fifth year of divorce

I wrote it in a bit of a hurry yesterday, so I will revise the text a little bit.

I dreamed of Gangneung.

This is the first time I've dreamed about Kang Ling after his death.

He didn't show his face, it seemed that there was a layer of fog in front of him, and I couldn't even see his eyebrows and eyes clearly.

I don't understand why Jiangling is so stingy to me, maybe he is disappointed with us, so why bother to see each other again.

I stared at him blankly, but what I remembered was the first time Zaixing dreamed of him. I know that there are many people with outstanding looks in the entertainment industry, but none of them, and there will never be another one like Jiang Ling.

Alone and clear.

He glanced sideways at me for a moment as he passed me.

With a cold voice and a high posture, "Newcomer?"

Guo Jun smiled apologetically, "Yes, Xiao Xie, quickly call Brother Jiang."

When I was about to speak, Jiang Ling's cold voice interrupted me, "Call me Jiang Ling."

There are many names in the entertainment industry, but almost everyone around Jiang Ling calls him by his first name.

With Zhou Xian covering him, he could walk sideways in the circle.

There are not many humble people here.

I slowly said, "Jiangling..."

In an instant, the clouds and the fog were pierced, and Jiangling suddenly disappeared in the wind and moon of Qingqiu.

I woke up from the dream, the sound of Jiangling still echoed in my mind, but the echo hit my chest, I thought I was wrapped in darkness, everything was silent, it seemed that both light and dreams died at this time.

When I looked out of the window, everything faded under the night, and the wind was playing sadly, drowning out the breath of life.

The world is dead.

I am alive.

The words I cursed at Zhou Ling were reflected in myself.

When there is no one, the night is quiet, when I think of Jiangling, I feel that the world is deserted, but I am the only one who is lively.

What's the point of this...

I slowly sat up and leaned on the sofa. I was just unwilling to admit that Jiang Ling was dead. If I didn't let them accompany me to have a good time, it would feel worse than death.

As for the bloodbath caused by me, the turmoil is endless, and the turmoil is unstoppable.

There are two factions on the Internet, one is fans of me and Jiangling, the other is black fans and passers-by who feel that they have been alluded to.

On the one hand, they are resisting cyber violence, and on the other hand, they are opposing traffic stars.

The number of people involved is unprecedented.

The entire network has become a pandemonium.

The media I offended wantonly smeared me, and I stood on the same front with the black fans in Jiangling for a moment, trying to deter me.

I caused a bloodbath in the entertainment industry.

What I can only give back to them is one lawyer letter after another. Fu Si and the entire firm send out hundreds of lawyer letters a day.

There are still a small number of people who have received the lawyer's letter and choose to compensate and apologize on the public platform. They feel that it is impossible for me to really sue one by one without repenting.

It’s just that I didn’t expect that advertisers and brands would not be the first to bite me back when I quit the circle. This is also reasonable. The original idea of ​​the brand’s cooperation with me was nothing more than short-term traffic consumption, never for long-term cooperation. , My resignation will not be a big loss to their interests, and even because the fans are not satisfied with my resignation, I can fight for the last wave of enthusiasm for the brand.

And I directly hurt the interests of some professional fans, they rely on me to make money, once I quit the circle, they can only choose another wall.

They want to take their offline fans to find another way out, and the most direct way out is to lose fans and step back.

I can't guarantee that I will be frank and clean in the circle, so there will naturally be some black material in their hands.

This kind of back step is much bigger than the impact caused by the resistance of those black fans back then.

I don't think so anymore, reputation is not as important to me as Jiangling, and how long can it last.

The rest of the loose fans will follow my withdrawal from the circle, the removal of fans, and the upsurge of the Internet will eventually calm down after a few laps.

No matter how popular I am at the moment and how influential the public opinion is, after the rise of newcomers, no one will remember me, just like the countless artists who have disappeared from the public eye in the past.

There is no difference.

I sat on the couch until dawn.

The world is awake, but I was abandoned in the dark.

"Meow..."

I came back to my senses and saw the thief treasure spinning around me, I reached out to pick it up and dropped it to the ground.

His legs felt a little weak, and when he saw that the dinner plate beside him was empty, he remembered that he forgot to put cat food for him last night.

I hugged it, put some cat food on it, and squatted in front of it to watch it eat.

Hearing the sound of password input from the door behind me, I was a little slow to react. Before my eyes moved away from Thief Bao, the door was opened and I heard a voice behind me.

"distant..."

The way I turned my head was a little unnatural.

Qin Weiji stood not far away, suddenly, everything was radiant, and the loneliness slowly dissipated.

My current complexion is definitely not good-looking, and his complexion is not good-looking, but I feel that Fen Dai loses color in an instant, and I feel that comparing Fen Dai to him is too vulgar.

All gold, silver, pearls and jade are very vulgar compared to Qin Weiji.

But his appearance is really not very bright, his eyebrows and eyes are stained with dust, he is thin, and he is rarely embarrassed.

My face was pale, even my lips were colorless, I slowly stood up, "Brother Qin..."

He looked at me, his hand holding the suitcase was trembling, his brows were getting deeper and deeper, and he was slightly sullen, but his voice was very soft, "Miss me?"

I didn't speak, just stared at him blankly.

"Don't you want Brother Qin?"

Why don't you want to, think about it day and night...

Before I could answer, his expression darkened, his brows were stained with sadness, which made people unbearable.

I licked my dry lips, the outline was a little stiff, and said in a deep voice, "Have you eaten yet?"

I didn't sleep all night and looked a little haggard. He looked at my eyes with tears, "Yaoyao... Is it still counting on our remarriage..."

I was stunned for a while, watching him move forward, I took a step back, turned around, "Let's discuss the matter of remarriage..."

He paused, stopped, looked down at my bare feet, took out a pair of slippers from the cabinet, put them in front of me, and slowly squatted down.

He lifted my feet and put my shoes on.

He didn't stand up, and kept his head down.

Then I heard his suppressed voice, trembling at the end, "Don't you want Brother Qin?"

My eyes suddenly turned red, and I looked at the person squatting in front of me, whose figure was much slimmer than a month ago, thinking about how he survived his days and nights.

Grandpa passed away, and something happened to me again, so I can't leave or stay.

I suddenly felt that I was a little cruel, whether people become selfish when they are desperate.

I leaned down and put my arms around him.

He stood up slowly, put his arms around my waist, and said softly, "I'm late..."

I buried myself in his arms, sobbing softly, and slowly began to cry, "Brother Qin, Jiang Ling is dead...he is only 30 years old...he is not married yet..."

He hugged me distressedly, his voice trembling with me, "Stop crying, and Brother Qin..."

I cried louder and louder until my voice became hoarse and I couldn't stop. "Why can't they tolerate Jiangling...why didn't they die..."

Qin Weiji comforted me, and when I gradually lost my voice and sobbed in his arms, he said softly, "Can you leave it to Brother Qin?"

Just such a soft-spoken sentence made my restless heart gradually calm down. I slowly stopped sobbing in his arms, and I felt exhausted both physically and mentally when I vented out the emotions I had accumulated for many days.

Qin Weiji slowly carried me upstairs and gently put me on the bed.

I hugged his neck and refused to let go.

He lay down with me and hugged me in his arms. I heard his breathing intermittently, and suddenly felt warmth on my shoulders, and my consciousness hit my brain. I slowly opened my eyes wide.

His clear voice was mixed with subtle tremors, "I'm not here, how many stupid things have you done..."

My eyes slowly turned red, and I felt pain like a needle pricking my heart.

"When I come back, can't I accompany you?"

"I am your husband, hell is ahead, and I will accompany you there..."

Didn't they all say that they would fly separately when disaster was imminent? Why would he be willing to accompany me to hell...

My voice is getting weaker, as if I already know that everything in the world has a defense, but love can't fight a lawsuit that is right and wrong.

When I woke up, it was already dark, and there was a weak light on beside the bed, and Qin Weiji was sleeping beside me. The room has its own style.

Qin Weiji heard the movement, opened his eyes, and rubbed my head, "Did you sleep well?"

"Hmm..." I stretched out my arms and wrapped them around his neck, with a sticky voice, "I'm hungry, Brother Qin."

He smiled and said softly, "What do you want to eat?"

"I'll eat whatever you do, I'm not picky eaters."

He sat up slowly, and I rubbed my shoulders before I remembered that he had been on a plane for more than ten hours, and he didn't eat anything when he came back, and he didn't even have time to take a shower.

I hugged his waist with some distress, "I want to eat takeaway..."

He looked at me and tilted his head, "Didn't you say you're not picky eaters?"

One of his hands was brushing my hair, and I looked up at him, "I want to drink Yuji's pork rib soup, let's go to the restaurant."

He rubbed my hair amusedly. I have learned such a Beijing dialect after so many years in Beijing, "I'll ask my assistant to buy it. I have something to do tonight. Let's go to the restaurant another day, shall we?"

I nodded, the half-closed door of the bedroom was pushed open, and an orange head came in, staring at Qin Weiji whether he dared to move forward.

I sat up and clapped my hands before it tentatively walked towards me slowly.

"The cat in Jiangling?"

I nodded, hugged Thief Bao into my arms, and said softly, "Baby, have you eaten yet?"

It meowed twice and nestled in my arms.

Qin Weiji looked at me tenderly and coaxed me, "Then let this little baby accompany you, big baby, Brother Qin, go and pack the suitcase, okay?"

I looked at him, reached out and pulled his clothes, "I'll clean it up for you..."

"No, I still have company matters to deal with, let him play with you for a while, good boy."

I nodded obediently.

After a while, I heard Qin Weiji's voice from downstairs, and intermittently heard a little anger. I carried Thief Bao to the stairs, and heard Qin Weiji's deliberately suppressed voice.

His voice was a little cold, "I asked you to protect him, is that how you protect him?"

"Public opinion on the Internet has fermented to this extent, what are you doing?"

"So I hired you just to hear you say you did your best?"

"Did you try your best, or did you do nothing at all?"

"Preparing to issue a press release, we are going to remarry."

"Avoid suspicion? Why should I avoid suspicion?"

At the end, his cold voice slowly broke, "He Nanquan, if you are so assertive, why don't the company let you forget it?"

I have never heard Qin Weiji talk to He Nanquan like this.

I have reminded him earlier, if I don't say anything, he will have to show his feet.

Epic's public relations team is very strong. I have been hacked by the whole network for so long and the trend has not turned around. How could Qin Weiji not doubt it.

I sighed slightly, He Nanquan has been under Si Shi all these years, almost covering the sky with his hands, if he really wants to touch him, it will not be good for Brother Qin.

What's more, he is not harmful to Brother Qin.

I planned to let him go, but he insisted on committing suicide...