Chapter 421 Don’t Get Close to Yuan Xiao, You Will Become Unfortunate (1)

When the title appeared on the screen, the audience outside the screen, like the public judges in the audience, were speechless for a moment.

As if to deliberately satirize something, and as if to leave some buffer time for the audience, the fifth round of "Entertainment Intern" entered the commercial segment at this time.

The fresh and lively music, the glamorous stars, and the beautifully packaged products made people feel in a trance for a moment, and they couldn't believe that the story of that world was over.

Just like Han Zhong's mother is still holding her son and asking tremblingly: "Is that it? Is this the end?"

Han Zhong faced his mother's tearful eyes and was speechless for a long time before he nodded heavily.

"Alas." Han Zhong's father patted the armrest of the sofa feebly, "Alas!"

Yes, so what if the tables were turned in the end, so what if Zhan Changqing and Liang Chenglei were finally imprisoned. We often say that avenging a great revenge requires death and a peaceful rest, but if they could survive at that time, who would really want to die?

"Well done, well done——"

The old man hugged his wife and didn't know what to say, so he could only repeat this sentence over and over again.

People like them who have personally experienced hard times have the deepest feelings about "The Melting Pot", because the world has changed, and young people who are still in school may have all kinds of worries, such as homework, exams, and those childish but innocent loves, but no matter how old they are, No matter how troubled they are, most of them have never really faced life and death, so they are very uncomfortable with such a dark and profound story. Their first reaction is to avoid and run away, unwilling to read it.

"What kind of crappy show is this? How can you show this to your children?"

At the same time, there was another family of three sitting in the living room.

The middle-aged man lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone heard his wife's cursing words. He didn't even look at it and sneered: "What do you know? Now you have to be miserable. The worse you are, the higher your score will be. If you don't believe me, just wait and see." Is that right?"

"How can this be shown on TV!" The woman stopped watching halfway through because the child insisted on holding the remote control. Thinking of this, she became extremely angry and pointed at the child and cursed, "Look Look, you only know how to watch such bloody and violent things in one day, how can you not study hard if you have the time?!"

The little girl clutching the TV remote control had red eyes and her voice was hoarse from crying: "I finished my homework today."

"Is homework enough? Don't you know how to memorize the text? Don't know how to do the questions?"

The woman yelled again, "I can get 140 points on the high school math test, look at you! Then when the school held a parent-teacher meeting, how many parents around me had report cards in front of them, ah, either 130 or 140, you It's good, it's a hundred and one, and let me tell you, if you don't get into the top ten in the class next time, just put on your pajamas and go stand in the corridor. I can't afford to embarrass this person!"

The girl bit her lip and looked at her without speaking.

"Oh, okay, what a big deal." The man had to hear these words every day and waved his hands impatiently, "Don't they all say that girls have no potential after high school? What else do you expect? Anyway, in the future All you have to do is find a partner, just take a second degree in college and then take the civil service exam, look at the effort you put into taking cram schools and interest classes every day."

"Bah!" The woman stretched out her foot to kick her man, "You idiot, you spend all day drinking outside. Have you ever gone to a parent-teacher meeting? Ah? It's not me who should go! You don't even know what other parents do. The look in the teacher’s eyes made me so embarrassed!”

"Are you fucking sick? I don't want to socialize with you when I work?" The man immediately got tired of hearing this and cursed, "You bitch knows nothing!"

"What the hell do I know? I don't work? I don't make money? You just do this every day -"

The familiar sound of quarreling filled the entire living room. The girl sat nearby, frowning slightly, her eyes still fixed on the TV showing advertisements, wishing that she was deaf at this time.

Her parents argued back and forth for a few minutes. The man threw his phone down and said, "I don't know what you are doing." He reached for the remote control to change to the sports channel.

This touch was empty. When I looked carefully, the thing was still clutched in my daughter's hand. I was so angry that I slapped her on the head and said, "What time is it? You're still not going to bed! Go back to your room and stay there! Watch it." What kind of thing are you chasing after stars even though you’re not good at studying? You’re chasing after some shitty stars!”

The girl received this slap, her thin shoulders shook, and she didn't say anything. She just put down the remote control, lowered her head and pulled her slippers back to the bedroom.

There was another argument behind her.

The trampling of personality and dignity, the humiliation of the body, the gap between class and strength, the fierce contrast between strong and weak.

Those who have experienced this understand "The Crucible" best.

She pulled up her chair and sat in front of the small desk, and took out a carefully folded piece of paper from the depths of the drawer. It was part of the booklet distributed free of charge every week by the Qinyi Technology Experience Center, with official news previews printed on it. .

The girl's eyes stayed on a certain line of words for a few seconds. It seemed that she gritted her teeth, strengthened her belief again, and folded the piece of paper again and put it back in its place.

She sat quietly at the table next to the warm yellow desk lamp, Qin's desperate face and his bright smile still replaying in her mind.

yes……

She could still try to escape, but they couldn't escape.

The girl closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks.

…

Zao Gao watched quietly on the screen as Qiao Yuansu showed everyone the stage design. Normally, she would have admired and applauded vigorously, but she couldn't do that now.

It's not that Qiao Yuansu and the others didn't do a good job, it's just that she was too tired, and the psychological depression made her body weak and she lost her energy.

"Moon..." After a while, Zao Gao finally said in a hoarse voice, "Moon, are you okay?"

“Ix-on:#￥%￥&……”

There was a whimpering sound coming from the earphones, and the crying was so heavy that all the words he said were in his mouth, and he couldn't hear a word clearly.

"Oh, give you a hug..."

Zao Gao didn't know what to say, so she just slumped in her chair and murmured, "Why don't you go wash your face...?"

"Um……"

Yan Liyue's voice was directly nasal.

She let go of the tissue paper with a soft plastic shell in her hand. Her eyes, which were swollen from crying, could vaguely see through the gap that the trash can was full, but she couldn't bring herself to replace it with a new trash bag.

After a while of mental preparation, Yan Liyue stood up holding on to the table, unscrewed the door handle and walked out.

She lives in a company dormitory, and her salary is pretty good. Besides her, there is another colleague, her sister, who shares the bathroom and kitchen.

As soon as Yan Liyue came out, she heard a series of crying sounds.

Her colleague, who had joined the company two years earlier than her and had always been decisive and strong, with excellent work ability, was sitting on the small sofa crying.

Yan Liyue walked over and saw a tablet on the coffee table in front of her. On the tablet was the variety show "Entertainment Intern".

My colleague's sister, who was crying heartbrokenly, heard the footsteps and looked up.

Two pairs of eyes swollen from crying faced each other, you looked at me and I looked at you.

Yan Liyue: ""The Melting Pot"..."

Colleague sister: "Well..."

Just after saying a few words and reaching a consensus, the two heard Zeng Xinhuiqin's voice coming from the tablet.

"Who is the person in your group who plays visual guidance?"

Seeing Qin definitely not raising the microphone but subconsciously signing, Yan Liyue's tears that had just stopped flowed down uncontrollably.

The colleague's sister stretched out her hand to her, and the two of them didn't say a word, just hugged each other on the small sofa and cried.

August 19th is both a birthday and a death anniversary... Then, I wish you a happy rebirth, Ah Jue.