Three years after my death, the variety show "The Life I Long For 3" premiered. I appeared on screen once more. With bright black eyes, a radiant smile, and the same gentle demeanor as before. It was just that it was a black-and-white memorial photo. Later... the internet was flooded with tears.
Chapter 1
Three years after I died, Horizon Broadcasting launched the successful variety show "The Life We Long For 3".
I appeared on screen once more.
My dark eyes were bright and my smile was radiant, as gentle as ever.
However, it was merely a black-and-white tribute photo.
Later...
The whole internet users were moved to tears.
Horizon Broadcasting's prominent variety show "The Life We Long For 3" staged a successful return.
Each of the five fixed guests contributed to the show's popularity with their own popularity.
They were respectively, popular male singer Harold Curtis(24 years old), rising female star Marlee Gordon(25 years old), female rapper Cassie Gilbert(27 years old), popular male star Caleb Spencer(27 years old), and accomplished actor Clint Ashton(46 years old).
Due to the show's buzzed and its introduction of a 'live broadcast' format for the first time, "The Life We Long For 3" was already a success before its broadcast.
Currently, merely five minutes into the live broadcast, the online viewership had already exceeded 1.2 million.
On camera, the five fixed guests were dragging their suitcases along a winding and rugged mountain path, chatting and laughing.
In less than ten minutes, Harold inadvertently stepped into cow dung.
The exclusive sneakers, worth twelve thousand dollars, were now forever marked with an indelible scent. Even if cleaned, it would be imprinted on his soul.
The first iconic scene of "The Life We Long For 3" was thus born.
Internet users were laughing hysterically!
"Don't mind him, Harold was wonderful, except for having a brain!" One fan said.
"Don't cry, Harold, I will laugh for you!" another fan said.
"What should I do with such a goofy idol? Asking for advice!" another fan said.
The other four fixed guests were laughing so intensely that they were bent over in laughter.
Soon, they couldn't laugh anymore.
The mountain path was narrow and steep, and as they walked, causing their once clean sneakers to get some stained. Moreover, the path ahead seemed endless.
"Director, how much longer? My feet were about to give out... If it's still far, how about we just lie down here and take a nap?" Caleb said.
He was exhausted but still joking, pointing to a distant mountain, likely the tallest within their line of sight.
Atop the mountain was a solitary grave.
"I'll just lie next to it and be its neighbor!" Caleb said.
The atmosphere seemed to lighten up a bit, and the director chuckled, saying, "Uprar is one of the top impoverished mountainous areas in our nation. The geographical location was poor, and lacks updated information. Most people don't have smartphones, and if they do, they're mostly dumb phones. There is no road leading into the village. This little path under our feet was only constructed three years ago. With this road, Uprar has gradually connected more with the outside world. The village chief was very pleased to know of our visit. He said the village children have prepared a special dance performance for us. Everyone, keep pushing through. We'll surely reach our destination before nightfall."
The show started to exude positive energy. No matter how tired the guests were, they dared not voicing any complaints.
Towards the end, Marlee, who appeared the most delicate, was on the verge of collapsing, with staff members supporting her on both sides, and then barely managed to move forward.
Finally, "We're here!" someone said.
Everyone looked up.
In front of the live broadcast screen, audience members who had placed their phones aside to do other things turned their heads at the sound.
In the dim light, at the end of the winding path, a ray of light beamed through.
They had certainly reached their destination!
Even Marlee regained some energy, withdrawing her supporting hands and quickening her pace.
Uprar villagers were warmly greeted the group.
Guiding them was the village chief, villagers followed by faces beaming with genuine smiles, and around them, some teenagers nervously and curiously observed them.
The most eye-catching was a fragile disabled girl. Leaning on a crutch, she wore black paths missing her left calf.
She stood in the corner, staring intently at Marlee.
Marlee noticed her gaze.
She walked over and crouched down, asking, "Little girl, is there anything you'd like to say to me?"
Marlee's face was enlarged on screen, her eyes filled with kindness.
The comments flew by, "Marlee has such a good heart!" "So sweet, so sweet, goddess!" "Marlee is really so kind, I love you, Marlee!"
Marlee's voice captured the attention of everyone present, who quieted down, watching the disabled girl.
Sensing her anxiety, Marlee gave her an encouraging glance, saying, "It's alright, be courageous. Feel free to say whatever you want, little girl. I trust in you."
The disabled girl bit her lip and clenched her fist. After a long time, she unclenched her fist and took a deep breath, saying, "Miss, among so many people... I like you the best."
Marlee's eyes crinkled with her smile as she asked, "Why? Why do you like me the best?"
Internet users said, "Everyone on the internet knew, it's because you're kind!"
The disabled girl hesitated briefly, gathered her courage, and retrieved a photo from her pocket.
The photo was a bit old, but it was clear the disabled girl cherished it.
With slightly curled corners, she breathed on it repeatedly, smoothing it with her fingers before passing it to Marlee, saying, "Because, Miss, you look a lot like Ms. Gordon."
The woman in the photo wore a plain cotton dress, her long hair casually draped. Her face indeed bore a seven-point resemblance to Marlee, but her demeanor was entirely different. She was serene and gentle.
In the camera, Marlee's expression was shocked, her long lashes concealing her angry gaze.
Yet, at this instant, audience weren't in the mood to analyze Marlee's subtle expressions. Observing the photograph, everyone was dumbfounded.
Even the comments came to a halt for more than ten seconds before starting to scroll again.
The online viewership instantly surged to three million
"Holy crap! It's Lorraine Gordon! Wasn't she dead?" One internet user said.
"Oh my, why did she keep haunting us? Didn't she retire from the industry? Why was she coming back to stir up attention?" One internet user said.
"Was she planning a comeback?" One internet user asked.
I wanted to laugh.
How could I possibly make a comeback?
I've been dead for three years now.
Chapter 1
06/11/2024
Chapter 2
06/11/2024
Chapter 3
06/11/2024
Chapter 4
06/11/2024
Chapter 5
06/11/2024
Chapter 6
06/11/2024
Chapter 7
06/11/2024
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