Cheng Suran was questioned.
Numerous words appeared in front of her eyes, various animal patterns and abbreviations, true and false, chaotic and disorderly, full of strong hostility, like a war without gunpowder smoke. And she grew up in a peaceful place, she can't wield a gun and a stick, she is unarmed and has only her solitary self with little power.
In this public opinion war, she hated herself for not being able to do anything, yet she wanted to do something.
She wanted to protect Jiang Yu.
So, she rushed to the front line to argue with people, learned the strange ins and outs and various slang in the fan community. No matter whether they were neutral or scolding Jiang Yu, she would bite one at a time.
Like a red-eyed beast, crawling and roaring in the sea of blood, even though exhausted and scarred.
When the so-called breaking news came out, Cheng Suran's first reaction was not to believe it, but at the same time, seeds of doubt were planted in her heart, which disintegrated her strength, made her gradually waver, lost the confidence to charge, made her start to doubt, and defeated herself.
What if it is true?
At that moment, she felt tired, as if her hardest bone had been pulled out, and her whole body went limp.
She cared too much about Jiang Yu, as long as she thought of how hard Jiang Yu had worked so hard outside for so many years, and had finally achieved today's achievements and status, but was still slandered, she felt angry and anxious, and lost her mind. But she also doesn't understand Jiang Yu too well, a little trouble can dispel her strength, break her defense line, and then think of the shady relationship between them, worrying about gains and losses, and feeling insecure.
After all, she was once again self-indulgent.
"I...I don't know..."
Cheng Suran felt that she must be crazy, or stupid, only now did she realize what a stupid question she asked. She looked at Jiang Yu, waiting for anger in despair and sadness.
However–
Nothing happened.
"Then do you hope it's true?" Jiang Yu looked directly at the girl with a calm tone.
She once thought that her injuries suffered in the first eighteen years of her life were nothing compared to the long life of freedom, and that the wounds would always be healed and she would recover.
But now she understands that a wound will always be a wound, it won't heal, it can only be reduced to a light pain.
Does she really not care about the name-calling, insults and misinterpretations?
She does.
It's just that she has grown up, and she will no longer cry like a child, with her emotions written all over her face.
In the afternoon, she received a message from the kid. At that moment, she seemed to be forced to retreat by countless swords, squeezed into a corner, and when she turned around, someone gave her strength. So from the afternoon until now, she waited and waited, she never felt that several hours were so long.
Then this came like a knife.
She couldn't get angry, and she didn't have the strength to get angry. Maybe it was because she was too tired today, so she had expectations for her little lover. She is ridiculous.
She's just a pet.
"I don't know." Cheng Suran looked dazed and lowered her head.
"I fought a lot with those people today. I quarreled for a long time. I don't want anyone to slander you...but they are too powerful to fight. I am alone..." As she spoke, her voice became smaller and smaller.
She took a deep breath, her eyes turned red, "Why do they..."
Tears swirled in the sockets of her eyes, and she forced them back again, with an angry expression floating on her white and tender face.
Jiang Yu was startled, a trace of astonishment flashed in her eyes, and suddenly remembered something, sneered, and said, "Do you think they are slandering me?"
"Yes..."
There was a short silence.
They looked at each other quietly, Cheng Suran sensed something was wrong, before she could react, Jiang Yu spoke again:
"If it's not slander but a fact, would you still quarrel with them?"
"Yes!" Cheng Suran replied without hesitation.
Jiang Yu narrowed her eyes slightly, and curled her lips mockingly, "Why?"
"Because.…."
Cheng Suran choked and couldn't answer for a moment.
When they first met, Jiang Yu was a role model in her mind, with a god-like halo. She was curious, admired, and adored, hoping that one day she would be able to break through on her own like Jiang Yu. Make a piece of the sky. If she had learned of this so-called "black material" at that time, she would have been very disappointed.
But now, Jiang Yu in her eyes is a flesh-and-blood person living beside her, an ordinary person, what she sees more is not the halo or the symbol, but Jiang Yu herself.
Because it is Jiang Yu, she likes her.
So no matter what, Jiang Yu is Jiang Yu. The so-called "black material", true or false, has no meaning to her.
If it is true, she will rush to fight, if it is false, she will also rush to fight.
That is the sister she likes.
Cheng Suran looked at Jiang Yu, her eyes were full of admiration, and the two little dimples sank in a daze, "Because...you are you."
Jiang Yu's face was expressionless, but her heart was suddenly poked.
Those dark eyes are like a deep pool, a little light falls in, and ripples softly on the shallow surface, but the bottom can't be seen, all emotions are buried in the deepest part.
She seemed to read something from the girl's eyes.
It's very familiar.
"I am who I am?"
"Mm."
Jiang Yu stared at her, with a sense of scrutiny in her eyes, and suddenly, she pinched her chin, and slowly pressed her red lips to her ears, "Have you fallen in love with sister?"
Cheng Suran was shocked, thinking that she had been seen through, and suddenly became nervous, with her heart hanging high in her throat.
"Say something."
"No…"
"Really?" Jiang Yu lowered her voice.
"Mm, I–", Cheng Suran gasped, and her fingers gripped the sofa, trying to look natural.
"I'm just fulfilling the terms of the agreement, it's right to protect my sister, I just crossed the line, I shouldn't ask, sorry."
As she said it, she was shouting in her heart; It's not like this, it's not like that at all.
You are the most important person in my heart, how can I allow others to slander you wantonly, I can face thousands of troops alone, I can go to the mountains of swords and fires alone, whether it's true or false, you are the only one in my heart.
It's just that I have to close the door of my mouth and the windows of my eyes. I can't say this.
The sour and bitter taste flooded Cheng Suran's heart...
Jiang Yu leaned back and looked at her.
She smiled foolishly.
Their eyes met, as if they were invisible silk threads, entangled to one another
She was not seen through.
After a while, Jiang Yu withdrew her gaze and said in a calm tone: "I said before, you can ask me directly if you want to know, but I also have the right not to answer."
"Uh-huh."
There was another silence.
Cheng Suran's eyelashes trembled, held her breath, carefully kissed her on the lips, and smiled obediently: "Sister, don't be angry, okay?"
Jiang Yu didn't speak, picked up the wine glass, and sipped the scarlet liquid.
Cheng Suran didn't dare to say anything, and obediently cuddled up.
A strange feeling came to mind
Is it her illusion? Her sister doesn't seem to be angry, but more like disappointed, after expectations have failed, no, disappointment is not accurate enough, ruthless? Cold hearted? Despondent? She guessed anxiously.
But anyway, tonight she was sure of one thing.
She is not special in her sister's heart.
A canary is still a canary.
Cheng Suran closed her eyes, letting the bitterness spread in her heart, and unconsciously hugged Jiang Yu tightly. She knew that she had saved too much luck, and she couldn't let her be confused any longer—
If she wants to leave good memories in the last thirty days.
"Go take a shower." Jiang Yu pushed her away.
"…okay."
Cheng Suran obediently went back to the room.
The rest of the wine had bottomed out, Jiang Yu was holding an empty glass, and her eyes were fixed on the girl's thin back, which was stained with a trace of complexity, and she couldn't tell what it was like.
She felt empty.
Like a carcass dug clean by moths.
Perhaps, apart from Tian Lin and Tong Tong, there is really no one she can trust in this world.
The aftermath of the clothes bumping incident was not over, and it continued for several days.
After the inside story of Ren Shilu's team's bribery of the draft was completely exposed, the entire entertainment circle was blown up. It was originally a "routine operation" in the industry, and everyone tacitly agreed that it should not be revealed by default, otherwise it would destroy the game. The rules and the ecological environment, the instigator behind it will be kicked out.
Within a few days, she went up to the Queen of Heaven, and down to the 18th-tier, they were calm on the surface, but everyone was panicking in private. While the self-examination team destroyed the evidence, they spread the word about who the whistleblower was.
The people who eat melons don't know the inside story, and the comment area is full of joy.
The tide of public opinion has once again shifted.
Ren Shilu and her team were ridiculed to the point of disappearing, they did not update Weibo for several days, canceled all the activities they were scheduled to attend, and disappeared from the airport photos, as if they had disappeared from the world.
So the news that "Jiang Yu has a background*" spread.
*having a background, means being powerful.
Despite the heated noise outside, the Buddhist fans in Jiangyu Chaohua didn't pay any attention to it. It was Jiangyu's 32nd birthday at the end of the month. A few old fans discussed sending gifts to the studio. Everyone edited videos and recorded songs. They were happy and harmonious.
Cheng Suran also remembered.
Her sister's birthday...
Since that night, her sister seemed to have become indifferent to her, and the distance between them, which was not close in the first place, had grown further, as if they had returned to the beginning.
In the past, even if Jiang Yu went back to the hotel very late, she will always hug her, kiss her, coax her, and chat with her for a while before going to sleep. Now, Jiang Yu still comes back very late, but doesn't say a word to her. No matter how hard she tried to find a topic, all she got was "Yes" and "No", and she just hugged her to sleep.
She doesn't reply to WeChat either.
She felt sad, but she didn't dare to show it, she had to pretend to be the perfect canary.
She didn't know that this was the legendary cold violence.
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It's Friday, her sister's birthday
As usual, when she woke up in the morning, the place beside her is empty.
On the small table was a birthday gift for Jiang Yu, a square paper box the size of a basketball, carefully wrapped with silver ribbon and thick paper, it stood there quietly, waiting to be opened.
Cheng Suran stared at it blankly for a long time, took a photo and sent it to Jiang Yu.
[Sister, happy birthday.]
[I prepared a gift, guess what it is?]
The chat box is deserted, and when she slide her fingertips up, there are only green message boxes, as if she is singing on a one-man show, while the gray and black head seems to be shadowed, and there is a dead silence.
She's not sure if sister will reply today. Cheng Suran hesitated for a moment, then typed a few more words and sent them:
[Can you come back earlier tonight?]
Will she reply?
She thought with anticipation, washed up and tidied up, and went out to class.
This wait is a whole day.
From the dawn to the sunset, from the dusk to the silence of the night, lone messages lie in the chat box, just like at this moment, there is only one person in the empty suite.
In the dead of night, half past eleven.
Cheng Suran was sitting alone on the sofa, holding the birthday gift prepared for Jiang Yu, her eyes were dull, as stiff as a sculpture, and her light and slender body was wrapped in a loose silk nightgown, like an abandoned pet.
The sister didn't reply to her.
Didn't even come back.
There is still half an hour left, this day is going to pass, her sister's 32nd birthday is going to pass, but she hasn't said happy birthday to her sister, and she hasn't given out the gift that she has carefully prepared for more than a week .
Where could be her sister now?
At Home?
It's nice to have a birthday with the family.
The phone on the gift box suddenly lit up.
Cheng Suran came back to her senses suddenly, thinking it was a WeChat message, she hurriedly lowered her head, but the expected green icon did not appear on the screen, but a yellow one, Weibo–
@Jiang Yu V: Thirty-two years of knowing with the world [Picture] [Picture]
Sister updated Weibo!
She grabbed her phone and couldn't wait to click in, and saw this birthday Weibo with three pictures.
The first one is in a brightly lit room, with colorful balloons hanging everywhere on the ceiling and floor, and a big birthday cake. Jiang Yu is surrounded by a dozen people, with a happy smile on her face.
The second is a solo photo of Jiang Yu. She is sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with a half-human-high rabbit doll, leaving a silhouette.
The third one is all kinds of gifts sent by fans, piled up on the whole long table.
Very nice.
Cheng Suran's eyes turned sore, she nodded with trembling fingers, stood up, opened the door with the cardboard box in her arms, walked outside the living room, and threw it into the trash can...
