Chapter 2:

explosion.
The bright red flames and the deafening roar as they fell down the cliff. Cao Dingkun's memory was frozen at that moment, and then it was blank.
At this moment he was staring tiredly, staring at the strange, slender left hand that had been lifted, his skin thin, white and tender, and horizontally and horizontally, repeating a sentence in his heart
-This must be a dream.
Ten minutes ago, he sat up struggling from a bath filled with blood and came to this strange place. The blood-stained blade fell on the tiled floor next to the bathtub. Hot water, razor blades, scared or too deep knife wounds under the horror, he collected all the data and came to a most realistic conclusion-he committed suicide.
But he was sure that the explosion that fell on the cliff and the series of clashes with Su Shengbai Xu Zhen before that were not hallucinations. He is also very sure that even if the sky falls, he will not choose to take the initiative to end his life. From the past to the future, he never had such a thin body and fair skin. This is the exclusive property of Su Shengbai, and Cao Dingkun should be a tall man with longitudinal scars and strong muscles.
When he saw the familiar face in the mirror, he knew he was in an unsolvable riddle.
Luo Ding, another member of the singing group when Su Shengbai debuted, once made a plane model. In addition to his outstanding appearance, he is an inconspicuous guy from personality to temperament. In order to rescue Su Shengbai from this promising combination, Cao Dingkun once knew some Luoding-related materials, but he always forgot about them. Cao Dingkun has no patience for those he doesn't care about.
But now, when Luo Ding's dim memory is full, he has to work hard to digest this man's boring life. This may be God's retribution to no one in his eyes.
A half can of Prozac was also placed on the bedside. Cao Dingkun followed the memory and pulled out the code book placed in the compartment of the bedside table. The password was not remembered clearly, so he randomly smashed a lamp stand to smash the password part.
Luo Ding has depression, living in isolation and depression, and has severe communication phobia. In Cao Dingkun's own memory, this was a silent and indifferent person. Unlike Su Shengbai's tongue-bright lotus, she is quiet like an outsider on any occasion. He doesn't understand communication, he doesn't know how to grasp the opportunity, whether it is innocent or not, this character is a fatal flaw in the entertainment circle. Cao Dingkun saw that he had no future without meeting him twice. In addition, Su Shengbai privately told him that he had a conflict with Luo Dingchang. His decided his head, and he left this unfamiliar guy behind.
It's stupid.
Cao Dingkun chuckled and praised himself secretly in his heart.
Actually, when I read Luo Ding's memory today, I knew that Luo Ding had a period with Su Shengbai. Where's the IQ? Turned around by Su Sheng in his twenties, the eyesight he has accumulated over forty years was eaten by dogs, right?
Su Shengbai was such a good guy. He did not hesitate to kill Luo Ding at first, but later he did not hesitate to kill himself, and concealed Haiti so that no one knew it. When he was in his twenties, he didn't necessarily have his fierce means and ability, and dared not to blink the steering wheel to hit another car down the mountain road. Such decisiveness is negligible.
Cao Dingkun lay beside the bed, and the vertigo caused by excessive blood loss caused him to vomit madly. In my forties, I lost my life-long capital, whether it was fame, status or industry. Now all this will be hidden away by the mud as the car falls down the cliff. But I never expected that God would even pull him a bereaved dog in the end, allowing him to change his body and continue to survive.
"Hahahahahaha ..."
He laughed and his tears were about to fall, his eyes staring at the fine cuts on his wrists. It's like putting a slide in my head, frame by frame, through my life. Friends, lovers, and loved ones are all false jokes. He gave everything for it, but he lost even his pants.
Sure enough, no one should believe in this life, only by himself is the truth.
Su Shengbai and Xu Zhen, how could materialism like them never think that they could regain their lives in another person?
Cao Dingkun narrowed his smile, stroking his chest to evenly breathe, and struck a thick suffocation in his eyes, matching with the appearance of his melancholic nobleman now, unspeakable violation.
There was a sudden knock on the door in the quiet room. There were three pauses and three pauses. The frequency of spurring the soul made Cao Dingkun quickly take back God.
"Who?" As he uttered, he reached for the jar of Prozac over the bedside and threw it into the trash can, and stood up expressionlessly.
"Who are you talking about? It's your grandson! Ancestral, please open the door?" Cao Dingkun's footsteps came from the sound at the door, and the memories that followed killed him like a raging wave.
He resisted the headache and unlocked the lock, and sure enough he saw a white fat man with blond hair standing outside the door. This fat man is about one meter and seven meters tall, and his eyebrows are very kind, but because of a nondescript tide brand, it looks quite a killer style.
Wu Fangyuan, a man with a strong color in Luo Ding's memory. Growing up with Luo Ding at the orphanage together, he went a long way to find something different. After his debut, Luo Ding paid for his assistant. In fact, it is ridiculous that little celebrities and artists who are not well-known and work to get themselves an assistant, but Wu Fangyuan does a good job in assistant. He knew that Luo Ding had depression, and that Luo Ding's life was usually well organized. The relationship between two people, said to be a working partner, may be closer to a tacit friend who talks about everything.
"Wu Fangyuan." Cao Dingkun stared at the man with a sigh in his voice. The new life will replace everything from the beginning.
Wu Fangyuan froze for a moment when he saw Cao Dingkun, and he couldn't say why he felt a sense of incompatibility. But the next second, his attention was distorted by the other's white and abnormal faces and red and naked feet. He patted his thigh very exaggeratedly, and he glared at Cao Dingkun with an expression of hate for iron and steel: "Luo Ding! Why do you make yourself like a ghost? Why doesn't the mobile phone turn on?"
Luo Ding thought of the soaked mobile phone beside the bathtub, and replied, "Broken."
He stepped back to give way to the gap between Wu Fangyuan's entry into the house, but Wu Fangyuan jumped higher: "Ancestral ancestors, can you have a long snack? Can you only receive a few announcements every month? President Gu wants to be promoted this time. You will arrange for you to attend the audition with Wuthering. If you do n’t like it, you ca n’t be absent for the cost of living! If I did n’t come to call you early, would n’t you plan to let the pigeons hide? Is it a bit professional?
Luo Ding couldn't think of work at all. It wasn't worth it to the original owner to think of it. This is probably the difference between him and Su Shengbai. Although Su Shengbai is not of the same character, as long as he is famous, he definitely seizes every opportunity to climb up.
Luo Ding also pretended that he didn't remember: "Oh, I forgot."
Wu Fangyuan's face did so, he glanced into the room, he sighed, obviously, his head hurts no less than the current Luo Ding.
"Ancestral, go and change your clothes, I beg you, I kneel and beg you!" Wu Fangyuan folded his hands and worshiped Luo Ding in a very humble gesture, wishing to cry without tears.
Seeing that Luo Dingjiu didn't move, he raised his head silently and wanted to say something, but he froze.
Luo Ding frowned, looking down at him with a look he had never seen before. The emotions in that gaze were complicated and indistinguishable. The young man who grew up together was obviously still that kind of facial features, but at this moment it was strange to a completely different person.
Before he returned to God, the door closed against the tip of his nose. He slammed his reason back.
Wu Fangyuan tilted his head inconceivably, and he couldn't think of adjectives to describe Luo Ding at that moment. Momentum ... no! More than that. Aura ... No, it's not entirely correct.
He covered his head in suspicion, his eyelids seem to be wound in a circle, and they blinked.
Luo Ding soaked a cup of salt and sugar in white, let go of the terrible blood in the bathtub, packed the blade and threw it into the trash bin, picked up the broken cell phone, and finally stood in front of the washstand.
The dim light from the toilet hit him, and he smiled and stretched his fingers across every corner of the face.
Yingting's nose, deep and melancholic eyes, slightly raised lips with natural smiles, a thick pair of eyebrows, and a contour that can be covered by a small slap.
Even if there are a lot of handsome men and women in the entertainment industry, Luo Ding still has to admit that there are really few that can grow to this extent.
It's no wonder that such a character can also sign a company. Obviously there are no strengths but fixed exposure and notice. I'm afraid it's in the show as a vase? Sitting there without saying a word, as long as you smile, you can instantly raise the level of the show without any grade.
It's a pity that such a good talent has been buried for so long.
Luo Ding smiled and straightened his body, the radon in his eyes was forcibly dispelled little by little.
"Since you and I have been planted in the hands of Su Shengbai, it is also a difficult brother. You do n’t cherish this life, but I consider it a treasure. I will take care of your friends and relatives. Out, I was disrespectful. "
He patted his chest, and said it silently in a mouthful to the mirror.

Wu Fangyuan recalled the strange feeling Luo Ding gave him just now. The waiting time became more and more like a year. In just half an hour, the doormat at the door was almost rotten by him.
The door was opened suddenly, and he scared away, almost screaming.
The exclamation was stuck in his throat and he couldn't get out. He stared at Luo Ding, who was pulling his hair, opened his mouth, and the whole man was there.
The simple white shirt and gray linen slacks were worn by the man in front of him with a halo. Only three buttons were buttoned on the shirt, and the white chest was exposed at will. The slender neck and elegant collarbone were hard to ignore. Luo Dingzheng frowned and arbitrarily tidy up his bangs, which was about to cover his eyebrows.
Wu Fangyuan stepped back two steps and felt that his mind was not enough.
He stuttered and said, "... Luo, Luo Ding?"
After half a second, Luo Ding realized that he was calling himself, glanced at Wu Fangyuan, and hummed with no emotion.
The slender eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow on the skin. Wu Fangyuan covered his mouth and paused for two seconds. 2k novel reading network