Chapter 149

Ye Zhen looked at the messy curses on the Internet. What women's watches, bitches and green tea should be as ugly as they are.

She stepped out of the sea of corpses and blood in the entertainment industry. It's clear that these netizens don't care about the truth at all. They only vent their unhappiness and anger in real life by spraying dirt. For this reason, she has a high sounding name - I'm a fan of qufeitai. I do it for the good of our brother, The woman approached her brother with ulterior motives. She made all the mistakes

Ye Zhen looked at the mirror not far away to discuss calligraphy with Zou Jingyu. Her heart was like a mirror and spotless. Even thinking about those dirty words was a blasphemy to her.

When she first started her career, she encountered only a lot of net explosions, but she didn't feel so distressed once.

Tian Long suddenly felt that a line of sight fell on him, chilly.

Subconsciously, I saw a girl looking at herself coldly. Tian Long was confused.

This man seems to be Spiegel's assistant? When did he offend her? Why do you look at him like this, as if he had committed some heinous crime.

Brother Huang asked him to look at the qufeitai and try not to contact the Spiegel alone. What can he do? He was also very embarrassed.

Can he control Xiaofei's temperament?

Mingjing, who was in the center of public opinion, felt nothing and talked about calligraphy calmly with Zou Jingyu.

They talked happily, just like a pair of friends.

Han Ying listened beside him in a daze. He didn't know how fierce he was. A pair of star eyes stared straight at the mirror.

Qu Feitai usually doesn't play mobile phones, so he doesn't know what's on the Internet. He took a guitar and sat under the eaves of the corridor and played it.

Soft music accompanied by the sound of the rain formed a wonderful note.

Han Ying was surprised and said, "this is white!"

God, I'm so lucky to hear the white clothes played by Qu Feitai himself.

The staff behind the scenes, regardless of any confidentiality agreement, took out their mobile phones to take photos and record videos. The director blew his beard and stared angrily. It was no use shouting for a long time.

Zou Jingyu and Mingjing stopped talking, as if they were silently listening to the music flying platform.

The mirror looked at the rain curtain in the hospital, raised his chin slightly, and his side face was gentle and quiet. Behind her, there was a teenager playing guitar. The teenager looked up at the right time. The cold eyebrows seemed to meet the spring sun, melting inch by inch. The eyes looking at the girl were gentle like water.

The fleeting scene of "click" was just captured.

At the end of a song, Han Ying asked curiously, "brother Qu, many of your fans and I are curious about one thing. Today, I'll take this opportunity to ask you a question on behalf of your fans. Is your song written in white really a person?"

The director couldn't help but give Han Ying a thumbs up in his heart. It's worthy of being the core of the entertainment industry since childhood. It's a good question. It's really good.

Qu Feitai subconsciously glanced at the mirror and looked away at the heavy rain in the hospital for only a moment.

Han Ying was stunned. He was nearest to the qufeitai. Was the qufeitai looking at the mirror just now?

Why does it feel a little wrong?

At the moment, everyone is waiting for the answer of Qu Feitai. Zhao Xinrong's appearance broke the short silence, "Xiaoying, I didn't expect you to gossip so much. How can people answer you such a private question."

However, Zhao Xinrong's words hit Qu Feitai in the opposite direction. If there's nothing, just say it openly. Qu Feitai's silence... Explains the problem more.

"Ha ha, my fault, my fault, I'm just curious." Han Ying ignored the problem.

I can't help feeling uneasy. I won't offend brother Qu.

Just two days together, brother Qu is not very talkative, but he should not be stingy.

"It's getting late. Let's go to bed early and go up the mountain early tomorrow morning." Zou Jingyu said.

Han Ying's eyes lit up and asked excitedly, "are you going to Hanshan Temple?"

"Xiaoying, aren't you unlucky recently? You can find master Jueming to calculate when you go to the temple tomorrow. It's said that master Jueming is an eminent monk." Zhao Xinrong joked.

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The mirror went back to the room, Xiao Wenwen put on a mask on his face, lay on his bed and played his mobile phone. He saw the mirror coming in and turned over to face the wall.

Under the mask, the corners of the mouth are proudly cocked up.

Now you're in the limelight. After the program official announces, I think you're still proud.

Now the means of netizens are powerful. Your ancestors can pick it out for you for 18 generations.

"Hello..." Xiao Wenwen answered the phone. It was the agent.

When she heard Mingjing go out to wash, her voice couldn't help getting louder: "what's the matter?"

"What's the matter? What does your microblog mean?"

"What what do you mean? Somebody has made me unhappy, can't I make complaints about it?" Xiao Wenwen said carelessly.

"What's the background of the newcomer, do you know?"

"How can I know? Even if she has any background, I'm afraid she won't succeed. President Zhou promised to marry me."

Xiao Wenwen glanced at the newly made nail, and the bright diamond inlaid on it was shining brightly under the light.

I'm not worried that these words will be recorded by the camera, because she won't let them be cut in at all.

Xiao Wenwen knows the hidden rules of the entertainment industry too well. This is a place where power and money speak. Relying on capital, she can do whatever she wants. Otherwise, why should she waste her good years on a fat man with a big belly? This sense of oppression makes her can only vent by being a demon.

"Do you really think Zhou Nan can marry you? Is he stupid? He has a wife." The agent scolded that iron is not steel.

"So what? Is his wife as young as me? If she gets dumped sooner or later, don't occupy the pit and don't shit."

"You..." The agent said nothing about her; "In short, quickly delete your microblog. The newcomer hasn't found out what his origin is for the time being. It's better not to offend people. There are mountains outside the mountain and there are days outside the sky."

"Well, anyway, the goal has been achieved. Delete it."

"Are you going to Hanshan Temple tomorrow? I heard that master Jueming of Hanshan Temple is an eminent monk. You go and have a good bye and ask for a peace talisman for me. Recently, you always feel flustered and short of breath. It looks like something big is going to happen. Ask for a talisman to ensure peace."

Xiao Wenwen sneered, "I didn't know you were so superstitious."

"Bah, bah, what superstition, would rather believe its existence than its absence."

After hanging up, Xiao Wenwen deleted the microblog sent at noon. At this time, the mirror after washing came back and sat cross legged on the bed.

Xiao Wenwen is dying of laughter. Is this to fix immortals?

Gradually ten minutes passed... Half an hour passed, and the mirror did not move.

Xiao Wenwen kept staring at her. She really didn't move. She couldn't even feel the sound of breathing.

Xiao Wenwen was a little scared and felt a chill in her back.

Another half hour passed... Xiao Wenwen almost thought she was sitting.

Xiao Wenwen stepped on the ground barefoot and walked carefully to the mirror bed. Her fingers poked under her nose.

Relieved, okay, breathing.

At this time, the mirror suddenly opened his eyes. His dark eyes were clear and deep, like a millennium old well. The waves were dull and the depth was unpredictable.

Xiao Wenwen was startled, suddenly stepped back, stepped empty, and fell down on the ground.

The mirror looked at her with a smile: "what's the matter? What's the matter?"

Xiao Wenwen rubbed her ass and got up with an angry tone: "what are you playing tricks on? I thought you were dead and scared me to death."

"Don't be afraid of ghosts knocking at the door." Spiegel picked up a book at the head of the bed and looked down.

Xiao Wenwen stared round. What does she mean? You mean you did something bad?

Does she know what she means by microblogging?

That's not to dare to ask her face to face, counsellor!

After reading in the mirror for a while, I saw that it was almost ten o'clock, closed the book and lay down.

Xiao Wenwen looked at her and went to bed so early?

It is normal for young people to stay up late. For example, her nightlife has just begun. Going to bed so early is a waste of life.

I have to get up and climb the mountain at five tomorrow. Xiao Wenwen doesn't dare to stay up late tonight. She's afraid she won't get up tomorrow morning. She goes to bed after playing with her mobile phone for a while.

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The rain stopped in the middle of the night. Everyone gathered in the yard at 5:30. Zou Jingyu frowned and asked, "where's Wenwen?"

He knows that the child is a bit of a couch potato, but he reminded everyone last night that it's fun to climb the mountain early this morning and let so many people wait for her?

Mingjing glanced at Ye Zhen in the crowd, and Ye Zhen waved to Mingjing.

The mirror nodded and smiled.

Half an hour later, Xiao Wenwen was pulled out by her assistant and yawned.

Zou Jingyu stared at her and said, "let's go."

The crowd up the mountain was vast and mighty, and half of the program team went.

The hardest thing is the photographer. He climbs the mountain with a camera weighing dozens of kilograms. He can't support it without certain physical strength.

It has just rained, the stone steps are a little slippery, and the sky will be bright. The director has repeatedly reminded everyone to pay attention to safety and beware of falling.

Before climbing for 20 minutes, the crowd was full of Xiao Wenwen's cry: "no... I can't climb."

Xiao Wenwen leaned against the assistant and panted.

Han yingbai glanced at her: "how can your body be so weak? Look at the mirror. Your face is not red and panting. Learn more."

"Smelly boy, you want to die, don't you?" Xiao Wenwen shook her fist.

Han Ying hurried away and shouted at a high voice, "Mingjing, wait for me."

Mingjing and qufeitai walked side by side. They were not in a hurry, just like walking in the mountains. Compared with the breathlessness of others, they were much more relaxed and comfortable.

Spiegel heard the cry, stopped and looked around.

She stood on the stone steps, behind which there were endless stairs and prosperous branches and leaves. The first ray of sunshine in the morning fell on her through the gap between the branches. The white skirt flew in the mountain fog in the morning. The beautiful and gentle facial features loomed in the clear fog, and her clothes floated, just like a fairy who accidentally entered the earth.

Han Ying was stunned and quickly climbed up step by step: "Mingjing, don't leave me, let's go together."

The mirror nodded.

Just a few minutes later, the cheerful Han Ying was like a frosted eggplant. Looking at the endless ladder, he said with a sad face, "how long will it take to reach the top of the mountain?"

The mirror glanced and heard Qu Feitai say, "it will take another hour. We can arrive before 8 o'clock and stick to it."

Han Yingru was struck by thunder: "another hour? No, I really can't climb."

Han Ying sat down everywhere, and the big army was still 100 meters away. From a distance, there were a group of dark shadows.

"I heard that there are tigers in the mountain..." As soon as Mingjing's voice fell, Han Ying stood up and climbed up.

Qu Feitai shook his head and laughed: "why haven't I heard of tigers in the mountains?"

Mingjing smiled: "the tiger is not in the mountains, in his heart."

"Mingjing, why aren't you tired at all? Are you still a human body? And brother Qu, you two are simply non-human." The photographers of Mingjing and Qu Feitai fell far behind, and couldn't catch up with them at all. They must be scolded by the director when they go back.

Qu Feitai said, "you lack exercise."

He usually loves fitness, not to mention Spiegel. He grew up in the mountains since childhood. Climbing the mountains should be easy for her.

"No, let me have a rest." Han Ying sat on the ground and took off his hat to fan.

Mingjing stood still and saw two figures, one high and one low, separated from the large army and moved quickly to the top of the mountain.

It's Ye Zhen and Tian Long.

"Go away, rogue, I'll hit you once I see you." Ye Zhen scolded, and Tian Long scratched his head.

Qu Feitai squinted: "what's going on?"

The photographer didn't follow up, and they didn't worry about being photographed.

Tian Long was about to open his mouth. Ye Zhen first said, "Mr. Qu, please take care of your assistant, or the next time I see your name, it will be on the legal news."

The mirror looked at Ye Zhen and frowned slightly.

Ye Zhen took the mirror and went up. She lowered her voice and said, "the assistant of qufeitai played a rogue on me. Qufeitai is a model person. Having such an assistant is really ruining his image."

The mirror hooked his lips: "is that true?"

When ye Zhen saw her smile, she trembled subconsciously. It seemed that there was nothing to hide in front of her.

"Well, well, I did it on purpose. I really can't stand this tone. I'm just angry with him. You don't surf the Internet, so I don't know how Xiao Wenwen's bitch connotes you on her microblog. Then she was found by Qu Feitai's fans and scolded you. You don't know how disgusting it is."

Ye Zhenyue said angrily, "scold me. I'm used to it anyway, but I can't accept scolding you."

Mingjing said with a smile, "that's it?"

"Otherwise?"

Mingjing shook his head and went up the steps.

"Aren't you angry?"

"Why should I be angry?"

Ye Zhen was asked. She stared at the mirror's gentle and quiet side face and said in some confusion, "but those people slander you because they don't know what kind of person you are. Isn't it annoying?"

"What can anger change? As you said, they don't know what kind of person I am, so they scold me. Do you want me to pay for their ignorance?"

The girl's gentle and ethereal voice floated quietly in the mountains and forests, as if it could wash her heart. Ye Zhen's resentment seemed to disappear suddenly.

She smiled: "if I had your heart, I wouldn't have taken so many detours. Until now, I still can't come out."

The mirror looked up, looked at the mountain vision on the heavy steps in front of you, and said with a faint smile: "what do you see in front of you?"

Ye Zhenshun looked at her and murmured, "mountain."

Mingjing shook his head: "it's not a mountain?"

"Not a mountain? What's that?" Ye Zhen was confused.

The mirror smiled softly: "it's a mountain."

Ye Zhen was confused by the mirror.

"What your eyes see, the mountain is still a mountain. Everything in the world is born from the heart. What you want to see, what your eyes see? All troubles are just idealism."

When the mirror said something, he walked away, his skirt crossed the stone steps, and the dew rubbed the silver lotus, reflecting the bright silver light.

"Just like this road up the mountain, you are afraid of it when you think that it has countless stairs. However, when you step on the first, second and third floors, these endless stairs are composed of countless stairs. Unknowingly, you have finished the whole journey, and the road always has an end."

The clouds are clear and the flowers are bright.

The sun shines through the clouds, and the mountain gate is near.

"Dong" hit the bell and rang through the mountains and forests, startling countless birds.

Mingjing stood in front of the mountain gate, looked at the plaque of Hanshan Temple and smiled.

There was a sweeping little monk in front of the door. He saw a girl in white standing at the gate of the mountain. In the morning light, her body exuded a faint golden light, which made people dare not look directly at her.