The video on the Internet was reposted by many official Weibo accounts and marketing accounts. Some internet celebrities even found the old man who was helped by the young man and gave him food and drinks in order to attract traffic.
After learning about this incident, staff from the local relevant departments also properly arranged the old man’s food and accommodation problems.
The only thing that made the netizens feel regretful was that no one found the little brother in the video.
The "mysterious little brother" was currently carrying the crew's lunch boxes and eating them more enthusiastically than anyone else. The female lead, who originally had no appetite, stared at Li Zhao for two minutes, then picked up her chopsticks and ate a few more slices of vegetables.
"Zhao, if you ever become famous, you must not let your fans know that you can eat." Zhang Xiaoyuan watched Li Zhao finish the food and suddenly felt like a tired old father.
"Why?" After eating the last grain of rice, Li Zhao wiped the corner of his mouth and sat down properly.
"Because the little fairy boys all grew up drinking dew." Zhang Xiaoyuan patted Li Zhao's shoulder again and again: "Remember to be restrained when there are outsiders around in the future."
"Brother Xiaoyuan, have you forgotten?" Li Zhao threw the lunch box into the trash bag and looked at Zhang Xiaoyuan sympathetically: "Our company has closed down."
Zhang Xiaoyuan: “…”
As a human being, doesn't he deserve to have dreams?
"It's okay. After the filming is over, I will work to support you." Li Zhao comforted Zhang Xiaoyuan thoughtfully: "I am young and have good physical strength..." Before he finished speaking, his WeChat notification received a new message.
Li Zhao stared at the WeChat notification and hesitated for a few seconds before slowly opening the chat group.
Tomorrow will be better: the operation was successful! @小昭@ Make 100 million first
Li Zhao's hands were shaking with excitement, and he quickly replied to the message.
Xiao Zhao: That’s great, as long as everyone is okay!
Tomorrow will be better: The doctor said that I need to be observed in the hospital for a period of time after the operation. Brothers, I really want to thank you this time. If it weren’t for you, Xiaoxia might not have been able to hold on.
Xiao Zhao: Good brothers don’t need to say thank you.
Make 100 million first: Xiao Zhao is right, good brothers don’t say thank you. You and Sister Xia worked so hard back then, but you never forgot to take care of the children in the orphanage. We all remember that.
Zhang Xiaoyuan noticed that Li Zhao looked excited, as if something good had happened, so he asked, "Is there any good news?"
"Sister Xia's operation was successful!" Li Zhao held the phone in his hand and looked at Zhang Xiaoyuan with a pair of shining eyes: "Brother Ming just sent a message!"
Zhang Xiaoyuan was stunned for a while, then he started laughing: "That's great."
"Yes, that's great." Li Zhao clicked on the shopping platform and grumbled, "Brother Xiaoyuan, can you help me check which things can help me maintain my health after surgery..."
Seeing Li Zhao lowering his head and carefully selecting products, Zhang Xiaoyuan couldn't help but reach out and touch his furry head, chuckling softly.
Perhaps to Li Zhao, Zhou Ming and Zhu Xia are not only older brothers and sisters, but also father and mother to him.
Zhang Xiaoyuan first met Li Zhao ten years ago. At that time, he had just graduated from college and went to a poor area to volunteer with a few friends. The narrow streets, steep mountains, and gray, unfashionable shops made them feel for the first time that there were such poor places in the world.
When they arrived at the only welfare home in several counties and watched the children lining up for meals and eating up all the food in their bowls, they felt extremely sad.
Zhang Xiaoyuan noticed that a child in the corner ate very fast, as if he was very hungry. When he saw the food that belonged to him, he couldn't wait to stuff it all into his stomach.
The child has nice facial features, but he is too thin. From a distance, he looks like a big-headed doll sitting on a chair. The more he looked at it, the more distressed he felt. He took out the chocolate he had on him and planned to share it with the child. When I got closer, I found that the child's arms were covered with bruises and there were blood scabs on his head, as if he had been severely abused.
The staff of the welfare home were afraid that the volunteers would misunderstand that the welfare home was abusing the children, so they quickly explained the reason.
"This child was just brought here two days ago. If his homeroom teacher hadn't noticed something was wrong and called the police, I'm afraid..." The staff member shook his head and sighed, scooping another spoonful of rice into the child's bowl.
The child raised his head and smiled at the staff, looking very well behaved: "Thank you, Auntie."
Zhang Xiaoyuan, who had just graduated from college, felt his heart softened after seeing this scene. After learning that the child was often abused by his adoptive parents, the teacher reported the incident to the police. After it attracted media attention, the child was sent to this welfare home.
These volunteers just played games with the children for half a day and gave them some stationery and clothes. When they left, all the children stood at the gate to see them off.
Zhang Xiaoyuan saw the little boy covered in wounds, holding the books they had given him, smiling innocently. Facing this smile, he squatted in front of the child: "What's your name?"
"My name is Li Zhao."
"It's a nice name." Zhang Xiaoyuan wanted to touch his head, but the blood scabs and bruises on the child's head that had not yet disappeared made him withdraw his hand.
From then on, he often corresponded with the child and told him about the outside world. The child told him that he got top spot in his class and that his older brothers and sisters in the orphanage took good care of him.
Brother Zhou Ming and sister Zhu Xia were admitted to good universities and got married. Every year they sent them a lot of toys and clothes.
He said that he wanted to be like Brother Ming and Sister Xia, get into a top university, and make a lot of money.
But during the summer vacation after he took the college entrance examination, Li Zhao suddenly told him that he didn't want to go to school anymore. He wanted to make money, a lot of money.
Zhang Xiaoyuan was very angry and rushed to Li Zhao and scolded him severely.
"But Sister Xia is sick, very seriously ill." The half-grown child was scolded so much that he couldn't lift his head. He sat obediently on the chair, looking very pitiful: "The doctor said that she was overworked. In order to support us, Brother Ming and Sister Xia have been living frugally over the years. They don't have a house or children, and they don't even have the opportunity to enjoy life. I want her to live well."
"Brother Xiaoyuan, please help me." His young face was full of determination, like a stubborn calf. Once he decided on the direction, he would never look back even if he died.
Zhang Xiaoyuan agreed to his request, and from then on, he never asked Li Zhao about his college entrance examination scores, and Li Zhao never mentioned going to college again. Li Zhao signed a ten-year contract with a film and television company. With his outstanding looks, he played minor roles and served as a stand-in in various small crews just to save more money.
"Brother Xiaoyuan, what are you daydreaming about?" After Li Zhao placed the order, he saw Zhang Xiaoyuan staring at him in a daze and didn't care. He said cheerfully, "I'll treat you to Malatang tonight?"
Song Yu heard this when he passed by Li Zhao. He glanced at Li Zhao out of the corner of his eye. How could there be such a poor person in the world who would ask his agent and assistant to eat unhygienic spicy hot pot?
"Can I have two more beef balls?" Zhang Xiaoyuan asked quickly.
Song Yu sneered inwardly. It turned out that not only the artists were poor, but their agents were also poor.
He took out his cell phone, lay down on the lounge chair, and clicked on a popular video on Weibo.
The young man in this video looks familiar? He sat up straight, looked in the direction of Li Zhao, and locked his phone screen like a thief.
"Brother Song?" The assistant thought Song Yu had seen some negative news online, and quickly said, "You don't have to take the netizens' words to heart. After three or five days, even they themselves won't remember what they said."
Song Yu didn't say anything. He fiddled with his phone nervously, afraid that Li Zhao would still be as famous as he had predicted in his dream.
New comments soon emerged online. Some people said that the video was deliberately staged. Some people nowadays will do anything to become famous.
Many people followed suit, and within a few days, the video was forgotten by netizens.
Li Zhao and Zhang Xiaoyuan stayed in the crew for more than half a month, and finally welcomed the crew's wrap party. Song Yu knew that the drama would be a big hit, so in order to get the crew members to say good things about him in the future, he paid for the crew's main creators to have dinner at a luxury hotel.
Li Zhao was reluctant to miss this good opportunity to take advantage of the rich. In order to eat more at night, he only drank two bowls of porridge at noon and put on his best outfit.
At the dinner table, the main creators were drinking heavily, and even the female lead, who usually didn't like to talk to others, drank two more glasses. Li Zhao shook his dizzy head, and seeing oil spots on his sleeves, he quickly got up and went to the bathroom.
This is his best set of clothes and he will have to wear it again in the future, so he must take good care of it.
The high-end restaurants in luxury hotels are different. Even the waiters wear shirts and vests. Li Zhao even suspects that the suits these waiters wear are more expensive than his own clothes.
Li Zhao used the hand soap on the sink to clean the oil spots on his sleeves. He heard a loud bang, took out a piece of paper and quickly wiped his sleeves, then walked to the door to check.
There was a drunk man lying on the ground. He was curled up on the ground, holding the back of his head and groaning. It seemed that he had fallen quite hard. A few steps away from the middle-aged man, a man in a white shirt and a suit vest was standing against the wall. He noticed his gaze and turned his head to look at him.
The man had an outstanding and stunning appearance, but his face was pale, and even his lips were an unhealthy pink, as if he had received a great shock.
I didn't expect that such a handsome and elegant man, who looked like an elegant gentleman at first glance, would actually be a hotel waiter.
Li Zhao was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood what was going on. Hearing footsteps coming from the corner, he glanced at the man's drooping eyelids, reached out and pulled the man behind him.
The man didn't seem to react and twisted behind him.
"Don't be afraid, leave it to me." Li Zhao turned around and patted the man's arm, grinning at him: "When it comes to acting, I'm a professional."
The man stared at him for three seconds and fell silent.
"gentlemen!"
Two or three strong men in suits ran over from the corner, looked at the man lying on the ground, then looked up in the direction of Li Zhao and stopped.
"Is this gentleman with you?" Li Zhao's face was full of concern and worry. "Just now, this waiter sent me to the bathroom, and I saw this gentleman suddenly fall to the ground. We were just about to help him up, but we didn't expect you to come here by chance."
At this moment, who is the most enthusiastic and kind innocent passerby in the world?
It’s him, Li Zhao!
These strong men looked at Li Zhao expressionlessly.
Li Zhao took a step forward, letting the strong men focus their attention on him, and then smiled innocently: "Although good wine is good, it's easy to get drunk if you drink too much. It's not good to fall down."
The expressions of the men in suits...became even colder.
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