Passionate to know

This press conference ended in a terrible way.

Yu Jing dispatched dozens of security guards, and even alarmed the police, before he managed to suppress the out-of-control scene.All the guests were forced to go back, so the media reporters were also stopped outside the venue.

This is the worst way to deal with it, but no better solution has been found.

On the second floor, in the same room, there were two more people, Song Zhiyang and Qin Ge.

Jiang Yuyuan was already a frost-beaten eggplant, sickly as if its spine had been shaved off, and its eyes were as lifeless as the eyeballs of a dead fish.

She knew it was over this time.If today was just an ordinary press conference, she would still be able to manage it up and down and keep it secret. However, the live broadcast of the major TV stations made this matter impossible.

Back then, the words "true and true" can be said to be a prophecy, to ask for nothing, to reap the fruits of oneself, it is true.

The four looked at each other, but said nothing.

In the end, it was Qin Ge who broke the deadlock first. He pretended to be idle and watched the fire from the other side, and comforted hypocritically: "Mrs. Song, this is not a sad time, let's think about how to close the stall first."

Song Zhiyang stood in front of Jiang Yuyuan, as if he was protecting her behind him: "Qin Ge, put your face away, you have contributed a lot to this matter."

Qin Ge shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "Mr. Song has wronged me..."

"Really?" Song Zhiyang's eyes almost burst into flames, "Without Mr. Qin, who can set up a probe in the room? Without Mr. Qin, who can secretly change the live video? Without Mr. Qin, who can cheat people into the game ?...Now, do you still want to cry for injustice?"

Qin Ge accepted all of Song Zhiyang's accusations, and smiled without guilt: "Mr. Song, it's not that I dare to do it or not. It's just that I am a helper at best in this matter, and the master has to be Mr. An."

Song Zhiyang's body froze, he was reluctant but had to face An Zhi directly.An Zhi was sitting on the other side of the sofa, playing with the "Huo Huo" in his hand. If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, no one would believe that such a big battle was caused by this well-behaved, docile and inoffensive person. caused by people.

Feeling that everyone's eyes were on him, An Zhi looked away and raised his head.

"Are you angry?" An Zhi said coldly.

The fire in Song Zhiyang's heart seemed to be covered by a handful of sand from the head, but it was suffocated. Yes, why should he be angry? Why not complain about revenge.To put it more harshly, this is the retribution that should be due, and it is the retribution that is 11 years late.

Song Zhiyang pursed his lips, and said seriously and seriously: "Anzhi, I apologize to you on behalf of my mother...I'm sorry."

An Zhi didn't respond silently. Jiang Yuyuan behind him tugged at Song Zhiyang's sleeve, stood up tremblingly, and said, "Zhiyang... I'll do it myself..." She walked forward slowly Two steps, bent over, bowed to An Zhi, and said weakly with tears in his eyes: "My child... what happened back then was indeed my fault. It was my mistakes that caused you to suffer a lot. I apologize here, please forgive me."

An Zhisheng accepted her gift, but refused: "I will not accept your apology."

Jiang Yuyuan opened his mouth wide, and was surprised by An Zhi's words again: "You..."

"It's your business to apologize, it's my business to forgive, what's your business to me?"

Such blunt words broke Jiang Yuyuan's face again, and she almost choked up and cried, almost accusing: "I have... already apologized to you, why are you so unreasonable?! Could it be Are you really willing to pay for my life?"

An Zhi frowned, the angry Jiang Yuyuan made him unable to control his disgust, he asked Jiang Yuyuan: "How can a person who made a mistake be angry at the other party for not forgiving because he feels that his apology is already very sincere?" Own?"

All three of them were taken aback for a moment, and then they heard An Zhi's sharp reprimand: "If you hurt others, you should be prepared to be punished before you apologize, not to be forgiven."

"If I forgive you, you can only take it as an accident rather than the other party's duty. It's only natural that I don't forgive you."

Jiang Yuyuan stopped crying all of a sudden, and only shed tears in a daze, as if she had aged ten years, she sat down in embarrassment.

An Zhi looked down at her. He had been looking forward to this scene for many years, planning it for many years, and worrying about it for many years. Now that it was finally completed, he didn't feel that the stone pressing on his heart disappeared. He only felt that there was a kind of breakthrough in the forest. After the dreary darkness of the city, what ushered in was not the morning sunrise, but the fog.

It seems that what he wants most is not to see those who have hurt him prostrate and cry in front of him, that is actually another kind of harm to himself.

An Zhi was tired, and he wanted to leave, "Give me back Fan Ling, and I will completely destroy that recording."

Jiang Yuyuan was speechless. Seeing this, Song Zhiyang could only stand up: "I promise you."

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Song Zhiyang and An Zhi came to the venue together. A few hours ago, it was still a noisy feast, but now it is a joke.

Song Zhiyang unlocked the bulletproof glass, took out all the items of Fanling one by one, put them in a box, put them in a bag, and solemnly handed them over to Anzhi.

"Return to the original owner."

An Zhi took the bag, his hands trembling slightly, he lowered his eyes, deliberately not looking into Song Zhiyang's eyes, even he himself didn't know what expression to put on now.

From the beginning, they have written the ending, and even so, it is tragic enough.

"Anzhi."

For the first time, Song Zhiyang felt as if he had passed away. When he chanted this name, he was always gentle, but now he was full of bitterness.

"An Zhi... have you always stayed by my side with such a mood?"

"Otherwise, what kind of mood should I use?"

"You entered Yujing just to plan today?"

"Yes."

"You deliberately didn't participate in the selection because you were afraid of being found out, right?"

"Yes."

"Qin Ge's participation is also your plan?"

"Yes."

An Zhi felt that such a question made people feel uncomfortable: "Song Zhiyang, what's the point of asking again? Would it make you feel better to hear my confession?"

How could it be easy, Song Zhiyang smiled wryly, he was eager to give a negative answer from An Zhi, even if it was lying to him, he was willing to believe it.

"The last question," Song Zhiyang said with great difficulty, every word seemed bloody: "When you said you were willing, was it true, or was this also your plan?"

In the empty venue, every sentence carries a lonely echo, beating on the hearts of sad people, leaving mottled scars one after another.

An Zhi lowered his head, bit his lower lip tightly, and tried hard until the blood came from the bite, and the faint smell of blood stimulated the tip of his tongue. Then he let go, and looked up with a sad indifference.

"Song Zhiyang, you volunteered, so you deserve it."

It deserves it, it should be like this, it's not worth being wronged.Song Zhiyang closed his eyes, the veins in his hands were twitching, and every breath was excruciatingly painful.

He looked at An Zhi, this person was still in his arms the day before, doing the most intimate thing in the world, and now he was still in front of him, but it was like an uneven ditch.

He and him are like a river forever separated from the two banks, unfathomably deep.

Song Zhiyang's deeply frowned brows loosened, and the sadness in his eyes was like a tide, and the undercurrent was turbulent, lingering.

He stepped forward, hugged An Zhi firmly, pressed his lips against his ear, suppressed his heartache, and hoarse his voice: "An Zhi, if I can, I would rather never see you. The best thing is not to have a fate, to have a fate No points...too hurtful. But..." He paused, firm and desolate, "...I don't regret it."

After finishing speaking, he let go of him slowly, and left with both hands reluctantly, "...you... let's go."

An Zhi's knuckles turned white, took a deep breath, picked up the things, turned and walked towards the gate.The sound of his shoes stepping on the ground was not light or heavy, and every step was a signal to leave.

"and many more."

Until the door, Song Zhiyang said again, "Anzhi... happy birthday."

An Zhi stopped, opened the door, and looked back at Song Zhiyang before the night fell. He couldn't see the expression on his face against the light, and could only hear endless laments in his cold voice: "Song Zhiyang Yang... thank you."