It takes about an hour to drive from Tokyo to Kamakura. It is less than five o'clock when you set out. The office workers who commute between the two places are less than half of the people in the first-class carriage.

One is a super low-key singer who has only appeared on TV eight times after his debut and has not shown his face in front of the camera for more than a year. The other is a super new singer who has just appeared on TV once after his debut and is still in a state of "singing is not popular". Even if the two of them have not made any disguise, they don't have to worry about being recognized by passengers who are accompanying them.

More than 800 years ago, Genra Asahi built the first shogunate government in Kamakura history. Like Kyoto and Nara, this is an authentic ancient capital. Kamakura, which is crowded with tourists every summer, becomes leisurely again after the autumn. Ye Shohi and Sakai Insumi got off at Shirihama Station. They arrived a little late, and the shops along the way have begun to close one after another. The sun, which is as red as a fireball, slowly sinks into the sea level, leaving only a big arc.

There were no pedestrians on the beachfront. But occasionally, when you saw wild cats leisurely crossing the road and entering the house next to you, Ye Sho and Sakai Izumizu seemed to be just coming here for a walk, walking along this avenue. When you walked to the Kamakura High School Emirate Station, Ye Sho had a sudden idea and ran to the opposite side of the road entrance, proposing to Sakai Izumizu: "Sister Izumizu, wave to me!"

"Eh?" Sakai Izumi was stunned for a moment. Although she was a little confused, she still waved to Ye Zhao in cooperation.

Ye Zhao grinned and waved his arms hard at Sakai Izumi on the opposite side. Seeing this scene, Sakai Izumi chuckled softly, "Does Ye Jun also see the master of slam dunk?"

"Of course, that's youth!" Ye Zhao stared at Sakai Izumi's face. The red traffic lights flashed alternately, and the crossbar at the intersection slowly fell. The sound of "thump" as the tram was driving from far to near, separating Ye Zhao and Sakai Izumi.

The dinner was held in a small restaurant converted from a private house. The owner of the restaurant met an elderly couple. When he saw Ye Shogo Sakai Izumizu come in, the old lady straightened the reading glasses on the bridge of her nose, stared at Sakai Izumizu's face for a while, and then said, "Welcome. Is it almost two years ago when I came here last time?"

"So my mother-in-law still remembers me?" Sakai Izumi smiled happily.

The two sat down at a small table next to the bar. There were two handwritten menus on the table. Sakai Izumizu did not take the menu, but ordered the order directly: "I want to eat the signature set cooked by my mother-in-law."

"Then I want the signature set menu cooked by my mother-in-law, too." Ye Zhao put down the menu.

The old lady looked at Ye Zhao and asked kindly: "Who is this young man?"

"It's the younger brother of the family." Sakai Izumizu answered quickly.

"You are so handsome. Your family has such good genes." The old lady praised a few times and turned into the kitchen.

During the break during the meal, Ye Zhao said curiously: "Did Sister Quanshui come here often before?"

"I have only been here once. Two years ago, I came here by chance. I didn't expect my mother-in-law to remember me." Sakai Izumizu said.

"Oh." Ye Zhao nodded.

The signature set meal is a typical Japanese civilian meal, including white-cut meat, vegetable mixed boiling, miso soup and rice. The cut lettuce and onion slices are placed under the white-cut meat. In order to prevent greasiness, a small plate of spicy radish puree was also served. After the meal, the sky was completely dark, the street lights illuminated the seaside avenue, and the long road winded into the distance.

"There is Enoshima there." Sakai Izumi pointed to the island on the other side that was lit by lights.

"What is that thing that has been on the lit up?" Ye Zhao asked.

"It's the lighthouse on the top of the mountain." A gust of sea breeze blew, and Sakai Izumi gently pressed the falling long hair behind his ears with his fingers. "That year, I was blocked by the media and felt very depressed. I bought a ticket at the station randomly. I took the tram to Kamakura. When I was walking along the coast, I saw the lighthouse. Looking at the light, I suddenly felt hope was right in front of me."

Ye Zhao's heart moved, "So Sister Quanshui came out with me specifically just to let me see this lighthouse?"

"How to say it," Sakai Izumi looked at the sea level, as if talking to the sea. "I have also experienced a similar situation as you, and I know the pain of wanting to defend myself but having no way to say it. Since I have had the same mood, how could I stand by? But I have neither the energy to help you get out of trouble, nor do I want to just say some beautiful words that comfort people. After thinking about it, I might as well take you to see this "hope." Speaking of this, she exhaled gently and relaxed her shoulders.

Sakai Izumizu is such a subtle and gentle person. When she was criticized by the outside world, she did not choose to make a statement to defend or argue with the magazine. Instead, she later took out the song "Don't Give Up" as her answer. In the next ten years, she completely bid farewell to the screen exposure, devoted herself to music production, and used her continuous output of excellent music, and used her practical actions to reverse the world's impression of her, and the rumors were self-defeating. Now she wanted to encourage Ye Zhao, who was under the same attack, not to say some irrelevant scenes, but to put it into her mood at that time, and invited him to board this "Hope Special Train" and share the beacon that once brought her hope to him.

Thinking of her intention, Ye Zhao felt like a stone was pressing on her chest. She didn't know what to say for a moment. After thinking about it, she thought about it and the only thing she could say was the word "thank you".

The streets were silent at night, and the taxi quickly sent them to Kamakura Station. The two who had decided to come out temporarily did not plan to spend the night here. The night shift car was empty, and neither of them spoke on the way back. After a long period of running around, both Ye Zhao and Sakai Izumi were very tired.

After getting off the bus at Shinbashi Station and sending Sakai Izumi to the taxi, Ye Zhao took another taxi that arrived later and returned to the apartment of Sanxuan Tea House. As soon as he walked downstairs of the apartment, he didn't know who pressed the shutter first. The strong flash made Ye Zhao subconsciously squint his eyes. After that, he seemed to have a signal of charge. The person holding the microphone and camera rushed up like a jackal and surrounded Ye Zhao.

"Ye Zhaosang, how do you view the report of "Weekly New Trend" on you?"

"Ye Zhaosang, do you have any response to everything your ex-girlfriend said?"

"Ye Zhaosang..." More than a dozen microphones reached in front of him, and the most arrogant one almost poked his face.

"Weekly Trend"? Ye Zhao, who was confused, still retained his rationality and did not answer the reporter's questions here. He just silently separated the crowd and tried to enter the apartment. At this time, several men rushed in from outside the encirclement, protected Ye Zhao from both sides and brought him into the apartment safely. The apartment manager closed the door and blocked the uninvited guests outside the door.

After getting rid of the reporter's siege, Ye Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the men, his assistant Akihiko Aragaki, Nagato's secretary Kyoko Kyoshi's other people were also BEING staff members.

"What's going on?" Ye Zhao looked at Aragaki Akihiko.

The answer was Kyo Suzuki, "Let's talk about it first." He looked around alertly.

After entering the room, so many people came in the not-so-spacious room at once, which seemed particularly crowded. Suzuki Kyo ordered the other two people who came with him to wait outside the door, and he and Aragaki Akihiko stayed.

"Ye Jun, the room is full of your own people now, please don't lie." Suzuki Kyo handed a magazine to Ye Zhao and looked at him with a serious face, "President Nagato told me that I must hear a real explanation."

Ye Zhao took the magazine and saw the huge title of "Ye Zhao's crazy life is revealed! The secret words and truth of his ex-girlfriend" on the cover. When he turned to the report page, he saw the two photos at the beginning of the page and his expression changed suddenly. After reading the content of the article without saying a word, Ye Zhao finally couldn't bear it anymore and cursed: "Talking nonsense!"

"So, is this report fake?"

"It can't be considered fake either. At least, it's true that I've dated Mika Ogawa."

"Then this photo..." Suzuki Kyoto's expression calmed down a little and became much ugly again.

"The group photo is real, and the other ones are fake." Ye Zhao briefly explained his relationship with Mika Ogawa, reiterating that it was just an ordinary relationship and had no involvement in any event that could cause a scandal. "Except for that group photo, the whole report is all fake."

"I really want to believe you." Suzuki Kyo sighed, "But it's bad that there's that real photo."

Indeed. As Masao Akashi said, in this circle, the most toxic attack is this kind of half-true thing. Because there is a real part, people will subconsciously believe in the fake part. Moreover, if the whole article is fabricated fake news, they can directly bring the report to court, but this kind of true and false is much more difficult to deal with. In addition to having the courage to admit that the real thing is true, there must also be evidence to prove that the fake thing is false...

Is it fake that proved that fake? Ye Zhao was shocked, picked up the magazine, and looked at the two fake photos again.

The next day, along with "Weekly Trend", there was also the photo of Ye Zhao squinting in front of the camera that was captured by a reporter in the newspaper entertainment page when he was sniping at night.

After experiencing so many unpainful reports, the melon-eating crowds are actually a little tired of the magazine's short compositions that are stolen. At this time, the heavy hammer of "There are pictures and the truth" of "The Story of the Weekly Trend" happened to open up the curiosity and attention that people had accumulated for so long, and instantly triggered public opinion. On the day of the release, the sales of "The Story of the Weekly Trend" soared by 400,000 copies, and there were many different opinions for a while. But after all, this time, the evidence and physical evidence were present, and most people chose to believe in the magazine. Even the TV stations and advertisers who were originally scheduled to invite Ye Zhaofa chose to retreat.

At the headquarters of BEING, there are reporters lying all over Ye Zhao's apartment, ready to catch Ye Zhao, the person involved or BEING's senior management for interrogation. So far, BEING has only issued a false report condemning the "Weekly Trend" and retained a statement to pursue his legal responsibility. Such empty words are obviously without any persuasion or deterrence. The reporters not only did not give up, but instead pursued them more urgently.

What surprised the reporters the most was that after the incident, the person involved, Ye Zhao, seemed to have evaporated from the world. Whether in the company, his residence, or several recording studios under BEING, he could not find out about his traces everywhere. Could it be that he could not bear the report this time and chose to hide?
Chapter completed!