The host was dumbfounded, and so were the people present. The audience stared wide-eyed, only making eye contact, and the huge venue was completely silent.
Since the establishment of the Hua X Award 20 years ago, it has been the darkest two minutes in history.
Song Yi's breath was stagnant, and she looked straight at the stage.
The chief director was the first to react, and gave the host a wink. Although the Hua X Awards are broadcast live on the entire network every year, this kind of official and dull awards ceremony, except for fans of actors and idols, few people are willing to wait patiently to watch.
This is a great opportunity to promote the Hua X Award.
The host understood and smiled slightly, "Is this person also in the circle?"
Gu Xingchuan clicked his jaw, and threw a bomb very calmly, "He is also on the scene today."
"..."
Song Yi frowned, raised her hand to gently support her forehead, looked around, everyone's attention was caught by Gu Xingchuan, and no one noticed his strangeness.
"What kind of person is he?" The host regained his composure and was very professional, looking at the audience with a smile.
Gu Xingchuan pursed his thin lips with a serious expression, "He is a very sensible person and never troubles others, it is because he is too sensible, so I want to tell him today..."
"Baby, I hope you can do whatever you want, and I will always be your backing."
He spoke slowly, his voice firm and earthy, like a fine musical instrument.
After Gu Xingchuan finished speaking, he bowed slightly to the audience. The chief photographer was very good. He zoomed out to capture this scene. On the magnificent stage, the young man had an impeccable face. Straight legs step by step down the steps covered with red carpet, like a sharp samurai knife splitting the silent crowd.
Song Yi pinched the bridge of her nose, her chest was stuffy, and she didn't know what it was like for a moment.
If human beings have labels, Song Yi should be labeled as a rational, calm, and gentle gentleman. The word willfulness has nothing to do with his life.
The most education he received when he was a child was "to be sensible", and his relatives and friends praised him as "really sensible".
When he grows up, those who chase him can form a long line from here. He has heard a lot of love words, praised his face, coveted his temperament, and hoped for his curtain. The lovers, friends, and relatives around him regard him as the best. A strong backing, everyone relies on him and believes in him, but no one has ever said to him, "You have to be willful, I will be your backing."
He clearly felt the strangeness in his heart, like an effervescent tablet stuffed in his chest, bubbling sweet and sour.
After this novel feeling, there was fear again.
Song Yi reached out to try to open the Weibo software, but as expected, the system crashed again, and she couldn't log in at all.
After a short period of turmoil, the Hua X Awards started the formal awarding process. Song Yi was unexpectedly nominated for the best supporting actor. Although she didn't officially win the award, it was a sign of a budding talent.
Song Yi showed a face in the camera, and it was extraordinarily good-looking when projected on the big screen. His face was narrow, and he was born with a photogenic face. There was no such thing as being ten catties fatter when others appeared on the camera.
The same thin-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses, which look gentle and refined on other people's faces, add a bit of coldness and sternness to him. Looking at them... makes people want to lick honey.
Song Yi's worries came true.
Although the server of Weibo temporarily crashed, there are still Doujiang and Zheye, a large number of fans of girlfriends and wives are heartbroken to scum, and they announced on the spot that they will lose their fans. It was a miasma.
The marketing account has a rhythm at the end, and will do anything for the sake of popularity. Based on Gu Xingchuan’s Weibo last time, he named this lover “Mr. Eight Hundred Thousand”, and took screenshots one by one. When Gu Xingchuan confessed, the expression reactions of the men in the audience, Fans are like Sherlock Holmes, grasping for clues.
There are also many rational fans, ordinary people who are all mediocre. With Gu Xingchuan's background and appearance, and his achievements in the music world, it is impossible for ordinary people to fall in love with him and get married.
Like the moon far away in the night sky, everyone appreciates and bathes in the moonlight, but the moon never belongs to anyone.
Rational people still account for the majority. Gu Xingchuan is known to have a violent temper. Many people criticized him for being domineering, but after so many years of debut, he has not even had a single scandal, and his love affairs are clean and impeccable.
Now at the age, it is normal to fall in love and get married, and there is no place to be sorry for fans.
The entrance of the banquet hall of the Hua X Award was crowded with reporters, everyone wanted to be the first to get the exclusive news.
Song Yi received the message from Gu Xingchuan, carefully bypassed the crowd, and walked to the back door looking left and right, for fear that reporters would follow.
The shiny black Maybach parked quietly by the side of the road, and Song Yi opened the co-pilot's door and got in.
Gu Xingchuan turned his head to look at him, clicked his tongue, and whistled softly, "You look good today."
Song Yi calmly said "Yes", and looked at Gu Xingchuan with eyes like water.
Gu Xingchuan's eyes were black and bright, and he was expecting praise like a puppy wagging his tail, "Song Yi, are you moved?"
The corners of Song Yi's mouth curled slightly, sincerely, "Moved."
"Just give me a kiss if you're moved." Gu Xingchuan's white and clear face came closer.
Song Yi remained motionless, patted his cheek lightly, and said seriously, "Have you thought about the consequences?"
Gu Xingchuan sat up straight, frowned, and pulled his lips in disdain.
Song Yi took out a small notebook and pen from the storage box, pulled out the cap of the pen, and wrote a line in a hurry. While thinking about analyzing the records, she said, "I know you haven't considered the consequences. Now let me tell you, you There is still a chance of redemption.”
Gu Xingchuan looked at him coldly, his blood was quenched by a head of ice water.
Song Yi's voice was calm and indifferent. Regarding work, he did not bring any self-emotion into it, and only used rational analysis, "If we disclose the result of the relationship, first, your commercial value will drop significantly, and a large number of fans will be lost. This is reflected in the rapid reduction of your endorsements, you now have 17 endorsements, and by the next quarter, this will be cut in half."
"Secondly, talent show variety shows are springing up like mushrooms after rain, and the endorsements and fans you lose will become other people's cakes."
"Third, the decline in your fan appeal will have a serious impact on the ratings of "The Age of Love". You also know that "The Age of Love" is a fan-oriented TV series. If you fall in love, many of your fans will not come back. Watch this show."
Song Yi raised her hand to adjust her glasses, and Gu Xingchuan looked at him without blinking, with a probing gaze that Song Yi had never seen before.
Song Yi took a breath, lowered her head to write, and said lightly, "Article 4, the influence on me, you are an idol, I am an actor, and I rely on acting skills for a living. If we announce our relationship, relatively speaking, I will be the beneficiary. , because I will get a lot of exposure and win big film resources, but at the same time, the label of your boyfriend will accompany my acting career. Even if we break up in the future, I will still be your ex-boyfriend. As long as you have a little trouble, I'll be on the cusp."
"I've finished talking about the pros and cons. Now you can find a public relations company, and you still have a chance to recover." Song Yi closed the cap of her pen, and handed the small notebook in her hand to Gu Xingchuan.
His handwriting is very correct, stroke by stroke, well-behaved, just like him.
Gu Xingchuan glanced down, sneered slightly, turned his face away and looked out the window, "Song Yi, do you think I care about this?"
Song Yi knew that he didn't care. With Gu Xingchuan's character, he didn't care if the fans were fans or not. Singing was just a personal hobby. Even if he sang songs for a year, he couldn't keep up with his family's account flow for a day. Being able to show his face was to give everyone face.
But Song Yi is used to thinking about others, and analyzing the pros and cons for Gu Xingchuan is a subconscious behavior.
Gu Xingchuan looked very unhappy. The two of them had reunited for so long, and they had never looked so gloomy like today, like a dark cloud over the city.
The air in the narrow space inside the car was oppressive, the car shuttled through the night, and the two of them didn't say a word.
The car stopped at the gate of the Shen family's villa area. Song Yi lowered her head and slowly unbuttoned her seat belt. Without warning, Gu Xingchuan hooked his shoulder with one hand and pressed it towards her, and fixed his waist with the other hand. The back of the head, kissed him hard.
Song Yi didn't close her eyes, and so did Gu Xingchuan, breathing eagerly and looking at each other as if competing.
Song Yi was in a complicated mood until she couldn't breathe, so she gently pushed Gu Xingchuan's shoulder, and Gu Xingchuan let go of his restraint.
Song Yi glanced at the rearview mirror, her rosy lips were slightly swollen, and she didn't do anything good.
Gu Xingchuan reached out and pinched his chin, forcing him to raise his head slightly, his warm breath fell on his face, and asked in a low voice: "Song Yi, do you want to break up with me?"
Song Yi was startled, Gu Xingchuan was very confident and arrogant, he never asked these questions, he was sure that Song Yi loved him to death, and suddenly asking this question caught Song Yi by surprise.
"I..." Song Yi hadn't spoken yet.
Gu Xingchuan rubbed his index finger against his soft lips, squinted his eyes slightly, gritted his teeth and said, "I won't break up with you, don't even think about it, if you dare to run, I'll have to search all over the world." Find you out, you know how good my physical strength is, and I will let you cry and beg me every day."
Song Yi was helpless, and nodded calmly, "Well, I got it, don't scare me, I'm going home."
"Will you break up with me?" Gu Xingchuan pressed against him and asked him bluntly.
Song Yi smiled and raised her eyebrows, "If you are so fierce in the future, I will definitely break up with you, I don't keep wild dogs."
Gu Xingchuan snorted softly and felt relieved when he got Song Yi's reply. He leaned over and bit his face lightly, "I won't be fierce with you in the future, but you can't break up with me."
Song Yi sighed from the bottom of her heart, glanced at her worried stomach, and nodded lightly, thinking that when her stomach got bigger, the person who wanted to break up might be Gu Xingchuan.
Song Yi got off the car and walked to the door of the house, and saw a thin figure sitting on the steps from a distance. In the late autumn season, Shen Li was wearing a shirt and jeans, with a red nose from the cold, looking very pitiful.
Seeing Song Yi approaching, Shen Li quickly stood up, wiped his red and swollen eyes, "Have you already lived here?"
Song Yi gave a faint "hmm", didn't want to pay attention to him, and walked straight into the house.
Shen Li followed behind him in small steps, "Song Yi, something happened to my mother."
Song Yi paused, turned her neck, and said coldly, "What happened to your mother?"
This name made Shen Li's throat choke, and his lips trembled a few times in embarrassment, "It happened several years ago, my mother worked in the hospital and gave a patient an overdose, which resulted in the death of that person, you know?"
Song Yi nodded, the hospital suppressed the matter, but dismissed Zhao Hongyan, "What's wrong?"
Shen Li's face turned pale, "The patient's family knew the address of our home, and they dragged the coffin to the door for the past few days, and the whole family blocked us, and they beat my mother, and they wanted to call the police and arrest her and go to jail. What to do."
Shen Li has grown up with rich clothes and fine clothes since he was a child. He opens his mouth when he eats and stretches out his hands when he wears clothes. He has never dealt with complicated things.
Song Yi didn't want to get involved, and stated calmly: "If she violated the law, then she should go to jail. You come and tell me, and I can't help it."
"She was also your mother before." Shen Li said in a low voice.
Song Yi said indifferently, "You also know it's just the past."
Shen Li was stunned for a moment, bowed his head in anticipation of Ai Ai, but couldn't say a word.
Song Yi glanced at him, quite disappointed, Shen Li's self-care ability is too poor.
Shen Li stammered for a while, his voice was like a mosquito, "Song Yi, can you..."
"what?"
"Can I borrow some..." Shen Li's face flushed, and he twitched his nose a few times, "It's nothing, I'm leaving."
Song Yi looked at his thin back, and when it came to disgust and hatred, she felt that Shen Li was very pitiful at this moment, and told him the basic social principles out of humanitarianism: "Shen Li, if you need to ask someone to do something, you must first bring a gift , and secondly, don’t come at night.”
"I... got it." Shen Li didn't even dare to look at him, facing Song Yi in private made him feel scared and ashamed, he was afraid of the light on Song Yi's body, it made him look like nothing, it seemed useless at all.
The only education he is proud of, and the brilliance he can show, are all absorbed from Song Yi.
Song Yi shook her head and returned to the room. She didn't want to get involved with Zhao Hongyan's affairs at all. Evil people have their own way.
He returned home, took a comfortable shower, sat at the desk with a towel on, and opened his thin laptop.
There was turmoil on Weibo, and there was a bloody storm. In just one or two hours, after you sang, our side appeared on the stage, and the sky and darkness were torn apart.
Brother Bashiwan was listed as the number one hot search, Song Yi clicked in and took a look, the marketing account ingeniously made a vote, asking netizens to guess who is Brother Bashiwan.
Song Yi clicked on the vote and saw that her name was in the fifth place. Up to now, she had received 9999 votes, and the top four actors were all popular in the circle, and they all had business cooperation with Gu Xingchuan.
Song Yi saw that she was obsessive-compulsive with this number of votes, so she voted for herself lightly.
Song Yi doesn't use Weibo too much, and she gets scolded when she goes up. She occasionally reads the news and the last time she voted, she didn't even know that the votes would be shared on the Weibo homepage.
Netizens were enjoying their melons, and suddenly found out that the boss had ended. Everyone was dumbfounded. When Song Yi went downstairs to get a glass of water, the news in the comment section of Weibo exploded.
"Vote for yourself? Are you crazy about the popularity?"
"I'm dying of laughter, this operation is really poisonous, it's the first time I've seen blood sucking like this."
"Brother, buy some marketing account next time, don't fire yourself, it will be muddled."
"Refused to post back to my brother, pass this first."
Song Yi sat in front of the computer, frowned angrily, and deleted that Weibo post. Shouldn't all votes be anonymous
But it's useless for him to delete Weibo. Someone has already taken a screenshot with a quick eye, and shared it with all marketing accounts in line with the original intention of being alone.
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