The director patted me on the shoulder, and Duan Qiao and I left.
However, as soon as the lights turned to the gate, these reporters who were sitting and squatting all rushed to the gate, carrying cameras.
The director arranged for people to surround these people from outside to prevent us from hurting them when we drove out.
Duan Qiao drove double flashes, constantly shooting at the people outside these doors.
These people began to curse impatiently one by one. After all, after waiting for me for so long, they didn't get any effective information to communicate. They already waited impatiently. As a result, they were so tired that they would be doubled by Duan Qiao. Dangled.
Naturally, the mentality is about to collapse.
And I don’t feel that I want to sympathize with them at all, because no one sympathizes with me who was blinded by the camera’s various red, green, and white lights for some reason. No one sympathizes with the egg, vegetable leaf, whose face was smashed. Of me, no one sympathizes with me who was hurt and wronged.
If someone is willing to empathize and sympathize with me, then I must be willing to sympathize with the lackeys of money power in front of me.
The director's people have already moved out, waving their shields and opening a way for us.
Someone helped us open the gate, and Duan Qiao sprinted onto the road with a kick of the accelerator, but he was caught off guard. Someone had already made second-hand preparations and followed our car closely.
The news headline the next day was that the Duan couple drove an accident vehicle and wanted to attack the reporter and leave the villa.
When I saw this sentence, my head was about to split.
The reports that came out in the afternoon made me even more angry.
From the time Uncle Wang called me until I returned to the hotel, I calmed down a bit.
A few hours have passed. I was about to call Uncle Wang to tell him not to come to the hotel. Many reporters have rushed to the hotel downstairs after hearing the news.
It's not too late to eat the donkey and roll around until the situation calms down.
But Uncle Wang insisted that he must look at me inside, and I couldn't be tempted by Uncle Wang's stubborn temperament.
Reported the hotel room number and asked Huang Ziqiao to go downstairs to pick him up.
After a while, Uncle Wang arrived, although I felt Wang's concern on the phone and shed tears unconsciously.
The moment I saw Uncle Wang, I really fell into sadness again. The anxiety and worry on Uncle Wang's face made me hardly know what to do.
I plunged into Uncle Wang's arms all at once, and kept crying.
Uncle Wang, just like when I was wronged and comforted me when I was a child, kept helping me follow the breath of my back. Since I was young, I have been choking with saliva and have to soothe my back constantly.
The people around me, whether it is Shen Zhen or Duan Qiao Huang Ziqiao, they all know my habit. Every time I cry, whether it is a few tears or a cry of sadness, they will subconsciously help me smoothly.
Uncle Wang comforted me and whispered softly in my ear.
"My child, after your grandma left, you must have had a hard time."
All of a sudden, I was poked in the softest part of my heart.
Yes, since my grandma passed away, not only did my mother not treat me better, but also never allowed me to go to my grandma's house again.
In fact, I have never dared to go to the old town that I was able to do before. I was always afraid that I would be overwhelmed by the scene.
Because since childhood, under my mother's violence education, I have really suffered too many grievances, and thus have too much nostalgia for my grandma's home.
After I became an adult, I went back once with the appearance of the small town in my memory, but the changes were also earth-shaking.
I can't find anything related to the past at all. In the past, the town was completely a beautiful water village, and the sky was clean and full of content.
But when I went back, the town had all been renovated and rectified, and everything was new.
Like the traces of these years, my happiness is buried under the ground.
After grandma left, I lost all contact with Uncle Wang.
It was not until I met Shen Zhen that I was able to slowly confide the depression in my heart.
The one thing Shen Zhen and Huang Ziqiao said to me most often is that being born in such a family can become what they are now. I really should thank God.
Yes, I myself have admired myself very much. I was born in such a family and in such an environment, and I have lived through it unharmed until now.
Sometimes I always feel that fate may be really unfair, it took away a lot of my things, but it didn't let me get anything.
But when I became more and more aware of Zu Changle, I really understood that everyone in front of me is the angel group sent by God to comfort me.
I choked up and answered Uncle Wang's question, "Yeah."
"Good boy, good boy, uncle knows that you have suffered over the years."
Uncle Wang didn't stop to comfort me. Uncle Wang didn't say anything, nor asked about Princess KTV. If it's a question, it's a hard time, it's a question.
But I feel that nothing comforts me more than this moment.
Because I know that Uncle Wang believes in me, he does not believe in the rumours of people outside, I am his child, and he believes in me.
And as the director who always thought I was always aimed at me, and always diametrically opposed to me, they chose to believe that I was not that girl.
It makes me feel that this matter is no big deal, as long as I want to open it myself, everything is fine.
Because it's really just like that sentence, people who really understand you don't need you to explain, and people who don't believe you can't move it even if they say a thousand words.
The director, Uncle Wang, Duan Qiao, and Huang Ziqiao are just such people. Those who have listened to the rumors and started to slander me, even if they are lost, are not worthy of my nostalgia.
I think through one thing, to recognize a group of people, it can be regarded as the value and meaning of the present.
When I eat the donkey rolling again, I can hardly describe the feeling in my heart.
That kind of feeling is so amazing. After so many years, I have eaten so many donkeys, authentic and not authentic, but it has never given me such a feeling.
It's great. After so many years, the taste of the donkey's rolling has finally overlapped with the taste in the memory. The donkey's rolling has not changed, and Uncle Wang has not changed. Everything is still the same as before.
And the moments that made me so touched and warm, when those people's mouths came, it became another kind of filth.
I never thought that people's imagination, or people could actually fabricate such a thing.
I totally underestimated the ability of people.