..."

I know this, can you tell me something useful?

"However, you also know that it is very taboo in this circle to compete for resources, and now it is revealed that Li Yang is not a very good person..."

and then?

Don't talk half a word!

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I pricked up my ears and waited to hear, but I waited helplessly for a long time and didn't hear him continue.

Can't help but turn to look at him.

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Old Kong looked at me and smiled, meaning something.

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"..."

"So," fortunately, he accepted it as soon as he saw it, stretched his waist and continued, "It depends on whether the artist buys it or not--after all, there are only a few people who rush to give their own resources to others, right? ?”

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"..."

I suspect that Kong Lingyang is accusing Sang and Huai, but I have no evidence.

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I want to ask Lao Kong how he is now, how he feels, and whether he is alone.

I struggled and struggled in my heart, and when I thought of that poor little boy who looked like a little sun, I felt even more uncomfortable.

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"Go." At this moment, Lao Kong pushed me and waved to the staff in the distance. "Go and fix the makeup first, and the shooting will start soon."

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I walked towards the dressing room with a mood that was difficult to calm down and increasingly worried about Li Yang's current situation. My thoughts had already become a mess following what Lao Kong said. And the situation of being unable to bear the pressure and causing an accident is like boiling water constantly turning over in a pot, and the growing restlessness will soon destroy my whole body.

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I want to talk to Li Yang.

I want to hear his voice.

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It was dark when I came out of the studio, and I was sitting in the nanny’s car clutching my phone in a daze, while Lao Kong was driving and glanced at me through the rearview mirror from time to time.

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I don't know how many times I looked at me, but my eyes met.

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The nanny car drove to the intersection with the red light on, and I looked up at Lao Kong's eyes in the rearview mirror that seemed to see through everything.

He pouted.

Smile at him.

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It was probably a smile that was uglier than crying, or why did Old Kong just glance at it and stop talking, and even cursed in a low voice.

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When the green light came on, Lao Kong stared at the intersection on the left, directly entered the left-turn waiting area at the intersection with few vehicles, and then drove directly there.

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This is not the way home.

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"Do you know what you are like now?"

After a long time, I heard Lao Kong say that.

I closed my eyes and leaned back, gripping the phone even tighter. My whole body was overwhelmed by inexplicable exhaustion, and I asked hoarsely, "What is it like?"

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Old Kong pursed his lips and said in a low voice, complaining, "Like a mentally handicapped high school student who just lost his love."