Cannon Fodder is No Longer with Me

"There is a popular group below, MRC is here!"

Chang Yiming and two teammates who looked numb came up from the side of the stage.

He is no longer young, and his popularity has long been at a level that young people now look unfamiliar when they hear names.

Three people picked up the microphone and greeted the audience below with smiling faces, sang two songs, and soon got off the stage.

In the rest room at the back, Chang Yiming looked at two old teammates whom he had not seen for a long time.

All three have gained a lot of weight, and there are many changes from the familiar look before. Several people who were not familiar with each other said hello to each other, and then sat on the side and played with their mobile phones. MRC has been disbanded for many years.

The reason why they haven't left is because there will be a reception later. According to the contract, they have to show up and take a photo with the boss.

This kind of "walking" is a common way of making money for past artists.

However, Yiming used to do it alone. With his current age and almost non-existent popularity, such a commercial performance can be paid 20,000 to 30,000 yuan.

However, the owner of the newly opened store may have been a fan of them, and invited three people at the same time, and said that if the three performed in a fit way, he could double the pay.

Now they are all middle-aged people with families to support, and no one can live with money.

The three of them sat not hidden, and people came and went, not many people recognized them, and no one came to take pictures with them.

After sitting for more than half an hour, a young girl walked in outside. She looked at the three of them and hesitated for a while before coming over.

"Hello, are you Chang Yiming from MRC?" the girl asked tentatively.

She saw someone in the group chatting today that someone in this mall invited a star to perform. I heard that she was a member of a group called MRC a long time ago.

The classmates didn't take it to heart, but she thought of something and hurried over.

Chang Yiming looked at this girl, fourteen or fifteen years old, about the same age as his daughter.

He looked kind: "I am."

The girl's eyes suddenly lit up, and she said happily: "I've seen many of your videos on the Internet, and I've seen them on many stages."

Chang Yiming was a little surprised and a little warm: Do you still have such young fans?

The other two also came over to greet the girl and asked if they wanted to take a photo.

The girl agreed.

After taking the group photo, she suddenly asked cautiously, "I want to ask, do you have any connection with Brother Mu Xing?"

She looked at the three obvious uncles, and it was difficult to admit that they and Mu Xing were the same generation.

The atmosphere suddenly became silent.

Chang Yiming's heart is sure.

He shook his head helplessly: "No, we haven't been in touch for a long time."

The girl was obviously disappointed when she heard the answer, but she politely thanked the three of them before leaving.

Xu Zijia suddenly sneered: "Mu Xing Mu Xing, everyone only remembers Mu Xing, even if we are remembered a little, we have to rely on him!"

He has obviously been unhappy these years, his eyebrows are deeply wrinkled, and he looks a little sinister.

Chang Yiming is much more peaceful, his family is happy, and he has made a lot of money in business performances in these years. Although he is not as popular as he was, he is better than ordinary people.

He said: "But you and I have to admit now that he is indeed a man worthy of being liked by young people."

Xu Zijia glared at him, didn't say anything, kicked the stool, and went outside by herself.

Xu Wen walked up to him and whispered, "In fact, I have often wondered over the years, if Mu Xing hadn't left MRC, what would we be like now?"

Chang Yiming was silent for a while.

He thought about it in his early years, even often.

I wonder if Mu Xing hadn't left the group at that time, would they have taken another path of infinite beauty now.

But now...

He shook his head: "Don't think about it, everything is over. Live your life well now."

Xu Wen sighed: "Yes."

He suddenly whispered: "Actually, I have been watching his live broadcast on the trumpet."

Chang Yiming smiled: "It's a good coincidence, so am I. My daughter is still his fan, and she questioned me if I bullied his brother Xingxing when I was young. She didn't admit us at all. It's a generation."

Xu Wen glanced at Chang Yiming, saw that his face was calm and relieved, and let it go.

"I really envy him. Life is like a fairy. He looks like a fairy, and you can see that life is not troubled."

Chang Yiming said: "Yes, he is different from us."

After the commercial performance, Chang Yiming and Xu Wen added WeChat to chat occasionally, and they became good friends.

One day later, Mu Xing suddenly announced that he would not live broadcast, and disappeared from the public eye so abruptly.

At that time, many people who were not familiar with Mu Xing saw his horror flow for the first time.

No one would have thought that the withdrawal of an elderly anchor from the broadcast would actually cause a bigger shock than the withdrawal of top traffic stars.

Weibo directly crashed for a long time, and the news that lasted for several days was hung on the hot search.

And then, one year, two years.

Occasionally, there are sporadic netizens who happen to meet Mu Xing in a certain scenic spot or see a person who is suspected of Mu Xing. Whenever there is such news, they can always be directly on the hot search.

There are also fans who speculate from Mu Xing's remarks on that day and these fragmentary news that he seems to be traveling for a long time, and randomly stays at various attractions, looking forward to meeting him once.

This thing has even become a stalk called "Looking for Mu Xing".

Many years have passed.

Chang Yiming became a grandfather, and his great-granddaughter can speak.

One day, Xincheng County official WeChat, who already had a lot of fans, suddenly posted a message.

Mu Xing left.

Official Weibo said that he had no illness and walked peacefully, and he seemed to have a premonition not long before he left.

Official Weibo also released a Weibo account that Mu Xing has never been exposed to, which is the record of his life over the years, which is the last gift left to fans.

Many fans could not help crying, Chang Yiming also sat in front of the window for a long time when he heard the news.

"Grandpa, what's the matter with you?" There was a gentle push from his knees.

Chang Yiming bows her head, she is the two-year-old great-granddaughter.

The little girl was opening her eyes wide and said in a milky voice, "Why don't you talk, are you uncomfortable?"

Chang Yiming touched the child's head with a trembling hand, and said with a smile, "It's okay, I just remembered something from a long time ago and felt a little emotional."

The little girl didn't understand very well, and instinctively felt that the grandfather was not very happy. Leaning against him gently, he whispered, "Don't think about it, look at Niuniu."

"Okay, my grandfather doesn't want it anymore, look at my sweet girl."