Chapter 53: The Past “At the age of 24, I had almost accepted my fate, but…

All of Qiao Zheng's work was suspended, she was rejected by the entertainment industry and entered into indefinite hibernation.

Murong Bo said on the phone, "It's actually very simple to get back to the top. Why bother being so stubborn?"

Yes, why bother? □□ is just a body, the soul is the real thing. Keep the soul pure, give up the dignity of the body, in exchange for a life without sorrow, without worry, and without despair and tears, isn’t it good?

No!

not good!

Qiao Zheng stared coldly at the drone flying outside the window. She wondered which entertainment reporter was operating it, trying to capture as many ugly photos of Qiao Zheng as possible.

Qiao Zheng examined the person behind the drone camera, and countless pairs of eyes were looking at Qiao Zheng.

They heard her say, "I won't give up."

Reality forced her to bow her head and admit defeat.

Troubled by haters and illegitimate fans, Qiao Zheng was forced to move. No matter where she went, strange things would always appear at her doorstep—a skinned and bloody dead rat, a wreath "gifted" to Qiao Zhizheng, and a black and white portrait printed out and framed.

There are irregular knocks on the door at any time of day or night, and I can never get a good night's sleep.

Once, Qiao Zheng came home from outside and found that the food in the refrigerator had been moved and spread out on the floor to form a big word "death".

Qiao Zheng called the police without hesitation, and the person who sneaked into her house was soon found, a child of about fourteen or fifteen years old.

When the child saw Qiao Zheng at the police station, he cursed her without a trace of remorse, "People like you shouldn't be alive!"

Qiao Zheng's hand paused as she signed, and without hesitation, she threw the pen down. Her words were like ice, "Whether I should live or not is up to me!"

Qiao Zheng refused to compromise. The child's parents paid the fine while cursing. Seeing their child about to be detained, they turned and glared at Qiao Zheng with resentment, "He's a celebrity, can't you be more generous? The child is ignorant, can't you be more tolerant?"

When Qiao Zheng was in the entertainment industry, she always followed the principle of being kind to others, but this approach was not suitable for everyone. Some people loved to take advantage of others - like the person in front of her.

Qiao Zheng looked at her coldly and said bluntly, "If I put a knife to your neck, as long as you don't die, can we pretend nothing happened?"

The child's mother stammered, "...How can this be the same?"

Qiao Zheng: “Oh!”

Qiao Zheng ignored them and turned to walk into the world full of bitter wind and rain. The rain mixed with tears flowed down. Qiao Zheng raised her eyes and looked at the dim skyline, just like her bleak future where it was difficult to see the way forward.

As Qiao Zheng expected, what happened that day added another layer of color to the already numerous negative news about her.

The comment section of Qiao Zheng’s Weibo was completely overwhelmed.

"Didn't that little fan just quit following you and turned against you? After all, she liked you once, so is it necessary to treat her like this?"

"It's bad luck to fall in love with someone like this. Not only is she not a good person, but if you don't like her anymore, you'll end up in jail."

"That's not what you're saying. It was clearly that little fan who was at fault first."

The few comments that looked at things more objectively were drowned out by the insults and no one paid any attention.

"As a public figure, Qiao Zhizheng's actions have a terrible impact."

…

With the help of Lou Heng, Qiao Zheng moved to a new home.

A rare look of guilt appeared on Lou Heng's face. "I can't shake the big tree behind him. They have been suppressing Heng Xing and wanting me to persuade you to go there on your own initiative. I didn't agree, and I don't have the ability to fully protect you. They can't find this house for the time being. This is the only thing I can do for you now."

Qiao Zheng settled down in the house arranged by Lou Heng.

To be honest, this house is indeed very safe. Without the ubiquitous paparazzi's prying and harassment, the community is very quiet, as quiet as a cold tomb.

Qiao Zheng lay in the cold grave, not daring to step out of the door, for fear that a black-and-white portrait of herself would appear outside her house and smile at her.

I dare not open the refrigerator, for fear of another word of death.

Facing the rice, she didn't dare to pick up her chopsticks. The delicious food turned into a colorful mess. Qiao Zheng threw away her chopsticks in horror, ran to the room and buried her head in the quilt.

After a long time, a tear-soaked face emerged from under the quilt.

It was dark, the lights were off and the windows were open.

The wind blew the snow-white gauze curtains high up in the air, and Qiao Zheng thought of the white paper flowers floating in the sky at the funeral of her father who had jumped off the building. It looked just like this.

Qiao Zheng got out of bed and walked over. Her fingertips touched a corner of the white paper flower. A dark shadow swayed in the corner. The Grim Reaper, wearing a black robe, was approaching with a huge sickle in his hand.

Qiao Zheng looked out the window. The blue velvet sky was filled with a sea of ​​stars, so beautiful that it made her intoxicated. Qiao Zheng uncontrollably pushed open the French window and walked to the balcony.

Raise your hands to reach for the stars.

The distance is getting closer and closer, just a little bit more.

Qiao Zheng was trying hard to touch the brilliant sea of ​​stars when suddenly a soft sound came from behind her, as if something was blown to the ground by the wind.

Qiao Zheng came back to her senses and found herself sitting astride the balcony railing. The sea of ​​stars above her head was out of reach, and when she looked down, there was a dizzying sky beneath her feet.

Reason is saying, Qiao Zhizheng, you should go down, go back to your room and have a good sleep.

Emotions were tugging at her. Qiao Zhizheng, are you tired? Do you want to live this life of constant fear? Quick! Jump down. Jump down and you won't have to worry about anything.

Reason and emotion were pulling back and forth, and Qiao Zheng was struggling in pain with tears in her eyes.

Someone was talking in a trance.

Qiao Zheng turned her head and the reflection on the floor-to-ceiling window glass revealed the face she was most familiar with—her own face.

The person in the mirror is smiling—

"I'm going to work hard. Once I pay off these debts, I'll buy a big house with a garden and have a cat and a dog to keep me company."

"How long will it take to achieve this? Let's set a small goal first: ten years! I can definitely do it in ten years!"

The person in the mirror was crying, and said to Qiao Zheng while crying:

"Qiao Zhizheng, are you giving up now?"

"Qiao Zhizheng, do you want to die so easily?"

"Qiao Zhizheng, are you willing?"

The person in the mirror is saying, "I won't give up!"

Qiao Zheng slowly repeated:

"……I……"

"……No……"

"……sweet……"

"……Heart……"

Yes, how can I be willing to accept this?

If I jump now, I really won't have to worry about anything.

But……

But, wouldn't those people get what they wanted? What would they say then?

"Qiao Zhizheng feels guilty."

"Qiao Zhizheng is that kind of person!"

"Qiao Zhizheng wasn't guilty of something; he had indeed done these things. So why did he just jump without even a word of explanation?"

…

Qiao Zheng let out a long sigh, then walked down from the railing like a pale wandering soul. She turned around and went back to the house, lying straight on the bed. The wind blew in from the wide-open floor-to-ceiling window, and Qiao Zheng felt cold all over.

Qiao Zheng kept her eyes open until the dawn.

Blinking her sore eyes, Qiao Zheng lifted her frozen fingers and opened Weibo.

Weibo private message comments were closed long ago during the initial wave of public opinion. Qiao Zheng posted a text message on Weibo:

"The 24-year-old me had almost accepted my fate, but the 18-year-old me cried and told me she wouldn't accept it."

It was just a simple Weibo post. In the following years, Qiao Zheng never posted on Weibo again, and her username was changed from "Qiao Zhizheng" to "Qiao Zheng".

A new name, the beginning of a new life, Qiao Zheng waited for tomorrow to come in the long dark night.

In the following years, someone saw an actress who looked very similar to Qiao Zhizheng appearing on the stage of a stage play.

Why is it said to be similar? Because her temperament is completely different from Qiao Zhizheng.

If Qiao Zhizheng is a beautiful scenery that brightens people's eyes, then this person is a silent deep pool in the dark forest.

Sometimes the sun shines through the dark forest, and a lively fish jumps out of the deep pool. The waves caused by the fish's tail leave a crystal drop of water on the orchid on the shore, and the drop of water reflects the golden color of the sun.

More often than not, there is a silence that swallows up all negative emotions.

In this way, two years passed, when people had forgotten the name "Qiao Zhizheng" in a corner.

Huaxi Industry was investigated and punished by relevant departments for a series of problems such as tax evasion, reselling business machines, transferring assets abroad to support foreign reactionary forces, and the deeds of the boss's only son Murong Bo were exposed one after another.

Online comments were in uproar.

"Mummy, did you see that? Our Qingxue can finally prove her innocence. I told you she's not that kind of person. Luckily, I always believed her!"

"Yu Jing, did you see that? The person who hurt you has finally been punished! Will you come back to sing? I will continue to support you!"

"Ye Rou, my baby Rou Rou, were you really desperate when you were bullied? It makes me sad just thinking about it. My best goddess Rou Rou, wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu~"

"Qiao Zhizheng! I knew she was innocent! I always believed in her!"

"Qiao Zhizheng, where are you? Are you in the entertainment industry? Come back soon and continue filming, okay? We were wrong about you back then."

…

Stage plays are the most challenging for acting skills, because they are one-time performances. Unlike filming where you can make NGs and start over, a small mistake will lead to changes in the rhythm of the actors on the same stage, affecting the performance. It is a huge test for the actor's memory, concentration and ability to respond on the spot. At the same time, it also exercises acting skills in disguise.

Stage plays are the most rigorous test for actors. Qiao Zheng passed this test with her own efforts and hard work, and also ushered in a hopeful tomorrow after a long period of precipitation.

The following story is the highlight of Qiao Zheng's life.

Return to the glorious moment in the entertainment industry, and even go to a higher level, winning the title of Best Actress again.

It is admired and loved by countless people.

But there are always people who remember what happened back then.

"Isn't Qiao Zhizheng the female celebrity who's always hanging out with rich men and suppressing newcomers?"

"That was so long ago. It's long gone."

There are many actors who are jealous of Qiao Zheng, and there are always people on the Internet who cannot keep up with the trend of the Internet and bring up old things. People who know Qiao Zheng have mixed impressions of her, and people who don’t know her are very disgusted with her.

Qiao Zheng didn't care too much about all this. She just chose to be herself and speak with her strength.

Coming back to her senses from the memories, Qiao Zheng rubbed Qiao Zhizheng's tender earlobe, "But there is also a sequelae."

"I became very insecure and just wanted lots and lots of money to be with me."

"Gold is the best gift I can give myself."

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The author has something to say: I also want a lot of security, Sister Qiao, just give me some [evil smile][evil smile][evil smile]