Chapter One

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This is the highest funeral that Ji Jersey has ever attended.

In the hall, which can accommodate hundreds of people, the sound of monks' chanting reverberates, and the atmosphere is solemn and solemn.

Even the menacing spring rain outside the window has been domesticated to be gentle and well-behaved, gently nourishing all things.

Ji Zexi stood at the very end of the crowd, staring straight at the photos on the spiritual platform.

He hadn't digested the fact that his opponent, who had been entangled with him for five years, passed away in such a hurry.

In Ji Zexi's memory, he just slept, and when he woke up, everything changed.

He was forced to accept two messages mixed with the smell of hospital disinfectant.

He lost his memory for a year. During this year, his former captain is now facing Fan Yichen and won this year's Best Actor.

And just the night before, the two encountered a car accident when they rushed to the event site, and Fan Yichen died in order to protect him.

Two messages are one heavier than the other.

He didn't win the best actor because his skills were inferior to others, he admitted.

But that Fan Yichen would sacrifice his life to save others? He was saving himself? Is this reasonable?

Ji Zexi even suspected that this was some kind of prank show, and the next second, a bunch of shots would come over, and that annoying guy would suddenly appear in front of him.

In a flat voice, he said, "How is it, have you been deceived!"

But the fact is that he did appear, just lying in a sandalwood coffin, surrounded by elegant white roses.

There was a thunderstorm outside the venue, and the rain was a bit turbulent.

It was Ji Jersey's turn to offer flowers.

He is the last on the list, and the funeral will move on to the next process after he has laid the flowers.

Ji Zexi has a slender figure and a steady pace. At first glance, it does not look like he is going to say goodbye to the body, but it looks like he is walking the red carpet.

Due to the special status of the deceased and the strong demands of hundreds of millions of fans, the entire funeral was presented in the form of a live webcast.

Ji Jersey's professionalism does not allow him to make mistakes on this occasion.

But when he actually stood beside the coffin, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

The man lying in the coffin had a very beautiful face, the lines from the brow bone to the bridge of the nose, from the cheekbones to the chin were very sharp, the lips were sexy, and the face was tough and distinct.

It's just that his face is too pale at the moment, which adds a bit of death.

Even from his opponent's point of view, Ji Zexi had to admit that Fan Yichen did have a good appearance worthy of his status.

At this moment, Ji Zexi had to admit the fact that Fan Yichen was really dead.

Immediately, another thought popped up.

According to Fan Yichen's temperament, it is impossible that he really wants to save himself, but most of it is a subconscious reaction of kindness, and he has never considered who the people around him are.

Would he regret it if he knew that the person he was saving was actually his opponent who had been tit for tat for three years?

The more Ji Zexi thought about it, the more likely it was. With Fan Yichen's stubborn character, it was reasonable to turn into a ghost and seek his own life.

Thinking of this, Ji Zexi, who is afraid of ghosts, burst into tears.

A drop of lustrous tears fell from the corner of his eyes, especially sincere.

I beg you, since we have known each other for five years, you will be a good person to the end, and live a good life in that world, but don't come back to see me!

Ji Zexi's eyes were red, and he inserted the white rose in his hand into the gap in the coffin.

This scene happened to be captured by the camera above.

[Please don't act anymore, he can't tell how happy he is when Brother Chen died]

[Why in the same car, our brother Chen died but he was still alive!]

[Acting too much can be fake, who doesn't know that the two are in a relationship with each other, so he needs to be fake here]

Shang Kan stared at the barrage in the live broadcast room, one head and two big ones, Ji Zexi was one of the most difficult artists to bring.

Speaking of Ji Zexi's entertainment career, it is a bad word that runs through the end.

He was spotted by a talent scout five years ago and originally wanted him to act, but the company transformed to build a boy band to support the prince, and Ji Zexi was dragged away just because there was no one.

So Ji Zexi, who was bad at singing and dancing, was forced to become a vase in the group, and was disliked by the group fans every time he was on stage.

Two years later, the limited group was disbanded and each went solo.

Shang Kan originally thought that Ji Zexi's acting skills should be ignored, at least he has a face, and it should be no problem to be a supporting actor in an idol drama.

As a result, he began to lose money in which crew he went to, which crew had an accident, and lost money in any play.

Over time, no director dared to use him.

Until now, the funeral of the opposite family has become the biggest event he has participated in this year.

The company has already mentioned that Ji Zexi's contract will expire soon. There is no shortage of newcomers in the circle now, and there is no need to spend it on one person.

Shang Kan sighed in his heart, maybe he is really not suitable for this industry.

Ji Zexi restrained his breathing. He didn't know that his behavior had been over-interpreted by the barrage as a green tea drama. He only felt that sincerity was good.

He is so sincere, Fan Yichen shouldn't blame him.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Ji Zexi stepped on the air when he went down the steps.

It's over, Ji Zexi thought to himself, this shrewd man really wanted to kill me.

Fortunately, a strong arm caught him in time from behind, which saved him from embarrassing himself in front of so many people.

"thanks."

Ji Zexi hurriedly thanked him after he stood firm, and it was inevitable that he would be a little surprised when he met the other party's line of sight.

This person actually looks better than any star in the circle, especially his eyes are lighter, revealing a sense of inorganic beauty, as if he wants to suck people in.

This man was wearing a black Tang suit, showing elegance in his gestures. After Ji Zexi was stunned, he had already walked back to his original position.

His position is in the first row. It should be either Fan Yichen's relatives or his important friends.

Ji Zexi has a little doubt, does Fan Yichen have such a friend? Why haven't he seen it before.

The next process of the funeral is inconvenient to watch the ceremony. When the live broadcast is closed, the guests who came to say goodbye also left in order.

Ji Zexi, as another party in the car accident, was blocked outside the door unsurprisingly.

Even considering Fan Yichen's fan influence, the company concealed that Fan Yichen actually died to save Ji Zexi, and only said that he died unfortunately, but many media still pointed the finger at Ji Zexi.

Facing the reporter's increasingly sharp questions, Ji Zexi said in confusion: "What do you mean, are you blaming me for not dying? So am I going to die now?"

The reporters, who had been fierce in their words, turned off the flames, "..."

They just want to dig out some material, how did they rise to this level at once.

Especially Ji Zexi's voice is a little boyish, and he has just cried, with a soft cry, it sounds like he has been bullied badly.

In fact, Ji Zexi didn't think so much. He just summed up the reporter's words. Who knew that the atmosphere would suddenly change.

Just as he was about to say something, his agent Shang Kan abruptly pulled him out of the pile of reporters, "My living ancestor, can you think about it before you speak!"

Ji Zexi was still out of the situation, "Ah? I didn't say anything."

Shang Kan thought to himself that you haven't said anything yet, the barrage is going to be mad, and if you say a few more words, you won't be scolded on the hot search.

"Okay, you're not well, go home and rest for a few days."

Anyway, the contract will expire after a while, and he doesn't want to serve this dying god.

Ji Zexi didn't know what he had done wrong, and nodded flatly.

His life went back to the time before Fan Yichen's death, where he stayed in a small rental less than 30 square meters, raising cats, feeding fish, and other announcements.

It's just that cursing Fan Yichen is a daily must-do item, which seems to be a little uncomfortable.

Ji Zexi looked at the Fan Yichen puppet in his hand, which he made with his own hands when the group disbanded three years ago.

His work-study experience since childhood has taught him a good craftsmanship, and even his nasty counterparts have been sewed vividly and cutely by him.

It's just that the puppet's head has dense needles, which doesn't look very elegant.

Of course, this is also Ji Jersey's masterpiece.

The fans of my opponent scolded me again today and gave me a needle.

The other party has made more announcements than me this month, so take a shot.

My opponent mocked me at the event and gave me a needle.

...

Every stitch is Ji Zexi's full of resentment.

But now people are gone, people die like lights go out.

Should he try to let go of the hatred.

Ji Zexi touched the puppet's 'hair' and pulled out the thin needles one by one.

Just after pulling the third one, a voice sounded in my ear.

"How did you pull it out?"

Ji Zexi subconsciously replied: "There are no people, so it doesn't make sense for me to do this. Hmm? Wait a minute, isn't it because my spell worked, and the talents disappeared?"

Immediately afterwards, a coolness rushed to the spine, Ji Zexi's scalp was numb, and he didn't dare to take a breath.

There should only be two creatures in the house, he and the cat. Where did this sound come from?

And why does it sound like Fan Yichen?

Ji Zexi licked his dry lips and moved his body carefully. For a moment, he couldn't think of which would be safer to face the ghost or leave his back to the ghost.

Just as he was dawdling, the voice spoke again, "Now that I know I'm afraid, isn't it really pleasant to be pierced?"

Looking at this posture, I am afraid that it will not be good.

Ji Zexi's brain was racing, looking for a rational explanation for what he did.

Between the lights and flint, he really came up with one.

I saw the person who was shivering with fright a second, and suddenly said sternly this second: "You still ask me why, but it's not because I love you so much!"

After he finished speaking, he lay down on the computer table and cried out of breath.

Fan Yichen: "?"