half blind

Once the rumor spread, it immediately spread like a virus.

To make matters worse, early the next morning, Liang Yu posted a Weibo with only one sentence.

——Murder pays for life, this has been the case since ancient times.

As soon as this Weibo post came out, the people who eat melons immediately became furious.

Although Liang Yu's Weibo didn't mention anything specific about it, netizens believed that the person Liang Yu mentioned was Zhang Qing, and went crazy about Zhang Qing in the comment section of this Weibo.

Unlike the previous one, this time the maliciousness was fierce and difficult to resist.

The "unnecessary" crime can neither be proved nor falsified, and the incident has been reversed several times. Most of the real passers-by have lost interest in this and stopped speaking, and most of them left keyboards for "debating" for fun Xia.

Such trumped-up accusations are most in line with their wishes. Anyway, they can speculate infinitely and frame them infinitely, but they don't need to be held accountable.

Last night, Yin Ling and Qian Kun took turns calling to care about his situation. Yin Ling even proposed an outrageous plan to buy the other party's public relations company.Although Qiankun didn't know anything about the entertainment industry at all, he cared a lot about the public opinion related to Zhang Qing, and even went so far as to have heated debates with people, causing many people to scold him privately.

However, after the Dongchuang incident, other colleagues in the crew, including Jia Hao, who looked familiar to everyone, never contacted Zhang Qing again.

Zhang Qing doesn't blame them for being wise and safe.He was at the center of the vortex, and he knew the stakes best.

In this circle, "standing in line" is the most taboo. Not only can it not save others, but it is easy to drag yourself into the water.

"No, even if you cancel the trending search and delete the post, you will only be scolded by the other party even more." Duanmu Rou was in a state of distress, "Today is the third company that called me and said that it will terminate the endorsement contract! If this continues... ..."

"It's useless." Zhang Qing sighed, "Don't waste your money."

"But, are you just watching them wrong you and calling you a murderer?" Duanmurou raised his voice, "Bai Yidong is the one who forced Chen Lou to commit suicide, right? We should sue him—"

"What are you suing him for? Murder or assisted suicide?" Zhang Qing said wearily, "We don't have evidence at all. Even if there is evidence, Kong Yishan has already helped him deal with it."

"Xiaoqing, you should leave Huaishui as soon as possible these two days." Duanmurou said worriedly, "I'm afraid that after a long time, someone will talk about it again."

Zhang Qing shook his head, "I have to wait for Chen Lou's memorial service to end."

"Are you going to attend her memorial service?" Duanmurou was taken aback. "At that time, there will definitely be a bunch of reporters shooting at you. I don't know what kind of news will happen. Maybe they will say You are sad when you die like a rabbit..."

"Then if I don't go, will there be no news?" Zhang Qing said helplessly, "'He didn't go to the memorial service, he must have a guilty conscience, and he killed Chen Lou'. When the time comes, everyone Definitely would say so."

Duanmurou was choked and speechless.

"I'll be told anyway, why do you care so much?" Zhang Qing shook his head.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Zhou Nanchen carried two boxes of lunch in his hand, which he bought for Zhang Qing and Duanmurou's breakfast this morning.

He originally wanted to stay with Zhang Qing last night, but Zhang Qing refused to say anything, insisting that he was fine and let him go back.

Zhou Nanchen was indeed worried about Zhang Qing, but he didn't want to protect Zhang Qing like a flower in a greenhouse.

"The splint was removed?" Duanmurou first noticed Zhou Nanchen's freely moving left hand.

"Ah."

"Is it all right?" Zhang Qing asked, "So soon?"

"It's not too soon. I'm a young and middle-aged man, and my osteoblasts are very hardworking. In fact, I could dismantle them last week." Zhou Nanchen said, putting down the lunch box in his hand, "Eat while it's hot."

"Thank you." Zhang Qing smiled at him.

Zhang Qing looked normal, without dark circles under the eyes of insomnia, without red and swollen eyes, and his expression was calm, it would be better to say that he looked...too normal.

It's normal to a little abnormal.

"Your steamed stuffed bun tastes good, where did you buy it?" Zhang Qing asked.

"You didn't eat it?"

Zhang Qing was taken aback, "Where can I eat this?"

"It's at the breakfast stand in front of our high school."

"Could it be, the stall of that fat aunt with a greasy face?" Zhang Qing suddenly remembered something.

"correct."

"No way, how long has it been, and she is still setting up a stall there?" Zhang Qing was taken aback, "I thought they had moved long ago after so many years."

"Most of them haven't moved." Zhou Nanchen smiled, "Where else can I move to? Huaishui is only those two high schools, and it's better to set up a stall there."

"That's right." Zhang Qing was thoughtful while eating, "When you say that, I feel nostalgic for this taste even more."

Zhou Nanchen smiled, "How did you sleep yesterday?"

"It's good. I fell asleep at eleven o'clock and slept until dawn." Zhang Qing thoughtfully, "Actually, Sister Rou chose a really good hotel. It is clean and comfortable with a good location and there is no noise nearby. The first two days Tian Yinling also complained to me, saying that there is a nightclub downstairs in their hotel, and at night it is so noisy that people can't sleep."

Zhou Nanchen and Duanmurou exchanged a look, and there was unanimous worry in the eyes.

I don't know if Zhang Qing saw this worry, and smiled, "You really don't need to worry about me. Just treat it as a vacation. There was no such good opportunity before."

"You can really think about it." Duanmurou couldn't help but say.

"Shouldn't being open minded be a necessary skill in our business?" Zhang Qing teased, "Okay, you two don't have to worry about it, even if you can't be an actor, how can I still—"

"Do you want chili?" Zhou Nanchen interrupted him.

"And pepper?" Zhang Qing was taken aback.

"It's from the store. I tasted it. It's not very spicy." Zhou Nanchen took out a packet of chili powder from the bottom of the lunch box and handed it to Zhang Qing.

"Eat, I have to go." Duanmurou stood up and went to get the coat hanging on the wall.

"What are you going to do?" Zhou Nanchen asked.

"What else can you do, go run public relations." Duanmurou said, "If it's too late, it's too late."

Zhang Qing was silent for a while, "Sister Rou, I just said, don't spend money——"

"Even so, we can't sit still, can we? Even if there is a chance at this time, I have to try!" Duanmurou insisted, "I've been around longer than you, and I have more connections than you, I don't believe this There is not even a single person willing to help!"

Duanmurou stomped on her high heels and went out, only Zhou Nanchen and Zhang Qing were left in the room.

No one spoke for a long time, and the relaxed and happy atmosphere created with great difficulty just now disappeared in an instant.

"When do you plan to return to Liancheng?" Zhang Qing asked, "Is it okay for Van Gogh to stay at home for so long?"

"Let's talk about it after Chen Lou's memorial service is over." Zhou Nanchen said, "He's fine, I asked Brother Liu to visit him every week, and yesterday he told me that Van Gogh went out and caught a sparrow and came back."

"Are you going to attend her memorial service too?" Zhang Qing was a little surprised, "You haven't had much contact with her, have you?"

"On that day, if anyone present could have noticed her state, perhaps the tragedy would not have happened." Zhou Nanchen said, "Her death has something to do with each of us."

"Okay then." Zhang Qing sighed, stretched exaggeratedly and smiled, "It's really free. It seems that I have never been so free before. I haven't worked all day, but I don't know what to do. "

"Do you want to go out to play?" Zhou Nanchen asked after thinking about it.

"Go out to play?" Zhang Qing admired this calm tone as if nothing had happened for a moment, "Where can I go to play at this time?"

"Go where no one is."

"I will definitely be scolded to death by Sister Rou." Zhang Qing sighed.

"Will you go?" Zhou Nanchen looked at him.

"Go!" Zhang Qing said firmly.

That's what he said, but Zhang Qing didn't know what to play in "Nobody's Place".

He was standing up to get dressed when he was stopped by Zhou Nanchen, "Yesterday your big picture just hit the news, if you go out like this, you will definitely be recognized."

Zhang Qing was taken aback, it was true, but basically all the clothes he brought to Huaishui had been photographed by the paparazzi, how could there be clothes that would not be recognized?

He was about to ask, but when he turned his head, Zhou Nanchen was taking off his clothes.

"You, what are you doing?" Zhang Qing's ears turned red.

"Wear mine." Zhou Nanchen said concisely, throwing the shirt he just took off on the bed.

"Oh." Zhang Qing breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the clothes and met Zhou Nanchen's half-smile face.

"Smile, get out!" Zhang Qing glared at him, "Don't watch me change my clothes!"

"It's not like I haven't seen it..." Zhou Nanchen said in a low voice.

"go out!"

Zhou Nanchen's method was quite effective. The two of them got into the taxi without being noticed by anyone.

And Zhou Nanchen changed into a short T-shirt, which seemed to be bought after coming to Huaishui, and it was the first time Zhang Qing saw it.

"Being cheap, it started to shrink after two washes." Noticing Zhang Qing's gaze, Zhou Nanchen explained while raising his arm.

It could be seen that the clothes had shrunk, Zhou Nanchen raised his arm, and a tight waist dangled in front of Zhang Qing's eyes.

"oh oh."

Zhang Qing coughed dryly, quickly looked away, and looked out the window.

The scenery outside the window quickly reversed, with fewer and fewer buildings, but a large field appeared in the field of vision.

"Where are you taking me?" Zhang Qing was at a loss.

Picking vegetables?Farmhouse?

Is Zhou Nanchen better now?

"It's almost there." Zhou Nanchen just smiled.

Five minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of an inconspicuous grove.Before getting off the car, the driver babbled that the trails around here were not easy to walk, and it was difficult to turn around. Zhou Nanchen stuffed him with a few tips before telling him to shut up.

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