Senior Superstar

After five o'clock in the afternoon, neither Zhang Shuo, Zhang Ying nor An Xiaoxiao came back.

Back home, Li Shixin returned to his bedroom without taking off his clothes.

Turned on the computer and found the support Weibo that Mr. Liu Feng read last night.

At this time, more than 40 hours have passed since the big V named "XPO Park Minho Fan Support Group" was released. In the comment area, nearly ten thousand comments have been accumulated.

"The ladies and sisters of Minhao's family are awesome! They are really heart-warming, pen refill!"

"It's really hard work, you can let Brother Minhao see the love of Chinese fans!"

"Great support copywriting! He even carefully taught Minho Oppa how to make dumplings and glutinous rice balls. It's too cute~(#^.^#)"

"Little Minhao will show Hart's smile when he receives a gift, it will definitely be, will it be!?"

"Ahahaha, thank you guys for your likes, this time it is really a record-breaking support duck! For this support operation, our little cuties from Minhao's family contacted the Tigers half a year in advance, fully After a month, the Tigers generously expressed that they could receive support, and they were really happy! Brother Minhao and his comrades, cheers—the motherland calls, and the Tigers set off!

Beep softly; brother Minho in military uniform is even more handsome! "

Seeing these comments, Li Shixin, who had just calmed down, his gray hair was so angry.

At this moment, Li Shixin was deeply grateful to himself for his hard work in the past year—if it wasn't for his desperate pursuit of support this year, he would have lost his age dozens of times and his actual body age by more than ten years. I'm afraid that this wave of soaring blood pressure directly burst the blood vessels in the brain!

He casually took screenshots of the Weibo post and the comments below. Looking at the dazzling screenshots, Li Shixin pondered for a moment, and uploaded the photos of the objects in the wooden box of Mr. Liu Feng that he took with his mobile phone earlier.

After thinking about it, he quickly added a few lines to the content of the text.

In Li Shixin's Weibo, a group of sand sculpture fans are urging and spanking.

For such a long time, sand sculpture netizens have been very familiar with Li Shixin's style. Li Shixin rarely posts Weibo, and almost all dynamic content is about career and works.

The sudden Weibo update refreshed the bored netizens; but when a group of excited netizens clicked on the news, they petrified instantly after seeing the above content.

Of the six photos in the news feed, the first five are all screenshots of brain-dead fans sending supplies to the cold country army—valuable warm tactical equipment, hand cream and face cream, warm baby hot water bottles, and those who use Korean and Chinese The support slogans marked in the two countries, as well as the comments of fans who are not ashamed but proud.

It made many netizens itchy with hatred.

But it was the last photo posted by Li Shixin that really touched the hearts of netizens.

Those were two old photographs that had been yellowed and moth-eaten.

A thin and small volunteer soldier was lying in the snow nest. He may have just gone through a long march, but there was not much vitality in that immature face that should be full of vitality.

His thin khaki military uniform was soaked with sweat and froze into an ice shell. If it weren't for the white air exhaled from his mouth, it proved the existence of life, and his whole body was like an ice sculpture.

In such an environment, he was barefoot. On the two swollen and blackened feet, one can vaguely see a series of holes dripping with pus and blood.

Below the photo, there is a line of small characters written in a pen, which makes people who know this history feel sour in an instant;

On November 25, 1950, a reporter accompanying the 58th Division of the 20th Army was photographed on the banks of the Datong River, Changjin, Hubei.

"Minyi Bijun should smile, and bow to Tang Hongzhi's successor. Jingwei Gongbo said it was a pleasure, but Jing Hui Kemin sighed! It's chilling to chase stars like this. Alas, alas!"

After seeing these photos that constitute a strong contrast, and then seeing the few lines of text in Li Shixin's dynamic.

Netizens, angry!

"Where did you find this photo of Lord Xin? Tears, is the person in the photo still alive?"

"November 25th, the day before the battle of Changjin Lake, the child is probably dead!"

"Did the heads of these little kids get kicked by the donkey?!"

"Upstairs, I don't allow you to dump this pot on the donkey! What's wrong with the donkey? What's wrong with the donkey that you're insulting it so much! This is obviously a brain damage!"

"Damn it, it's this group of stupid fans again! This is not the first time. Some time ago, a group of fan clubs set up Kongming lanterns at the foot of the Great Wall to celebrate their idols' birthdays. Are children chasing stars like fools now?"

"Lord Xin scolded you well! The actions of this group of idiot fans are no different from traitors! I strongly request to report and hold these idiot fans accountable!"

"It's either stupid or bad. But seeing these stupid remarks, I think the former is more likely."

"It's not a question of stupidity or badness, it's a crooked view! What's wrong with the kids now? What's the origin of the Tigers? They were our opponents on the Korean battlefield! The 68th Army made a surprise attack on the Tigers. , The captured regiment flag is still on display in the Museum of Resisting U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea! A group of teams that were once destroyed by us, a stick who served in this unit, what is there to worship? Where is the point of worship? Who the hell Can you tell me?"

"What's the matter, Lord Xin? Why did you suddenly notice the movement of the idiot fans?"

In the bedroom, Li Shixin took a deep breath after seeing a group of fans explode after the news update, and updated the old man's state of illness, as well as the cause and effect of the incident, on Weibo again, which was filmed at Liu Feng's home.

After the fans learned about Mr. Liu Feng's situation through Li Shixin's narration. Completely, it exploded!

"I'm crying, so angry! Damn it, Mr. Liu is cold, because his heart is cold. Blind, these brats stabbed his eyes!"

"Brothers, my big knife is already hungry and thirsty."

"Where is the Iron Guardian?!"

"exist!"

"Master Xin is getting old, so is Mr. Liu. They can't understand these things on the Internet, what do you say?"

"Target, the XPO Park Minho fan group is super talkative, go!"

Following the greeting of those activists among the sand sculpture netizens, tens of thousands of sand sculpture netizens poured into XPO Park Minhao's Weibo chat.

Seeing that Park Min Ho's super talk was taken over by angry netizens in an instant, Li Shixin grinned.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door.

Li Shixin put down the mouse and opened the door, and saw a group of old fans and Chen Boshi and a few teenagers standing at the door.

"Shixin, are you alright?"

"Just now we saw that you got angry when you left, and we were worried. Brother Liu Feng is already like this, so don't be too excited, what happened!"

Seeing the worried looks of a group of old fans, Li Shixin smiled lightly and invited them into the room.

Putting the wooden box Wu Ming was holding onto the coffee table, Li Shixin waved his hand, "What can I do? Don't worry. I'm probably going to be busy these days. Take care of yourself. If you have time, , Help me visit Brother Feng more."

"Shixin, what do you want to do?"

Seeing Li Shixin's tone of confession, the unreliable hearts of a group of old fans hung up again.

"What are you doing?"

Li Shixin snorted and smiled, with a cold look in his eyes.

"Xiaoshu doesn't repair and doesn't go straight, Brother Feng, this Liangzi, I have to settle it for him!"

Seeing Li Shixin's tightly clenched fists, Chen Boshi pulled out the lollipop from his mouth and put down the phone.

Frowning and looking at Li Shixin, the little girl bit her lips: "Grandpa Xin, I saw that your Weibo fans are now going to Park Minhao's Chaochao to make trouble. It's useless, XPO has more than a thousand domestic fans Wan, how many fans do you have? And it’s not once or twice that the fan circle has supported the cold country troops. Some fans have asked the relevant departments before, but they don’t support it in principle, but it doesn’t constitute a violation of the law. Otherwise, you think they will make a big fanfare ? If your fans go to XPO to make troubles, it won’t have any positive effect except to recruit yourself.”

Li Shixin was happy watching the little girl analyze the pros and cons of the matter for himself in a serious manner.

"Yeah?"

He looked at Chen Boshi's mobile phone, which was his Weibo.

In just a few minutes, fans of XPO have begun to criticize and organize anti-criminal activities.

There are already a lot of sunspots in the comment area of ​​my Weibo.

"Smelly old man on Shanggang, what's wrong with us chasing stars? It's normal, if you don't like it, don't watch it, it's so funny!"

"Old shit stirrer, it's you again! Everything is on the line, aren't you going to die? Hurry up and die, okay?"

"My aunt just likes it! My aunt likes it, even if the king of heaven is here, I don't care about it! Besides, why haven't you seen so many fans of American stars? Why are you making trouble with our brother Minhao?"

"A bunch of idiots! Others like European and American stars and don't send things to other countries' troops like you!"

"Shut up the ugliness upstairs! My parents don't care, why are you beeping? Did I pay you for the relief supplies?"

Seeing that he was not good at tearing and forcing, and was defeated in ten minutes, the sand sculpture netizens were driven crazy by a group of idiotic fans, Li Shixin laughed.

It's time to show the real technology.

From the very beginning, Xinye didn't think about getting entangled with a group of idiot fans who would do anything wrong and force the number one.

Can tearing force solve the problem?

It can't, otherwise, why do countries build national defense? If there is a dispute, let the brainless fans directly.

What can solve the problem?

Of course it's touching porcelain and relying on the old to sell the old!

In front of a group of old fans, Li Shixin smiled faintly, and neatly placed Mr. Liu Feng's old military uniform, military medals and military merit books on the coffee table.

Then, he returned to his room and took out a small box in the suitcase. In front of a group of old fans and teenagers, it was opened.

Coincidentally.

Inside, there are also two medals.

One is the second-class merit medal of "Self-Defense Counterattack and Encirclement of Southern Xinjiang".

The other is the victory commemorative medal of "The General Political Department's Self-Defense Counterattack to Defend Southern Xinjiang".

In the shock of all the old fans, Li Shixin took out the gray Chinese tunic suit, cleaned himself neatly, solemnly hung his two medals on his chest, and held up Liu Feng's A Third Class National Flag Medal.

She stuffed her mobile phone into the hand of Chen Boshi, who blinked and blinked.

"Shoot well, I'm going to scold my mother!"