"It proves that I can stand under the scrutiny of the world." Su Yumian faced the light, suddenly smiled "hehe" and said with a hip, "By the way, I forgot to tell you, since this is my personal choice, you have no right to stop me."

Yi Liao looked up at her. At this moment, she was actually a little domineering. He was deceived by her appearance and got used to the soft and gentle appearance of this girl like a plush animal. He almost forgot that the little animals after being baptized by nature will also grow sharp fangs.

"That's how you want to justify my name?"

"Yeah!" Su Yumian nodded solemnly.

"Then you'll be happy."

Yidao has passed this level. Su Yumian breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, but what should she do next? Send all the itineraries that night to media reporters? What if they don’t pay attention to it at all... hold a press conference? She also thought, but she didn’t have such a great public appeal at all...

After thinking for a long time, she suddenly thought of a way. While Yi Lan continued to practice calligraphy, she sneaked out of the study and dialed a phone call she had never made before.

That night, Su Yumian first posted the trip of the two on the night of the fire on her Weibo. She celebrated her birthday that day, and took many photos with Lin Mingming and Lu Liangshu during dinner, and posted screenshots of relevant chat records. She also told the story of her privately slipping into No. 1 Middle School, sincerely apologizing to the teachers of No. 1 Middle School, saying that she just wanted to go to the school and had no intention of offending.

As an ordinary person, she didn't have many fans under her Weibo account, but because of the previous storm, a group of netizens would bubble up from time to time in her state. Now it is with these netizens that they start the first round of forwarding and spreading. Under her strong request, Yi Lao also logged into her Weibo account to forward her Weibo account.

As soon as Yi Liao participated, the popularity gradually became aroused. In addition to the discussion on whether he was innocent, another voice also came out: What is the relationship between Su Yumian and Yi Liao?

Someone has taken photos of Su Yumian being surrounded by reporters. When Yilan was a hero saving the beauty, but as netizens revealed that Su Yumian's boss and Yilan were related, most people thought they were just simple friends. Now they found that the two went to a private meeting on campus in the middle of the night, and were still alone and widowed. Only fools would believe that the pair were "ordinary friends".

Compared to fire accidents without casualties, people are more concerned about scandals, and not many people really care about Yidao's absenteeism.

Guessing is like snowballing, and it ends up in a Weibo post.

The sprinter Yiqi reposted Su Yumian's Weibo, with a sentence: My brother is so old that he finally found his wife. It's not easy. Please pay attention to the truth posted by my sister-in-law! / Fist-holding.

The younger brother of the person involved personally proved that the relationship was confirmed. The two men's Weibo fell again. Su Yumian only glanced at her quickly, and she was not interested in it, no matter how much storm it caused tonight's Weibo was, it was just an introduction.

It was the next day that she wanted to do what she wanted.

The next day, Zhou Qianxi, who had not appeared again after retreating, suddenly appeared in the Creation Art Building, followed by Su Yumian.

As Su Yumian expected, Zhou Qianxi tried hard to help when she encountered something Yijie, and contacted several trusted media companies through her connections.

Zhou Bo arranged a small conference room in the company, which was specially used by Su Yumian to receive reporters. She stood in the corner of the room, holding the corner of her clothes nervously. Zhou Qianxi saw her uneasy and walked over and asked, "Nervous?"

Su Yumian nodded honestly: "It's a little bit."

"Don't be nervous, just say whatever you want." Zhou Qianxi looked at the reporters who entered the house one after another, "This time we are invited to familiar media friends, and they will not make things difficult for you."

"I have no experience in dealing with the media..." Seeing those shimmering shots, Su Yumian felt a little guilty.

"It's okay." Zhou Qianxi showed a comforting smile, "Just show the truest side. For them, it's even more rare for respondents to return to nature." She glanced at her eyes, suddenly stopped, her smile closed, and her eyebrows frowned slightly, "Why is he here?"

Su Yumian followed Zhou Qianxi's gaze and saw a man with a baseball cap lowered and unshaven bearded. He was holding a small camera in his hand and was reluctant to communicate with his colleagues around him.

"What's wrong?"

"I didn't invite him." Zhou Qianxi looked grim. "He is a famous trail reporter who likes to expose scandals. Half of the people in our circle have fallen into his hands... I'll invite him to leave now."

Su Yumian grabbed her and shook her head: "Turning him away will only cause greater dissatisfaction, so leave it to me to deal with it."

"Is it okay?"

Su Yumian nodded: "We have nothing to be afraid of when we have done nothing wrong."

Zhou Qianxi showed an admiring look: "You are the only one today, can you talk to me?"

"I told him about the situation. Should I come and let him make the decision on his own."

"Okay, then I'll stand in the back." Zhou Qianxi patted her on the shoulder, "Come on."

The press conference began as scheduled, and Su Yumian answered every reporter's questions in an orderly manner, and she knew everything about the itinerary and trends of that day.

The progress was smooth and the atmosphere was harmonious, which made Su Yumian feel that dealing with reporters was not as terrifying as expected. However, the man in the last row of baseball caps did not ask questions. He lowered his head and stared at the camera screen on the SLR screen. Even though he remained quiet, he was like a time bomb, which made Su Yumian feel a little nervous.

Yi Zao arrived ten minutes after the press conference. He entered the conference room through the back door, wrapped in the cold air outside, and his steps were very light, and most reporters did not notice him.

The man in the baseball cap saw it. He turned his head slightly, looked at Yi Dao, and suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and raised his hand: "Ms. Su Yumian, I have a problem." Although he was lazy in sitting posture, his mouth was full of gunpowder. "Why did Yi Dao ask you to come out for this meeting? Why didn't he dare to confront the reporter?"

The scene suddenly became an uproar, and the reporters began to whisper. Su Yumian felt distressed, and what should come or what should come... But how should we answer this question?

In a panic, Yi Liao suddenly spoke: "What do you want to ask?" He looked at the reporter, with no expression on his face, but he had a kind of aura of being unhurried and arrogant. "I can answer you whatever you want to ask."

The man in the baseball cap was stunned for a moment. This was completely beyond his expectations. Yilan was not only not a soft persimmon, but also so hard. He gritted his teeth and continued to ask: "It's the question just now. Why did you ask your girlfriend to hold this meeting for you?"

Yi Liao narrowed his eyes and slowly vomited out and replied: "Because I want everyone to know that she is mine."

Yidao's words shocked everyone, and even Su Yumian was stunned. On the contrary, Zhou Qianxi couldn't hide her smile, pushed her sunglasses, and said in a volume that only she could hear: "Good boy, it's the same as your father back then."

The man in the baseball cap was rebelled with a blue face. He turned to Su Yumian. He seemed to be in anger, and said without saying anything, "What about you? When you are with him, do you like his family background and background? If he is not Yidao..."

Before he could finish his questions, he was refuted by all reporters. Such questions with obvious directional and offensive nature would not be asked by reporters with some professional ethics.

The scene was a little confused. Zhou Qianxi gestured to Su Yumian from behind, indicating that she could end the press conference directly without paying attention to this person's problem.

But Su Yumian thought of something. When she asked Yi Liao why Jin Yan did this, Yi Liao's answer was: Because I am Yi Liao.

At that time, she didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. Now the man in the baseball cap woke her up. In fact, there are many unwillingness in this world. Those born with golden spoons seemed to have effortlessly get everything they wanted. This kind of thing called "life" vaguely buried a thunder in everyone's heart. Yidao happened to be the representative of this type of person.

But are those who seem lucky really that lucky? God is fair and will take away something while giving you gifts.

Su Yumian suddenly became interested in this question, and she said, "Then let me answer the reporter's question."

The noisy scene suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were staring at her.

Su Yumian seemed not angry at this problem at all, and her expression was still gentle. She raised her head and looked at Yi Liao opposite her, saying, "I met Yi Liao when I was in high school. He was no different from other classmates. He studied, played basketball, and ate in the cafeteria. If you have to tell me what is different from everyone... Maybe he is less talkative, more precocious, but more careful."

Through Yijie, Su Yumian seemed to see the autumn seven years ago. She smiled nostalgically: "He is always the first person in our class to find that there is no water in the water dispenser, and then run back alone before the physical education get out of class is over to change to new water. He is used to thinking about others silently and considering others before making decisions. He doesn't like to show off, so he doesn't participate in campus activities. He always has to be forced to participate by the teacher pressing his head, and even when he stands on the stage, he looks tragic."

The reporters in the audience were amused. This is Yilan, which they had never met before. Compared to him who was always calm in front of the camera, this is the image of a seventeen-year-old boy.

"As for why I like him," Su Yumian tilted her head and replied, "There is no reason. Simply put, it is because he is him."

It sounds very philosophical, and everyone is a little puzzled.

Su Yumian continued to explain: "He is Yidao, but he can't be Yidao. What he is, it doesn't matter to me. What I like is him, who smiles quietly when he is happy, holds up not getting angry when he is angry, and turns beads like an elderly person when he is worried... I like this kind of person, a living person."

She raised her eyes again, and the moment she met Yilan's eyes, it seemed that there were only two of them left in this space.

"So..." Su Yumian looked at him and explained seriously, "No matter what others think or say, I want you to know that you are good. No matter who you are, there is always someone in this world who loves you unconditionally just because you are you."

People who are envious and jealous may also be moving forward with a burden. Yilan understood this when he was very young.

On the first day of school when he was in the first grade of elementary school, he spoke to his deskmate with anticipation: "Hello, we will be our deskmate in the future, and we need to help each other. My name is YiLiao."

"Hey? Yilan? You are the child of that big star? I heard that your family is very big, do you have a lot of pocket money?"

He didn't know whether the pocket money was too much, he just repeated a little disappointedly: "I'm YiLang."

"I know, the second generation of stars."

No...I'm just easy to chat.

As time passed, he not only closed a window in his heart, but also added many shackles to this window while he was accustomed to it.

He is a person who is struggling with shackles and struggling in the envious eyes of others.

Until the girl suddenly broke into his lonely world, the sunshine and colors shone in through the locked doors and windows. In the vast sea of ​​people, he finally met a person whose only reflection in his eyes was.

——His luck is probably nothing more than that.

There was still a WeChat message she sent: At 10 o'clock this morning, I will answer reporters' questions in the conference room on the first floor of Chuangyi. I have picked up the theme of the press conference, and it is called "Protect Our Yijie"! Hehehe.

It seemed as if through the words, you could see her pretending to be not nervous and smirking. She was running so hard, overcoming her own psychological shadow, and running for his innocence.

And, she really did it. She had no experience and means to deal with the media, and she completed the reporter's question by telling the truth. When she finally revealed her own voice, it seemed that everyone present was shocked. The room was silent for a long time without any sound.

They were more than ten meters apart, and Yi Liao looked at her quietly, as if she had crossed the long river of time, and the girl's eyes were still as clear as seven years ago.

Su Yumian... Su Yumian... He is willing to lose to this person in this life.

The press conference was over, and Su Yumian was still a little nervous. She didn't know how these reporters would write the report when they went back. She even pulled Yijie to thank Zhou Qianxi. Without her help, there wouldn't be this press conference today.

Zhou Qianxi was about to invite the two of them to have dinner together, but Yilan suddenly received an anonymous text message: See you in the 304 calligraphy study room of the Grand Academy of Arts.

Yi Dao's eyebrows were twisted together, and he was silent for a long time when he looked at the text message.

Su Yumian and Zhou Qianxi looked at each other and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I want to leave first." Yi Liao was about to leave in a hurry, but suddenly stopped again. He looked back at Zhou Qianxi who was disappointed, and seemed to be hesitating and struggling for a while before saying, "On New Year's Day, Yumian and I will go home for dinner, okay, mom?"

Zhou Qianxi's face went from shock to joy, and she couldn't help but nodded desperately: "Okay, okay, no problem!"

Yi Liao looked at Su Yumian again, raised his chin slightly, and smiled gently: "I'll come back after finishing my work."

It was not until he left the sight of the two women that Yi Liao's face became gloomy and his fingers subconsciously pinched the phone.

Study Room No. 304... It was a study classroom they often went to when they were in college, and it was a classroom separated by a separate section at the end of the corridor. It was hot in summer and cold in winter, and it was no longer comfortable than other study rooms. Nowadays, students no longer like to visit there.

When Yi Liao arrived there, Jin Yan sat alone in the empty classroom. In front of him was a set of paved pens, ink, paper and inkstones, as if he was going to write, but the rice paper was covered with white.

"The four brothers in our dormitory always came here before, because there was no one here, and they were quiet and followed us." Jin Yan said in a daze, "I like to sit here, you sit in the last row, the fat man is by the window, and Brother Pao is next to the door." As he spoke, he seemed to see the scene of those years again. Jin Yan leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes. "Now, Brother Pao has returned to his hometown, each with his own career, and our contacts are getting less and less. Only the two of us are still in City B... in this cannibalistic city."

Yi Liao looked at him calmly and said an irrelevant sentence: "Borrow paper and pen."

The desktop of this calligraphy study room is transformed. There is no need to lay felt, and the ink will not be soaked through paper. Yi Liao sat next to him and dipped ink on the tip of the pen while saying, "You are finally willing to show up."

"Yes." Jin Yan smiled self-deprecatingly, "I finally mustered up the courage to come out after being a turtle that has been so long."

Yi Lan's wrist was hanging on the paper, his eyes were hanging down, and he had not finished writing for a long time. After a while, he finally asked the question that had been pressing on his heart for so many days: "Why?"

"Why, you are so smart, you should have guessed it? Because of jealousy." Jin Yan shook his feet, his tone was relaxed and casual, as if he was talking about another person, but there was haggardness and regret in his eyes that he couldn't suppress anything. "I'm jealous of you. After entering university, I realized how can anyone in this world be so lucky? It seems that he can succeed in anything. When I was still running for a mortgage, you were already comfortable in your own small duplex... I was unwilling to give up, I really didn't give up..." He turned his head, staring at Yi Liao with red bloodshot eyes, and every word he spit seemed to be covered in blood. "I also want to ask you, why?"

Yi Liao didn't feel any oppression, but instead chuckled: "Do you want to hear what I would say just now?" He always said with a gentle expression, "I am also jealous of you. You can do whatever you want, lie down when you are tired, and lie down when you are sleepy, and don't have to stand or sit up straight forever. When I was alone in the empty house, there was a lamp waiting for you to come home in this city." The corner of his frivolous mouth was slightly raised, and it was also a self-deprecating smile, but it was less angry than Jin Yan's, and a little more cold and used to it. "Your jealousy started in college. And I have passed twenty-four years like this."

Jin Yan looked dazed, and Yi Liao never told him this. When he was in college, he thought they were very good brothers, but he didn't expect that Yi Liao never showed the side of his heart.

In the past, Yi Liao always watched the three of them sleep in and skip classes with an unfathomable expression. It turned out that it was because of envy. It was not because of the skipping class itself, but because of their ability to grow freely in the sun.

Yilan cannot, because as long as he does a little mistake, he will be infinitely magnified by irrelevant people and attacked.
To be continued...