Chapter 7: Throw out

Zhou Yuhe struggled to carry two heavy woven bags and threw them at the door like trash, then turned back to the sofa to pant.
After getting over, I turned on the charged mobile phone and checked his homepage on Weibo.
With 680,000 fans, 80% of them were just when they first debuted, and the company smashed resources on him. The increase in fans in the past few months is simply pitiful. The number of comments and reposts on the previous Weibo was 564 and 92 respectively, and the internet celebrity data including the number of fans is also better than him.
Zhou Yuhe sighed, and then read the Weibo that he had posted in the past, and the feeling of a world away made him into a trance again.
After reading it, he deleted some Weibo that was obviously inconsistent with his current personalities, so that he could not post Weibo again later, which would make people feel like a sudden change.
Zhou Yuhe has deleted Weibo for nearly half a year, and is still going to delete it. After thinking about it, he did not continue.
Forget it, let's do this for now.
He looked at these traces of the past with nostalgia.
Not just his own Weibo, Zhou Yuhe couldn't help but go through the dark history of his old friends more than 20 years ago, and browsed the Weibo inside and outside, just sitting with his mobile phone. It took more than three hours.
What pulled him out of the state of recollection was a hot search that suddenly came up.
Cao Qiyue plagiarism
The three words "Cao Qiyue" hit his eyes without warning.
It was like a huge boulder that suddenly fell into a peaceful lake of heart, shocking the stormy sea.
Zhou Yuhe stood up from the sofa, quickly cut out Weibo, opened the phone address book, looked at the three words "Cao Qiyue", and dialed without thinking.
Toot toot...
The slow and steady tone of the call, instead of the cold phrase "The number you dialed is turned off", made Zhou Yuhe tremble all over, and his eyes gradually turned red.
Singer Cao Qiyue is his most important female friend in his previous life and the only girlfriend he has ever had. After discovering that both sides are not straight, the two have been excellent friends after a peaceful breakup. After he ran away from home, Cao Qiyue became his only family.
The only family member committed suicide by cutting his wrist more than ten years ago.
The cause of death was this plagiarism storm.
From rebirth to the present, Zhou Yuhe, who hadn't cried for a whole day, could not hold back tears from his eyes at this moment.
You are still alive, great...
It's great to be reborn!
Zhou Yuhe has never been so grateful for her rebirth, and grateful to God for giving him the chance to save her life.
As soon as the call was disconnected, he dialed back again, until he went back and forth seven or eight times to confirm that the other party's mobile phone number was really able to get through, then he trembled and wiped the tears from the phone screen with his sleeve, respectively on WeChat and SMS. Leave a message to Cao Qiyue.
Although she doesn't know why she won't answer the phone, as long as she turns on the phone, she will definitely send him a message back.

As soon as the drunk Zeng Ang walked in, he saw Zhou Yuhe lying on the sofa crying into tears, and he was taken aback.
He thought of the suspected packed luggage outside the door, and saw Zhou Yuhe like this, and immediately decided that this kid was still feeling for him, and wanted to use running away from home to encourage himself to keep him.
So he became more courageous by Jiu Jin, he didn't feel uncomfortable sitting next to Zhou Yuhe, holding his Jin and thin waist, and muttering Zhou Yuhe's name. .
"Jade Harmony, Jade Harmony, Jade Harmony..."
Don't say anything superfluous, just call the name, which makes people think.
When Zeng Ang was drinking outside, he had already thought about it very well. Although Zhou Yuhe had robbed him of Xu Chang, he still couldn’t live without him, so he went back and got tired of him by drinking Jin and made him think he was himself. There is still affection for him, and if he is going to leave the next day, this guy must not bear him...
The tried-and-tested Zeng Ang seemed to have grown on Zhou Yuhe, using his drunken voice that was unusually low and hoarse, calling Zhou Yuhe's name tenderly and affectionately.
Zhou Yuhe was completely awake from the good news that Cao Qiyue was still alive at the moment when the other party entered the door. His eyes were extremely cold, and he shot Zeng Ang like a knife. It's a pity that Zeng Ang drank too much and didn't pay attention, he kept getting stuck in the script he had prepared.
until--
"Go away." Zhou Yuhe's expression was gloomy and authentic.
Zeng Ang was stunned for a moment, then pretended not to hear, and continued to rub his face against Zhou Yuhe.
Zhou Yuhe grabbed his back collar disgustedly, and squeezed the guy's neck together with his head, and said to his blushing cheeks that he had been holding back for 20 years, and 20 years ago Zhou Yuhe couldn't say anything anyway.
"Bring the garbage at the door and get out of here!"
Zeng Ang was taken aback, even his tone of voice became much more normal.
"Door, the luggage outside is mine?"
Zhou Yuhe stood up and sneered condescendingly towards the sofa, "Otherwise? Could it be my own? You have done so many things that I'm sorry for, and I even packed my apartment for you to live in. I'm sick and leave."
Zeng Ang woke up most of the time after drinking. He looked up at the cold-looking boy in disbelief, and yelled: "Fart! You are not qualified to drive me out! This is the apartment the company allocated to us. You You cannot make such a decision without authorization!"
Zhou Yuhe frowned: "Did you have amnesia? That apartment is too small for you. I took you out to live in two months ago. Now this is the house I rented with Zhou Yu and myself. I will drive you out to pay for it. Must be approved by the company?"
When he said this, Zeng Ang remembered that there was such a thing.
Zeng Anghe is uniquely blessed. He was picked up by the director in less than three months of training. Zhou Yuhe, who debuted in filming, is different. He practiced as a company trainee for seven or eight years. At that time, the company was planning to put him into the idol group to debut. Yes, but it’s not uncommon for the entertainment industry to airborne and bring money into the group. He was squeezed out of the duplication of positioning. If it were not for the high-level development of the actor department, I am afraid that he would not even have the chance to debut.
The fame and attention accumulated this year made him gradually forget--
He has not paid off the huge debts he owed to the company as a trainee!
Without Zhou Yuhe, although he can't say that he sleeps on the street, it is absolutely impossible to return to his current living standard!
In this relationship, there is Zeng Ang, who is accustomed to fearlessness. At this moment, he clearly realizes the so-called dominance between himself and Zhou Yuhe, the so-called dominance, the so-called do whatever he wants, and even everything he gets now—all because of this. The love of a teenager who was disgusted and hated to the extreme.
Once he loses him, let alone his current life, even in the future, those resources belonging to Zhou Yuhe will never fall into his own hands. Does he want to go to the show business with his own ability? How is it possible, how is it possible...
Tears of regret kept slipping from his cheeks. Taking advantage of his drunkenness, he shamelessly grabbed the leg of the boy’s trousers and cried and said: "Yuhe, Yuhe, you misunderstood, I didn't do anything to sorry you Things, you must never leave me..."
Before he could say anything, a small box of things hit him in the face.
Zeng Ang followed the rolling route of the thing, reached out to catch it at his abdomen, and when he picked it up, it turned out to be a box of half-used safety sets.
Zeng Ang's face paled.
Zhou Yuhe’s voice is like a three-foot deep lake in the middle of winter,
What else do you have to say? You know, I don’t need this stuff.

The evidence was as strong as a mountain, Zeng Ang could no longer say anything to argue for himself, so he hugged Zhou Yuhe’s waist with his nose and tears, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it, I must cut contact with her when I go back. Live well with you..."
Live well... He believed that 20 years ago. What happened?
"...Zeng Ang, I urge you to get acquainted, hand over the key, and get out, otherwise... Don't blame me for beating you!" Zhou Yuhe pushed Zeng Ang off his body hard, and stepped on him with his foot. Zeng Ang's chest.
That foot almost didn’t make Zeng Ang’s throat sweet, and he didn’t know if it was Jiu Zhuang’s counseling. In such a dangerous situation, he didn’t run right away, instead he hugged Zhou Yuhe’s foot and refused. Let go.
"Do you really think I dare not beat you..." Zhou Yuhe dragged Zeng Ang out and threw them on the floor of the living room. Seeing him in a daze, he still didn't want to let go. He even dared to talk about him. If he loved him, Zhou Yuhe, who was not weak at all, slammed Zeng Ang's abdomen with a fist, and then punched him in a hidden place covered by his clothes.
He endured this bad breath for 20 years. He fantasized that he could have such a vicious chance to vent for 20 years, but at that time they were all famous and popular artists, not to mention such a separate meeting. For the fortification scene, even the usual words must be considered three points, so as not to let the media write silly.
And today! All the past events were vented by Zhou Yuhe's fists, Zeng Ang's groaning while lying on the ground, his embarrassed appearance, his vibrato begging for mercy--
What a comfort it is! What a joy!
What a...!
Zhou Yuhe's eye sockets suddenly became wet, tears blurred his vision, and even the person curled up under his fist and moaning in grief, who could not fight back, changed from Zeng Ang to his own face.
Zhou Yuhe was startled.
The movement in his hand stopped.
There was a moment of stagnation in time.
then--
"Yuhe..." Zeng Ang wailed, crying in embarrassment and pitifully. He didn't know what was going on. In the dark, he only felt that the things in his pocket had been taken out. He just realized what it was, struggling to it, the next second, he was dragged and led, and the whole person was directly caught Threw it out the door.
"Hiss" Zeng Ang clutched his painful back and slowly stood up, but saw Zhou Yuhe standing motionless at the door, a line of tears running down his cheeks, there was no temperature in his eyes It seems to be looking at him, and it seems to be looking at someone else through him.
There was a pattering voice in the dark night outside the corridor window.
It's raining.
Zeng Ang didn’t know why his mood suddenly became so strange. The number of times he quarreled with this boy in the past year is not too small, but he has never had this kind of illusion. It seems that he will lose the illusion of this person forever, as if there is an abyss in the abyss. A pair of muddy hands kept sinking and sinking again...
He also cried.
If it was said that the previous crying and spitting were acting every time, then at this moment, Zeng Ang was really sad, he really knew he was wrong.
My body hurts very much, but my heart hurts even more...
He just wanted to say something or do something, but the boy's voice was faster and his movements were faster. As the voice fell, the metal door was closed fiercely.
He says--
"Goodbye, Zeng Ang."
Goodbye, Zhou Yuhe.