The essence of the news she said is to seek truth and not fear power.
For no reason, he seemed to see her pride, which reminded him of the words he had seen under the Journalism Department building.
The news was fresh and important, and her photos were real. Even if Shi Wang didn't know the two so-called celebrities, after searching and comparing them, they were undoubtedly the real people. Their manners and characteristics were similar. She did not spread rumors or slander, but was seeking the truth.
Even if everyone blames her, the facts are obvious.
Suddenly, an indescribable feeling came over her. Despite the rumors, she stood in front of the crowd and remained silent.
The painting that I once saw now vividly outlines a lonely, proud and tenacious figure.
It is a daytime nap.
A daytime sleep born out of outstanding appearance.
She must have her reasons for not wanting to delete it.
When she opened her WeChat account, she saw the message Shi Shiwang had sent her right after he left the hospital: "My injury is not serious, don't worry."
Just row it out during the daytime nap.
Just as she was about to exit the page, Gu Qingxu's message arrived: "Do you need me to talk to you?"
After a nap, another message came in: "I asked my errand boy to bring you a bottle of red wine. Have a drink and go to sleep. You can worry about other things tomorrow. Those who talk about you just want you to worry. If it affects you, they will get what they want."
The doorbell rang, and Zhu Mian opened the door and handed her the wine: "Miss Zhu, your wine."
She took it, closed the door, and opened the wine box, which contained a bottle of Hungarian Tokaji wine.
There was also a greeting card inside. When I took it out during the daytime, I saw that the cursive script was elegant and graceful, just like the person himself.
"Noble rot wine is made from grapes that have been left hanging on the tree. Every year, we risk all the grapes rotting. It's a gamble with nature, but it also means a transformation. I hope that tomorrow, you will be reborn from the storms, just as you wish."
Gu Qingxu knew that she had no habit of drinking, but when she was in a very bad mood, she would still drink wine to help her sleep.
Without a deep understanding, he wouldn't have been able to give such a suitable bottle of wine.
Looking at the bottle of wine, all my limbs that had been dozing during the day seemed to begin to warm up.
Sure enough, after a while, passers-by on Weibo began to fight back.
"Fans, stop being so controlling with comments! If this isn't Zhang Ying, then what is it, then what is it, me? You don't even know what Zhang Ying looks like."
"After seeing fans insulting this blogger in the comments, I thought Zhang Ying was truly wronged. But when I looked at the picture, isn't this Zhang Ying? What's the point of washing her hands?"
"Don't you know enough about Zhou Mian's character? My god, during the flood, she donated one million and worked on-site for disaster relief for half a month, eating instant noodles and sleeping in her car every day. What the hell are you doing, scolding someone who accidentally leaked this information? And these pictures are so beautiful, and she worked so hard to take them. Why would such a beautiful woman delete them?"
Zhumian saw that things were beginning to turn around, but he stopped watching and let the situation develop freely.
The next day she went to the theater as usual.
Lu Tiao smiled awkwardly at everyone: "Well... the lights in the rehearsal room are broken, and the theater has a painting appointment today, so we don't have a space. We won't rehearse today, and we'll go out for team building."
Everyone cheered, but Zhu Mian stood there calmly.
Someone asked: "Boss, why are we doing team building?"
Lu Tiao smiled proudly: "I have an appointment with a cake workshop, let's go make cakes!"
Everyone called him old-fashioned, but they were excited when they set off.
Shi Wang looked at Zhu Mian. She had been looking down at her phone. The atmosphere was very depressing. He was inexplicably infected by it. He was afraid that she was reading the comments online.
The workshop is not far from the school. Surprisingly, it is very large. The drama club generously booked the entire workshop. The sweet smell of bread and cream makes people look forward to and excited. The pink-toned baking room exudes a sweet atmosphere.
Everyone started making cakes according to the combinations of their partners in the play. Everyone was joking and playing, and they all felt fresh from the moment they started kneading the dough.
Zhuomian and Shiwang were tacitly grouped together. Zhuomian felt a little uncomfortable, but he just kept his head down and made cakes in silence.
She was all too familiar with this.
Shi Wang could only help out, and when he spoke to Zhou Mian, Zhou Mian didn't respond at all. It was not until they were about to decorate the cake that Zhou Mian said, "Slice an apple for decoration."
Shi Wang quickly took an apple and started peeling it, but his peeling movements were very unskillful and he peeled off a lot of flesh in one go.
Zhumian glanced at it and said expressionlessly, "Dubai knife technique?"
Shi Wang thought she was joking with him, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips, and rang out in a low voice: "Then how should I cut it?"
I didn't have the time to watch him peel the fruit during my sleep, so I took it from him, put my thumb on the back of the knife, and carefully peeled it bit by bit. The peel was intact and as thin as a cicada's wing.
She lowered her long eyelashes, and her profile was as quiet as a blue lake, very different from the empty appearance he had thought she had when he first met her.
After cutting the meat, Zhu Mian put it on a plate and handed it to him. Shi Wang took it very carefully.
But Zhuomian remembered that she had not only peeled apples for him, but also cleaned the entire theater for him before, and he did not stop at all, but just said that there was no need to do such useless things.
She used to do things for him, and she still does it now, which makes her feel uncomfortable.
Zhumian suddenly stood up. Shiwang thought she was angry and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Xiao Mian didn't look at him, but said coldly: "I suddenly feel bored."
Shi Wangxiang thought that what happened to her last night made her feel uncomfortable. He lowered his voice and asked, "Do you want to go out for a walk?"
Suddenly, Xiaomian said deliberately, "I want to drink herbal tea."
Shi Wang immediately put down the apple and said softly, "Wait a moment, I'll go buy it."
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