I'm on fire after being hacked

Shi Jiu seems to have changed his temper recently. He not only carries anti-inflammatory drugs with him, asks Han Deng to spray it when he is resting, but also always urges him to take the medicine, and urges him to sleep when the time comes, and even specially helps him fix it. I had a private kitchen, and cooked rock sugar pears and Chuanbei loquats instead.

Every time Han Deng finished his meal, Shi Jiu stared at him not to let Han Deng eat spicy food, and at the same time took out the stewed soup after the meal like a magic trick, and watched Han Deng finish it.

The pear stew is delicious, the appearance is crystal clear, it tastes soft and sweet, with a rustle, and it moistens the throat the most. Chuanbei can also see that it uses very expensive ones, and the pears are like pearls, melting into the porridge .

Seeing him being so serious, Han Deng couldn't bear to tell him that he had lost hope.

When Han Deng just came back from the hospital, he wanted to tell the director that he would withdraw from the competition, but now that he saw Shi Jiu like this, he was a little hesitant.

If his voice doesn't get better, Han Deng definitely won't be able to stay here.

The program is still being recorded. Seeing that the trainees have been exhausted recently, the program team finally returned and allowed them to call their families.

Most of the trainees were very excited to finally get access to the long-lost mobile phone.

Only Han Deng had a bitter face, desperately praying that his brother would never answer.

Han Deng's voice is currently at the stage where he can't speak loudly, his voice is so hoarse, and Han Yi has always been careful, so it's strange if he can't find it.

Once he realizes that Han Deng's condition is not right...

Han Deng fantasized about his brother's reaction, and got goosebumps. He was so guilty that he didn't want to hit him.

Han Yi is so busy, he must be in a meeting now.Please God, let him go to the meeting!

Sitting on the chair, Han Deng looked at the staff who looked like door gods opposite him, and finally dialed the death number with trembling fingers under all kinds of struggles.

It is Sister Xin who is in charge of this task today.

The matter of plagiarism has become a hot topic on the Internet. As one of the directors of the program group, she has heard about it for a long time.

Speaking of which, the reason why Sister Xin fell in love with Chen Ruke in the first place was also because of the song Spontaneous Combustion.

When she heard the song, Sister Xin once thought that Chen Ru was a rare musical talent, and she sang her heart's dedication to her dream vividly in one song. Every time she heard that song, Sister Xin felt tired and tired. The suffering is worth it, and I have motivation again in my heart.

That's what idols are about, isn't it?

But now...

Sister Xin looked at Han Deng who had a troubled expression on the opposite side, and her unwavering trust had long since disappeared.Even her die-hard fan who disregarded professional ethics and was willing to give Chen Ruke a back door in the show felt that the original author of the spontaneous combustion should be Han Deng.

Along the way, I saw Han Deng soaking in the dance room of the music room from morning to night, writing songs and practicing dance non-stop, watching him shine so brilliantly on the stage, watching him lose his voice due to exhaustion, But still insisted on practicing the dance that was not proficient.

In contrast, Chen Ruke always likes to perform in front of the camera, and occasionally bullies teammates in the same company, and never even touches those musical instruments, does not enter the music room, does not write songs, and does not even understand the most basic music theory.

The last song that came out was also the same. It was not at the level of the song that spontaneously ignited.

Sister Xin couldn't tell lies with her eyes closed, she couldn't lie to herself.

If it is said that during the first show, Sister Xin vowed to Kefen, who entrusted her to help Chen Ruke, that she would take good care of Chen Ruke and obtain evidence of Han Deng's plagiarism.

Now, Sister Xin even feels distressed for what happened to Han Deng.

When the bottle hit Han Deng a few days ago, Sister Xin couldn't hold down the prehistoric power in her body at all, completely forgot her original position, and hurled insults at the fan who made trouble, without swearing at all. A short composition of a thousand words.

After the scolding was over, Sister Xin finally came to her senses and froze on the spot.

Now, Sister Xin looked at Han Deng who was still waiting to answer, feeling complicated.

Anyway, it's someone who I spared no effort to blackmail, so shameless, saying that I regret it and turning into a fan, isn't it good?

Han Deng didn't care what the assistant director thought. He focused on looking at the phone, and was about to hang up decisively after the ringtone rang five more times, saying that no one answered.

one two Three······

Han Deng pinched it very accurately, and hung up quickly when the time came. A flash of inspiration flashed in his eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled naively at Sister Xin and the others: "No one answered."

When Sister Xin saw Han Deng's smile, she didn't care about the shame. She just thought that this kid must be homesick after staying in the program group for so long, and how sad he couldn't get through the phone.

Then he urged: "Do you want to find someone else? Has your mother called?"

Han Deng blinked and thought, I dare not call her.As soon as he got through to his mother, he would definitely cry again, asking all kinds of questions, and the baby kept barking, he didn't want to make his mother sad.

Father's phone must not be called, and mother's best not to call, brother can't get through, which is exactly what Han Deng wanted.

Anyway, the program crew didn't like to record his footage, so it would be better if he didn't fight, and Han Deng escaped unharmed.

Unexpectedly, Sister Xin changed her face, and she only felt distressed seeing Han Deng like this.

In Sister Xin's eyes, Han Deng has become the kind of strong and sensible child who doesn't want to worry his family members and has to bear everything by himself.

If her child is wronged outside, appoint the first one to tell her and ask for comfort.

Recently, Han Deng was thrown a bottle and lost his voice again. He was scolded for so long before, how wronged he felt, but finally had a chance to call home but couldn't get through. Han Deng felt so uncomfortable!

At this time, what Han Deng needs most is the comfort of his family.

Thinking of this, Sister Xin quickly persuaded: "It's all right, don't worry, if you make a few more calls, maybe you can't hear the phone without your phone in front of you."

After speaking, he looked at Han Deng with a kind face, and there was a hint of maternal love in his eyes.

Han Deng looked at Sister Xin in surprise. If he remembered correctly, isn't the assistant director the one he dislikes the most?

The first few times when she picked out the performance costumes, she deliberately put him and Ling Wei behind. Han Deng responded to the problem of hearing a lot, and they all procrastinated. If you can't cut it off, try to cut it as hard as possible.

What's going on today?

But let him call again...

Han Deng looked at the contact list, frowned tightly, then Han Deng nodded, and then went back to look at the call records, swiped back and forth several times, hesitated, and finally didn't call out again.

It wasn't until his fingers landed on the call log with four hash marks that he stopped slightly.

Han Deng lowered his head and looked at the number, as if he wanted to see it as a flower.

Call him now, will he answer?

Han Deng's heart skipped a beat when he thought that the person on the other side would answer his call.

The ending of that life has gradually become Han Deng's nightmare.

In the dead of night, the image of that moment will always emerge in the submerged layer of my mind, just like the demon in the novel of cultivating immortals, who is always on the police Han Deng, forcing him to keep moving forward .

Coupled with the fact that recent things are always not going well, Han Deng really wants to find someone to talk to.

Han Deng wanted to know, what happened to his future self now?

Han Deng kept a distance of five millimeters between his finger and the hash number, and Han Deng's eyes were fixed on the phone, thinking whether to call or not.

Hit it, maybe he's still there?In case he gets a call, he can also tell him that he sent all the songs.

After a while, I thought again, it's better not to fight, in case he is gone.

Besides, I am not doing well now, tell him, maybe he will still be sad?

But what if your future self wants to know?

No matter good or bad, there must always be a result, right?

The fingers started to move before the brain, and by the time Han Deng realized it, his fingertips had already touched the phone number.

Unlike before, the indifferent female voice did not appear this time, and the phone showed that it was dialing.

Han Deng's heartbeat became faster all of a sudden, and the sound of "Putong" and "Putong" was like drums beating on the battlefield, so intense that it was hard to ignore.Because of his excitement, Han Deng's face was stained with a thin layer of red, making him look extraordinarily delicate.

Seeing Han Deng's reaction, Sister Xin thought he was calling the girl of her dreams, why was she so nervous?

Coincidentally, Shi Jiu heard that Han Deng was calling his family, so he rushed over to give him throat lozenges.

Han Deng's throat is not in good condition now, it's better not to talk, after speaking, he has to eat something to moisten his throat.

When Shi Jiu opened the door and came in, the phone had just been connected.

"Hello, Han Deng?"

pass!

Han Deng's eyes lit up, and his mood visibly improved a little. He tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart and said, "Hi, is that you?"

The voice of the person on the opposite side was as hoarse as ever, deep and crisp like watermelon grit, "Who else could have this number but me? Did you... go to that match?"

Han Deng nodded, and then remembered that the other party couldn't see him, so he said, "I'm here, and now the second performance will be held soon."

The future Han Deng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good."

He is now standing in a dark area where he has been trapped since his death.

Apart from him, there is only one telephone booth here, red, always twisted, and the signal is not good.

When he first came to this mysterious space, someone told him that when he died, time and space were chaotic, and he had a deep obsession, so he came to this place.Here, he can call his past self.

At that time, he didn't believe it. It wasn't until he got through that that he knew that such a supernatural event would really happen.

Hearing Han Deng said that he was preparing for a performance, he had a smile on his face.

But soon, he discovered something was wrong. Why did Han Deng's voice become like this?When I called last time, the signal was unstable, and Han Deng's voice was very clear. This time the signal is so stable, why did Han Deng's voice become hoarse instead?

He quickly asked, "What happened to your throat?"

Han Deng in the recording room was stunned, leaned forward, put his arms on the table, and wanted to say something lightly.

However, his eyes gradually filled with mist, dizzy little by little, covering the whole eye like a water curtain.

Han Deng covered half of his face with one hand, lowered his head, trying to hold back his tears.

But he didn't do it, the emotions came as they said, and the water vapor gathered more and more, like a cloud that was gathering strength to prepare for rain, and then the wind blew.

"Clap."

A tear fell on the table.