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"The stop ahead is the terminal [Beijing South Railway Station]. All passengers, please pack your luggage and get ready to get off."

Wen Ling sat on the seat with her schoolbag in her arms, turned her head to look out the window, and the signs of Beijing South Railway Station came into view as the train drove.He stood up, took the suitcase from the luggage rack, followed the crowd out of the car, took the escalator to the basement level, and saw Ke Yici at the exit.

"Here." Ke Yici waved his hand.

Wen Ling dragged the box and trotted over, took out the lavender sachet from his pocket, and quickly stuffed it into Ke Yici's hand embarrassedly: "Here."

Holding the sachet in his hand, Ke Yici couldn't help but bully Wen Ling, who was dodging his eyes, and said, "How can there be a sachet between good friends."

Wen Ling pursed her lips into a line, and took a step back in embarrassment.Ke Yici keenly sensed something was wrong, and quickly added: "I like it the most." He grabbed Wen Ling's wrist and softened his voice, "I'm teasing you, don't be angry."

[I don't like this way. 】Wen Ling made gestures, suppression and ridicule made him think of Chu Zhesong involuntarily. Even though Wen Ling had done enough psychological construction for himself, knowing that Ke Yici himself had no malicious intentions, he couldn't help being sad.

"I'm sorry." Ke Yici apologized, and put the sachet into his pocket, "I'll keep this and hang it by the bed." He unzipped his backpack, took out a tightly wrapped iron box, and handed it to Wen Ling with both hands, "Send it to me." A gift for you."

Wen Ling unpacked the package layer by layer, opened the iron box, and inside was a portable bluetooth speaker.

Ke Yici said: "I put a memory card in this speaker, which is the audio I recorded, and the content is some commonly used sentences, such as 'Hello', thank you, sorry, I have aphasia, please help I’ll call 110 and so on.” He scratched his head, “There are about a hundred sentences, I’ve made up the names, you can practice speaking while listening. If you think the audio is troublesome, you can transfer the audio from the memory card to You can use it on your phone, too."

"The reason for sending a stereo is simply because I can't give it away with only one memory card." Ke Yici said, "The sound quality of this stereo is very good, and listening to music is also good."

Wen Ling held the stereo and pressed the play button, and Ke Yi's voice came out, "Hello." The next voice said, "My name is Wen Ling." It sounded serious and funny, and Wen Ling rolled his eyes , Said to Ke Yici: "Thank you, thank you."

"Friends don't say thank you." Ke Yici said, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Sitting in the driver's seat, Ke Yici put on his seat belt and casually asked, "Have you read Weibo?"

Wen Ling shook his head, he looked at Ke Yici suspiciously, and gestured【I have a Weibo account, but I rarely use it, what happened? 】

"Ah." Ke Yici started the car, and he changed the subject, "Why do you have a Weibo account?"

[I will pass on the paintings I have practiced before. 】Wen Ling gestures 【Treat Weibo as a warehouse. 】

"So, what is your Weibo name, I follow you." Ke Yici said.

[Same as WeChat name. 】Wen Ling gestured, he turned on the phone, clicked on Weibo, the account had not been logged in for too long and needed to be re-verified, after some operations, he was surprised to find that there were seven or eight thousand fans in the account, and the account also unknowingly replaced him Followed a group of unfamiliar big v.

The car turned into the community and stopped at the door of the unit building. Ke Yici said with difficulty: "Something happened recently."

Wen Ling looked up, waiting for Ke Yici's next words.

"A week ago, on Weibo." Ke Yici said, "Your sister's biological parents asked a big V to help speak out. The story is not very close to the facts." Concerned about Wen Ling's emotions, he spoke tactfully, "After a week of fermenting public opinion , this matter is now the fourth topic on the Internet."

"Your parents didn't tell you because they were afraid of delaying your collection." Ke Yici said, "I'll tell you in advance, so don't be angry."

Wen Ling's round almond eyes widened even more. He stared at Ke Yici, and Ke Yici's voice became smaller and smaller: "I know it's not very early...but," he patted the steering wheel in frustration, "We're thinking of a solution."

【any solution? 】Wen Ling gestures.

"Your sister hasn't come forward to reply. This is the fundamental reason why the topic has not yet reached the top of the whole network." Ke Yici said, "They just want to force your sister to speak out, but we are not as good as they want."

[Do I need to speak out? 】Wen Ling gestures.

"When your mother contacts the PR company, you listen to them." Ke Yici said.

【Why do you know everything. 】Wen Ling gestures.

"Uh," Ke Yici paused in embarrassment, "Your sister doesn't dare to tell you, so tell me everything."

Wen Ling gestured [You go upstairs with me. 】

If it had been before, Ke Yici would have agreed with all his heart. Seeing the sparkle in Wen Ling's eyes, Ke Yici tried to pull back: "Well, I'll wait for you downstairs."

Wen Ling looked at Ke Yici with piercing eyes. Ke Yici was at a loss for what to do. He succumbed: "Okay, okay, let's go." He took off his seat belt, pulled out the car keys, pushed the door to get out of the car, and followed Going to Wen Ling's footsteps to help him pull the suitcase, stepped into the stairwell, and he said, "I asked the legal counsel of our station, your sister is not easy to handle."

Wen Ling stood in the elevator car, looked at Ke Yici, and before he could speak, Ke Yici said: "There are no easy things in this world, and you have to do it if it is difficult. Don't worry, brother, think of a way." Patting Wen Ling on the back, "I see that the other side just wants to fight a public opinion war to mess with our mentality. Don't panic, I'm a professional media person."

The witty words eased Wen Ling's anxiety, and she watched Ke Yici's performance with a smile.

"It's like playing a game. After they hand in a set of big moves, it's time for us to play." Ke Yici analyzed the situation confidently.

The elevator door opened, and Wen Ling happened to be face to face with Wen Deze who went downstairs to throw out the trash. Wen Deze said, "Xiao Yu is back."

"Hello, Uncle." Ke Yi said.

"Ke Yici." Wen Ling pronounced Ke Yici's name clearly, and he introduced it to his father, "Friend."

"Hi, go sit at home." Wen Deze said, "I'll be right back." He stepped into the elevator, pressed the button, and the elevator door closed.

Wen Ling opened the half-closed door, Shi Rong and Wen Ruixue sat on the sofa, both of them looked solemn, and turned their heads at the same time when they heard the sound at the door.

Wen Ruixue spoke first: "Brother, are you back?"

[I know all about it. 】Wen Ling gestures 【What should we do now? 】

"Sit." Shi Rong pointed to the small bench next to the coffee table.

"Hello, Auntie." Ke Yici said.

"You are Xiao Ke, come in." Shi Rong waved enthusiastically, "Thank you for taking care of Xiao Yu during this time."

Ke Yici put on his slippers and sat down at the tea table with Wen Ling. He took the initiative to confess: "I told Xiaoyu about this in advance."

[Not very early either. 】Wen Ling is still brooding over the time of the announcement,【I just found out. 】

"I went to Fanyun Public Relations, and they are willing to help." Shi Rong said, "From today on, anyone who contacts us, especially Xiaoxue, should ignore them and send their contact information to Ms. Fan Shanshan."

Ke Yici raised his hand.

"Say." Shi Rong nodded.

"Next week, a reporter from our unit will interview their family, and I can follow them to see it." Ke Yici said.

Shi Rong said gratefully, "Thank you, I have troubled you so much."

"No trouble, Xiaoyu's business is my business." Ke Yici said.

"Xiaoyu here," Shi Rong looked at Wen Ling, "You can do the final project with peace of mind, don't think about it. If there are professional people to take over, everyone don't need to worry about it."

Wen Deze pushed the door open and came in, and said, "Hey, what about the meeting?"

"It's over." Wen Ruixue said.

"Did Xiaoyu go to Beidaihe and see the white crane?" Wen Deze asked.

Wen Ling nodded, took out his tablet, and handed Wen Deze the photo.

Wen Ruixue raised her hand: "I want to see it too."

The family returned to the usual laughter, as if the storm of public opinion on the Internet did not have the slightest negative impact on their lives.

Only Fan Shanshan, who is doing research on public opinion, knows that this is just an illusion of calm in the center of the storm, and that online wars will eventually descend into reality. No matter how hard you try to ignore it, it will always hit you with a devastating blow.

"Empty Nest Parents Affectionately Call Their Birth Daughter: Please Come Back to Us"

"Trafficking is the original sin!Are blood ties really indestructible? "

"Who Will Pay for the Tragedy?Mother and daughter have been separated for many years and become strangers. Whose fault is it? "

Fan Shanshan closed the laptop, stood up and shouted towards the door: "Yangyang, come and give me advice."

The author says:

Next Friday, I will enter v for the third time.