"It's all because of you bunch of keyboard warriors. A bunch of shadowless things. You're constantly slandering him. Aren't you all just jealous that a poor kid like him can still do well in the end and gain everyone's favor? ! "
"It's all good now. He's really dead. It's all because of you bunch of keyboard warriors. From now on, you'll be carrying a human life on your shoulders! "
His fans were hysterical.
Although many people thought that the content of many of Song Xian's fans could not withstand scrutiny, there were also many that were reasonable. For example, the rumor of Drug Abuse. There was no evidence, just a few marketing accounts.
Marketing accounts? Who didn't know that these days they were a group of people who worked for money? Today, they could make this celebrity look bad. Maybe in a few days, they would advertise that celebrity on their Weibo. Their faces were ugly Everyone was already used to it.
Moreover, if the drug abuse was true, then the official Weibo of Ping an B city would follow up and report it. However, it didn't seem to be true, so it was hard to say.
Song Xian's only dark spot at the moment seemed to be the unspoken rules of the movie "The history of the palace. " Song Xian was GAY, and he had to deal with two men.
In short, everyone had their own point of view. It was really difficult to say one, two, three, four.
But now, Song Xian was dead.
He died in the Sea of curses on the Internet.
Who was to blame?
When a person died, no matter how big the sin was, it could be forgiven and forgotten, not to mention Song Xian's private life, which you had never seen with your own eyes.
The curses disappeared and were replaced by a sea of red candles. One by one, they lit a candle under Song Xian's Weibo.
Occasionally, a few people would jump up and scold him. Not only were they scolded by fans, but they were also scolded by passersby.
After half a month, the comments section under Song Xian's Weibo was finally clean.
Just like how Song Xian had texted Xi Wan before he committed suicide.. "actually, if I disappear, everything can be reset, right "The good and the bad have all been reset. Just like Liu Qi, whether it's Chen Bingyan or the others, what they remember is his good. "As for me, if I disappear, what everyone remembers, will it also be my good? "
Perhaps at that time, he was just fooling himself, but now, everyone tacitly stopped talking about the storm in the city before he committed suicide, leaving only peace.
"..."
The funeral was held three days later at the funeral parlor in B city.
That day, the sky was gray and it was drizzling. The Sky was also cold. Xi Wan was wearing a white a-line dress and a black suit. She still felt a little cold, even though it was early summer.
She and Li Yan attended the funeral together.
In front of the mourning hall, Song Xian's mother was hugging his photo and crying hysterically.
"What do you want me to do, my Xian Xian? What do you want Mommy to do? "
"My Xian Xian? What do you want Mommy to do? How can you be so cruel and leave mommy? "
"How can you be so cruel, my Xian Xian? How can you be so cruel, my son? "
She cried and cried again and again. She looked like she was going crazy. She screamed hysterically and fainted several times. With the help of her relatives and friends, she patted her back and sat on the ground. She cried in a hoarse voice.
Everyone was silent.
Song Xian's relatives and friends were all red-eyed and full of tears as they sobbed softly.
Xi Wan and Li Yan took the incense that the priest handed over and bowed in front of his mourning hall. Looking at the blue-framed picture on it, the two of them only prayed in their hearts that he would go well in peace.
Song Xian's funeral was attended by many artistes in the industry, including the crew of "the history of the palace. " All of them were present, although Song Xian's family did not invite them. After all, this crew fired Song Xian, whom they were proud of To them, this was a humiliation.
Many people sat in Song Xian's mourning hall, silently mourning.
Xi Wan and Li Yan did not intend to stay for dinner. They naturally offered incense to Song Xian, presented a flower basket, and left after giving a gift.
Just as Xi Wan and Li Yan were about to leave after planting incense, whispers came from the crowd.
Lu Yuanshan had arrived.
He was dressed in a black suit, and his face was cold. His entire body was filled with a cold and terrifying aura. Many people wanted to go up and greet him, but they were all intimidated by his pair of red eyes.
The Taoist priest who had been in charge of lighting incense in front of the Mourning Hall Lit the Incense and handed it to Lu Yuanshan. Lu Yuanshan did not move, but his eyes were fixed on the ice coffin.
When the Taoist priest in charge of lighting the incense saw that the guest did not take the incense from his hand, he was puzzled and looked up at Lu Yuanshan. When he saw that Lu Yuanshan looked like a storm was about to sweep through the nine regions, he could not help but Shiver and hold the incense in his hand Should he urge him to take it or not?
"This one first"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lu Yuanshan pound the ice coffin with one hand. "Is this the f * Cking answer you gave me? ! Ah? ! Song Xian! You're ruthless, you're really ruthless! ! ! You're F * CKING RUTHLESS! ! ! ! ! "
The Taoist priest was so frightened that he trembled. The incense ashes on his hand fell to the ground.
"F * CK You, get up! Song Xian! Get up! Without my permission, you actually dare to die, dare to die! " At the end of Lu Yuanshan's speech, his fists were clenched into fists. Blue veins popped out, looking so frightening that it made one's heart skip a beat.
Many people were shocked by Lu Yuanshan and did not know what to say.
Just as Lu Yuanshan was going crazy, the other guests who came to attend the funeral arrived. The Taoist Priest saw that the incense was still in his hand and said carefully, "Sir, aren't you going to offer the incense? "
Lu Yuanshan turned his head and stared at the Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest was forced to take a step back and raised his hand awkwardly. Lu Yuanshan then took the three incense sticks and bowed three times with red eyes. He inserted the incense and muttered, "Don't think that I will let your little lover go just because you are dead. Don't think about it, I won't! "
After inserting the incense sticks, he left without sitting for a moment.
The secretary who followed behind him offered the incense sticks to Song Xian. After giving the gift to the person in charge over there, she immediately ran out and followed her boss.
At that time, Xi Wan and Li Yan looked at each other in dismay.
Wu Tianming was in front of Xi Wan and the others. Seeing that Xi Wan was also there, he couldn't help but sigh. "Sigh, he's still so young. He's actually a promising actor. It's such a pity that he's gone just like that. "
"Now that it's like this, Sigh, the scenes he acted in 'the history of the palace' won't be reduced. Just take it as a tribute to him. If the box office goes down the drain, so be it. "