It is difficult for public opinion to calm down an incident of this magnitude in a short period of time. The public relations team invited by Pei Tingsong always follow up to avoid extraneous branches.
Everyone knows that Fang Juexia currently has countless endorsements. Many black fans have organized to make trouble under the brand's Weibo and demanded that the "stained artist" be replaced, but this behavior has also caused dissatisfaction among many passersby. In the eyes of the public, Fang Juexia's father's stain cannot be grafted on him, which is also the root of his miserable life for many years. Although there are many black fans, it is always impossible to outnumber the passers-by and the already large number of fans.
The endorsement scene that black fans expected to see did not happen.
The day after the handwritten letter was announced, Fang Juexia was still like a okay person, shooting the advertisement according to the previous agreement. Although the brand owner said that he could postpone the shooting, he knew that preparing for an advertisement shooting was the result of a team preparing for many days. You can't just drag other people down.
The people on the set are quite professional, and there is no difference between weekdays. Xiaowen is always by Fang Juexia's side, and Fang Juexia is still the same as usual, gentle, silent, but dedicated enough.
The makeup artist was especially relieved when he removed his makeup, "Today's shooting went well."
Fang Juexia smiled, "Yes, it's going smoother than I thought."
"What about the other members, do they have jobs today?"
Fang Juexia nodded, "Well, there are still students in school."
"Then you should rest soon when you go back."
"Okay, it will."
When he came out of the shooting location building, Fang Juexia realized that a large number of reporters had gathered outside the door, flashing frantically.
"Fang Juexia troubles, can I stay a while and say a few words?"
"Have you never known about your father taking drugs? Have you ever seen him taking drugs with your own eyes!?"
"Recently, Astar's stock has plummeted. It is rumored that the top management has changed hands. Do you know what is involved in this, Juexia? Are you also pushed to block this big pawn?"
"Some people questioned that the night blindness you wrote in your letter was fabricated. What do you think?"
"Fang Juexia, have you seen AIDS rumors on the Internet? Can you explain why there are such rumors?"
Fang Juexia, wearing a mask and glasses, was almost surrounded by bodyguards, squeezed out of the unscrupulous reporters that swarmed up like locusts, and finally came to the nanny car parked outside the door.
The moment Fang Juexia closed the door, Fang Juexia finally took a sigh of relief.
The hands and lenses attached to the car windows, like monster tentacles, are so close that they can't be shaken off.
Xiaowen, who was sitting in the co-pilot, turned around, twisted a bottle of water and handed it to him, "Jexia, back to the company or to the dormitory?"
Fang Juexia took the water, but didn't drink it. "It's okay."
The phone vibrated and opened it to see that it was Zhai Ying's news.
[Zhai Ying: Juexia, I'm afraid you are worried, so I will report it to you first. I released your trainee video, and I asked my brother-in-law to tune it out. ]
Trainee video
Fang Juexia opened Weibo in doubt, just as Cheng Qiang's phone came in, and he answered.
"Hey, Juexia? What's the matter with that Astar monthly review video?"
"I don't know, I'm still watching it." Fang Juexia clicked on Weibo, and there was an entry of #方觉夏 Practice生视频# on the hot search. Click in to see it. Many marketing accounts have posted videos with the title [方觉夏The monthly review video of the trainee video is super powerful! ]
"It seems to be... Zhai Ying got it." Fang Juexia said to Cheng Qiang, "I don't know the details."
"Zhai Ying?" Cheng Qiang paused for a while, then suddenly realized, "She is helping you."
It is indeed a video of his trainee period, cut into a collection. Astar used to have a collective evaluation of trainees every month, giving a grade, and trainees who got low grades three times in a row may leave the company.
Fang Juexia is the only trainee who has maintained an A grade for two consecutive years, and his overall ranking will always be the first.
Although he is only a teenager in the video, he is still a young child. However, singing and dancing skills have surpassed too many active idols and singers. It is no exaggeration to call a "ceiling".
This video is the proof of why Fang Juexia was called the Astar trump card.
Due to recent public opinion, the video has a lot of comments.
[@湯淺樂於的電星: woc, the high pitch at the beginning shocked me... Didn't he make his debut on Astar? ? ]
[@Naming 998: 998: I finally understand why Fang Juexia is the ceiling of the idol. The beauty and strength of the trainee period will be smashed. The standard Meiqiang tragedy script. ]
[@ Today also tons tons of tons: I go, the last chart is absolutely perfect, the company's only A for two consecutive years, this is a true trump card, how did it become a fold? ]
[@我三今日東王王個reply @今日也愛愛王了: Who knows, anyway, at this level, if there is really a gold master, it would be so popular as to make a debut? ]
[@Time is running out: Fuck, I also want to chase fjx, my essence is strong]
"After this video was released, it suppressed a lot of unspoken public opinion, and now many people on the Internet are scolding Astar for having no eyesight, which is also interesting." Cheng Qiang said over there, "Astar is now in full distress, listen. Said it is going to change recently."
"Yeah." Fang Juexia could probably guess.
The direction of public opinion is always changing, faster than turning a book. Fang Juexia didn't have much interest in it anymore, but from the bottom of his heart he thanked Zhai Ying for what he had done for him at this time, so he returned to WeChat very seriously, thanking her for coming forward.
The car had been driving for a long time, and the road was a bit blocked. Fang Juexia hadn't slept for too long, but he was not sleepy. He only felt sore in his eyes, so he closed his eyes and tilted his head against the window of the car. Suddenly, he heard Xiaowen answer the phone and said something, but he had no intention of caring about it.
When he closed his eyes, Fang Juexia thought of Pei Tingsong, and thought of the feeling of lying on the bed with his head resting on his head. He listened to him and told stories that he had never heard before. No word was comfort, but every sentence was comfort.
Every moment spent with Pei Tingsong was well hidden by Fang Juexia. He is like a kid who collects beautiful sugar papers. Every time he gets a sheet, he flattens it and puts it in a place where only he knows.
When you are sad, take a look, and you can even smell some sweets. Then he will be happy, it's that simple.
He doesn't even need the person who gave him the candy to be by his side all the time.
"Here, Jue Xia."
Xiaowen's voice was very soft, probably because he thought he was asleep. Fang Juexia opened her eyes, and the moment she opened the door, she realized that this was not the company or the quarters where the dormitory was located.
This is the high-end apartment parking lot where Pei Tingsong lived before.
Fang Juexia turned her head and asked Xiaowen, "Why are you here?"
"Xiao Pei called me just now, saying that he has something to look for you, just when your work is over, we just drove over."
Something
Fang Juexia was a little puzzled, and said he would go up with Xiaowen, but he didn't expect Xiaowen to sit back in the car, "Jexia, I was just temporarily notified of the meeting. I have to go back. Brother Qiang should scold me when I am late. Let the driver come back to pick you up later."
"No." Fang Juexia shook her head, "I can take a taxi back."
When Xiaowen left, he went upstairs while dialing Pei Tingsong's number. The first call was busy, and it was connected the second time, but when it was connected, Pei Tingsong had already opened the door.
"Are you here?" Pei Tingsong smiled on his face, stretched out his hand and pulled Fang Juexia in. He turned around and was busy taking him slippers in the shoe cabinet. When he bent over, Fang Juexia saw the accuracy in his pants pocket. research.
"Is the exam finished?" Fang Juexia asked.
"Well, the question is simple. I came out half an hour earlier." Pei Tingsong put the slippers in front of him, and was about to squat down to untie his shoelaces. Suddenly, he stood up and whispered to him as if thinking of something. "You change it yourself first."
Fang Juexia felt weird, and couldn't tell what was strange. He felt that Pei Tingsong panicked and walked from the hallway to the living room after changing his shoes, smelling the scent of soup.
"Auntie, I feel that Brother Xia is back."
Aunt?
Fang Juexia didn't react at once, and she didn't know that her mother would appear in front of her in the next second. She didn't even take off her apron, so she rushed up and hugged him.
"Jexia, you are back."
Fang Juexia's eyes widened when she was hugged by her mother, as if she were dreaming. He stared at Pei Tingsong who was standing next to him blankly, watching him smiling at himself, and holding his arm back to Huo Fang's mother.
"Mom..." Feeling her mother's shoulders were shaking, Fang Juexia hugged her tightly and patted her back, "Why did you come here suddenly, I don't know."
Mother Fang loosened her head, wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, and smiled at her son: "Little Pei specially invited me to Beijing. He said a lot." Fang's mother also looked at Pei Tingsong, "Mom is also very good. Miss you, I don’t want to wait for you at home anymore like I used to, I want to come and see you."
Fang Juexia's nose was sore.
He couldn't sleep every day, not because he was afraid of public opinion attacks on the Internet, nor was he worried about his uncertain future. But the mother who is afraid of staying alone in Guangzhou, as long as she thinks of her sitting at home, witnessing her waiting for the past ten years turned to ashes, and watching the overwhelming news about him, the words are exaggerated and without According to the slander, what she would think and how sad it would be.
Is she unable to eat and sleep
But Fang Juexia, who was facing his mother, was always timid. He didn't know how to care, to clean up the incomplete affection.
Pei Tingsong did it for him.
He always knew what Fang Juexia feared most and what he needed most.
"Mom stewed you the flower maw chicken, and added saffron, scallops and sea cucumbers, which are very tonic." Having said that, Fang's mother was anxious to look at the fire again, "Hey wait, I'll take a look at the fire. Sit, Xiao Pei just went to the airport to pick me up. You guys have a rest."
Fang Juexia watched her mother plunge into the kitchen again, and threw him to Pei Tingsong, feeling helpless and wanting to laugh. Pei Tingsong glanced back to make sure that Fang's mother was no longer there, and quickly kissed the corner of Fang Juexia's eye.
With such a bold move, Fang Juexia's heart would jump out. He twisted Pei Tingsong's arm and walked to the sofa to sit down. Pei Tingsong also sat down next to him, smiled at him, and said nothing.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Fang Juexia turned to question.
Pei sighed, "No, whoever prepares for a surprise will notify me in advance. Do you think it is Double Eleven? Before the event, the merchants are still sending you text messages frantically. Come and have a surprise at zero o'clock."
These are all weird metaphors.
"How did you find my mother? Do you have her contact information?"
"No, I asked someone to check it for me." Pei Tingsong answered naturally.
He was actually a little afraid that Fang Juexia blamed him for troubles. After all, he was fighting everything by himself, as if he never needed anyone’s help. But Pei Tingsong really felt uncomfortable. He lay in bed every day and thought of Fang Juexia’s day. When I was calling on the corner of the stairs, thinking of him crying in his arms, I was so afraid that his mother would be sad.
Pei Tingsong felt that he had to do something. He couldn't bear Fang Juexia's sadness, and he couldn't bear to worry about him. It won't work for one more day.
That's why he made a decisive decision to find a way to find Fang's mother's contact information and tell her that Fang Juexia actually missed her very much and needed her to accompany her.
Fang's mother was also troubled sleeping and eating at home, checking the news on the Internet every day, but she did not dare to look for her son. The mother and son had the same heart, but neither of them spoke first. As soon as Pei Tingsong said about his son's situation, he barely considered him, so he flew to Beijing on the flight he arranged for the first time.
It is indeed a passion for his lover, but Pei Tingsong will actually worry about whether it is just his own wishful thinking. After all, he was decisive and had a personality to do what he had, but Fang Juexia was not.
Suspicion flooded up, Pei Tingsong didn't want to think too much, and immediately changed the subject, "I'm telling you, today's essay question..."
Halfway through, his hand on the sofa was covered by another thin white hand. Fang Juexia leaned closer, her eyes were gentle and her tone of voice was soft, and she said softly, "Thank you."
Pei Tingsong was stunned for a moment, leaving the first half of his words behind.
"Thank you." Fang Juexia has a habit, he will always say it again if it is important. The temperature of the palm was passed over, and the smile on his face was the most true Pei Tingsong had seen in so many days, not the disguised "I am fine", it was the real Fang Juexia.
"I'm so happy to see my mother coming over." Fang Juexia's fingers were gently embedded in Pei Tingsong's fingers, and the circles under her eyes were a little red.
Pei Tingsong's heart was immediately clenched, and he held Fang Juexia's face with both hands and threatened him in a low voice, "Don't cry."
Fang Juexia's cheeks were squeezed out of shape by him, and she sniffed, "Don't you say you like watching me cry."
It's just that at some point... Pei Tingsong didn't say anything, and heard the movement of Fang's mother again, and immediately let go and stood up nervously.
"Little Pei, is there any small stove at home?"
"Stove?" Pei Tingsong didn't know what she was talking about, looking around like a headless fly. Fang Juexia knows his family's situation better than he, "No, Mom, don't use the stove, just drink soup and eat vegetables."
Pei Tingsong was surprised, "How do you know what your mother is going to do? I don't understand."
"Nonsense, I'm her son." Fang Juexia whispered.
The two helped Fang's mother serve dishes and set the tableware, and then sat down and had a good meal of mother's cooking. After the accident, Fang Juexia had been unable to eat, but when his mother was there, he ate more than usual and drank an extra bowl of soup.
This is the second time that Pei Tingsong has eaten and chatted with them, just like the ordinary daily life of every family. Only this time, Pei Tingsong will have more expectations. If one day, he confesses everything to this mother, will she accept herself gently and enthusiastically as she does now.
After eating, Pei Tingsong helped Fang's mother take the bowl to the kitchen. Standing at the table, Fang Juexia remembered something and took out her mobile phone, "Mom, I have to book you a hotel."
"No need!" Pei Tingsong shouted to the outside, "I have arranged everything, it's next door."
"Next door?" Fang Juexia walked to the kitchen and saw two people who were more like mothers and children washing dishes side by side, "Why do you feel like living in an apartment like a hotel every time?"
"Ah, that, rented it." Pei Tingsong said a reason.
"Little Pei can be more careful. I have already prepared it for me." Fang's mother had finished washing the last bowl, turned her head and said, "He said that it is convenient and safe to live here. There may be reporters in the hotel. Never thought of it at first. And you can still live with your mother here."
Fang Juexia nodded, "Yeah."
After washing the dishes, Pei Tingsong came out of the kitchen and was caught by Fang Juexia again.
Pei Tingsong smiled with a guilty conscience, "You are so smart."
Fang Juexia stared at him motionlessly and didn't speak. Seeing that Pei Tingsong couldn't help it, he wanted to hold it but couldn't hold it, so he got closer and confessed to him in a low voice, "Actually...this building belongs to me."
really.
Fang Juexia thought that when he came for the first time, he said that he was different from other rich young masters. He was only rich in a two-bedroom house.
He is too naive.
It just so happened that the other members had their own itineraries in the near future, and he was the only one who returned to the dormitory. Fang Juexia could stay here with her mother for a few more days. Just when they were eating, Pei Tingsong had arranged for someone to clean up the next door. Bringing her mother over, Fang Juexia saw a bunch of snow-white eustoma on the coffee table as soon as she walked to the living room.
The corners of the mouth can't help but arouse.
Surrounded by the itinerary and flashing lights, Fang Juexia hasn't lived a life like this for a long time. Being taken care of by her mother, she listened to her parents, students who said she couldn't teach anything, and the troublemakers in the class.
Fang Juexia felt safe just by listening to her.
He closed his eyes and felt himself lying under the full white sun.
There is no darkness, and there is warmth everywhere.
The outside world was torrential and rainy. Fang Juexia, who was suffering in the center of the storm, fell asleep with the orange setting sun escaping from the horizon at dusk with his mother's company.
Meng also let him go, and didn't bother.
The low tide period is like the rainy season. When it comes, it seems to be stuffy, making people unable to breathe. His life was filled with cold rain and he couldn't breathe.
But the sky is so beautiful after the rain, the blue sky and the air with the breath of grass for the rest of my life.
He likes after the rain, so he can survive a heavy rain.
She fell asleep until 12:30 in the evening. For some reason, Fang Juexia suddenly woke up, feeling a little thirsty, got up from the bed, walked to the next room and saw her sleeping mother, then quietly closed the door and walked to the living room.
As soon as he opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water from it, Fang Juexia stopped moving before he unscrewed it.
The arm hung in mid-air for a few seconds, then lowered it.
Pei Tingsong was sitting in his study and reading documents. He suddenly heard the doorbell and checked the time. He felt weird. He walked to the door and saw the surveillance screen, only to find that it was Fang Juexia in pajamas.
The mood was suddenly ignited, like a Kongming lantern about to take off.
"Why are you here?"
Fang Juexia stepped into his house, although his tone was still as lukewarm as usual, but with a smile on his face, "Thirsty and want to drink water."
It's almost like acting like a baby.
Pei Tingsong closed the door and stepped closer. He looked very gentle while wearing glasses, and he raised his eyebrows a little bit like a young master, "Just want to drink water?"
"Yeah." Fang Juexia looked at him with a sincere expression in her eyes.
"Okay." Pei Tingsong turned and left, and soon came back with a glass of sweet orange juice. It was Fang Juexia's favorite juice, and it was the frosted blue mug that Pei Tingsong always used.
"Drink." Pei Tingsong handed it to him.
Fang Juexia said thank you indifferently, then took it with both hands, drank it, raised her head, and said solemnly, "Is it the reason why I just woke up? It feels a bit weird."
Pei Tingsong raised his eyebrows and didn't say a word. He took the water glass in his hand and looked at it. He drank all the juice cleanly.
How thirsty, strange, I drank it all.
"What's the smell?" The curious Pei Tingsong was about to pour himself another glass, to try if he bought the wrong brand, but his hand was held unexpectedly. When he turned his head, Fang Juexia held him on his shoulder and kissed. Up here.
The taste of orange juice comes in with the soft tongue, just like the moonlight coming in at 12:30, sweet, cold, not ice, but ice cream, melting in the hot and humid mouth, brewing everything into a sweet heartbeat.
This kiss was short, but it was the first time Fang Juexia took the initiative.
He retreated to the safety boundary, looked at Pei Tingsong, and asked calmly, "Did you taste it?"
Pei Tingsong stood blankly, and nodded when he heard the question, still holding the mug that was as blank as his own.
"Then I'm going back," Fang Juexia blinked, "Good night."
He should be a more straightforward thief.
After committing the wicked act of stealing the heart, he took the time to slip away. The staying time is too long, there are too many reluctant emotions, and the final result is being caught.
Fang Juexia was hugged by Pei Tingsong, and there was nowhere to run. Being thrown on the bed by him, pressed down by him, his heart beating like a real criminal, guilt and desire intertwined.
"You are really getting better and better these days." Pei Tingsong's dark pupils reflected his face.
Knowing that I would come to him when I woke up, I also learned to molest people.
Fang Jue Xia pursed the corner of her mouth with a smile, and accepted Pei Tingsong's insincere compliment, "Near Zhu Zhechi."
The moonlight crossed the gap between the curtains, spied on the lovers' fusion, and finally fell on the spectacle lenses abandoned on the bedside table, casting a mottled light.
Early in the morning is always when Fang Juexia is most vulnerable. He needs a close hug and passionate love.
Pei Tingsong has everything he needs.
Fang Juexia is a coastline under the night, soaked repeatedly by tides.
"Thank you." He put his arms around Pei Tingsong and said repeatedly.
This kind of gratitude seems polite to many people, like courtesy, but Pei Tingsong understands that this is love.
Because he was like this, he was grateful day after day, thank Fang Juexia for appearing in his life.
Fearing that his mother would wake up too early, Fang Juexia didn't stay for too long. He took a shower at three in the morning and then came out and found a set of clothes from Pei Tingsong's closet.
Pei Tingsong sat on the side of the bed with a grieving expression, pulling Fang Juoxia's sleeve, "Living in my house, wearing my clothes, and those who are still sleeping with me, will run away after sleeping."
Fang Juexia suffocated a smile, without quibbling, turned around and kissed his lips, "See you tomorrow."
"See you." Pei Tingsong finally took his hand and kissed the back of his hand.
For the next two days, Fang Juexia returned to the apartment early to accompany her mother as soon as she finished work, making snacks and making soup with her. Pei Tingsong was afraid that she would be bored, so he went to visit P University while Fang Juexia was away. Anyway, it is also a must-check-in place for travel in Beijing.
Public opinion on the Internet is still evaporating, but Fang Juexia, one of the parties involved, is no longer anxious about this. With his eyes closed, he knew how those people would abuse and talk about it, all of which were known, so he was no longer afraid.
On the day that the six people joined together to shoot the magazine, Fang Juexia heard a female assistant photographer standing with another person, mumbling something.
"Oh my god, it's true? There have been too many melons recently."
Fang Juexia only felt tired, but he didn't expect that the next sentence would cause him to suddenly stop.
"I just saw it and thought it was a mistake, Liang Ruo actually quit Qi Yao!"