Chapter 73

The windshield was cracked by a brick, followed closely by bottles of mineral water and large bags of garbage. The crowd was bustling, many of them just joining in the fun, while a small number were haters who had come from far away specifically to shout in indignation:

"Ying Zhisheng, die quickly!!"

"Get out of the entertainment industry, you scumbag!"

"Pretentious little white face, bah!"

Lou Sheng quickly turned around to see Ying Zhisheng's reaction, only to see the boy's profile, his eyes closed in exhaustion. He couldn't understand why these strangers could harbor such terrifying malice. He tried to grab Ying Zhisheng's hand for comfort, but his grasp was in vain, and a flicker of regret flashed in his eyes as he missed.

Assistant Tao said, "There's an internet celebrity live streaming nearby."

Fuquan knew what was going on and said harshly, "Fuck him! Who the hell sent such a big gift?"

The car was stuck in a dilemma, and the windows were constantly being smashed, becoming dirty and leaking some kind of yellow water. There were people shouting and cursing, wanting to bring the most unpleasant words and the most vicious curses in the world to this person.

Ying Zhisheng pulled out a black package, which contained Lou Sheng's memorial tablet. He lowered his eyes, smiled softly, and pinned a pink clip on the package as a decoration.

"Do you like it?"

Lou Sheng cleared his throat and said casually, "They look good. The pink and tender color suits me. I used to have a pair of limited edition pink and brown sneakers, but I never wore them until you ruined them."

"I did it on purpose."

Ying Zhisheng is actually quite frank, unlike the silent and shy person in the past who could not even get a word out even if you hit him with three sticks.

"Better Than Love" plays in the quiet car, and the beautiful prelude contains the unspeakable emotions of the young man.

As the car drove on, the shouting and cursing gradually faded away. Lou Shengbie turned back to look out the window and snorted, "Stingy guy." In fact, he felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. The shouting and cursing of the anti-fans just now seemed to be burned into his mind.

"Actually, I bought those shoes for you. I saw a post mocking you as the poorest male celebrity because you only wear cheap goods. I saw it."

Lou Sheng didn't say who he was giving it to, and Ying Zhisheng didn't ask, so it was destroyed just like that.

Lou Sheng was quite speechless: "Can't you just look at the shoe size? That's the size for boys."

"I care too much about it to think about these things." Ying Zhisheng was only paying attention to the high price and pink-brown color of the sneakers. He couldn't figure out each other's thoughts and was resisting a bad answer.

The two young and ignorant people were confused about whether Ying Zhisheng was gay or not. Ying Zhisheng was only concerned about whether the sunny and cheerful boy would be attracted by other songs.

Assistant Tao hissed, scratched his head, and said, "My wife asked me why we couldn't find the videotape that was our token of love."

The brakes slammed, and immediately everyone's eyes turned to Assistant Tao. Fuquan almost jumped up: "Hey! Burn that videotape! No, no, no, don't say it was my idea. Keep this token of love safe and don't give it to anyone else!"

——

Dong Chi drove to Ying Zhisheng's new residence according to the address. Nowadays, talented singers are like rats crossing the street that everyone wants to beat. Their address and phone number have been leaked long ago. Those people couldn't get in, so they blocked the downstairs and made a lot of noise and refused to leave.

It was only after Bai Yi's father called in six excavators that the matter was finally settled.

Ying Zhisheng has no plans to change his residence for the time being. He will not move in until everything over there is settled. After all, he has a pampered and shady ghost with him, so he needs to be cautious and careful.

Dong Chi rang the doorbell and saw the door open automatically. A gust of cold wind blew in, freezing him to the bone, making him shiver.

Fu Quan came over with delight, "Hey, Director Dong! I'm Ying Zhisheng's agent. We chatted briefly backstage on the red carpet earlier this year."

Dong Chi rubbed his forehead. He had met this short and fat man once. At that time, Lou Sheng had not yet jumped off the building. He used brotherhood to force him to give Ying Zhisheng the male lead in the movie.

There was a lot of chatter on the phone. After experiencing the pain of losing his mother, Lou Sheng had become much calmer, but there was no sign that he had any suicidal tendencies.

When attending the red carpet, Dong Chi even went out of his way to look at Ying Zhisheng to see what kind of beauty could make Lou Sheng take so much trouble.

Thinking of this, Dong Chi nodded and smiled at Fuquan. Just as he was about to step into the door, he felt as if fate was strangling his throat and he couldn't breathe.

He frowned, opened his mouth, and his shoulders sank again. He was thinking that he had been plotted against, that there was a conspiracy going on in this place.

Ying Zhisheng, dressed in home clothes, walked over slowly, feeling quite good. Seeing Lou Sheng excitedly jumping onto Dong Chi, shouting that they were lifelong brothers, he straightened his lips and said, "Come to my place."

Lou Sheng ignored him and punched Dong Chi on the shoulder, "You didn't disappoint me, right? Now make a big movie to promote Ying Zhisheng. Make him an award-winning actor and give those haters a slap in the face for being so persistent!"

Dong Chi covered his shoulder, goose bumps all over his body, and his smile was stiff: "I'm leaving first."

"Why are you leaving? Don't leave." Fuquan was an experienced person and saw through the whole situation at a glance. He explained, "Don't be afraid. There is a ghost in Ying Zhisheng's house..."

Dong Chi turned around and left. Don't be afraid even if there are ghosts. It seems that the rumors on the Internet about Ying Zhi giving birth to a little ghost are true.

"But that ghost is called Lou Sheng——"

Dong Chi, who was anxious to escape from this place, stopped and turned around to look at the empty door where only Fuquan was. For some reason, he locked onto a certain spot and stared at it.

Ying Zhisheng's face darkened as he called out word by word, "Lou Sheng."

"well!"

"You have to come to me."

Lou Sheng patted Fuquan's shoulder, indicating that he should treat his brother well. He went to find Ying Zhisheng humming a song, with a smile on his face, and the song he hummed was the love song written by Ying Zhisheng.

When he looked up, he saw Ying Zhisheng's unhappy face. He thought it was funny: "You knew I was just greeting a friend, but you thought I was cheating on you."

"He jumped on someone's back without saying hello."

"Then I can float easily. I can jump up like this."

Fuquan didn't need to explain at all. Dong Chi guessed something after seeing Ying Zhisheng mumbling to himself. He stared in disbelief and asked, "Is it really Lou Sheng? Or are you guys using my buddy's death to trick me?"

Fuquan sighed and lowered his voice, "Calm down. Ying Zhisheng had been secretly in love with her for six or seven years. Then they had a fight. I don't know what happened. Lou Sheng came to see him but he ignored him and transferred to another school. So they broke up."

There is also this paragraph where Dong Chi said that why Lou Sheng always slips resources to others through his fingers, it turns out that he is taking care of his ex-lover.

"I want to see Lou Sheng, too." After making his request, he politely asked, "Why did Ying Zhisheng want to keep Lou Sheng by his side? As his agent, did you agree to this?"

So what if they disagree? This matter was kept secret from everyone except Ying Zhisheng and Zhang Kaifa.

"Director Dong, don't worry about the film's reputation. We have no problem handling it. Regarding the rumors of fan acquisition, the studio has already released the blood test results and forwarded the police announcement. We will not let any of those malicious rumormongers go unpunished."

Just as Fuquan promised, Ying Zhisheng, who had been attacked by the entire network for half a month, received his first wave of counterattack.

At the time, I felt this information was too fake. With such strict regulations in China, how could he have the guts to do this?

It's too late to get a blood test now, my metabolism is already gone [picking nose] Everyone knows that police officers in this country are like this. Anyone who believes this is a fool.

[You don't even believe the announcement with white text on a blue background? Are you so hateful?]

[Ying Zhisheng! Fake genius! Really ungrateful! Cold-hearted! Plastic surgery and a big shot!]

[Ying Zhisheng! Fake genius! Really ungrateful! Cold-hearted! Plastic surgery and a big shot!]

[Ying Zhisheng! Fake genius! Really ungrateful! Cold-hearted! Plastic surgery and a big shot!]

The online debate was heated, and Dong Chi liked the clarification post from Ying Zhisheng's studio.