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It's rare to take a vacation away from the recording. Everyone was very free yesterday, and they didn't go to sleep until [-] o'clock in the morning.

In the morning, Qiao Zhihuan was soundly asleep when she was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door.

The room was dimly lit, and Qiao Zhihuan hadn't fully woken up yet, so she lay on the bed and asked, "Who is it?"

The knocker didn't answer, and there was an eerie silence in the room for a moment.

Qiao Zhihuan didn't take this matter to heart, turned over and planned to continue sleeping.

Unexpectedly, just as his consciousness was about to fade, two knocks on the door quickly knocked him back to reality.

Who stays up early in the morning and engages in such pranks?

Qiao Zhihuan reluctantly sat up from the bed, wrapped in a soft quilt, her eyes were still closed in pain and refused to open.

"Bang bang bang."

Three more.

Qiao Zhihuan suddenly opened his eyes.

He noticed that the direction of the sound was not the door at all, but the floor-to-ceiling windows!

He lives on the third floor, who can stand on the third floor and knock on his window early in the morning?

This time, Qiao Zhihuan's consciousness was completely awake.

He sat in the dark and waited quietly for a while, but the voice suddenly stopped, as if confronting him.

Did I hear it wrong?

However, just as Qiao Zhihuan was about to relax, the devilish knock on the door sounded again.

It seemed that if he didn't catch this man, he wouldn't be able to sleep at all. Qiao Zhihuan got out of bed lightly and stepped into the dense cashmere slippers. He wanted to see who was playing tricks.

Qiao Zhihuanxin copied a large and thick book by hand, touched the window and gently grabbed the velvet curtains, and at the moment "knocking on the door" sounded, she suddenly opened the curtains.

The dazzling light flooded in instantly, and the bright white light immediately took away the vision.

After the vision gradually recovered, the first thing I saw was a large expanse of white snow in the distance. The sun passed through the woods, and just after a little light came out, Qiao Zhihuan's eyes moved down, and suddenly met the "criminal" who knocked on the window.

Facing the morning light, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

There is actually a large terrace outside the window, which leads directly to the garden.

A little gray deer was standing in front of the window, with horns on its forehead just tipped, looking sideways at Qiao Zhihuan, flapping its long eyelashes.

"... so cute! There are deer here."

The little gray deer looked immature and not tall, Qiao Zhihuan put down the thick book and squatted down, his eyes were almost at the same level as it.

Seemingly sure that he was not malicious, the little gray deer lowered its head, and its newly born horns hit the window frame, knocking on the door with a "Knock Knock Knock".

"So it's you." Qiao Zhihuan stroked its outline through the cold glass, and the little gray deer lowered its head meekly, rubbing its fluffy horns against the glass.

"Are you hungry? Or cold? Wait."

Qiao Zhihuan glanced around the room, and her eyes fell on the dessert on the bedside.

It was obvious that they had a fight late last night, but as soon as he returned to his room, Alijie followed him in and brought him a cup of hot cocoa with gingerbread, half of the marshmallows melted in the warm cocoa, and the gingerbread was specially made The shape of the moon face is said to "wish him a sweet dream".

The moment Qiao Zhihuan accepted it, she was about to be warmed up in this cup of hot cocoa.

Alijie is also very cute, and even booed him: "Keep it secret, only you have it, lest other people be jealous."

Qiao Zhi laughed and said yes.

In order to control body fat, he hasn't eaten a calorie bomb for many years, but for Alijie, he insisted on drinking a whole cup of hot cocoa, but he really couldn't eat the gingerbread, and there was less than half left.

Qiao Zhihuan opened the window and fed a small piece of gingerbread to the deer. The gray deer lowered its head and sniffed it cautiously.

"It's gone." Qiao Zhihuan spread out her hands to show him, "You probably shouldn't eat too much of this."

Gray Deer didn't know whether he understood or not, and kept bowing to Qiao Zhihuan to beg for food.

"It's really gone."

The deer glanced inward, seemed convinced that there was indeed nothing to eat, and turned away from the terrace.

Before taking two steps, the gray deer suddenly turned around and pulled something down. Qiao Zhihuan didn't see it clearly. It had already spread its hooves and ran dozens of meters away.

"Don't run!"

Qiao Zhihuan's expression changed, he grabbed a blanket and chased after him.

The white lace tablecloth swaggered in the air, and the gray deer grabbed the tablecloth from the bedside table in its mouth. While jumping up and down, it looked back to see if Qiao Zhihuan had caught up.

The garden leads directly to the top of the mountain, and there is still snow in the dense forest. Qiao Zhihuan is wearing slippers, and the cold snow is all over her legs. One foot is deep and the other is shallow, making it difficult to walk.

The gray deer was happy, and hopped left and right to play around him.

Qiao Zhihuan was almost dumbfounded by this kid.

"I won't chase anymore." Qiao Zhihuan gasped while standing in the snow, "You...be careful not to eat it, you can't eat that thing."

It's not that he feels sorry for the tablecloth, but mainly because he is afraid that the small animals will not be able to tell whether it is food or not, and eat the tablecloth by mistake.

"……joyous!"

His name seemed to be heard from far away, Qiao Zhihuan paused, immediately heard his name several times, and hurriedly responded.

As if hearing someone coming, Naughty Deer put down the lace tablecloth and ran away.

Picking up the tablecloth, Qiao Zhihuan realized that he had broken into the depths of the forest unknowingly.

The fine snow is piled up, the dense snow is full of clear and shallow claw marks, the branches are covered with rime, and the whole forest is piled up like gems.

This scene was as beautiful as a fairy tale, Qiao Zhihuan couldn't hold back, just about to reach out to touch the rime, the branch trembled for no reason, and the cold snow fell on his head, and then he saw the gray fur deer quickly walk away Jump behind the tree.

"you really……"

Qiao Zhihuan's headache was caused by it. If anyone told him that the deer was cute in the future, he would be anxious.

Fake, all fake!

"Huanhuan!"

There was a shout from behind, Qiao Zhihuan turned around, and saw Ye Cike standing in the ice and snow, the fresh snow made his black hair as black as ink and his lips as red as petals, like the first ray of bright red tender fruit on the branch after the winter snow, vivid and vivid people.

"Teacher Ye!"

Qiao Zhihuan raised her arms and greeted him with a smile, but saw Ye Cike running towards him suddenly, with a huge momentum, he was so dizzy from the embrace that he almost couldn't stand still.

Fortunately, Ye Cike hugged him tightly, and embraced him with all his body and snow in his fiery embrace: "I was scared to death, I thought, I thought..."

"Why do you think?"

Qiao Zhi smiled and raised his head, his curly hair and the tip of his nose were covered with snow, his cheeks were even redder from the cold, and the sun pierced through the trees, making his smile extraordinarily bright.

Ye Cike suddenly squeezed him tightly, the strength was so strong that he was about to be crushed, his breathing was disordered and trembling past his ears.

His reaction was so violent, it was not at all like the reaction he encountered in the garden after waking up, but he seemed extremely frightened, very similar to Shui Fei's reaction the day he escaped.

"You...you don't think I'm gone, do you?" Qiao Zhihuan asked tentatively.

He thought about it differently. When Ye Cike came to his room in the early morning, he thought he would see Huanhuan who was in a drowsy sleep, but the bed was empty, the quilt was not warm, and only the open window was left.

Qiao Zhihuan separated from him a little, and found that Ye Cike, who was always strict, didn't even bother to change clothes. He just put on a coat over the gray pajamas, and even ran out wearing slippers.

It seems to be really panicked.

Qiao Zhihuan touched his cheek. He didn't know how long this man had been looking for in the snow. The residual heat on his body was almost gone, and his cheeks were frozen.

He put his palm on his side cheek and warmed Ye Cike: "Where can I go? A deer knocked on the window to eat in the morning. After I gave it to him, he actually took the tablecloth away. I was afraid of him Eat it by mistake, and then catch up."

Qiao Zhihuan showed him the tablecloth in his hand.

Ye Cike lowered his eyes to look at the tablecloth, and finally regained his composure: "The deer in the forest are all spoiled by Ali Jie, and they like to make trouble. I should have told you earlier."

"You seem to have said that."

Qiao Zhihuan suddenly remembered, "Do you still remember, when we were learning the theme song on the beach, you said that deer are very fierce, and they would beat people with antlers if they didn't give them food. It turns out that Teacher Ye sent it out because of his feelings."

Ye Cike was serious: "They are really fierce, don't be fooled by their appearance."

Qiao Zhihuan teased him: "Why, do Little Puff and Gray Deer have something to say?"

Qiao Zhihuan narrowed her eyes and laughed out loud when her cheek was twisted gently.

"Go back, Alijie is calling for breakfast."

Qiao Zhihuan came out in a hurry, only wearing a woven blanket, and his feet were covered with snow. Ye Cike wanted to carry him back, but Qiao Zhihuan frantically refused: "How can it be so exaggerated!"

In the end, Ye Cike wrapped the person in his clothes. The two of them looked like two people with three legs in a fun sports meeting. They stumbled back, their ankles were filled with snow, and the clothes were also filled with wind, and they were still happy. Can't stop laughing.

When he was about to get home, Qiao Zhihuan suddenly stopped: "Why are they here?"

Ruan Sihuan and Yan Jing were actually standing in the living room, looking at them through the glass.

"...Matthew brought them here."

Ye Cike quietly clenched the hands on his shoulders. Only then did Qiao Zhihuan vaguely understand what Ye Cike was worried about just now.

"Good morning! Young man!"

Ten minutes later, Qiao Zhihuan cleared off the snow on her body, changed her clothes and walked into the warm restaurant, just in time to hear Matthew's warm greeting: "Look what happened to me when I went to the market to buy vegetables!"

Matthew put Ruan Sihuan and Yan Jing on the left and right, and pushed them towards the dining table: "They said they are also your teammates, so I brought them back together!"

At the solid wood dining table, the profiteer obviously didn't know what to say. Wei Lingsu lowered his eyebrows and ate his breakfast, Little Fang forced a stiff smile, and Ye Cike pretended not to hear.

Matthew thought he was there, everyone was cautious, and immediately left the restaurant after a brief greeting. When passing by Qiao Zhihuan, he pinched the tip of his nose and showed a big smile: "Today is more beautiful, Chouquette."

The breakfast was hearty and healthy, with avocado open sandwiches, French scrambled eggs, yogurt and fruit tarts, and breakfast tea, but everyone ate the meal very dullly, and no one started talking.

Qiao Zhihuan quickly finished her share, and when she passed by Ruan Sihuan, she tapped her knuckles on the edge of the table: "Come here after eating."

In the living room, the flames danced in the fireplace. The high-backed chair facing the fireplace covered most of Qiao Zhihuan's body, and only the arms scattered on the back of the left chair could be seen. They were white and slender, warmed by the fire. Light.

Ruan Sihuan took two steps like a pilgrimage, not daring to speak loudly: "... Huanhuan."

The hand on the back of the chair was raised casually, meaning to sit casually.

Ruan Sihuan and Yan Jing sat down cautiously.

Qiao Zhihuan's question came from the direction of the back of the chair: "Is it the old reason to come to me?"

"Yes...and no." Ruan Sihuan leaned towards Qiao Zhihuan's high-back chair, "I just came to see how you are doing."

"You haven't been online for the past two days, so you probably don't know." Ruan Sihuan confided to the back of the vermilion leather chair, "Dacheng sent lawyers to those who came forward to accuse him of intellectual property infringement and unfair industry competition. There are many people who choose to remain silent, and there are no people who stand out, and public opinion cannot become popular."

Qiao Zhihuan remained silent for a while.

He lived a day like a fairy tale, and almost forgot that he was still in the center of public opinion.

"The big orange thief called "Catch the thief" and actually set up an 'Intellectual Property Rights Protection Foundation'. He invited many bigwigs in the industry to come to the platform and pretend to be an intellectual property protector. We just held a charity reception yesterday, and the time we went up the mountain , the press release has been overwhelming."

"We all believe in you, Huanhuan." Yan Jing added, "After the recording stopped, some students have left the island, and those students who left the island are speaking for you, and Zhao Yingjie even sent hundreds of Weibo messages for you Respond to those who scold you one by one. But we... can't resist professional public opinion control no matter what, and now the Internet is calling for a reversal, saying that you are using your influence to use intellectual property as an excuse to extort money from Big Orange. "

Ruan Sihuan nodded: "This matter has been turned into entertainment, and the big orange is set up to dance to the angry orange people, and the corporate image has been washed clean."

They said that it was a rare time for Qiao Zhihuan to go to Weibo, and soon found the source of the "Shouqi Orange" emoticon package.

"The big orange I thought: Hands and eyes open to the sky, super evil god

The picture is an octopus with an orange head

Big Orange Actually: Embroidered Pillow, Shivering

The accompanying picture is an orange made into a needle bag, trembling with two lasagna tears"

Sure enough, all the comments were "hahahaha" and "I'm laughing to death".

Occasionally someone raises the issue of intellectual property rights and unfair competition in Big Orange, and immediately gets hundreds of replies saying "I just came to the Internet to have fun", "Why are you so serious", "I don't understand intellectual property rights, but I think it can Those who come out and tear it up, all members evil people."

Entertainment is a layer of sugar coating. As long as any evil thing is wrapped in a layer of fun, the original focus will be blurred into insignificance.

Then, like countless ordinary funny jokes, it will be quickly swallowed by the endless flow of information.

As expected, Big Orange has been in the industry for decades. First, he hit hard, then the charity fund was laundered, and finally it was completely entertained, and the influence was minimized. This turnaround was really smooth and skillful.

"Fortunately, the investigation team of the Intellectual Property Office and the anti-monopoly management department is still there, but the investigation team will take a few months from filing the case to the completion of the evaluation, and it may take several years at the long end. Huanhuan, such a long time After the consumption, everyone has already forgotten about you, and you may be attacked and misunderstood continuously during this period of time, and Big Orange is also using his influence to destroy your business... If this continues..."

Yan Jing didn't want to speak directly, but Ruan Sihuan took up the topic: "If this continues, it will be your old path again."

"Huanhuan, I originally thought that as long as you are happy, it doesn't matter if you stay here."

Ruan Sihuan said: "However, the situation here is obviously not good for you. If you continue to lose power, you will fall with them. There is no hope, Huanhuan."

"Actually, you might as well—"

He deliberately paused, did not finish his sentence, and left the choice to Qiao Zhihuan.

The house was quiet for a long time, leaving only the flames beating silently.

After a long time, Qiao Zhihuan sighed softly and said, "Maybe last time, I didn't speak clearly enough."

Ruan Sihuan vaguely understood his subtext, and said: "Huanhuan, that's all happened in the past. In the past, we were wrong. Now we all want you to go back."

"Do not."

Qiao Zhihuan was very calm, and her tone could even be said to be gentle: "You guys are not at fault at all. I was the one who didn't understand before."

"Fortunately, I have figured it out now. In the past, I was able to meet so many people in various forms, and I had a happy life with you. Maybe I even encouraged each other with more people I knew and didn't know. enough."

The shadows swam, and Qiao Zhihuan finally stood up from the high-back chair.

In the gentle firelight, he turned around and smiled at them: "...Go back. You should have your own lives...and live for yourself."

Qiao Zhihuan passed by Ruan Sihuan, leaving only a faint scent, like a passing dream.

The moment the two missed each other, a bookmark lightly landed in Ruan Sihuan's hand.

On the bookmark with simple design, there is Qiao Zhihuan's beautiful handwriting: "Toloveoneselfisthebeginningofalifelongromance."[1]

(Embracing yourself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.)

Ruan Sihuan and Yan Jing didn't stay long, and asked Matthew to send them away.

But this time they left, they should be completely away from Qiao Zhihuan's life.

After saying goodbye, Qiao Zhihuan turned around and walked upstairs. Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the hall, she saw Ali Jie standing on the spiral staircase with a stool, struggling to lift her arm to wipe a huge portrait.

She is too short to use her strength, and the stool is wobbly, and the several-meter-high portrait is even more shaky.

It's not a joke if this thing falls down, Qiao Zhihuan hurried forward and easily took the soft cloth from her hand, "Let me do it."

A Li Jie was stunned for a moment, then turned around and realized that it was Qiao Zhihuan, and immediately burst into laughter.

Qiao Zhihuan is tall, so it is much easier to work. While he was wiping, his eyes fell on the portrait unconsciously.

The painter's brushstrokes are crazy, and the brushstrokes seem to be rubbed with life. The paintings are mostly dark, and only a bunch of flames are painted, as if a hole was scalded on the canvas.

The name of the painting is engraved on the label at the bottom of the frame. It is very simple, only three words, "Her".

Qiao Zhihuan lowered her hand slowly, fascinated: "A Li Jie, who is this painting?"

Alijie smiled lovingly, her gaze seemed to drift far away through the painting.

She turned her head and grabbed his sleeve mysteriously: "Come on, I'll take you somewhere."

The author has something to say: [1] From Wilde's play "The Ideal Husband"