She Wants To Divorce Me

There are a lot of forged evidences appearing on the Internet. Laughing and laughing are only used as a spice for a boring life. The initiator never knows what impact it will have on others, but at the end it deletes it and attaches a few words of not so sincere apology. . Like the screenshots and wishful thinking in that article-I'm afraid that people with brains will see some clues from it, but unfortunately many people just want to go with the flow and be instigated by the fierce emotions to act as an insensitive spectator.

"The screenshot is real." Ji Yao chuckled at the corner of her lips. As soon as she said this, the venue immediately became agitated. If the screenshot is true, doesn't it mean that Ji Yaoguang admitted to the crime of plagiarism? Or is there any other explanation? All eyes and lights were on her alone, and that face was relaxed and indifferent, and seemed to be an okay person.

"Miss Chang, what do you think of this matter?" The person who had cut a **** way from the many voices turned his target to Chang Yu, with curiosity in his voice.

"I believe in her abilities, and more in her character." Chang Yu's smile was flawless, and her soft gaze fell on Ji Yaoguang's body with her head turned, serious and focused. Where is the kind of discord rumored on the Internet? In fact, as early as the filming of "Ning Chen" started, some things proved that the rift between them had healed-not to mention the live broadcast of "Time Inn"? It's just that the sensation caused by this plainness is not as great as the rupture, so many people are focused on this matter and must find clues to prove that they are right.

Ji Yaoguang and Chang Yu looked at each other, and smiled like no one else: "I wrote you a lot of love poems before."

"I still want to ask Miss Ji, you said that the screenshots are real, and you said that you wrote them yourself, and no one is ghostwriting. How can you explain this?"

"I think the truth is clearly in front of you." Ji Yaoguang pretended to sigh and looked at the curiosity reporters. She chuckled, "Although I am very reluctant to tell you something, but At this point, I have to say, Huaiyu Sanren is my trumpet, and it is filled with my trivial mood and poems. The name is firstly because of the homophonic sound of the word'Yu', and secondly Well—I believe you are all knowledgeable people, so I don’t need to say more."

"Then Miss Ji, how do you prove that this is your trumpet? Can we suspect that you found the original owner to communicate with her in advance, creating a false impression?" A reporter asked sharply, quietly for a moment Later, there were many seconders. At this time, there are countless possibilities of fraud in their minds-but when they see the so-called "plagiarism evidence", they are more inclined to that is the truth. You should know that if you find a shortcoming in someone else, you can satisfy your own "moral sense", and second, when something similar happens, there is a "precedent" and you can act with peace of mind.

"I know someone will have this kind of speculation. Let me log in and post a Weibo to show you." Ji Yaoguang sighed again, with a breezy smile on her face, she motioned the staff to turn on the device. First of all A series of numbers appeared on the screen, "This is the login IP address of my two accounts. Please compare it yourself. If you still have doubts, please ask you a question. I will write it to you on the spot."

Most of the people’s doubts have been dispelled, and they have begun to turn to another question, but some people are still unconvinced. They don’t know what kind of thoughts they have, and shouted abruptly in the crowd: "Then please Ji Teacher, please prove yourself, so I believe that the audience in front of the screen will also be convinced. As far as today is concerned, do you have anything you want to say to us? Can you convey it in poetry?"

"Yes, what I want to say is that the stage of life is undoubtedly a kind of path-finding, all kinds of sinisters are like the snakes and rats encountered when visiting the mountains, but these must be stepped over step by step, right?" Ji Yao lightly smiled.

"So how long do you need, Miss Ji?" the reporter asked again.

"I don't have the talent of Cao Zijian to become a poem in seven steps. I can just draw a pen. You have to give me some time to think?" Ji Yaoguang responded in a joking tone. She took Chang Yu's hand and laughed again. , "Some questions, you can ask my lover to answer on her behalf, what she said is what I want to say."

"I want to know why the screenshots flowed out? I thought that netizen was actually guided by Miss Ji and only told her to be original-it will inevitably make her suspicious. Her position is to protect the interests of the original creator." A female reporter pushed her glasses and put her gaze on Chang Yu, who was silent.

"Everyone has their own privacy, how many people have trumpets, should they be completely exposed to others?" Chang Yu said lightly, "When that person came to inquire, tell her that this is not a deception, who knows What is her purpose? Many people ask for poems. Many people ask "original" to understand a level and whether they can fulfill their request. The deliberate guidance you mentioned does not exist."

"Then Miss Chang, did you know about Miss Ji’s trumpet?" the reporter asked again, "I see the emotional trivialities on the homepage with sadness. The time period is when the online rumors about your divorce were Didn't it prove that something happened to you before that caused Miss Ji to be so depressed?"

For Chang Yu, this question is a bit acute. She really didn’t know Ji Yaoguang’s trumpet, let alone that she poured so much emotion into it. After she was silent for a while, she leaned forward slightly. The voice was calm, as if it were a pool of stagnant water without a ripple. "It's not just this question. In response to the previous online rumors, I am here to answer. I don't deny that there were conflicts with Yaoguang. May I ask which couple of partners did not quarrel? It's just that we all realize our own The shortcomings are changing a little bit. I can tell you that our relationship is very good now. As for the divorce, it is even more nonsense."

"Then, what is the reason for the two of you to get divorced? It is because of the appearance of a third party? I heard that you and Ms. Zhao Qingchao happened during the filming of "The Dumb Girl". Feelings." After this sentence was spread, the venue seemed to be ambiguous for an instant, and the restlessness loomed under the flash.

"Without a third party, there won't be a third party between us." Chang Yu frowned, with a trace of offended sullen, her face was cold, her voice was slow and firm, "This inversion is black and white. Slander is a questioning of our personality. I hope you can consider it carefully when you ask a sentence. Groundless nonsense is an injury to Yaoguang and me and at the same time an insult to your own profession." The image in the eyes of Chang Yu's people has always been cold and alienated, with an awe-inspiring sacredness, but within a few days, she made serious remarks to fans and reporters. Seeing that the inquirer was silent, she slowed down and said, "This is the first and last time I have emphasized this kind of thing. I will answer some questions about work in the future."

I can't ask anything in my personal life. I can only regretfully turn the topic to work. After setting up his studio, Chang Yu intends to turn to behind the scenes or what? Who are the artists planning to sign? This is something that many people are interested in. "Time Inn" is a joint production of the studio, Beidou and Tianguan, and it is not the first work of the studio in the strict sense. If it remains silent, it will easily disappear in the circle of blooming flowers. But obviously, neither Chang Yu nor Ji Jia will let the studio go to this point.

"Next I am going to rest for a while." Chang Yu didn't reveal her plan too much, she just replied indifferently. Almost everyone in the circle knows that she hardly shoots night scenes and will go back before seven o'clock, but almost no one questioned her work attitude. As an entertainer, her pursuit of her acting skills almost reached a harsh point. This sentence was like a stone that caused a thousand waves of waves, which caused the media to ask questions, but Chang Yu remained silent. When she tilted her head to look at Ji Yaoguang, the corners of her lips rose slightly, and she chuckled, "I will leave it to the lovely baby Ji for the next time."

Among the many questions, the questioner may have forgotten it himself, but some people will not. They will interpret this unending matter into thousands of meanings, just like reading comprehension when returning to the college entrance examination-many Everyone thinks that their own is the correct answer. In this case, the best way is to solve all problems thoroughly on the venue. Chang Yu never doubted Ji Yaoguang's talent, she has the capital of willful publicity.

"The long pavilion connects far away, and the wind and clouds recognize the twilight. The dust rushes towards the face, the short coat knots loose buds. The mountain snakes and the rats, the sky is dying and the night is heard. The woodcutter smiles like a knife..." , The words are round and round seems to be a chant from the depths of history, with a sense of emptiness and loneliness, as well as the feeling that everyone is drunk and I am alone. The stumbling and stumbling on the road ahead, there are snakes, rats, night owls, and people who persuade you to go back-but how should you take this road? This is a question of my heart. At the end of "Looking for a Traveler Through the Ages, Awakening Stubbornness", Ji Yaoguang's mood instantly changed back to lightness. She tilted her head to look at the questioning and questioning people in the crowd, and said with a playful smile: "Are there any questions? Do I need to write another song? Or let me ask the old professor of University Z to testify?"

The author has something to say: I did not include the complete search poem in the text~

The long pavilion connects to the far road, and the situation recognizes the evening dynasty. Bumping in the dust, the short coat knotted loose buds.

Snakes and rats in the deep mountains, the sky is faint and the night is heard. Ask the woodcutter for directions, and the woodcutter smiles like a knife.

Zining Zhongnanshi, or Ye Changanhao. To be Xie Gongsu, Qingyan plans to ascend.

The flowers are deep and fascinating, nowhere to be fragrant. The turbulence destroys human bones, which is dangerous and safe to measure.

What's more, the miasma mist hides the sky. It's better to return early, the plum blossoms into the window.

Asking what I want, I am always suspicious. The Six Yaos were originally set, and God is selfless.

But the hatred is not there, so why can't I fail. Inhumane, sad and in vain.

Through the ages, looking for a visitor, one word wakes up the stubbornness.

In addition, the press conference is actually a very serious word, which is relatively frivolous. In fact, I don't know much about the entertainment industry, and I don't pay much attention to celebrity dynamics. I can't think of other words at once, so I won't change it.