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Finally, Liang Sheng opened his lips, lowered his eyes, and said, "I don't know."

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Dizzy, Xiao Ji traveled back again.

When he woke up, Xiao Ji was still on the ice, and the cold suddenly enveloped him.

Xiao Ji clasped his arms tightly, pulled up all his strength, and tried his best to slide towards the shelter.

But even under the covers, the cold air is still blowing to the bone, and the stomach is still growling.

It hurts like hell.

gosh...

I must be crazy to be curious enough to care about the big pig's hooves.

What manuscript are you reading?

You should go up and tear the pig's trotters!

It's crazy that I still have a harmonious chat with Big Pig's Trotter.

Crazy crazy.

Xiao Ji waited for a long time before he managed to calm down.

For the next day or so, Xiao Ji either stayed in the shelter and suffered, or suffered while looking for a job.

But unfortunately, when the recruiters saw her trembling and shabby appearance without hair, they all chose to reject her very tactfully.

Xiao Ji was on the verge of crying every second.

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It was already afternoon, and the sun was shining all over the small corner of the shelter, Xiao Ji still didn't think about chuang.

Although the quilt was only so small, Xiao Ji couldn't help but curl up in the quilt, as if it would make him warmer.

Dizzy.

Why get up when you don't have to go to work?

But by chance, there was a magical force dragging her, pulling her abruptly out of the bed.

Then dragged her to float away.

Is... crossing again?

Xiao Ji thought dimly.

The traction this time seemed to be much weaker than last time, and after a while, Xiao Ji swayed through the diaphragm.

Then, it seemed to float for a long time, that weak traction began to bring her down a little bit.

So many voices.

very noisy.

The loud noise scratched the eardrums, and Xiao Ji couldn't take it anymore, so he stretched out his hand and tightly blocked his ears with his fingers, but the effect was not obvious.

The darkness slowly dissipated, and Xiao Ji floated in the air, looking down.

so many people...

The bottom is full of black heads, plus [one[one[zero[eight[one[seven[nine[five[one] all the seats are full of people, some are screaming, some are shouting something.

What are you shouting for?

I don't know when it started, those chaotic shouts slowly found a rhythm, gathered together, and became neat and clear.

"Liang Sheng!"

"Liang Sheng!"

"Liang Sheng!"

On the high platform, a woman appeared pushing a wheelchair.

And then all the screaming and whooping came to a head.

This is... the fan meeting that Aunt Wang said?

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Liang Sheng sat on the high platform.

She was wearing a simple black long dress, and when the light came down, it just set off her extremely fair skin.

It took at least two hours today from makeup to dressing, in order to meet my father's requirements - haggard and elegant.

The wrist is to be uncovered--the scar of the cut wrist is to be shown.

There were loud noises one after another, one làng after another, Liang Sheng listened silently, his heart was surprisingly peaceful.

Unconsciously, she began to think of something irrelevant----

How much did it cost to rent this venue?

How much did the seat ticket sell for?

How much is a painting by yourself really worth?

She looked coldly at the fans in the audience, the invited media, cameras, flashlights...

Liang Sheng thought, she is a painter.

A painter should belong to the brush, not the stage.

She went the wrong way by herself and endured it by herself.

She is used to the status quo, so just stay there.

But you can't ruin others, this is the bottom line.

Otherwise, she is afraid that the person she cares about may be disappointed.

Liang Sheng turned the wheelchair, moved to the center of the high platform little by little, and then gently raised the microphone with his right hand.

At the same time, she lowered her eyebrows and looked at the palm of her left hand, where she drew a stick figure with an ink pen, which was a girl.

As if sensing something, Liang Sheng raised his head and looked in one direction from afar, finding the person she was looking for.

She narrowed her eyes and looked into Xiao Ji's gray eyes.

Unable to help, Liang Sheng curled the corner of his mouth, the arc was extremely slight, but warm.

Every choice leads to a path.

Kindness and conscience.

reputation and morals.

Choice means loss, and risks and consequences are buried behind every decision.

She chooses voluntarily and then suffers the consequences.

Now, the microphone is on.

Countless fans below are carrying mobile phones and are recording. There will be a huge amount of self-media, and no one can suppress it.

Today, someone might cut the microphone

But that would be too much trouble.She bet no one dared to do that.

After today, my father may continue to arrange for people to distort the facts and guide public opinion

But that would be a slap in the face and would damage her reputation.She bet her father wouldn't.

The light above his head illuminated the stick figures in his palms. Liang Sheng slowly clenched his palms, then opened his lips, and spoke to the microphone confidently and calmly.

"...Thank you for your concern...Mr. He Yuhe is my senior. I have always admired the old man's painting skills..."

The previous words completely conformed to the content of the speech, everything went smoothly, and the staff and the person in charge were also very relaxed.

Liang Sheng stared in Xiao Ji's direction, with a quiet light in his eyes.

"... At the summit, Mr. He was just exchanging painting skills with me, and there was no suppression. I know the old man's personality and style very well. His wife passed away ten years ago. He has never remarried. He often copied scriptures for his deceased wife. Bless you, some of the insulting reports are not true, including allegations of plagiarism..."

Liang Sheng's voice had always been soft and steady, as if nothing had happened.

It wasn't until some fans started commotion below that a certain person in charge discovered the anomaly.

At this time, Liang Sheng had already said most of the words.

"What's going on? Has anyone noticed the problem? Cut the mic! Cut the mic first!"

"It can't be cut at this time, otherwise I don't know what speculation will be detonated, and it's not easy to deal with the aftermath. Now everyone stabilizes."

"Then what to do? Who knows what she will say later!"

"Steady first, wait and see, if it really gets out of control, then cut."

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Later, Liang Sheng went back to the content of the speech, expressing it clearly, smoothly, and plainly.

The long black dress gently covered the ankles, and those slender hands were holding the microphone, as if hiding a strange power.

Xiao Ji looked at the woman in the wheelchair, and her heart skipped a beat for no reason.

The next second, she shook her head violently.

How could I feel that the big pig's hoof is so attractive?

Simply not normal!

The mic wasn't cut until the end.

A very complete cleansing statement, no one in the audience thought it was an accident.

It's just that at the end, Liang Sheng didn't step down by himself, but someone stepped up and semi-forcefully pushed Liang Sheng off the stage.

Of course, no fans noticed this.

Before stepping down, Liang Sheng glanced at Xiao Ji from a distance.

What is in the eyes.

Xiao Ji didn't know why, but was flustered by that look.

On the stage, the host took over the microphone: "Everyone, I'm sorry, Mr. Liang is a little out of energy, so the interaction and autograph sessions may have to be canceled temporarily, but we have prepared a special gift for you - Mr. Liang There are not many autographed albums, who will be the lucky one..."

It means that the author will not be on stage later?

The more Xiao Ji thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. He licked his lips and struggled for a while, and finally decided to float and follow.