Chapter 295 Sure enough, my brother's optimism is all fake
Zhang Li and Han Yan were both still awake, watching the fun.
Especially seeing the black fans group adding fuel to the fire.
The black fans were undoubtedly jealous of Mo Mo and the others’ high-profile wishing Wu Mu a happy birthday.
Everyone is a lemon.
What does that mean? The man they had already “abandoned” is now in high demand, even the national pop diva and superstars are trying to get him, right?
As for the fact that Korean fans came out to expel domestic fans from the fan club, they were ecstatic.
That’s it, it’s better for both sides to fight first!
So they all went out again, pretending to be passers-by and Wu Mu's fans, and fanned the flames everywhere.
Hmm, it seems they found a new way to hack that damn thing?
You can stir up conflicts between that bastard’s domestic fans and foreign fans!
Everyone was having fun, and someone in the group discovered Wu Mu's new movement.
"That bastard posted a new Weibo."
"I posted a video, it seems like I was singing."
"Heh, it's past three o'clock and he's still not asleep. Why didn't he die of sudden death earlier?"
"Everyone go to his new Weibo and play the role of his fans to scold those Han fans. His Han fans will definitely go to see it now."
This was what everyone had planned, but after everyone was attracted to check the Weibo post, the group fell strangely into silence.
Han Yan and Zhang Li looked at the group chat which had been silent for a long time, and curiously switched out, clicked on Weibo, and found Wu Mu's account.
As soon as they clicked on Wu Mu's Weibo page, they saw Wu Mu's latest Weibo post.
Wu Mu's Evolution: "I can't send letters home, the autumn geese are flying south again, I wish myself a happy birthday."
They had never heard of this poem, but they understood its literal meaning.
Wu Mu, he doesn’t seem very happy on his birthday?
The new Weibo post also came with a video.
They clicked on it in confusion, and Wu Mu appeared in the video, filming himself with a selfie stick in one hand and holding a guitar in the other, walking on an empty street.
He waved his guitar-holding hand slightly, smiled and said to the camera, "Good evening, everyone. I have received everyone's birthday wishes. Thank you for your blessings. I also received blessings from friends, many of which I didn't have time to reply to, so I recorded a video to thank everyone."
"Also, I couldn't sleep at night, so I came out to play a song for everyone."
"But the hotel where the crew is staying has poor soundproofing, and it's too cold outside, so I'll find a small restaurant that's still open to play."
Play a tune?
Zhang Li and the other person's attention was immediately attracted.
As we all know, singing and playing music have always been Wu Mu's specialties.
Everyone accompanied Wu Mu to find a restaurant.
The journey was not boring either. Wu Mu chatted with everyone casually. "The temperature in Beijing has dropped in the past two days. The temperature dropped all of a sudden. When I passed by the Xiaonan River nearby the day before yesterday, the river was not frozen yet. When I went to see it this morning, it was completely frozen."
Zhang Li felt that this man seemed to have a special affinity since the house collapsed. Listening to him talk was like listening to friends chatting there. Even if he was talking about trivial things with no content, she would not feel bored.
Of course, it may also be because he is too eye-catching, so whatever he says seems attractive.
Zhang Li listened quietly. Her best friend Han Yan was also listening and complaining, "Isn't he cold wearing such thin clothes? It's minus 6 or 7 degrees outside now. Isn't he afraid of catching a cold again?"
Wu Mu had a good physique and didn't feel cold. He chatted all the way and soon found a small restaurant that was still open at this time.
"Boss, can I come to your shop and sit for a while and play guitar?"
The owner of the small restaurant did not appear on camera, but his voice could be heard.
"Sure, sure. There's no one in the store right now. Are you the big star who lives nearby?"
"Hahaha, I'm not some big star."
"My daughter likes you very much. I told her that you were filming nearby, and she called me for more than an hour. She can't come back from vacation, can you sign an autograph for her?" Even just by listening to the voice, you can hear the happiness of the restaurant owner.
Han Yan couldn't help but mutter, "Wu Gou has really become successful now. He has fans wherever he goes."
It seems that he is even more famous than before his collapse.
"It must have been a coincidence, but he is very recognizable now. Once you have seen him, you will never forget him."
When ordinary celebrities, even top stars like Xiao Yi, are seen by strangers, they will not think whether he is a celebrity or not.
They still have a lot of ugly photos of themselves offline.
But when it comes to Wu Mu, everyone who sees him will subconsciously wonder whether he is a celebrity.
And there is no ugly look at all. Even if the photo was taken by passers-by at a fatal angle, it still looks like a retouched photo, and the skin and temperament are so clean that it is scary.
After signing for the restaurant owner, Wu Mu sat down at a seat in the store and placed his phone on the table, facing him.
It's time to start playing the song.
Both girlfriends sat up straight.
Wu Mu held the guitar, "A new song, 'Yearning Across Time and Space'."
Longing that transcends time and space?
Wu Mu gently plucked the strings, briefly tested the sound, and then began to play.
Zhang Li and Han Yan listened quietly.
It's just a simple song, without any singing, and it's not like when Wu Mu sings that you can be drawn into the song as soon as you hear it.
but.
Listening to this melodious and soothing melody, the two of them felt increasingly depressed.
"Yearning Across Time and Space" is a very well-known song on Earth in the previous life. Not only is it very popular, but it has also been played in dozens of versions for various instruments such as the dongxiao, dizi, guqin, erhu, etc.
Because the song uses a lot of minor chords, the melody is mostly downward, and there are many leaps and steps, so it is a relatively sad song overall.
Zhang Li and Han Yan don't have any professional knowledge of music, but they can still hear the emotion of the song simply by listening.
Especially this melody combined with the way Mu looks in the video now.
Unlike his usual relaxed appearance of always smiling and chatting with everyone like a friend, Wu Mu, who was playing the tune at this moment, seemed to be immersed in the music.
There was a look on his face that no one had ever seen before, one of nostalgia, sadness and loneliness.
It feels like being abandoned alone in a world with only one person, without familiar friends, familiar family, or people to communicate with. It is a deep feeling of loneliness.
Zhang Li has seen many of Wu Mu's live performances, some of which were not good. She has seen Wu Mu's emotions sink into sadness, despair, numbness, guilt, etc. when he sings.
But I have never seen him alone.
An indescribable feeling of heartache filled her heart.
Han Yan, her best friend standing next to her, was also obviously worried.
The song is only about two or three minutes long and is finished very quickly.
After finishing playing, Wu Mu in the video seemed to have come out specifically to play this song. He smiled and waved at the camera, "Okay, I'm done. That's it. I'm going back to sleep. I have another show tomorrow."
After the video ended, Wu Mu was able to fall asleep, but Zhang Li and Han Yan couldn't sleep.
After two seconds of silence, Han Yan let out a long sigh.
I have a lot of things I want to say and ask, but I feel like there is no need to ask.
After all, I have long known that the more I get in touch with this person, the more I understand that he has a variety of rich emotions in his heart.
When they thought about the idol they loved so much in the past, and how his past was so dark, and how they, the fans, never knew about it before, they felt a little distressed. And they also felt more and more that the collapse of his reputation might not be so unforgivable.
The two of them finally understood what was going on with those silent black fans in the black fan group.
They didn't really want to talk at this time.
I just quietly clicked on the comment section of Wu Mu’s new Weibo, wanting to see what everyone was saying.
"Who did Wu Gou play this song for? Damn it, is Wu Gou doing this on purpose? He always abuses his fans like this, and it makes me feel psychologically burdened to call him Wu Gou. No, I have to remember how he acts like a dog cutting leeks!"
"The longing that transcends time and space, ah, probably thinking of his parents."
"Is there no one who can tell me what happened to Wu Gou's family? At first I just thought his parents died in an accident, but now, the more I look at it, the more I feel something is wrong."
"Some people say that there have been revelations online, but they are all exaggerated and have little truth to them."
"No one can check the household registration directly. What is the situation in the dog's file this afternoon?"
"Don't do anything stupid. This is against the law. Since Wu Gou doesn't want to talk about it and hasn't revealed anything for so many years, why bother to get to the bottom of it?"
"Yes, don't be stupid enough to do such a thing. And considering Wu Gou's character, if you really dare to use official means to do such a thing, he will definitely not let you go. Don't lose your hat and get thrown into jail for pretending to be cool."
At first, there were comments from passers-by.
But soon, some fans began to speak out.
"Brother Wu Mu, we will always be with you!"
"Brother Wu Mu, you are not alone in the world. You still have many fans who support you in Korea."
"We love you, Wu Mu brother."
This is what Han fans say.
Han fans are heartbroken.
It turns out that my brother’s usual strong and optimistic appearance is all fake!
How could it be possible that there would be no impact after being treated like that by these people in China!
No matter how optimistic and happy you pretend to be at other times, on a birthday like this, you still can't help but expose your loneliness.
He must be thinking about trying hard to gain recognition from those people in China who are cyberbullying him through his abilities and performance, but those Chinese audiences are simply heartless bastards!
Brother Wu Mu should leave China immediately and debut in Korea!
In addition to Han fans, there is another type of comments.
"Wu Mu, you are not alone. We will always support you."
"Although I don't know about your past, I hope you can get over it. There are many fans and friends who support you."
"Although you may not need fans, many of us have been paying attention to your situation."
Judging from the fact that they call him Wu Mu instead of Wu Mu Ge or Wu Gou, these people are most likely his Chinese fans.
It seems like something is really wrong with my brother this time. He posted a video with such a bad mood on his birthday, and everyone is somewhat uneasy.
It's not true that he is pretending to be happy and optimistic at ordinary times, and then it's exposed on his birthday or when it's late at night.
Wu Mu's fans, who had been observing secretly, couldn't help but speak out in support.
Well, it was these remarks of theirs that immediately aroused the indignation of Han fans.
"You don't need to be hypocritical here. When Wu Mu was facing constant online violence, why didn't you speak up for him?"
"When faced with bullying and cyber violence, you who stand by and pretend not to see are also murderers!"
"Yes, you don't deserve to be Wu Mu's fans!"
Han fans are united in their hatred of the enemy, and they seem to be acting as if heresy is more hateful than paganism.
Wu Mu’s domestic fans are so angry.
These Han fans are separated by the Internet and the context is different, so they don’t have such deep feelings about many things.
Why don’t you come out and speak for Wu Mu?
Don't you have back pain when you talk while standing?
Sometimes they want to scold that guy, does he need them to talk?
With the kind of attitude you guys have, if you come to China, just wait to be expelled from the fan club by that bastard!
Domestic fans are too lazy to pay attention to those who are also willing to spend money on Wu Mu, and just silently push their own comments up.
Han fans did not back down and started to support their side.
The two sides are competing with each other.
The passers-by who were originally feeling uncomfortable now became happy.
Okay, okay, Noon Dog fans are really going to split into two factions, right?
That’s it, fight, fight!
Wu Mu didn’t know whether a fight broke out online, but he knew he was in trouble.
After briefly venting his emotions, he took his guitar and went back to the hotel to sleep.
Then when he woke up the next day, he felt dizzy, uncomfortable and nauseous, and he immediately thought to himself, "Oh no!"
No, he wouldn't catch a cold!
The physical fitness level of over 80 in the system is fake!
Wu Mu got up drowsily, put on his clothes, and wanted to go to a nearby clinic.
Outside, Lin Qingyue woke him up later today as she had said yesterday, as the crew had already gone out to film.
However, there were some crew members left behind in the hotel.
"Teacher Wu Mu"
A stagehand saw him and wanted to say hello, but when his eyes fell on Wu Mu's pale face, he immediately felt something was wrong.
"Teacher Wu Mu, what's wrong with you?"
Wu Mu's voice was frighteningly hoarse, "I feel a little unwell."
The groundskeeper quickly stepped forward to support him, and then couldn't help but reach out and touch his forehead, "You have a fever! It's so hot!"
"I'll call Director Lin."
"No, there's a clinic nearby. I can go there myself." Wu Mu waved his hand.
Unfortunately, the venue staff ignored it.
Humph, he is not stupid. If he doesn't call to report such things, he will really be in trouble.
After the call was made, Lin Qingyue came back quickly.
She looked at Wu Mu who was already in a nearby clinic and laughed helplessly, "I asked you to go outside and play guitar last night."
As he spoke, he reached out and touched his forehead, "Did you measure the temperature?"
Wu Mu was still groggy, and smiled a little guilty, "You know, I'm still measuring."
"You made such a big noise, how could I not know?"
(End of this chapter)
