I’m Really a Superstar

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There's a lot of buzz outside.

There was silence in the small dark room of the police station.

It's almost dinner time, but Zhang Ye ate a little too much for lunch. He almost finished the three dishes and one soup. No, he even burped now.

There were two other people in the room, one was an old policeman and the other was Director Song.

The old policeman even looked a little shady, "Zhang Ye, who asked you to say such a poem?"

Zhang Ye said happily: "I am very popular in poetry. I can say whatever I want. Why do I need others to take care of my poetry?"

Director Song angrily slapped the table three times in a row, "But the poem you wrote is completely inconsistent with the actual situation and is completely made up with malicious intent."

hehe.

Do you also know what it means to maliciously touch the dark?

Zhang Ye said with a straight face: "No? How dare I tamper with the state agencies? I just wrote a poem when I was very popular, but it has no other meaning. Do you understand art? Do you understand literature? These are all sources. Things that are closer to life than life require appropriate artistic processing.”

The old policeman said angrily: "But you are making us very passive now."

Zhang Ye looked at him and said, "You made me passive first, okay? Pat your chests and ask yourselves, was your previous investigation objective? Is your butt straight? You wanted to give me a random date from the beginning. He doesn't care about whether I act bravely for justice, so there's nothing I can do about it. I just casually say a poem to express my emotions, and only the state officials are allowed to set fires, but you still don't allow the people to light lamps?"

"You..." The old policeman stood up angrily.

Director Song was also angered by Zhang Ye's attitude. Just before he entered the small dark room, Director Song had been called several times by the branch leaders, asking him about the whole matter and the situation, and also asked him The scolding made Director Song very passive. He also took a look online and was shocked. Now the Internet and some community forums in Beijing are full of Zhang Ye's incident. I don't know. There were so many people here. They were all helping Zhang Ye cry out for justice, and even shouted for the police station to release him immediately. Zhang Ye is a public figure after all, and the incident of saving the lives of fans did not completely subside Zhang Ye's public opinion. Everyone is still paying attention to it. Now that such an incident suddenly pops up, the popularity naturally continues. So their police station was suddenly pushed to the forefront. The eyes of the entire capital seemed to fall on them in an instant to see how they would deal with it.

Thorny head?

Are you playing rogue with me?

I'm not afraid of this yet

Director Song was provoked by Zhang Ye and started to mess around. He also insisted on giving Zhang Ye some color, "No matter what you say, we should still investigate, we should still keep things official, we should keep things official, Just because you are a public figure, you cannot be relaxed. Just because you are a star, we must be stricter with you, because your every move is watched and you have the responsibility to set an example.

"

Zhang Ye smiled and said: "Then my example is to admit a sin that I don't have?"

"You are not guilty?" Director Song glared: "Then let me ask you who beat Wang Cen?"

Zhang Ye retorted without giving in: "Then I also want to ask you, why did I hit that Wang Cen?"

Director Song said: "If someone was injured by you and hospitalized, you have violated the law. It's useless what you say. I'm telling you that Zhang Ye has been a fool for a long time. I'm not bad at you. If you can explain it honestly now." , we still have discussions to reduce your punishment. Your parents have just been here. If you don’t think about yourself, you should also think about your parents. Why don’t you let them worry about the outside world? Be honest or else. You bear the consequences”

Zhang Ye smiled slightly, "Then I really want to see how you can make me bear the consequences."

Director Song said coldly: "Don't think that just because you have a few fans, you can be saved. The law is watching you."

Zhang Ye also looked at him, "Don't think that you can know and break the law just because you are wearing this police uniform. The people are watching you."

"What the hell!" Director Song almost cursed, but quickly stopped. He took a deep breath and calmed down. It's so irritating. This man named Zhang is so irritating. "Okay, you are a broadcaster and host. We are the bosses." I can't say anything to you, but don't think about going out and reflecting in this little dark room. Come back to me when you want to admit your mistakes. I'll be waiting for you in the office."

Zhang Ye smiled and said nothing.

The old policeman said: "Director, is it..."

"Let's go." Director Song didn't say anything and led the people away.

With a bang, the door was slammed from the outside and locked tightly.

Zhang Ye was the only one left in the room. He sat down on the ground and touched his pocket. His phone was also taken away. To no avail, he could only close his eyes and fall asleep.

slowly.

it's getting dark.

Many people have gone off work, and the police station is even deserted.

Zhang Ye couldn't sleep, so he opened his eyes again. At this time, the door was opened.

The old policeman walked in and threw a piece of bread and a bottle of spring water to him, "Have you figured out how to explain the problem? If you say so, you can get a lighter sentence."

Zhang Ye picked up the bread and said, "I've figured out how to eat."

"A tough talk? Okay." The old policeman closed the door and left. He didn't believe it anymore. He wanted to see how long this normally pampered star could last.

Outside, the female police officer also came.

"Xiao Lei, it's time to get off work. Why are you here? You're not on duty today." The old policeman frowned.

The female police officer ignored him and squeezed in: "I will deliver food to Zhang Ye."

"What's wrong? I'm here and you still want to break the rules?" the old policeman scolded: "How can you, a people's policeman, deliver meals to prisoners?"

"Who is the prisoner? This has not been investigated clearly yet," the female police officer said without giving in.

The old policeman said: "I have already sent him food, you don't need to worry about it."

The female police officer widened her eyes and said, "What do you call rice with broken bread?"

"Everyone here eats this, what's wrong?" the old policeman said displeased.

Zhang Ye broke open the bread naturally and said to the female police officer outside: "Comrade Xiao Lei, it's okay. The bread smells good to me. Let me try it." He opened the wrapping paper and pinched it. It was a little hard. "Hey, French bread?" He lowered his head and took a bite, then Zhang Ye said happily: "Ha, I didn't expect the food in our police station to be so good? The bread is so delicious? Where did you buy it? I'll look back after I go out. Let’s buy a box for wholesale. It tastes really good, um, fragrant.”

The old policeman was shocked, is this delicious? He felt that Zhang Ye was being harsh. Let alone a star like him, even ordinary thieves couldn't stand their food.

But in fact, Zhang Ye really thought it was delicious. He grew up as a child of a poor family. The old police officer thought he was pampered? In fact, it's all nonsense. Zhang Ye couldn't even drink milk when he was in elementary school and junior high school. Otherwise, how could he be so short? Later, after making money, Zhang Ye didn't have much interest in eating. He was used to a hard and simple life. Among other things, he just wanted to eat instant noodles. If it were another person, who could eat instant noodles every day for a week? Can you swallow it? Zhang Ye is not picky about food. Moreover, this guy is short of money recently, and he is still in charge of the food, so of course he is very happy with it.

The old policeman didn't believe in evil spirits and stared at the window for a long time.

However, Zhang Ye really ate the whole bread with gusto, and finally poured the crumbs in the bag into his mouth.

Catalog of female police officers I admire, it is indeed teacher Zhang Ye

The old policeman said nothing, "Let's go, I'm going back from get off work."

It's eight o'clock.

Zhang Ye knew that he was going to spend the night here today, so he wouldn't let anyone go, right? You still want to force me to confess, right? Okay, it seems that "My Confession" is not strong enough. Your police station is very capable of resisting beatings. Then, Zhang Ye, who had eaten and drank enough, patted the dirt on his butt and stood up. He looked around and found I found a small stone on the ground. I picked it up and weighed it. It was okay.

Suddenly, there was a huge noise outside the door

"Comrade police, please accept an interview."

"Excuse me, where is Zhang Ye being held? Let us in."

"We want to interview Teacher Zhang. Our newspaper has already sent an interview letter."

The reporters actually came again. This time, judging by the sound, there were two or three times more people than those who came at noon. Moreover, there seemed to be cameras and people from the TV station were also here.

Zhang Ye understood. It must be his noon song "My Confession" that caused such a big fuss that it attracted so much social attention. It came at just the right time.

Several police officers on duty tried to stop him.

"Why are you here again?"

"Still trying to break in? Believe it or not, I'll take them all away for you?"

“The leader hasn’t accepted the interview letter yet, so get out of here.”

The three policemen obviously couldn't stop more than twenty reporters, and they rushed in one after another, "Where is Zhang Ye? Where is Zhang Ye detained? Ah, here he is, here he is, and he seems to be writing something and taking a snapshot."

There is a light in the small dark room, not bright, but enough to see things.

Zhang Ye knew that the reporters were all standing outside the door. He couldn't help but face the wall with a small pebble. He closed his eyes and pondered for a while. He suddenly opened his eyes and wrote two words on the wall with pebbles - "Prison Song". 》

Let me explain?

Is it a lenient sentence if you confess?

Can you just lower your head and walk out?

Zhang Ye sneered and wrote word by word on the wall:

The door for entry and exit is locked,

The hole is open for the dog to crawl out of,

A voice shouted:

Climb out and give you freedom

I long for freedom,

But I know deeply——

How can a human body crawl out of a dog hole?

I hope one day,

underground fire,

Burn me with this living coffin,

I deserve eternal life in fire and blood

Every word seems to be full of anger, just like "My Confession", and also carries a fearless spirit that regards death as home.

Zhang Ye has read the calligraphy skills book. Even if he writes with stones, his calligraphy is very good. Every word even uses large and small strokes and fonts.

It's like a blood book, it's shocking when you read it

The reporters were excited again, "Quickly snap this"

"Where's the light?"

“It’s too dark, please light it up”

“The person holding the light was intercepted by the police.”

"We use our mobile phones to light up the scene and we must take pictures."

"Yes, the phone has a flashlight with a flashlight"

At this moment, the reporters worked together and cooperated, for no other reason than for this great poem that has come to the world again - "Prison Song"