Chapter 38

After several discussions, Song Zhiyi and Liu Liu finally came up with a solution:

That is to make Song Zhiyu solidify this character.

If there can be a few more "coincidences" to increase public awareness, then every collapse of the building in the future will most likely be linked to Song Zhiyu, and the popularity will be almost given for free.

The only difficulty now is how to anchor the artist whose reputation is about to collapse in advance, and then send Song Zhiyu over to join in the fun.

Liu Liu raised this question in a troubled manner, and received an unfathomable answer from Song Zhiyi: "Don't worry about this. I will send someone to check and give you the list. You can arrange Xiaoyu's itinerary."

Liu Liu nodded with a sullen face, and watched Song Zhiyu measure his weight and body fat. He then set a time for the audition with him before leaving.

The range hood repairman also arrived at this time. As he was repairing the machine, Song Zhiyu asked, "Sister, who are you going to send to investigate? Isn't it too late to raise the navy and paparazzi?"

"I'll send him to check it myself." Song Zhiyi was transferring the funds for handling public opinion to Liu Liu. Her hand shook and she added an extra zero, but she was too lazy to change it.

Putting down the phone, Song Zhiyi unscrewed the cap of the pen, picked up an ordinary notebook, and made a list of the artists who had been criticized in the past based on her memory.

It would be time-consuming and inefficient to search for them one by one. Fortunately, she had just helped Song Zhiyu screen scripts a few days ago and had a rough idea of ​​who would collapse. After working for half an hour, she managed to list four or five names.

Now that we have the list in general, we just need to find a suitable time to hand it over to Liu Liu.

Song Zhiyi put down the pen and paper, stood up and stretched, then called Qiuqiu to get into the elevator and go up to the second floor together.

After seeing off the maintenance master, Song Zhiyu went to the gym to watch a video workout with her coach. He was currently doing the plank and when he saw her coming he still bared his teeth and acted mischievously.

Song Zhiyi ignored him and went straight to the next room. This was her practice room when she was a child, but it had been idle for a long time. After Qiuqiu came, they bought a lot of things and piled them in the living room on the first floor. Aunt Lin couldn't stand it anymore, so she cleaned up this room, and now it has become a perfect cat room.

The closet that originally held the training clothes was now filled with twenty or thirty small pieces of clothing, including seven or eight kinds of leashes. The side cabinet was also filled with a lot of cat toys and snacks. If he wasn't afraid that the cats would expire, he would probably have doubled the number.

But these things are still in the cabinet. The most eye-catching thing in this room, besides the five-layer cat climbing frame next to the French window, is the huge "cat nest" in the center. Because this cat nest is too large, she usually calls it a small tent.

I bought this online from Song Zhiyu. They said it was very cute, but after receiving it, I found that Qiuqiu would never sleep in a cat bed, let alone a small tent that can accommodate two adults.

Song Zhiyi sat down at the edge of the small tent with her legs crossed and a comb in her hand, and called Qiuqiu over to comb her hair. Although the temperature was not as high after the beginning of autumn, Qiuqiu was a long-haired cat after all, and was still a giant walking dandelion. It didn't take long for him to comb off a few clumps of loose hair.

"Fortunately, my mother is not here, otherwise she would have been unable to bear all these hairs." As he said this, Song Zhiyi's hands moved.

Yes, although my parents are traveling, they will have to come back sooner or later. Besides, my aunt’s memorial day will be in two weeks. What will happen to Qiuqiu then?

Song Zhiyi opened a can of food with a worried look on his face, fed the cat, and went out to the next door.

"Sister, you think too much, don't you?" Song Zhiyu was stretching, with some sweat on her forehead. "Have you forgotten that this cat belongs to Nanfeng?"

“……”I really forgot.

Song Zhiyi coughed lightly and added, "Isn't his house cleaned up yet?"

"It should be about time." Song Zhiyu finished stretching and went to the side to get a can of energy drink and opened it. "By the way, did mom say when they would be back?"

"Not yet. I haven't received a reply to the message I sent yesterday. I guess he ran to a place with no signal again... Hmm? I called him back."

The cell phone started to vibrate. Song Zhiyi answered the call and said hello. She couldn't tell what the other end said, but her face looked obviously unhappy.

"Yeah, okay, I got it...bye."

Song Zhiyu had been paying attention to her expression and asked hurriedly, "What's wrong? Did something happen to your parents?"

Song Zhiyi rubbed his forehead and typed on his phone with both hands: "Nothing happened, but they said they couldn't come back in time for my aunt's memorial day."

"Why, isn't there still more than a week left?"

"I want to know why, too." Song Zhiyi's eyes were cold as he made a phone call. "The account has been sent. Please help me check the transactions of these two accounts within a week and keep tracking them."

The person on the other side was very efficient and the bill was sent to his phone very quickly. After reading it, Song Zhiyi's frown relaxed a little.

"How is it?" Song Zhiyu stopped exercising at this moment and squatted beside a yoga ball.

"It's still normal," Song Zhiyi said, except that the cost is a bit high. "It's definitely in Siam, and I wasn't caught and had my kidneys cut."

Song Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Didn't Mom say anything else on the phone?"

"I did, but it would have been better if I hadn't said it." Song Zhiyi recalled, "Dad interrupted and said they seemed to be going to some temple. The signal was very bad, so I couldn't hear it clearly."

"Temple? When did my parents become superstitious? After my aunt passed away, he tore up all the pictures of the God of Wealth in the house."

Song Zhiyi couldn't understand it either, because it was obvious that her father hated these people the most.

As for the reason for the hatred, it all started with the accidental death of my aunt.

At that time, she and her brother were less than six years old, and the family was in a state of gloom for a while. She still remembered that one day her father hugged her mother and cried, and the implication of his words was that her aunt's death was not an accident.

Although there was no evidence, her father still suspected the Liu family. In order to investigate, he had no choice but to pretend to be nice to the Liu family. As a result, she almost got into trouble in the Liu family less than half a year after her aunt passed away. Since then, they have completely cut off their relationship with the Liu family.

It was also after that incident that she was taken to change her surname, and her father changed both his surname and given name - he took his mother's surname Jing, and the given name was the nickname that his grandmother had given him when she was still alive, Chen.

The old man of the Liu family was furious and attacked the Song family's business, leaving no way out. Fortunately, her parents took care of it. A few years ago, they found that the entire industry was in a downward trend and decided to stop, but they did not forget to severely cheat the Liu family.

The source of all this seems to be the death of the aunt, but in fact it should be the verdict of the aunt given by the "master" hired by the Liu family behind the scenes - a disaster star.

Song Zhiyi's face was expressionless as he thought, with the corners of his mouth slightly turned down, looking cold and a little fierce. Song Zhiyu could only explain to the coach on the phone that the training was suspended, and sat aside quietly, feeling that this period of time passed slower than when he was doing plank support. After waiting for an unknown amount of time, he heard her sister speak:

"Do you remember how your aunt died?"

Song Zhiyu was startled, and quickly replied: "I remember, there was an accident when I was playing on the beach, and I was..."

"Drowned," Song Zhiyi interrupted him, lowering his head and wondering what he was thinking, his voice was very deep, "When I was kidnapped, I was also thrown into the river by the kidnappers. If I didn't survive, wouldn't I have died the same way as my aunt? Moreover, we were both judged as 'disaster stars' by that master."

"Wasn't that an accident? And Liu Qifan was also kidnapped?" Song Zhiyu looked a little confused.

"Yes, his target is obviously Liu Qifan, why would he bring me along as a burden?"

The ending sound swayed and disappeared into the silent air.

According to his parents, they found her on the river bank. After asking Liu Qifan, they guessed that the kidnappers might have been afraid that he would call for help, so they chose to throw her into the river to drown in order to escape as quickly as possible.

Song Zhiyi lost most of her memory due to illness, so she was naturally convinced by this statement. After so many years of memory correction, she had long thought that this was the truth. Until last time when she accidentally destroyed the character card book, some new memories appeared in her mind.

The feeling of having an extra memory is like a book that has been read several times suddenly having a few additional paragraphs. You know it exists, but you can't tell the details. Normally, you don't think of looking for it when you have nothing to do. It was only at this moment that your memory was triggered by the relevant topic, and Song Zhiyi was able to locate it accurately.

It is true that Liu Qifan escaped after being kidnapped. She was indeed thrown into the river by the kidnappers, and finally escaped by holding her breath and following the current. But what is suspicious is that the kidnappers did not leave, but searched in the mountains and forests after finding that she was not dead, trying to find her trace. He was not so anxious even when Liu Qifan ran away.

Why are they looking for her? She didn't see the kidnapper's face, and her position in the Liu family was not as important as Liu Qifan's. Unless...

Song Zhiyi sneered and said, "His target has been me from the beginning."

After getting the correct answer, all doubts were solved. No wonder Liu Qifan was able to escape so smoothly, and he had time to send the token of love to the little girl but didn't have time to call the police for her sister. It turned out that he had never thought of saving her, and even his existence was just a cover to cover up the truth.

These sentences were rambling and Song Zhiyu was still trying to sort out the logic when he saw that his sister had already changed the subject.

"Is the person who said I was a disaster star the same person who told Liu Shunan that she wanted to marry Miss Zhi?"

"Right," Song Zhiyu scratched his head in confusion, "The Liu family should only have such a person. Sister, do you need me to help you find out about this person?"

Seeing that his sister didn't reply and still had a cold face, Song Zhiyu tried to smooth things over: "Don't believe these nonsense. What kind of disaster star is this? It's obviously a lucky star. Otherwise, why would the Liu family want to make you a family now?"

A family... To be able to think of such an unconventional move, it is very likely that something unexpected happened in the Liu family that she was not aware of.

In that case, she would have to help them fight against a few more opponents.

"Oh."

My sister finally laughed out loud, but Song Zhiyu pursed his lips and silently moved away at least three meters.

*

On October 7, the National Day holiday ended, and the number of people on the streets decreased significantly overnight.

The sky was gloomy and there was a drizzle of rain. Song Zhiyu was walking in the cemetery with a small suitcase in his hand. If it weren't for his all-black outfit and the big black umbrella in his hand, he would have looked like a tourist who had strayed in.

Song Zhiyi stopped, leaned the sunflower in her arms against the tombstone, and carefully wiped the water stains and thin layer of dust on the tombstone with a cotton towel.

The two chatted with the aunt as usual. Song Zhiyu looked at the sky and felt that it might rain heavily. She put down the umbrella and said, "Sister, you stay with the aunt first. I'll go and deliver the things I brought for her."

Song Zhiyi responded with a “hmm”.

It was said to be sent over, but in fact it was just burned in the designated place of the cemetery. As for the suitcase he was pulling, it was full of things for my aunt. In addition to the ghost money, there were also novels, comics, discs and albums, all of which were things that my aunt liked when she was alive.

"The plot of this comic is so ridiculous later. I think you may not like it anymore. I brought some new comics and I'll burn them for you later. Please tell me which one you think is good." Song Zhiyu said as he threw "The Schoolboy of Death" into the fire with disgust.

The smell of burning was not very pleasant. Wearing a mask was not enough, so he rolled up his collar to cover his head and nose. From behind, all he could see was a pile of black, unidentified objects.

"Wow, why is there a box here?"

A new person came in and sighed. Song Zhiyu opened his eyelids and took a look, but he couldn't see anything clearly because of the smoke.

"Hey, forget about the boxes, just burn them."

From the sound of their voices, it seemed that they were together, and the voice at the back sounded a little familiar.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Women are always afraid of everything and can't accomplish anything." The man cursed and then the sound of a lighter rang out. "Tsk, what kind of paper is this? Why can't it be lit?"

"I told you not to buy such cheap things. They are all second-hand goods that have been stored for years. Look, what should I do now? Yueyue..."

"What should I do? I won't burn it anymore!" The man cursed and threw the ghost money in his hand to the ground, "What a bastard I raised. She didn't make money for me when she was so old, but she wanted to commit suicide. I won't burn her shit. She won't be hungry down there anyway. The husband I found for her has a rich family, otherwise he wouldn't have paid this much for her."

"But, but..." The woman hesitated.

"But what but? The reporters are waiting outside. You know I'll cry a little louder, okay?"

The man took the woman and walked away without looking back.

Song Zhiyu, who was squatting on the ground like a stone sculpture, slowly turned his head and this time he finally saw the backs of the two people clearly.

He glanced at the scattered paper money on the ground, turned his head to look at the fire in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Aunt, if you meet a little girl named Wen Yue down there, give her some money, and I will come to burn some for you tomorrow..."

*

Halfway through the funeral ceremony, Wen's mother burst into tears while holding the small pink urn.

The reporters carrying their guns and cannons also had solemn faces as they bid farewell to this little angel who left too early.

"My dear Yueyue, please go, please don't, don't..."

Wen Ying fell to the ground, hugging the altar and crying. The rain started to get heavier at this time.

"Auntie, are you okay?" Shi Yumeng stepped over and wanted to help the person up, but his left hand was still holding the umbrella, so it was difficult to exert force.

"She's just too sad," He Junhao pulled Wen's mother up and wiped the tears from her face, "It's because I'm a useless stepfather. I didn't protect Yueyue well, and let her be bullied by the scum in the school. That's why she can't get over it. Yueyue, it's all because of your useless dad. If you want to blame someone, blame dad..."

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Shi Yumeng's eyes, and she quietly retreated to the back row of the crowd.

She and Wen Yue were both child stars. Although she was a few years older than her, Wen Yue had been precocious since childhood and the two had a good relationship. Therefore, she had heard Wen Yue complain that He Junhao was a gambler and most of the money Wen Yue earned went to fill his bottomless pit.

This time, Wen Yue committed suicide at home. The reason Wen Ying and He Junhao gave was that she was bullied at school, but she clearly never heard Wen Yue say that once. In fact, every time Wen Yue talked about going to school, she spoke in a longing tone. If she committed suicide because she was bullied, she shouldn't have reacted like that.

But her parents seemed to have no reason to hide the real cause of her death...

What is going on?

[Wen Yue... there is someone with the same name, it should be this one, right? ]

Who is speaking? Don’t you have any respect for the dead?

Shi Yumeng bit her lower lip and looked in the direction of the sound angrily.

There stood a tall man and woman, both dressed in black, holding black umbrellas, with a suitcase at their feet. The woman lowered her head, and seemed to be holding a blue notebook and flipping through it. As for the man...

Shi Yumeng looked at him, nodded to each other, then turned her head back with her brows slightly furrowed.

It was Song Zhiyu. Why was he here? To say goodbye to Wen Yue? What did the voice just now mean?

Before she could come up with a solution, she heard the voice again.

[Fuck! This family is really careless. Wen Yue has been making money for them since she was four years old. They can't even rest in peace after forcing her to death. They even made an urn filled with flour to confuse people? ]

flour?

Shi Yumeng blinked as if he was unable to react, and then his face turned pale instantly.