Senior Superstar

In the movie theater.

A group of netizens who are accustomed to free prostitution on video sites and post barrage, have never abided by the rules of no noise in theaters from the very beginning.

As the plot progressed to the seventh act, the discussion in the cinema became more turbulent.

For the role of Hong Shan, it is obvious that the audience has a lot of feelings.

"Actually, have you noticed? There are quite a lot of people like Hong Shan in their lives. They look the same when they are at work, but they look different when they are at home or outside of work."

"I am the manager! When I am working, I am full of passion. I feel that the world is left to him to conquer. He is very patient and passionate about everyone. But after leaving the work state, the whole person seems to be autistic."

"Such people are actually quite split. They only have career in their hearts and nothing else at all."

"Maybe only when they are working, they are their real selves."

"Who knows, anyway, I don't want to find such a husband tomorrow."

"Thinking about it, it's actually quite sad. The current society is like this. If you don't work hard, you can only be competed by others. But if you work hard, you will inevitably lose yourself. In the end, you will only give yourself blood. , a high-level social animal of 996 every day."

"Shut up, I think you're alluding to something."

"Have been offended."

Amidst the joyful barrage of human flesh, the plot on the big screen is still going on;

Hong Shan, who was poked in the heart by his son's words at the scene of the imitation contest, returned to work.

Facing the live broadcast materials sent by his colleagues, he silently put them aside. For the first time, he sat in his office and thought about things other than work.

This thought lasted from noon to evening.

"Mr. Hong, if you are fine, we are off work?"

Until a colleague's knock on the door interrupted Hong Shan's thoughts.

He regained his composure, opened the door of the office, and nodded to his colleagues.

"Let's go."

Just as a group of colleagues nodded and left, he muttered something in a low voice.

"Go home. Spend time with your family and have a nice weekend."

"Zhou, happy weekend. You also leave work early, thanks to Mr. Hong."

This sentence is a farewell to normal colleagues elsewhere, making everyone present feel like they have seen a ghost.

After bowing solemnly to Hong Shan one after another, the people left talking in low voices.

Seeing his colleagues whispering to each other with strange expressions and disappearing into the corridor, Hong Shan gave a wry smile. He locked the door and walked into the bathroom.

There, a figure was still busy.

Of course it was Li Dazhi.

"cough,"

Standing behind Dazhi, Hong Shan coughed lightly.

"Mr. Hong! You, you haven't left yet. I just finished mopping the floor, so it might be a little slippery. Hahaha, I put detergent in the mopping water. It will be cleaner this way."

Facing Dazhi with a bright smile, Hong Shan was a little embarrassed for a moment. To hide his embarrassment, he took out his cigarette and lighter.

But at the moment when he was about to ignite, he was dragged down by a pair of big hands.

"The leader said that smoking in the toilet is not allowed."

"."

Keeping the smoking posture, Hong Shan will never die.

After a long while, he smiled awkwardly.

"I went to the Rubik's Cube competition at noon, and Xiao Yi was very sad. He told me that I am not as good as you, maybe I really am not a good father."

"Hehehe erh, Ding Ding was angry with me once, too. Because Dazhi couldn't watch TV with her, she said she would throw Dazhi out of the door. However, Dazhi knew that she was just expressing that she was angry, so she I can't bear to throw me out. As long as I coax her, we will, we will make up. Many times, she just wants me to listen to her talk and what she is thinking. Heheheuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Looking at Dazhi's innocent smiling face, Hong Shan smiled wryly.

"Xiao Yi is right, I'm really not as good as you. By the way, what happened to you and your daughter that you told me before?"

Leaning his body on the sink in the bathroom, Hong Shan turned his attention to Dazhi.

This is the first time for him to communicate with Dazhi seriously without being impatient.

Putting down the mop, Dazhi took out the photo that had been copied hundreds of times from his pocket.

He put away the naive smile on his face, although he still made small movements because of his mental retardation, his eyes became serious.

"This, this is Ding Ding, my daughter. She was snatched away by the orphanage."

The plot is here, and the picture fades away.

A commercial vehicle drove slowly out of the gate of the orphanage.

In the rear window of the car, a small face was clawing at the door frame, with big eyes searching for something.

That's Tintin.

In the car, noticing Ding Ding's emotions, the woman on the side smiled slightly and put her hand on her shoulder.

"Ding Ding, mom will take you home soon, mom is very happy."

The flattery didn't get a response.

"Ding Ding, when you get to our house, mom will take you to KFC, okay?"

The big eyes reflected on the car window dimmed.

"Do you have pancakes in your KFC?"

"this"

Women really don't know what kind of KFC sells pancakes.

"If you want to eat, mom can take you to find it! As long as you ask, no matter what it is, mom will do it."

"Then let me go home, my own home."

The little face turned around, and there was no joy, only resentment.

"There are so many children in the orphanage, why is it me?"

Faced with this question that was completely out of age, the woman's eyes became flustered.

In the panic, there was a hint of anger.

"Ding Ding, mom knows you can't let him go. But mom told you that he really can't raise you well. The orphanage has already made it clear to him that he won't come."

As soon as the woman's voice fell, a magnetic voice sounded on the radio in the car;

"Hello, audience friends. Welcome to FM95.8 traffic radio. I am your old friend Hong Shan. Today's "Hong Shan Helps You Tell" will have some changes in the process. Today we do not select viewers who call for help. We will It was a colleague of mine.

His name is Li Dazhi. This might be a very common name, but what happened to Da Zhi was not at all common.

The story started one night six years ago. After losing Tintin, Dazhi was wandering in this city with a population of more than ten million. He didn't know where Tintin would go, and he didn't know how to find Tintin. , but he never gave up the pace of chasing love!

Here, I hope that the majority of viewers and friends can extend your helping hand, pay attention to the official account of the program and forward the notice of missing persons. Help this father, who is mentally handicapped but knows how to love and accept love, find his daughter! "

"Ding Ding huh huh huh huh, I'm on the radio. If you hear it, be obedient. Remember to wear long johns, and remember to go to bed on time at night, so that you can grow taller. You must eat on time, and you can't be picky eaters. Hehe uh uh uh , before Dad, before Dad finds you, you must be fine!"

Listening to Dazhi's naive voice on the radio, Ding Ding's gloomy gaze became sharp!

"Got it, I know Dad! Dad, come and pick me up quickly! Tintin misses you so much!"

Looking at the joyful daughter in the car, the woman's face turned blue.

at the same time.

In cat tail alley.

"It's Dazhi!"

"It's really Dazhi, God, Dazhi is on the radio!"

"Ha! Dazhi really has a way, can Ding Ding come back this time? Surely he can come back?!"

"Ouyou, this little red guy is quite resourceful, what a fool is blessed!"

At the entrance of the alley, Teacher Zhou smiled slightly when he heard Dazhi's simple voice on the radio. He picked up the river-crossing cannon on the chessboard and dropped it with a snap.

"Will!"

"Oh old Zhou, Ning, just now you were too happy to be happy for Dazhi, and you didn't pay attention to your move at all! Don't count, do it all over again!"

in the city.

Noisy fast food restaurants, speeding taxis, benches by the square, offices at night, sofas in the living room

In countless mobile phones, their forwarding began.

Xiaoan's house.

Sitting on top of a pile of resumes, Xiao An sent out the circle of friends in the mobile phone, and then set his sights on Da Zhi who was busy in the kitchen.

"Hello!"

"ah."

Dazhi, who was wearing an apron, turned his head with a silly smile on his face.

"Fool, it really belongs to you!"

"Hehehe, Goose Goose, Dazhi, Dazhi is also very powerful! Dazhi, Dazhi is about to find Tintin."

Seeing Dazhi's happiness leaking out of every pore, Xiaoan gave a forced smile.

She looked at her phone.

On WeChat, the latest message reads;

"You just die outside, your mother and I don't care!"