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At this time, the mobile phone on the bedside table rang.

It was Cheng Weishi's "phone call".

The screen of the mobile phone was fastened to the cabinet, and the ringtone accompanied by vibrations lingered in my ears, with no intention of stopping at all.

Duan Kejia frowned, originally he would be a little more angry than usual when he woke up in the morning, but now hearing these disturbing voices, his face became even more gloomy.

Cheng Weizhi felt the other side's palm on his shoulder strengthened.

He immediately yelled: "Sir...my phone is ringing."

Duan Kejia was unmoved.

Cheng Weishi struggled a bit, and stretched out a hand to reach for the mobile phone beside the bed: "I have to make an announcement at noon, I'm really sorry, I have to answer this call."

Duan Kejia let go of her hand suddenly, got off the bed and walked out of the room, leaving only a shadow of Cheng Weishi's back: "I'll take you back later."

In short, the tone does not sound happy.

Cheng Weishi picked up the phone, listening to the sound of the alarm clock still echoing in his ears.

Swipe your finger across the screen to close it.

Duan Kejia was going to work at the company today, and took a long detour on the way to send Cheng Weishi home.

Cheng Weizhi took a shower after arriving home, and then began to prepare for the magazine cover shooting and interview in the afternoon.

He turned on the computer and stared at the interview draft, but couldn't read a single word.Whenever he wants to calm down and read the manuscript on the screen, he will think of the handsome face of Duan Kejia lying next to him in the morning, and also think of Duan Kejia's body sticking to his back, close to his ear Exhale, one after another... The warm breath made his heart beat faster, making him unable to rest.

Cheng Weizhi came back to his senses, looked up at the time on the bottom right of the screen, and was startled—he had sat in front of the computer for a full five or ten minutes, yet he didn’t even answer the first question on the interview draft. I haven't finished watching.

Anyway, he couldn't read it, so he simply closed the document, opened the social networking site, and browsed the news posted before.

Sure enough, there are still people who are paying attention to the screenshots and color palettes he posted before, but his original Weibo has been deleted, and the versions circulating on the Internet are all uploaded and reproduced versions many times.

The situation is improving, he thinks, now he can call Zhao Yuan's mother and let her prepare for the next step.

The call was quickly connected.Zhao Yuan's mother spoke first, with a cheerful tone: "Hello, is it Wei Shi?"

Cheng Weishi replied: "Yes, it's me, Auntie. It sounds like you are very happy. What happened?"

After Zhao Yuan became like this, he hadn't seen his aunt so happy for a long time.

"Yeah, that's what you told me last time. Didn't you say that you want to ask others to get back our steady stream of money? It's already been recovered."

"What?" Cheng Weishi was puzzled, "What money did you get back?"

"Yesterday, a person who claimed to be a screenwriter called me and said that he would pay 3000 yuan to my account to buy Zhao Yuan's unfinished novel. I didn't expect it to sell for [-] yuan. I went to the bank and saw that the screenwriter was so efficient, he just made an agreement with me yesterday, and the money will arrive in the account today, haha."

Cheng Weizhi almost lost his footing. He thought it might be because he didn't eat in the morning, so he misheard: "How much? How much did he give you?"

"Three thousand!" Zhao Yuan's mother said complacently, "I heard what you said two days ago, and I thought it was so difficult to recover the debt, but I didn't expect that the money would be returned before the recovery. This screenwriter is really a good person .”

Cheng Weizhi only felt that there were golden stars in front of his eyes: "Auntie... I'm a little uncomfortable, so I'll hang up first."

Zhao Yuan's mother said: "Okay, take a good rest, don't wear yourself out."

As soon as Cheng Weizhi turned off his phone, he sat down in front of the computer and searched for Screenwriter Ding's Weibo.

I didn't find the screenwriter himself, but I saw some entertainment big Vs reposting a Weibo about him, to the effect that, a few days ago, some people on the Internet slandered the screenwriter Ding for plagiarism, but the screenwriter Dan Ding released a contract last night , Said that the original author of the next play is already a vegetable, but he still went to the door to ask the author's parents to buy the copyright, and so on.

There is even Zhao Yuan's mother's signature certificate and thank you letter in the pictures on Weibo.

The comments and retweets all praised the actions of the screenwriter Ding, saying how could such a screenwriter who maintains the copyright possibly infringe the copyright, most of the novel authors are hyping themselves.

Unsurprisingly, public opinion began to criticize those who previously discredited Ding's screenwriter.

The voices of fans of the novel were almost drowned out in the comments of "passers-by" giving thumbs up.

Cheng Weishi looked at the thank-you letter and autograph written by Zhao Yuan's mother in the picture, muttered a dirty word under his breath, fell on the computer with a "slap", and fell backwards while sliding on the chair.

Well now, he is no longer a human being.

Zhao Yuan's mother sold her son's novel at a low price by herself, and cheerfully accepted 3000 yuan for hush money; the screenwriter gained a reputation for respecting intellectual property rights on the Internet, and netizens praised him; The "messenger" was just blocked by Weibo, but now it has been reduced to the point where everyone shouts and beats on the Internet.

The infringer and the infringed finally reached a settlement with his help.

He had to admit that no matter how much unwillingness and anger he had in his heart, this matter could only come to an end.

A hammer is fixed.

He is just a bystander, he is just an outsider who is messing around in it, what right does he have to complain, and what right is he to defend his friend's rights?

No one needs him.

He is just a self-proclaimed messenger of justice.

Cheng Weizhi closed his eyes and smiled.From childhood to adulthood, he seems to have always played such a role.

No one needs his sense of justice.

He stood up, spread his arms, and jerked open the curtain in front of him.The sun outside the window was bright and brilliant, streaming into the dark and damp room.

The whole room was suddenly immersed in a warm light.

what a wonderful day.

After the Ching Ming Festival, Liu Zhonglin embarked on the return journey, dragged his suitcase and rushed to the company non-stop after getting off the plane, and helped Cheng Weishi arrange the itinerary with Dong Cheng.

"Heavy news, big news, Yuan Xiaozhao is going to get married next month, and Mr. Xu, the young master of the capital, Zhong Fei has just received the invitation, so the itinerary for May 25th and 26th will be empty. Big names will show up, so there must be no problems."

"Good teacher Dong." Liu Zhonglin nodded, tapped the keyboard to write down every word Dong Cheng said.

Dong Cheng moved to Liu Zhonglin's computer, and then smacked his dark head with a smack: "Hey, silly boy, why are you so honest, don't type everything I said, write it down Key words will do."

"Um... well."

At work in the afternoon, Cheng Weishi couldn't keep up his energy. He recorded the interview three times, and finally finished filming the cover of the magazine with a forced smile.

"What's wrong with you?" Liu Zhonglin asked him in a low voice, "Did you quarrel with your husband?"

The two put on their seat belts and were ready to drive home.

"No." Cheng Weishi shook his head, lowered his eyes and fell silent.

"Mr. told you to read the news headlines after six o'clock in the afternoon." Liu Zhonglin reminded him, "He told you that he would give you a gift."

"Ah."

Looking at his lifeless face, Liu Zhonglin couldn't find any other topics to comfort him, so he focused on the front and stepped on the accelerator.

"Speaking of which, six o'clock seems to have arrived."

After a while, Cheng Weishi turned on his phone, logged on to Weibo, and found——

He frowned, his pupils darkened.

What was crazily reprinted on the homepage was a microblog officially released by S City: According to reports from the Chaoyang masses, some people gathered to take drugs in XX Community, J District of the city. After learning about it, the police dispatched the police immediately and finally arrested Qiao Two men with the surname Ding both tested positive in urine tests.

An entertainment big V reposted: According to insiders, these two people are Qiao Li (singer) and Ding Chenggui (screenwriter).

Another well-known big V followed and forwarded: It has been verified, it is indeed Qiao Li and Ding Chenggui.

The atmosphere on Weibo was as jubilant as New Year’s Eve, and there were comments of "Add two points to the drug addict team" everywhere. Some people laughed and said that the Chaoyang masses were too lenient, and even reported across half the country for celebrity drug use. The dedicated spirit of the society's hard work is really a lesson from heaven and earth.

But everyone just took it as a joke and laughed.

Cheng Weishi thought, this film might not be able to be filmed, or the screenwriter and script will be changed again, and the opening ceremony will be postponed.

It turned out that this was what Duan Kejia said, and it was a gift for him.

Zhao Yuan's novels will never be infringed again.

But... why was he not happy at all when he saw the news that screenwriter Ding was ruined because of drug use?

Or, was it because Qiao Li was also arrested?

I'm afraid not.

Why does justice have to be done in this "heresy" way.

"Stop the car. I want to get out of the car and walk alone for a while." Cheng Weishi took out the mask he always carried in his pocket, "You must be tired after coming back from Changsha. Don't worry about me. Go home first." Bar."

Liu Zhonglin was very puzzled, but stopped the car anyway.

He watched the other party pull the handle, slowly opened the door, and walked out without saying a word to him.

……

At 10:30 in the evening, Duan Kejia had just put his idiot brother to sleep and was about to start working in the study when he suddenly heard his cell phone ringing.It was Liu Zhonglin calling.

Liu Zhonglin's breathing was short: "Sir, it's bad, Mr. Cheng hasn't come back."

"What?" Duan Kejia said, "Don't worry, just speak slowly."

"At about six o'clock in the afternoon, he told me to go home and rest first, and he wanted to go out for a walk by himself. Although I felt strange in my heart, I didn't stop him. Later, after nine o'clock in the evening, I I called him and found that his mobile phone was turned off. I felt more and more troublesome, so I hurried to find him. But there was no one in his house! The door was locked, and it seemed that I hadn’t come back halfway, but it’s still raining outside now. , where can he go?"

Duan Kejia had already put on his coat while listening to Liu Zhonglin's report. He took the car keys at the entrance, put on his shoes and opened the door while holding the phone on his shoulder and said, "I'm going to drive out to find him now. you……"

"Hello, sir?"

Duan Kejia suddenly stopped talking.

It was pouring rain outside the door, and the raindrops hit the ground non-stop. The cold night wind, wrapped in bits and pieces of rain, rushed into his arms.

Duan Kejia saw that there was a person squatting alone in front of his house, completely drenched by the rain.The clothes soaked up the water and wrapped around her body softly.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Cheng Weishi turned his head, his pupils were blinded by the lights in the room.

His voice was hoarse: "Sir..."

Duan Kejia was stunned for a moment, then hung up the phone and reached out to help him up.

"How long have you been sitting here? Why didn't you knock?"

Cheng Weizhi was dragged into the living room by Duan Kejia, and soon he was stuffed with a bowl of steaming ginger tea.

His body was trembling a little, and he held his teacup and didn't speak.

Duan Kejia got up: "I'll get you a dress that fits you."

As soon as he took a step out, there was a cold sensation covering his lower back.

It was Cheng Weizhi who hugged Duan Kejia from behind.

"gentlemen……"

Cheng Weishi called out again.

Cheng Weishi's body gradually warmed up, and the two of them pressed their chests and backs together, and Duan Kejia seemed to feel the hot heartbeat of the other.

thump...thump...

Jump violently.

Duan Kejia first touched the cold back of the opponent's hand, and then touched the rain-stained arm.

The arm was colder than the back of the hand, Duan Kejia slowly stroked the other's shoulder from the forearm.

Cheng Weizhi fell back on the sofa, with his head down, without moving, and let the other party touch him like this.

Duan Kejia turned around, and her fingertips touched the other's wet earlobe...and the heaving chest.

Breathing sounds intertwined with each other.

Lips are sweeter than flowers and honey.

Later, there was no one in the living room on the first floor, except for a large lamp hanging from the roof.

The dim light in the bedroom on the second floor was turned off.