Chapter 30: The younger brother of the cannon fodder actor in the entertainment industry

looked over and over again. Pei Xinglin was actually not very willing to let his younger brother sleep under a big tree alone, so apart from glancing at his younger brother from time to time, he would speed up the movements of his hands and use his best strength. Harvest the rice in this land as quickly as possible.

Xiao Duoyue didn't sleep well. There were always a lot of people in his dreams, a dark sky, noisy sounds, and sharp and continuous questions.

The pages of the book kept turning, and it was already on the last few pages. The protagonist of the story was no longer the protagonist Ding Moshu in the original book, but was replaced by Liu Yang, whom he had a close relationship with.

"You can't say it! What will others think if you tell me! Say I'm a coward who runs away from battle! Someone who doesn't even care about his own grandfather?" Liu Yang in the dream was almost crazy, which scared Xiao Duoyue.

Grandpa Liu in the dream didn’t appear for some reason. The one who appears most in the picture is Liu Yang.

Xiao Duoyue looked around, trying to find his brother, but he couldn't see him.

Where is my brother? Where is my brother! As long as he was dreaming, he was worried about his brother. Because my brother has lost too much luck, the brother who was supposed to be shining with gold has now almost turned into a gray person. Pei Duoyue didn't dare to dwell on what his brother had gone through.

Perhaps the emotion in his heart was too strong, and the scene finally turned from the crazy and gloomy Liu Yang to his brother.

However, his brother was so decadent that he could hardly recognize him! His arm was swollen and twisted, and he was surrounded by many reporters.

"Now netizens are telling you to get out of the entertainment industry. Do you agree?" The reporter's voice became louder than the last.

"A netizen revealed that you once plagiarized and bullied your classmates for a paper. Is this true? Do you admit it? The person who broke the news is said to be your junior high school classmate!"

"How do you feel about leaving a 70-year-old man and running away alone? Are you guilty?" The reporter looked at Pei Xinglin with a look of disdain, and then said, "No, do you feel guilty?"

They couldn't see his injured arm, and countless microphones were thrown in front of him, and he didn't speak to him at all. Given the opportunity, they talked about what they thought was right. In front of the camera, they looked down on the seventeen-year-old boy from a moral standpoint and did not think that their reports would bring any impact to others. No harm done, because they just look down on the person in front of them.

Pei Duoyue felt so uncomfortable. It was really uncomfortable to see his brother's appearance of not wanting to resist at all. Why is my brother like this? Why are so many people surrounding him? As reporters, shouldn't they find out the truth of the matter?

He looked at his brother's body covered in dust, and the light of his soul was as dim as a candlelight in the wind and rain, almost invisible. If he hadn't come, how many more worlds could my brother have experienced? There is also the exhaustion of the soul accumulated in hundreds and thousands of worlds. My brother seems to have been suppressed and has no strength to speak. It's like this world, with no logic and no brains. Everyone regards my brother as a sinner, and in the end he will be criticized by everyone.

Pei Duoyue was so scared, afraid that his brother wouldn't be able to hold on. He tried his best to rush into the screen, but he couldn't get in.

He also saw that Ding Moshu was with Liu Yang. Because Liu Yang was crazy, his family was worried about him. At this time, Ding Moshu saved Liu Yang and was extremely grateful to his family. As a reporter When they came again, the Liu family would not answer reporters' questions about Grandpa Liu at all, or they would just be vague. Instead, they would use all their gratitude to Ding Moshu.

He saw that in order to get rid of the influence of his previous brother, the program team happened to encounter Liu Yang's incident again, so the program team made Ding Moshu a patient, kind and brave young man.

But unfortunately, my brother and Ding Moshu came from the same program. The reason why they are in this situation now is because of things from the same family. It is a perfect contrast, a perfect composition material, and a perfect news subject.

"Brother! Brother!" Pei Duoyue wanted to hate him to death. Looking at the silent young man surrounded by the crowd, he wanted to hate him to death!

I hate those system hosts who can open world passages at will, I hate those superior missionaries who don't take the three thousand worlds of life seriously, and I hate those ancestors who were blinded by love and sacrificed the fate of their own people.

Pei Duoyue is very hateful. He hates why those people can play with other people's fate so casually. He hates why people in this world always fail to see the truth and follow the protagonist. He hates that this world also exists by competing for other people's luck.

"Baby! What's wrong, baby? Are you having a nightmare?" Pei Duoyue, who was confused and trapped in powerless hatred, felt himself being picked up.

"Brother! Wuwuwu, brother." Pei Duoyue came back to her senses, hugged her brother's neck and cried bitterly.

He hates this world so much, he suddenly hates it so much.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Pei Xinglin hugged his little body and touched his little head. He was flustered. He didn't know that his brother suddenly started crying again, and he was very sad.

He was worried about his brother's injury and wanted to hold him and comfort him, so he was busy in some rare moments.

"Brother, Xiaotu, Xiaotu hates them so much." Pei Duoyue, the crybaby, burst into tears again, and even soaked Pei Xinglin's clothes.

"Tell your brother who Xiaotu hates. Brother and Xiaotu hate them together." Pei Xinglin changed the child's position, so that Xiao Duoyue's cheeks were exposed a little so that he could wipe his tears.

The two of them say they are brothers, but in fact they are not very similar. My younger brother is a little straight-shooter. He can always fully express his love and make others feel warm. Even my father, who has always only respected iron-blooded education, will hug Xiao Duoyue. Unlike myself, I can't always say what I should say.

He also has a different personality. There are some things that he would never say even if he was beaten to death. Sometimes being stubborn can make people feel very annoying.

Xiao Duoyue is very cute. He is glad that he has such a little brother, so he has a little cotton-padded jacket to whom he can express his family affection and thoughts.

Pei Xinglin wiped the tears on his younger brother's face distressedly, and was a little worried that his cheek would feel uncomfortable for a while. They were not the same in this regard. His younger brother's skin was too tender and beautiful. He should have been more dull when he was a child. .

"Brother, please don't play with that Liu Yang. Xiaotu hates him, he slanders his brother, and he likes Ding Moshu." Pei Duoyue was still immersed in his dream. He really hated those people.

"If you don't play with Liu Yang, my brother will hate them too." Pei Xinglin has always felt that he is sane recently and seems to be able to follow his heart.

"Don't play with Liu Yang. He is a bad person. He spoke ill of his brother in front of the TV." Pei Duoyue was comforted by his brother. He sucked the straw that Pei Xinglin handed to him and was still expressing his thoughts with his brother.

"Is the baby dreaming again?" Pei Xinglin touched his brother's forehead, looked at his face, and checked whether he had hurt himself because of crying so hard just now.

"I was dreaming. My brother is so miserable." Pei Duoyue felt uncomfortable again.

"Brother doesn't want to play with them." Pei Xinglin did not hesitate.

He promised his brother that what he said was true. If Liu Yang didn't make his brother comfortable, he would not have contact with him. It was the same with Ding Moshu before. He stopped contacting Ding Moshu, but he didn't pay attention to Ding Moshu.

He regretted not paying attention to his brother's words. Moreover, I don’t know why, it has been two nights, and he has also dreamed of some strange things. He wants to treat them as dreams, but every time he wakes up, the feeling of sadness and anger that is so suppressed that he can’t breathe is still there. Filled his chest.

If it was a dream, then that feeling would be too real. People were coming and going inside and he couldn't remember it clearly every time he woke up, but he really couldn't forget that feeling.

Thinking of this, he hugged his brother even more distressedly. Could it be that Xiao Duoyue's dream was similar? If this was the case, how could his small body contain such great discomfort?

"Don't play with Liu Yang, you bad guy." After sucking for a while, Pei Duoyue forgot what he had just dreamed about, but he remembered that he hated Liu Yang.

"Brother, you have to protect yourself, brother and Xiao Tu La Gou Gou." He said this again inexplicably.

Because my brother was fighting with Ding Moshu, he and his brother were fighting each other. My brother should not be injured, and he should also protect himself.

"Okay! Brother, please protect yourself and prevent yourself from getting hurt." Pei Xinglin gently touched his brother's cheek, then helped him hold the cup and let him drink the juice in the cup.

No one cared about him no matter what he did before, but now that he has a younger brother, of course he is his younger brother.

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After coaxing Pei Duoyue for a while, he fell a little behind. Pei Xinglin asked his brother to continue sitting under the big tree. In order to prevent his younger brother from running out into the sun, he also arranged a task for his younger brother to help him pick up millet under a big tree.

Pei Xinglin looked at his younger brother and continued to harvest rice.

"Why was your brother crying just now?"

Hearing this unfamiliar voice, Pei Xinglin raised his head and frowned. It was Liu Yang.

It turned out that the live broadcast time had arrived and the live broadcast room was closed. Liu Yang, who had been blocked outside by the program team, came to Pei Xinglin's side.

"Stay away from me." Pei Xinglin didn't like this person.

"You are cutting my rice, and you actually ask me to stay away from you?" Liu Yang's expression changed.

When Pei Xinglin heard what he said, he originally wanted to help Grandpa Liu harvest more rice, but now he saw Liu Yang and felt disgusted, so Pei Xinglin stood up and collected the sickle.

"Hey, why are you so arrogant?" Liu Yang said first, but when he saw Pei Xinglin preparing to leave, he became anxious, "Hey, your family is so rich. Look, my grandpa is also lying in bed. Why don't you do something to help me?" Aren't there many people praising you online now? Don't you want to hear more people praising you? Don't you people in the entertainment industry just like a good reputation? If you donate some money, I can help you praise you in front of the media. "Good words."

"A pair of shoes for your brother only costs 5,000 yuan. You are just helping my grandpa harvest rice for a show."