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Less than two days after the fan quarrel, some edited clips suddenly appeared on the Internet, cutting out the beginning and end of the scene where the fans of the only one were arguing at the entrance of the studio that day, leaving only the part where Zhao Yin’s fans “refuted”, and the accompanying text also set the rhythm, saying “Zhao Yin’s fans bullied Wen Xi’s fans”
"Top-tier fans take advantage of their power to bully others."
I saw it this morning when I was brushing my trumpet.
I originally just wanted to read the comments on the wrap-up Weibo post, but suddenly a Weibo post with a black entry popped up on the homepage. I clicked on it and saw the video that had been cut into pieces. The comments below were already arguing. Some people said, "No wonder Teacher Wen Xi was in a bad mood yesterday. It turns out that he was angry with Zhao Yin's fans." Others brought up the previous variety show and said that Zhao Yin "always forced things to happen."
I know those clips are fake, but I still can't help but feel uncomfortable when I see those words that slander Zhao Yin.
He clearly did nothing. Even when his fans were arguing, it was his team that mediated first. How come it became "bullying" on the Internet?
My phone suddenly vibrated. It was a WeChat message from Zhao Yinfa: "Are you awake? There's breakfast downstairs. I bought your favorite soy milk and fried dough sticks."
I quickly locked my phone, got up and walked downstairs.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw him. He was holding a breakfast bag and his hair was a little messy. He must have gone to queue up early. There was a half-hour queue at that soy milk and fried dough stick shop every day.
"What's wrong? You look so bad." He reached out and touched my forehead, frowning. "Didn't you sleep well?"
"No." I dodged his hand and walked to the living room. "Maybe I'm a little sleepy."
He followed me, put breakfast on the dining table, and opened the bag: "Eat something first, it won't taste good if it gets cold." I sat down, picked up the fried dough stick, took a bite, but it tasted bland.
He sat across from me, didn't move his chopsticks, just looked at me and asked, "Did you read something online?"
I didn't say anything.
He reached for my phone and unlocked the screen. He knew my password, which was his birthday.
I opened Weibo and saw those rhythmic entries were still at the end of the hot searches. He flipped through the comments, paused his finger on the screen for a while, and then handed the phone back to me.
"Don't worry about it." His voice was flat, no emotion could be heard. "The team has already contacted the platform to delete the video. It will be gone soon."
"But they're all saying you..." I looked up at him, my voice a little hoarse, "They say your fans are bullying people, and that you forcibly tied me up."
"That's fake." He picked up the soy milk and handed it to me. "You know it's fake, I know it's fake, and my uncle and aunt know it too. That's enough."
"But the fans don't know." I pushed the soy milk back. "My fans will misunderstand you, and your fans will also feel wronged. They clearly did nothing wrong..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly reached out and held my hand.
"Wenxi, we can't please everyone, and not everyone has to like us. Just do what you want to do." He looked me in the eyes, his tone serious. "I've told you before that what others say is their business. We just need to know that we've done nothing wrong. Misunderstandings between fans will slowly be resolved. There's no need to rush."
"But I don't want you to get hurt." I looked down at our clasped hands. "It was clearly my fans who started the fight, but in the end, you and your fans have to take the blame."
"What's yours, what's mine?" He smiled and ruffled my hair. "We are together, aren't we?"
As I was speaking, my cell phone rang. It was Sister Ling calling.
I picked up the phone, and her voice was a little anxious: "Xiao Xi, don't worry about those videos online. The team is already dealing with it. Zhao Yin Studio also just issued a statement, released the full video, and attached the mediation record. Do you want to take a look?"
I was stunned for a moment and turned to look at Zhao Yin.
He raised his eyebrows, took out his phone, opened the studio's Weibo and showed it to me. At the top of the post was the full video, from the fans shouting, to the team stepping forward to mediate, to the final apology from both sides, without cutting a single frame. Attached below was the testimony of the staff who were present at the time.
"I asked them to send it this morning." He handed me the phone. "I wanted to wait until you finished breakfast before telling me, so as not to affect your mood."
I held the phone and looked at the statement, and my eyes suddenly felt a little warm.
He is always like this, always considering me first in everything, even choosing a time when I "will not be affected" to deal with the noise on the Internet.
Swiping my finger to the comment section, someone has already apologized, and the account that previously led the rhythm has also been dug out as a marketing account. The comments are gradually filled with "it turned out to be a misunderstanding"
The voice of "I feel sorry for Brother Yin and Teacher Wenxi".
"Look," he reached out and wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, his movements very gentle, "it's no big deal."
"Brother Yin," I looked up at him, my nose a little sore, "thank you."
"Thank you again?" He smiled helplessly, "How many times have I told you, you don't have to be so polite to me." He picked up the dough sticks I hadn't finished and handed them to me, "Eat some more, or you'll be hungry later."
He watched me eat, then took a bite of the fried dough stick and said, "By the way, my mom sent me a message yesterday, asking us to go early this weekend. She wants to learn how to bake a cake from you. She saw you do it on a variety show before, and she wanted to try it."
"Really?" My eyes lit up, "But I'm not very good at baking cakes..."
"It's okay, my mom just thought it was funny." He smiled. "She also said that if we mess up, we can eat cake for breakfast."
I couldn't help laughing. After breakfast, he cleaned up the dishes. I sat on the sofa and browsed Weibo. I saw that my fan club had issued an apology statement, saying, "Our fans were not calm enough before, which caused trouble to Teacher Zhao Yin and his fans. We will strengthen management in the future." There were many fans who commented "I'm sorry" below, and some even went to the Weibo of Zhao Yin's studio to apologize.
"Look," I handed the phone to Zhao Yin, "they apologized too."
He leaned over to take a look and nodded. "The fans are all doing this for our own good, but sometimes their methods aren't right. We can just communicate slowly and it will be fine." He sat down next to me and put his arm around my shoulders. "If you encounter something like this again, don't keep it to yourself. Talk to me and we'll figure it out together, okay?"
"Okay." I leaned on his shoulder and nodded.
There is actually nothing to be afraid of those online noises. As long as he is by my side and as long as we face them together, even the biggest misunderstandings can be resolved.
In the afternoon, Sister Ling sent me a message saying that the trailer for "A Thousand Years of Letters" had been edited and asked us to go to the studio to take a look.
The car drove to the downstairs of the studio, and there were more fans gathered at the door. This time there was no quarrel, only people holding up "Xi Youyin" light signs, and when they saw us, they shouted "Xi Xi, come on!"
"Come on, Brother Yin," someone else handed over a letter saying, "I'm sorry for the previous misunderstanding, I will always support you in the future."
Zhao Yin stopped the car, rolled down the window, and waved to them: "Thank you." I waved too, feeling warm inside.
When the car drove in, I looked back and saw that the fans were still standing there, waving in our direction.
"Look," Zhao Yin turned to look at me with a smile in his eyes, "They are actually all very good."
"Yeah." I nodded, and the stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.
When we arrived at the studio, the director was already waiting for us. When the trailer came on, Zhao Yin and I remained silent, staring at You Ming and Xu Di on the screen.
From meeting to staying together, from misunderstanding to relief, every scene seems to be replayed before my eyes.
After showing the trailer, the director smiled and said, "The expressions in your eyes were so dramatic, especially that farewell scene at the end. I cried when I was editing it."
Zhao Yin glanced at me with tenderness in his eyes: "Wen Xi acted well."
"It's obviously Brother Yin's performance that's good." I said quickly, my face a little red.
The director smiled and said, "Stop praising each other. You both contributed greatly to the success of this show." He took out two posters and handed them to us. "This is the final version of the poster. Do you like it?"
On the poster, Zhao Yin and I were wearing costumes, standing by a mountain stream. He was holding a flute in his hand, and I was looking at him with a smile in my eyes. The background was a sky full of stars, very similar to the stars we saw when we went to the top of the mountain last time.
"I like it." I took the poster and held it carefully in my arms.
It was dark when we left the studio.
Zhao Yin drove me home, and on the way he suddenly said, "By the way, when you go to my house, you don't need to bring any gifts. My mom said that if you do, she won't let you into the kitchen to learn how to bake a cake with her."
"Ah?" I was stunned for a moment, "But it's not good to go empty-handed..."
"It's okay, my mom is just afraid that you'll be too polite." He smiled, "Besides, if you learn to bake a cake from her, it will be the best gift."
I nodded, and the car stopped downstairs of my house. He walked me to the door and kissed me gently on the forehead: "See you this weekend."
I smiled, opened the car door, and walked upstairs. When I reached the third floor, I looked back and saw him still sitting in the car, waving at me.
When I got home, my mom was watching TV in the living room. She smiled when she saw me and said, "You're back? Did your trip to the studio go well today?"
"It went pretty smoothly. The trailer was edited very well and the director even praised us."
I walked over and sat next to her. "Mom, I went to Brother Yin's house this weekend. Auntie asked me to learn how to make a cake from her. She said that if I brought a gift, she wouldn't let me into the kitchen."
"That's great," my mother said with a smile. "Your aunt is a down-to-earth person and doesn't like to be polite. You should learn from her and don't be so clumsy that you ruin other people's kitchens."
"Mom! I can't do that." I was a little unconvinced. "I made a cake on a variety show before, wasn't it quite successful?"
"Okay, okay, you're the best." My mother smiled and ruffled my hair. "Go wash your hands quickly. Dinner will be ready soon."
I nodded and walked to the bathroom to wash my hands.
Lying in bed at night, I opened my second account and edited a Weibo post: "I watched the trailer for "A Thousand Years of Letters" today. I am looking forward to meeting you all. Thank you for your understanding and support. We will work together to bring better works." It was accompanied by a photo of the poster.
As soon as I sent it, I received a WeChat message from Zhao Yin: "Are you asleep?"
"Not yet. I'm getting ready for bed." I replied with a smiley face.
"Are you tired today? Go to bed early and don't think too much." He replied with a good night emoji and added a star emoji at the end.
"I know. You should go to bed early too."
I turned off my phone and closed my eyes silently. My heart was filled with sweetness and warmth. The wind and waves were not big this time, but they blew away my worries and washed away the wall between him and me.
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