After the Bankruptcy of the Supporting Male Lead

After being silent for a while, Chen Zhang did not answer this life-and-death question directly, but instead said: "Work together and tell your name and date of birth."

[System: What to do with this? 】

Chen Zhan's tone was plain: "It has great use."

After a while, the system uttered again: [The host wants to report me! 】

Chen Zhang sighed: "Is the birth date required to report?"

[System: What is the reason? 】

Chen Zhanyi was serious: "If you can't even figure out such a simple problem, don't be an emperor's dream."

On the troublesome kung fu, the system does not lose to any existence.

During the meal, during the nap, even between showers are noisy and asking why.

Chen Zhang was upset by it and lost patience and said coldly: "I will use it for you."

For future generations, it is possible to calculate how long it has lived from the year of birth and the year of death.

[System: In case...successful? 】

Chen Zhan was not deceived and forcibly corrected: "It is one in ten million."

The system did not die completely because of this. Fortunately, it was quiet, and it seemed to be ready to think alone and make a decision.

Chen Zhang glanced at the calendar and silently noted today's date. If the system is gone forever, take this day as a bogey, and go to Hongxiang every year.

In the beginning, the food account created for the talented and versatile artist has not been updated for a long time. Seeing that it was still early, I cooked a single-serving tomato hot pot and uploaded pictures.

The bottom of the pot was churned in a small fire, and the lotus root rolled in the middle, and the fragrance came. Chen Zhang's eyes narrowed because of the heat, ready to quietly enjoy the next food.

Just picked up the chopsticks and the phone started shaking on the desktop.

The caller showed an unfamiliar number. Chen Zhang felt that it was okay and tuned in to start eating.

The person who made the call was particularly persistent, and the screen kept flashing, and Chen Zhan swallowed a mouthful of rice that had just been delivered, and frowned.

"Is it Mr. Chen Zhangchen?"

Chen Zhang: "Which one?"

The people over there expressed the situation as concisely as possible. When hearing the three words of the police station, Chen Zhang's face changed slightly: "I'm going now."

When I met a few red lights and reached the destination by taxi, there was already a small circle of people around.

Chen Zhang shook his head and squeezed in. A middle-aged man who saw a cold finger with red eyes and did not forget to take a picture with his mobile phone couldn't help saying: "I heard that the undead can live in the image."

The man rolled his eyes, but didn't shoot again.

Looking down from the top of the building is like looking down on dense ants. The man standing on it has already made up his mind. Once Chen Zhang spoke to him, he jumped down.

One police officer was evacuating the crowd at the scene. The other saw Chen Zhang and came over and said, "The other party has indicated that he wants to see you."

There was still a faint smell of hot pot on Chen Zhang's body. The police officer gave him a complicated look: "A colleague has already gone up to rescue. Try to say a few delays. Remember not to irritate him.

Two steps forward, Chen Zhan looked at the person standing above him, his lips moved, and before reopening, he retreated and asked in a low voice, "What is the name of the person?"

"..."

At first, the hallucinogen incident was in full swing, and even many people who did not care about gossip knew that the police officer looked at him as if he was joking and took a deep breath: "Ji Dongyu."

Chen Zhang showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

Police: "He can give you medicine, can't you remember?"

Chen Zhang felt a little helpless. The fighting power of these villains was too weak, and the survival time was short. Just like a song, only one or two lyrics are impressed at the end.

Although he couldn't remember his name, Ji Dongyu was deeply impressed by his handling.

Psychologically speaking, the other party is sick. Ji Dongyu cannot accept an artist whose background is not as good as his own but can suddenly become popular. Even without Chen Zhang, it will happen sooner or later.

On the roof, Ji Dongyu made a small step forward, and there was an exclamation around him.

The policeman lowered his voice: "Quickly say a few sentences."

Chen Zhang thought thoroughly: "He just wanted me to see him die."

Being ridiculed by the entire network, according to Ji Dongyu's character, death also left a little shadow for himself.

Standing in the same place with closed eyes and thinking for a while, suddenly shouted: "I am getting married!"

At this moment, the air fell silent because of his voice.

Regardless of the eyes on his side, across the distance of several floors, Chen Zhang looked up at Ji Dongyu: "Emotions can't be forced, you are threatened with death... useless!"

After all, he turned and stepped away.

Several people openly broadcast live in the distance, the platform is too busy to be titled, and the scene clearly records this scene.

The policeman came over and pulled him: "Don't get excited, save people first."

Chen Zhan glanced at the lively crowd: "I won't jump."

Once he jumped, the rumors didn't know what was going on, and Ji Dongyu Ning wouldn't be willing to carry a reputation that pleased him.

The sensation caused by just one sentence was not small, Ji Dongyu yelled and abused on the rooftop, indicating that Chen Zhang was talking nonsense.

However, who would listen, even the video that was filmed and put on the Internet, and the people who saw it scolded the video for being unsympathetic, and did not hesitate to leave a comment:

"That's right! After Ji Dongyu dispensed Pei Yinqiu for several months, why did he suddenly start Chen Chen again? It's because of love and hatred!"

"A hallucinogen... Is he trying to force love?"

"People are not old!"

"Chen Zhang is also really unlucky. In the "God of God", it was mentioned that being chased by Yin is morally abducted, and now I have encountered another who is forced to die."

Ji Dongyu's body was like a little white poplar trembling in the wind. He looked shaky and never crossed the line of life and death.

Chen Zhan's remarks caused a great deal of shock. His face was swollen with incoherent expressions, which provided a good opportunity for rescuers who climbed up behind him. The two looked at the scene in front of them, and a total of them, one of them quickly rushed forward, hugging Ji Dongyu's waist and fell backwards. Another person decisively pressed Ji Dongyu's struggling arms and forcibly took him away from the danger zone.

There was an instant applause underneath, and the sighs of several good people were covered in it.

Chen Zhan saw all kinds of sentient beings, and no longer went to join in the excitement. There was already a mobile phone photographing him in a dazzling way, and he stepped up and hired a car to leave.

[System: I think of a brilliant idea that exacerbates the contradiction between the underlying system and the main system...]

Chen Zhang interrupted his speech and looked at the endless stream of cars outside the window, muttering to himself: "No one can worry."

Not yet home, Wang Cheng's phone call has come: "You're on hot search."

The tone of the person speaking is not fluctuating, and the person listening is even more expressionless.

Everyone is already familiar with this operation.

After a moment of silence, Wang Cheng said: "The comment says you are going to get married?"

"It's just a stopgap measure."

Wang Cheng secretly relaxed. Generally speaking, the value of young artists before marriage is greater.

There was a delay of 20 minutes on the road due to traffic jams.

The tempting tomato hot pot had long been cold, and a layer of red oil floated on it.

After coming back and forth, Chen Zhang lost his appetite and lay in bed directly after sleeping.

He got up quite early the next day, too lazy to make breakfast, wore a cardigan and prepared to go downstairs to buy two fritters.

Just picked up the key and froze for a moment. I didn't know when there was an extra envelope on the mat for the door.

The worry might be a letter of intimidation. In order not to damage the fingerprints, Chen Zhang found his gloves to put them on and frowned. He hasn't looked at the specific content yet, and the font alone made him glance. The handwriting is very familiar, as if written by hand-

If it goes well, the date this letter should be sent to you is March 19th.

Whether you believe it or not, I am the one who wrote this letter ten years later.

To confirm this statement, there will be a heavy rain tonight. I am very impressed with the rain, and the reason is left for later.

The content of the letter ends here. Chen Zhan glanced at the weather forecast, which was sunny.

The weather was dry for nearly a month, and many citizens complained.

Thinking of Ji Dongyu's things had caused him to hang on the hot search, Chen Zhang hesitated and did not report the case.

It does not involve personal safety, and it sounds like a fantasy. No matter whether someone is making a prank or not, once the report is made, it will definitely be regarded as hype.

Half a night before sleep, the pointer was just after 1 a.m. and there was a torrential rain outside.

Chen Zhang couldn't remember when he fell asleep. When he woke up again, the envelope appeared in the same position again:

I don't know what you are eating for breakfast.

Probably not fried eggs or soy milk fritters.

Who would have thought that in calm days, things would soon change.

No need to panic, all setbacks will eventually be overcome, you will succeed in the future and your family will be happy.

After staring for a long time, I searched for surveillance cameras on the Internet, but basically did not find those shipped in this city.

It is estimated that the person who put the letter guessed it, knowing that he would not call the police and would need time to monitor it.

When the night came again, Chen Zhang tried to stand by the window and look down, and he felt a sore waist and a sore leg within half an hour.

Mingyue hangs high, a figure appears in the unit building, the footsteps are surprisingly light, and even without touching the voice-activated lights, he moves forward alone.

Accurately took the last step of the stairs, stopped outside a house, and stuffed in a letter.

A smile slowly appeared afterwards, and a slight movement suddenly came from the door, and someone came to take a step and lay on the cat's eyes... in the darkness, just facing a pair of enlarged pupils, a pair of eyes was peeking out from the inside !

Because of the surprise, the person came back suddenly.

The door opened, and the lights in the corridor suddenly turned bright. Chen Zhang looked at Yin Ronglan with a smile on his arms: "You have been outstanding for four hours of sleep."

Yin Ronglan is well versed in Chen Zhang's temperament and generally does not waste time here. Unexpectedly, he did the opposite, and he was patient and waited.

"Tell me," Chen Zhang picked up the envelope on the floor: "Why do you do this?"

The East Window incident happened, and Yu Yu confessed to a wide path, Yin Ronglan said softly: "Propose."

The air was momentarily quiet.

The smile on Chen Zhang's mouth froze... Why didn't he see which link seemed to be proposing?

Yin Ronglan explained: "I mentioned in the letter that you will have a happy family in the future. This is a psychological suggestion."

Just listened to Chen Zhang's eyelids: "What happened in the last letter means that you will propose marriage in the next few days?"

Yin Ronglan nodded and looked at the envelope in his hand: "This is the last one, which details our happy life after marriage."

If the other party can be convinced from the bottom of their hearts that they will marry well in ten years, there is no reason to refuse to propose.

"...What happened to the rainstorm?"

Yin Ronglan: "Heaven helps me."

Chen Zhang stared at him motionlessly.

Yin Ronglan avoided the staring: "...an alumnus was at the meteorological observatory and inquired about the possibility of artificial rain that day.

The author has something to say: Chen Zhang: I want to be kind. However, the material is always sent to the door.