When the photos of Zhong Jiuyin and Yan Cheng were circulating online, Feng Qing had just moved into her new home.
It is a very ordinary residential community. Although the environment and conditions are generally not in line with her requirements, this is the only empty room I can find today. After all, she was a temporary home to move.
Because she really couldn't stand the harassment of fans and paparazzi.
The entire network attack that started on the day of the court's verdict was doubled against her again as Zhong Jiuyin was hospitalized some time ago.
At the beginning, she was just a verb on the Internet. Without the protection of her fans, she didn't dare to take a look at her online. She received all the vicious and unpleasant words.
Then those people got her mobile phone number from somewhere, kept calling and sending messages to insult her, cursing her, harassing her relatives and friends, and then attracting her accusations and lessons from relatives and friends.
Later, her home address was leaked, and black fans and paparazzi came to the door, blocked downstairs and wanted to interview her, asking her to give an explanation, which made the residents of the same building complain. She fled back in a hurry and was followed again
Go to the door.
Those people patted the door and shouted loudly, sprayed paint on her door and wrote "Go to die", and even beat the door in the middle of the night, and they would ring the doorbell crazily after an hour or two...
Feng Qing couldn't sleep well and didn't dare to go out of the door. She pulled up all the curtains and turned off all the lights, and hid in the room to find a sense of security.
The dark room and the collapsed reality stimulated her everywhere. If this continues, she will sooner or later become nervous.
So she moved in a hurry and moved into a place where no one knew her.
There was finally no quarrel outside, and Feng Qing got the long-lost quietness. She sat in a pile of luggage, but was still a little panicked. She had to look at the door from time to time, and always felt that someone would hammer the door hard in the next second and curse her.
die.
Zhong Jiuyin's revenge came accurately and ruthlessly.
Before he packed his luggage, Feng Qing didn't want to do it. Looking at the old windowsill, his brain was filled with anxiety and anger being stepped into the mud.
Two months ago, she was a rising star in the entertainment industry, with many fans, and there were several admirers who could take it out to brag about it. She had an agent and two assistants to help her solve her life problems. When she met a reporter, she would treat her.
Very kind.
But now, she is just a rat crossing the street that everyone calls to beat. Her fans have basically taken off their fans, and some of them have turned back and become the one who scolds her the most.
There are endless breach of contract lawsuits and endless compensation. Su Cheng kicked her, and the rich second generation who was close to her has ignored her recently. The agent assistant was able to answer the phone and help her, but now she is directly recruiting her.
Not to mention the black paparazzi reporter, he only knew how to ask about her and Zhong Jiuyin.
Why did it develop like this? It was like an airtight plastic bag covering her head, making her unable to breathe.
Life alone is too depressing, so she wanders around anxiously, but she still tentatively clicks on social software.
The insult was like hot porridge coming out from the fire, instantly burning her.
All are insults, all are.
What I saw when I refreshed the news was the good news about Zhong Jiuyin and Yan Cheng’s love on the street. Compared with each other, the difference was so big that it made people psychologically unbalanced.
She clicked in and looked at it like a self-defeating photo, saying that she was taking a secret photo, but it was like a carefully posed photo. Zhong Jiuyin was in good condition so she could see the moisturization of her skin, while Yan Cheng was smiling at her.
Feng Qing reached out to touch her face. In the pictures taken by paparazzi a few days ago, her face turned pale and frown, and had nothing to do with the word "female star".
The comparison always makes people jealous. Feng Qing looked at the two people in the photo with resentful eyes and sneered.
Zhong Jiuyin and Yan Cheng are still together.
Feng Qing also knew Zhong Jiuyin. Her condition in the hospital that day showed that Zhong Jiuyin cared about Yan Cheng's existence in that matter. With her mental state that had been depressed and suicide, she would never be so open-minded. She felt that
nothing.
She would definitely not bear it and continue to have fun with Yan Cheng.
But now the screen of the screen "Yan Cheng took Zhong Jiuyin to make up for the regrets of the past", "She saved him here, so he saved her here," "They have a good relationship" means that in such a quick time,
Zhong Jiuyin figured it out and they got together again?
So what she did that day? She endured the pain of being harassed and insulted during this period, just to break them apart, to make Zhong Jiuyin lose her greatest backer, and not to let her have everything.
But it was all in vain!
Feng Qing opened her eyes wide and forced herself to watch every time the news came out, it was all Zhong Jiuyin, and she took on a new drama, with new luxury products endorsed. The cover photo is so beautiful and the broadcast drama is so good.
…
"Bang!" She suddenly kicked over the suitcase next to her, pushed the box down, grabbed the bag and smashed it into the corner of the wall, and the things inside fell all over the floor.
"Zhong Jiuyin! Zhong Jiuyin! It's all the fucking Zhong Jiuyin!"
The angry shouts and crackling sounds were obviously a mess, but because of the quiet and scary experience of being alone recently, the illusion that she made her feel comfortable and refreshed.
She wanted to continue, but she couldn't stop panic.
The living room was in chaos, and Feng Qing stopped breathing and said to herself: "Can't be like her. Didn't she just want me to feel the feeling of depression and collapse? I can't be like her."
When talking, it seemed as if two moss stones about to dry up were rubbing against each other under the scorching sun, making a sticky and unpleasant sound.
The phone on the desk suddenly buzzed and vibrated, and the electric display jumped out.
Feng Qing's heart, which had just calmed down, was beating violently again, and she wanted to break her eardrums like a drum. She thought they were those black fans and paparazzi again, and she panickedly wanted to hang up, but saw Guo Mingli's name beating on the screen.
The phone vibrated for eight or nine seconds, but in the end she hung up quickly.
Zhong Jiuyin's words that day were like a curse, saying that her retribution would come from Guo Mingli. Indeed, what good things can Guo Mingli do to find her now.
She didn't answer and even set up a free interruption, and all calls and messages were isolated from the outside.
Just as he just clicked the screen twice, Guo Mingli's call popped up again.
Hang up again and continue calling.
The constant phone bombing seemed to connect Guo Mingli's gloomy face. Feng Qing threw down her cell phone and hid in the room by herself.
…
Unlike Feng Qing's chaotic and panicked life, Zhong Jiuyin had been lying on the sofa and slept peacefully for half an hour.
The sound of cooking and making soup in the kitchen is not loud, and it is even more difficult to hear when locked in the door. It can also be regarded as the ambient sound for her to sleep.
Until the door was opened and a scent wafted out, Yan Cheng called her: "You can wake up and have a meal."
Zhong Jiuyin opened her eyes in a daze, first wiped the corners of her mouth, and then sat up and woke up.
She was covered with Yan Cheng's coat, pulled her arms out of her sleeve, and yawned to see the prepared dishes.
"What kind of chicken is that?"
"Five-fingered peach stewed chicken."
"Where did the maota come from?"
"...Five finger hair peach, a Chinese medicinal herb. You can sleep for a while before you wake up, and sleep until the season when you eat hair peach."
"Hey, you just got back together and you didn't pretend, right? Did you forget who gave the money for buying groceries?"