After returning the mobile phone to Yu Nan, Qu Yanting poured a cup of barley tea and downed it.
The meal was served quickly, and the beef and five-flowered side dishes were placed from the top of the table to the end of the table, but everyone didn't care about eating, and they all held their mobile phones to pay attention to the sudden gossip.
Discussing while swiping Weibo, the core question is still "who drew the design drawings". There was a lot of chatter in the private room, and Qu Yanting's brows revealed a slight annoyance.
"Hey, what do the reviews say?" Peng Yueran spread onions on the baking tray.
Dong He said: "Whose comment are you asking? Jin Yanyu or Lu Wen?"
"Is there a difference?" Qiao Zhi's red nails poked on the screen, "Anyway, both sides are Jin Yanyu's fans, tsk tsk, the little girls have really sharp mouths."
"Do you think it was painted by Jin Yanyu?"
"Basically, it says FOR YAN after all. Fans said it was a gift from Jin Yanyu to himself, and drawing a little swallow means flying high, and it is Jin Yanyu's good wish for the new year."
"Seems to make sense..."
"Well, the key is that Lu Wen has nothing to do with this YAN."
Qu Yanting remained silent all the time, and silently registered a Weibo account. The unfamiliar place entered the hot search list, and Lu Wen and Jin Yanyu occupied the top two, and the reading volume remained high.
Major entertainment media and marketing accounts also released. Jin Yanyu's fans have firmly grasped the right to speak, and have already branded Lu Wen as a liar who stole the achievements.
But Qu Yanting knew the meaning of the design drawing, and only he knew it.
Suddenly, Yu Nan raised his mobile phone and whispered, "Fuck me?"
Qu Yanting asked, "What's wrong?"
"Boss, you go to the official Weibo of the program group!" Yu Nan read aloud, "The first trailer just released, the title is 'Brother Huihui first met Zhuangshan', the cover of the video is Lu Wen and Jin Yanyu in the same frame …”
Yao Boqing said, "Yes, add fuel to the fire."
"The program team is a genius." Editor Qiao was speechless, "In addition to tonight's unexpected incident, don't worry about clicks and topics."
Yu Nan said: "Jin Yanyu's fans have arrived on the battlefield and quickly occupied the high ground."
The beef on the grill was sizzling, and Qu Yanting had no appetite, so he clicked on the comments and scanned the messy and ugly words, and felt nauseated.
Editor Qiao asked worriedly: "Editor Qu, will this matter affect online dramas?"
Everyone looked over with concern, Qu Yanting quit Weibo, raised his finger and scratched the bridge of his nose, saying: "Mistakes will inevitably bring about bad consequences, but I believe that Lu Wen did not make mistakes."
"Eat first." He stood up calmly, "I'll go out for a while."
After closing the door of the private room, Qu Yanting turned into the safe passage along the corridor. He had confidence in Lu Wen, but he was worried, and immediately dialed the other party's number.
The mechanical female voice said "the user is busy", and Qu Yanting called three or four times, but the line was always busy.
Lu Wen's cell phone has been blown up.
Cao Lanxu read the design and put it in the desk drawer of the classroom. Jin Yanyu threw it away after taking the photo. Lu Wenhong went downstairs and found a crumpled ball in the trash can.
He was almost mad with anger, and he couldn't find anyone to confront him, only the forwarded Weibo quickly fermented, pushing him to the cusp of the storm.
The only light bulb in the yard lit up. Lu Wen sat on the bench with his head bowed, his fingers stuck in his short hair and covering the back of his painful head. There was his decadent shadow on the ground.
Sun Xiaojian was also in a hurry, calling one after another, hung up the line and came over, squatting in front of Lu Wen: "I asked the film crew, but they couldn't contact Jin Yanyu, he was not in the hotel."
Lu Wen remembered: "He went to the city to have dinner with the management."
"No wonder, it's not certain whether he can come back tonight." Sun Xiaojian said, "But his team must know the situation on the Internet."
Lu Wen was so angry that he couldn't calm down, and said, "Find me a car, I'm going to find that grandson!"
Sun Xiaojian comforted him: "Then grandson will come back, what about the painting, did he take it away?"
"He threw it away!" Lu Wen was furious, "Damn it, I must beat him!"
Sun Xiaojian pushed his glasses, and said, "He didn't even bother to copy pictures of cats and tigers. He just grabbed your pictures, took pictures and posted them on Weibo. Then why didn't he take them away?"
Lu Wen shouted: "He still wants to take it away? He just framed it and hung it on his bedside!"
Sun Xiaojian couldn't figure it out. He was afraid that Lu Wen's lungs would explode, so he didn't dare to continue. This matter is a bit tricky. Looking at the disputes between celebrities, large and small, in the entertainment industry, this type seems to be the first case.
Lu Wen was eager to prove himself, and asked: "I picked up the painting, can I take a picture and post it on Weibo to prove it?"
"That's enough." Sun Xiaojian shook his head, "The netizen didn't know that he threw it and you picked it up. Don't prove your innocence, and give yourself a shit bowl of stealing."
Lu Wen faintly collapsed: "Is there any reason?"
Sun Xiaojian said: "Currently there is none, only Jin Yan's spittle star to millions of fans."
The hanging curtain of the main room was lifted, Cao Lanxu frowned coldly, but he was holding a bowl of hot noodles in his hand. After listening to all kinds of things in the room, he came over: "Da Hui, eat first."
"I have no appetite." Lu Wen tugged at a handful of hair, "I'm full of gas."
Cao Lanxu ordered: "Go on."
Sun Xiaojian caught it with both hands: "I'll come, I'm sorry, Master Cao."
Cao Lanxu didn't say anything, just rubbed the top of Lu Wen's head, and went upstairs. Holding the bowl, Sun Xiaojian comforted: "I told the company the ins and outs, and we will communicate with the program team, so don't speak out rashly."
Lu Wen suddenly raised his head: "Yes, the camera has been filmed! The truth will be revealed as soon as it is broadcast!"
Sun Xiaojian said: "Jin Yanyu's team will definitely negotiate."
From recording to broadcasting of a program, there are too many operable things in between. Sun Xiaojian wanted to go back to the hotel to look for the film crew, and he had to deal with the swarm of media calls. He was about to leave, and asked Lu Wen if he wanted to come with him.
Lu Wen stretched out his long legs irritably, glanced at the cold bowl of noodles, and his mood sank. The recording was not over, he shouldn't have left his job without permission, and said, "No, I'm here to accompany Master Cao."
"Then call me anytime." Sun Xiaojian left.
The door opened and closed, and the creaking sound was like a rusty iron knife cutting on the heart. Lu Wen leaned back against the wooden pillar, and once he became famous in this way, he was angry, wronged, and mixed together into helplessness.
With the release of the first trailer, the discussion escalated again, attracting huge attention in a short period of time. The phone rang, as if it was louder than usual, and Lu Wen dawdled not wanting to hear it.
After hanging up, the second person called in. Lu Wen breathed out and slid it to his ear.
"Wen'er?" It was Lian Yiming, "What's going on online?"
Lu Wendao: "I can't tell."
Lian Yiming said, "Then you should scold me."
Lu Wen replied: "The idiot surnamed Jin beat me up!"
Another call came in, it was Su Wang, who was so angry that he wanted to get out of the phone, and asked, "Lu Wen, where are you?"
"Lanshui Ancient Town."
"What are you still doing in that crappy place? What are the program crew doing for food? Throwing a penalty for liquidated contract won't be fucking filmed!"
"Why do you want me to pay for it!"
"Then I'll pick it out for you, so you won't be guilty!"
Gu Zhuoyan also called, a little clearer than the previous two, and said, "Don't be in a hurry, look for evidence that can be used, and tell the brothers if there is anything you need to help."
Lu Wen felt a little better: "Yes."
"But you are too, you have to write FOR YAN to let people take advantage of the loophole."
"Can you fucking blame me? Just write!"
Gu Zhuoyan asked, "Is it for me?"
The corner of Lu Wen's mouth twitched: "I miss you too much!"
After finishing the small rounds, other friends also sent messages one after another. Lu Wen couldn't come back, so he picked the most important ones and clicked on Ruan Feng's unread. The other party's question was very straightforward: Did you draw it
Lu Wen answered concisely: I drew it.
As soon as he pressed send, Lao Zheng called, Lu Wen connected, and called "Uncle Zheng" listlessly.
"Xiaowen, why didn't you tell your family about the accident?"
Lu Wen was speechless: "Uh... I didn't organize the language well."
Old Zheng didn't talk nonsense, and said: "Send me the address, and I'll send a lawyer there. From now on, don't talk to them, and let the lawyer handle everything."
What Lao Zheng meant meant what Lu Zhanqing meant. Lu Wen was rather surprised that Lu Zhanqing obviously didn't support it...he thought for a moment, whether he wanted to be brave or didn't want Lu Zhanqing to worry, and said, "It's not that serious, I can handle it."
Hanging up, the page is Ruan Feng's reply half a minute ago: Then I will support you.
Lu Wen seemed to understand, cut to Weibo, did not click on the overwhelming comments, and as soon as the homepage was refreshed, Ruan Feng reposted his "Sorry, it looks like I drew this".
The retweet reads—"Brother Lu Wen's drawing of little YAN is really good."
Lu Wen was stunned, but Ruan Feng saw through it, and revealed it to the public with hints, this Yan Feiyan. A trace of shame arose in his messy emotions. When the screen was about to go dark, he turned it on, staring at the line of words repeatedly.
Phone running out of power.
Suddenly, the caller displayed "Teacher Qu".
Lu Wen came back to his senses, but also lost his mind, wrapped in guilt, he promised Qu Yanting not to cause trouble, but no matter right or wrong, it created a situation that was difficult to end.
What would Qu Yanting call, blame him, reprimand him, be disappointed in him
The bell rang tirelessly, echoing in the yard. Lu Wen procrastinated and procrastinated, but finally lost to his desire to hear Qu Yanting's voice. He pressed the call button: "Hello? Teacher Qu."
Qu Yanting's tone was slow and gentle, and he asked, "Why can't I get through?"
Lu Wen replied: "Many people called me."
Qu Yanting didn't ask about the incident at all, but said, "I also read Weibo, how are you doing now?"
Lu Wen paused awkwardly, did Qu Yanting see his painted ring? He slid his Adam's apple to make his voice sound relaxed enough: "I'm fine, it's fine here."
"Ah That's good."
Lu Wen clenched his fist and tapped on his temple, silently in the slight dull pain, after a long while, he said apologetically, "Teacher Qu, I'm sorry."
"why?"
"I didn't listen."
The phone is very quiet, even the breath is not obvious, and the battery is only a little red on the verge of death. Before the end, taking advantage of the frosty moonlight in the night sky, Lu Wen said quickly and timidly: "... I miss you."
Just as a thin piece of snow fell into the ear, the safe passage was pitch black, and the screen emitted light, illuminating Qu Yanting's flushed auricle.
Lu Wen went upstairs to sleep and lay down in the cold blanket, with one arm pressing on his forehead and one palm on his chest, trying to keep his heart and brain stable.
He couldn't fall asleep for a long time, and his scalp felt constricted, as if Sun Wukong had been chanted a magic spell.
In the middle of the night, the mobile phone was fully charged by the pillow. Lu Wen turned over and woke up. He logged into Weibo with hesitation and apprehension. There were tens of thousands of comments, reposts, private messages, and dazzling red reminders.
Lu Wen opened it, stiff in the quilt.
The unsightly accusations and abuse can't be turned over, ranging from shameless and shameless to serious spraying and cursing. His behavior was defined as lying and framing, as well as what fans often say, such as binding, blood-sucking, and all kinds of bad words.
Under the trailer released by the official Weibo of "Utopia", "Zhuangshan" became Lu Wen's unilateral malicious hype. Some netizens commented that he was more handsome than Jin Yanyu, and Jin Yanyu's fans chased and scolded him seven or eight thousand times.
As for private messages, most of them are shockingly dirty, like sharp and poisoned knives.
Lu Wen stuffed his phone under the pillow and covered his head with the quilt. He wondered absurdly, would he be able to forget those words if he fainted? Until he was suffocated for breathing, he kicked off the quilt and panted heavily.
At 3:30 in the morning, Lu Wen went downstairs wrapped in a down jacket. He didn't know what he wanted to do, but he didn't want to sleep anyway. Walking around the courtyard, he opened a gate and sat down on the threshold.
There were no street lights on the street, and Lu Wen stared blankly at the dark void, recalling the old alley in Chongqing, broken flower pots, stumbling tiles, and a man's waist wrapped around him.
He didn't take his mobile phone, and let the minutes and seconds pass by unconsciously. The bright stars gradually dimmed and blurred in the sky, the night faded, and the sky turned white inch by inch.
Lu Wen took out the folded paper from his pocket, which was full of wrinkles, unfolded it gently, and admired his bloody design drawing.
At the far end of the long street, there was the sound of an engine.
It was getting louder and closer, Lu Wen raised his eyes and saw a Bentley off-road vehicle galloping in the crimson glow of the eastern sunrise, galloping to the front of the gate and under the steps, and slammed to a stop like sharp claws.
The highway, the hurricane, the night train all night.
Qu Yanting came here in a hurry, got out of the car and stepped on the ground, his feet were slightly numb due to insufficient blood circulation, walking up the steps in the morning light, he saw Lu Wen sitting on the threshold at a glance.
So dazed, the paper between the fingers was blown off.
Qu Yanting bent down to pick it up and held it in his hand to read.
Lu Wen couldn't believe it: "I'm not dreaming..."
Qu Yanting walked over, stretched out his hand, opened his fingers a little, and said, "Do you know the size of my finger, so you can design a ring?"
Lu Wen held it immediately, stood up, everything was unresolved, but when he grasped this hand, he had the illusion of the rest of his life.
He asked expectantly, "Teacher Qu, why are you here?"
Qu Yanting satisfied him: "Probably, I also miss you a little bit."