On the other side, Ziyi and Qin Yuhuan both received calls from Shu Baizhu.
Shu Baizhu first apologized for the excessive words in the fan circle, and then asked if she could post a Weibo, saying that the three of them have always known each other as good friends.
This kind of clarification is quite common in the circle. As long as she comes out and says that they know each other, the dirty water on Qin Yuhuan can be washed away instantly, and the so-called "mistress" charge will be unfounded.
Qin Yuhuan originally didn't care whether these dirty waters were dirty or not. After all, those dirty waters could only be thrown on her social accounts, but not on her people or even her heart.
After all, it's just rumors.
"Perhaps after you clarify, I'll probably take advantage of your popularity." Qin Yuhuan half-jokingly said, "Don't worry, Shu Baizhu, I don't mind those words."
"I do mind." Shu Baizhu said seriously, "I don't mind you riding on my popularity. I'm not famous either, so there's not much I can ride on. I'd rather it be you than anyone else. Besides, what they said wasn't nice. You're not a mistress, Qin Yuhuan. We did know each other in high school."
It’s just that we never spoke to each other in high school, but does that mean we’re not friends anymore?
Qin Yuhuan compromised, "Okay, you post on Weibo, and I'll follow the good team."
Shu Baizhu finally relaxed his tone, "I've already told Xiaozi, don't worry, her temper comes in waves, just let her vent and she'll be fine."
"You give me the illusion that you're going to hand someone over to me."
When Fang Jinyao came in, this two-faced artist was flipping through a paper script under the light.
It was just an A4 sheet printed and bound, held in Qin Yuhuan's hand. His long sleeves slid up a little, revealing his fair wrists. He inexplicably exuded the elegant air of a scholar.
Shu Baizhu chuckled. "I'm not telling you this, but she's already walked towards you. I'm not suitable for her, Qin Yuhuan. There are too many things in my life that I want to grasp and keep, but Ziyi is not among them. Or perhaps, Ziyi only accounts for a very small proportion."
This results in Ziyi always being the one not chosen.
The input and output between them are never equal.
"You don't know, when I called her, she tried to be polite and nice to me, but as she spoke, she couldn't hide her anger, and I gave her a lot of grievances and injustices."
Qin Yuhuan didn't know what to say for a moment. She listened quietly to Shu Baizhu's words, as if they had been friends for many years.
"Have you ever thought about telling Ziyi about this?" During Shu Baizhu's pause, Qin Yuhuan offered a small suggestion, "Can you both bear the pressure your family is putting on you together?"
"I can tell her," Shu Baizhu seemed to have figured it out. "I will tell her. I don't need her to bear and face it with me."
Some words and some thoughts, when spoken out, are also answers given to yourself, telling yourself that there is no possible answer to this relationship.
"I'm hanging up now. I'll post on Weibo and tag you later. Remember to follow me first." Shu Baizhu abruptly changed the subject. After receiving Qin Yuhuan's affirmative response, she suddenly said, "Qin Yuhuan, Ziyi and I... we won't look back."
The love in youth is sometimes so fragile. When the waves of reality come, countless romantic youths are washed to death on the beach, and Shu Baizhu is no exception.
Even before her adolescence ended and this romance was just beginning to sprout and grow, her love was already struggling on the brink of death.
They have been entangled until now, almost engaged and about to get married. This is Ziyi's persistence, but also her unwillingness.
What a pity...
Shu Baizhu's clarification was posted quickly, and so was Qin Yuhuan. As for Ziyi, she seemed to be lurking on Weibo. The moment either of them posted, she instantly retweeted it, adding a bunch of question marks: "?????? Why aren't you guys at me? Did you two secretly create a small group without me in it?"
Qin Yuhuan couldn't help but send a private message to Ziyi on Weibo with an emoticon of someone hitting their head.
Ziyi sent a carefree grin. [This emoticon is a little more fashionable than the one on WeChat, isn't it?]
Qin Yuhuan replied again, but she switched to WeChat. Her Weibo private message reminders popped up too quickly, making it particularly difficult to chat normally on Weibo.
The two chatted casually, and Ziyi suddenly said, "Didn't I tell you before that Shu Baizhu asked me out? I asked her out for dinner tonight."
[Qin: Are you reporting to me, Xiaozi?]
Ziyi: ...
How can this be considered a report? Isn't it just me sharing my itinerary with you so that if I suddenly lose contact or something, you can still find out, right?
Classmate Xiao Qin called directly and said, "Ziyi, stop talking nonsense."
Ziyi was laughing so hard at home, "Okay, I won't talk nonsense anymore. You don't have much to do today. You seem to be at the forefront of the surfing all the time."
"Not much. Today we're not shooting much palace scenes. We're mainly shooting the things happening in the General's Mansion. I originally wanted to go there to learn acting skills, but... Sister Jin Yao is here, and today's shooting scene... is very dangerous."
Fang Jinyao would always save face for Fang Zhiying in public, and no one except her even knew that the two of them were actually the same Fang. However, all this could not withstand the blood shadow left on Fang Zhiying from being beaten so many times by Fang Jinyao since childhood.
Fang Zhiying subconsciously wanted to show off, and he wanted to show off in front of his cousin. This was manifested in the following ways: he cursed a little louder, spoke in a more serious tone when talking about the play, and even his aura became a lot more serious. He was just short of changing his casual clothes that made it easy to move around into formal business attire.
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