"Sorry."
Song Yuan merely said the words aloud, then turned his head and continued lecturing Nuomi: "If you want to do something without anyone knowing, an accident is the best choice. The key is the word 'accident.' How can it be made more realistic, leaving no trace..."
Nuomi listened intently, his brow furrowed, his round, big eyes already flashing with the light of intelligence.
To prevent the two from going astray, Xia Weiliang quietly turned on the television. The cautionary prelude of "Xinwen Lianbo" (Xinwen Lianbo, literally "News Broadcast") came through.
At that moment, Ji Huan called, asking them to check Weibo.
"Weiwei Jie, look, Liu Yaozong posted on Weibo!!"
Xia Weiliang opened her phone and saw that Liu Yaozong had revealed the truth of the whole incident on Weibo.
He clearly described his going to buy water, then his mother suddenly collapsing, and his own helpless feelings at the time.
Liu Yaozong's writing style was very ordinary, lacking flowery language, but it was sincere and touching.
He said: [I am my parents' only son. I never suffered hardship or exhaustion since I was little. After growing up, I fantasized about starting a business, but ended up using my parents' life savings... To put it nicely, I'm just a prodigal. Actually, I'm a damn scoundrel!]
[Even if I'm nothing, at least I know one thing: I won't abandon my parents, and I won't deny my ancestors!]
[...My mother's condition wasn't very serious, but she had many minor ailments, and the doctor advised her to stay in the hospital for rest. Thinking about the hospitalization fees, I really didn't dare to look the doctor in the eye. It was the first time I felt useless, so utterly useless! Even if I went to borrow money immediately, who would be willing to lend to us?]
[But later, the doctor told me not to worry about the money, that someone had paid all the expenses for me and told me to let my mother stay and recuperate before being discharged... But I didn't even have the courage to thank her in person. I'm truly useless...]
[Seeing so many people on the internet scolding her, and so many sympathizing with another Miss Xia, I couldn't understand it at all! What's wrong with this world? Do you scold people based on your mood? Or based on the almanac? How did all the talents who can dictate destiny end up online? With just a word, they can determine good and evil, life and death. While others are busy saving the world, you're busy finding fault. Is it that whoever finds more differences can claim more territory when dictating destiny? Damn it, they're more like scoundrels than I am!]
He concluded with the word "fuck," a masterstroke for the perfect ending to the year's best copywriting.
Liu Yaozong's little essay scolding people became popular, especially the line "Damn it, they're more like scoundrels than I am," which went viral.
It's worth mentioning that to prevent those scoundrels online from finding fault, Liu Yaozong directly posted the chat screenshot of Xia Yiran asking him to send luggage. The most interesting part was his remark for Xia Yiran: "Liu Yiran doesn't have the surname Liu."
Instantly, Liu Yaozong's image as a "prodigal younger brother" was solidified. It was the kind that says, "I know I'm a prodigal," and not only am I a prodigal, but I'm also a scoundrel!
But you scoundrels are not even as good as me!
This move was indeed ruthless. The more he denounced himself as someone who couldn't be found in any lineage, the more he belittled those keyboard warriors and anti-fans!
His actions indeed won him a lot of goodwill from Liang fans!
[What the hell! A talent! I like this little scoundrel!]
[Heh, another little pitiful one "Liang-ified"... Welcome to the family!!!]
[Well said! T]
The backstage was not spacious, and the six guests squeezed into a lounge. The man casually found a corner to sit, stretching out his long legs that had nowhere to go, elongating his figure. He tilted his head, leaned against the wall, and lazily closed his eyes...