The Rebirth of the Internet Celebrity Godfather

In a rental house, the windows were covered by heavy curtains, preventing any sunlight from entering.

The TV was on, but no one was watching it.

There was a boy with his hair covering his eyes, sitting in front of the computer, staring at the screen in a daze.

""My Readme"

I often wonder, what is the meaning of life? I saw the news that a little boy was born with a disease. He could not hear, see, or speak. All the ways he communicated with the outside world, and everything from

Channels for the outside world to obtain information are inherently deprived.

He often falls into mania for no reason, getting angry, roaring, and smashing everything he can touch. His roaring voice is terrifying, and he is more beastly than a wild beast, and more desperate than dying.

Was he doing this a way to prove his existence? He couldn't perceive the world, so he used all his actions, physically and vocally, to try his best and use all his strength.

But it was in vain, he could not see the things he destroyed, and he could not hear the roars he made.

All he had was the pain in the endless darkness.

What is the meaning of his coming to this world? Is he simply here to suffer?

Or is humanity itself meaningless?

Me, what about me?

I have been studying all my life, I graduated at the age of 23, and I have been working for a few years and I am almost 30. I work hard all day for a distant garage, and I hear the boss’s accusations and my parents’ urgings. What’s the point of living like this?

In a person's life, happiness is short-lived and pain is eternal.

I think many people like me would have given up on themselves long ago if it weren't for their parents.

But, parents, do I really deserve to live in this world..."

The cursor was still blinking, but he couldn't play anymore anyway.

He pulled his hair in pain. Under the fluorescent light of the screen, he could see a pale face and bloodshot eyeballs.

"I'm a waste... a waste..."

Suddenly, he looked at the fruit knife on the computer table that was not used to cut fruit.

Picked it up slowly.

At this time, a song came from the TV that he had always used as background music.

The melody of the song was something he had heard before.

But the singing voice is so old.

He looked back and saw a group of gray-haired elderly people, with dazzling smiles on their faces, singing a classic song...

He listened quietly, motionless.

In the rental house, the only sounds were his breathing and the sound of the television.

Until the song ended, he suddenly stood up, walked to the window, opened the heavy curtains, and pushed open the window.

Suddenly, the warm sunshine hit his face, and the noisy voices and cars merged into a torrent, hitting him from all directions.

He cried.

…

A middle-aged man was walking on the road, dragging his suitcase and carrying a bag.

He held his cell phone and turned on the navigation, looking for the hotel he had booked for 54 nights.

Walking to the roadside, he saw a noodle shop. It was very small and shabby. There was a wooden board with childish strokes saying: Noodles six yuan.

After a little hesitation, he walked in with his suitcase.

The noodle shop is run by an old couple. After a brief communication, the middle-aged man ordered a bowl of the most ordinary noodles.

The noodles were ready and he ate them.

The old couple raised their heads and watched the TV hanging on the wall.

This was a burst of melodious singing coming from the TV. The middle-aged man didn't pay attention at first, but as he listened, he began to sob.

Whimpering softly, like a wounded old animal.

He looked at his reflection through the black screen of his mobile phone.

Sparse hair, wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, dim eyes, messy beard.

He suddenly remembered that a young man seemed to have made some oath one summer more than twenty years ago.

What is the content of the oath?

He couldn't remember.

…

Inside the Hunan Times office building.

After Editor Li cursed his subordinates, he angrily returned to the office.

He turned on the TV and changed channels frantically, but when he tuned to Shonan TV, the content on the TV seemed to attract him.

He didn't change the channel again and watched a program quietly.

After the program ended, he opened the address book on his mobile phone and dialed the number of "Director Wang of Economics and Television".

…

Shonan Economic Television.

"Hello, this is Shonan Economic TV Station. What do you want?"

"Hey, auntie, please speak slowly."

"Oh, you mean when the program we just aired will be re-broadcast, right? What time are you talking about? It's around three o'clock?"

"I'm sorry, we don't have any reruns scheduled for this show."

"I will give feedback to the leader. Please pay attention to the program schedule we published online. Hey, you can ask your child to help take a look."

"Is there anything else you need to ask? Okay, bye."

Xiaomei is an operator at Xiangnan Economic Television. After hanging up the phone, she complained to her colleague Xiaoli:

"The program "Shonan Fashion" that can't survive has people asking for a rerun."

Xiaoli whispered: "I heard that if there is no improvement after a few more issues, I will be cut off. Isn't this a request? Are you trying to fool the leader?"

Xiaomei said: "It's really possible. As a director, anything can be acted."

"Ring ring ring——"

Another phone ringing interrupted their conversation.

Xiaomei picked up the phone, listened for a while, then covered the phone and said to Xiaoli:

"Another one comes."

After saying that, she cleared her throat and put on a business-like voice and said, "You mean to ask what the name of that song is? You can search it in the music software."

"Can't find it? It's impossible, right? In this case, you can call me again in an hour, and I can get to know you first. Is it okay?"

"Okay, thank you for your understanding, goodbye."

"Ring ring ring——"

Xiaoli was watching a play, and the phone rang on her side:

"Hello, this is Shonan Economic TV Station."

"Oh, you also asked about the program "Hunan Fashion"?"

"Yes, many people have asked before you."

"Yes, we did have some shortcomings in this program before. Thank you for your support. We will continue to work hard."

"call--"

Xiaomei Xiaoli put down the phone at the same time and looked at each other.

"Ring ring ring——"

Then they looked at the phone together, as if looking at some monster, and shuddered.

Over the next hour, calls continued to come in.

Some people praised their program, some asked about the name of the song, some asked when it would be replayed, and some asked if the video could be put online. The most outrageous thing was that another person called in and said about their program.

, saved his life.

Xiaomei and Xiaoli's notebooks are filled with notes.

After answering the last call, Xiaomei slumped down in her chair.

The more Xiaoli thought about it, the more wrong she became. She said tentatively: "Do you think it's possible that these phone calls are not delays? Of course, I'm just saying it's possible."

Xiaomei: "The possibility you mentioned is extremely possible. Moreover, what I am most curious about is what kind of program it is."

Xiaoli's eyes lit up: "Damn it, now that you say that, I'm curious too! Are you going to ask?"

"Okay! Give me the notebook." After saying that, Xiaomei stood up, holding two full notebooks, and said, "I'll go find the leader."