At present, the situation that is more favorable to Sun Quan and Huo Yiyi is: the evidence of those scandals uploaded on the Internet is too thin, just a few photos of them eating oily chicken noodles together, and the clothes are neatly dressed, if it is not the Internet era, there is no place where individuals can express their opinions such as scarves, if such scandals are made by traditional media, they are really passive.

This is legally called "unilateral discourse priority".

In the era without the Internet, it is often the media that holds the priority of unilateral discourse, and if the media wants to hack a person, it can often beat a person to death with a stick, and it is difficult to turn over.

But now is the age of the great internet.

Personally, especially a singer like Huo Yiyi, who is already famous, she has more than 30,000 fans around her neck, which means that she personally has a channel to speak out.

No, as soon as the content of the scarf that Sun Quan helped her write was released, fans believed it first.

It's really a person who hacks her, and there is too little evidence in his hand that can be used as a weapon, just a few pure photos, the content of which is all based on looking at the picture to speak, if the parties can't defend themselves, it's just that, a little defense, the people who eat melons are divided into two camps.

Huo Yiyi flipped through the comments under this scarf, and a smile slowly appeared on her face.

As the saying goes, "catch rape in bed", she and Sun Quan have a meal together, not to mention the big bed next to the dining table, there is no crib, this can also be used as evidence of "catching rape"?

Next to her, Sun Quan also smiled, "Don't worry, right? As long as you don't confirm that scandal, this matter will pass, what a big deal? right?"

Huo Yiyi hummed, and suddenly hesitated and asked, "Brother Quan, the Blueberry Station will not disqualify me from the competition because of this scandal, right?"

"No! How is it possible? Don't worry! I'll escort you! Just put your heart back in your belly!"

Sun Quan denied it, sat back in his place with a smile, picked up chopsticks and called her to continue eating and drinking.

Huo Yiyi looked at him, looking a little hesitant, but finally nodded, choosing to trust his judgment.

In fact, Sun Quan was also a little worried about the attitude of Blueberry Terrace.

The reason why he flatly denied that possibility just now was just for the sake of Ann Hoyi's heart, so that she could concentrate and prepare well for the next competition.

......

After finishing the dinner with Huo Yiyi, Sun Quan, who returned to the hotel, called Xue Zihan.

On the phone, he asked Xue Zihan if he knew about the scandal between him and Huo Yiyi on the Internet?

Xue Zihan said that he knew, and he asked Blueberry Station what his attitude was? Will Huo Yiyi be disqualified because of this? Or will he choose to eliminate Huo Yiyi in advance?

On the phone, Xue Zihan said: "This has not yet been decided, and the leaders have not yet spoken, so you don't have to worry about it for the time being, if there is any problem, I will help you...... Hehe, Huo Yiyi, this contestant, I also like it very much, her stay on this stage is also good for our ratings, so don't worry! I will try my best to protect her. ”

"Thank you, sister, thank you!"

"Hey, you're still so polite with your sister, you have it! Hehe, by the way, you're with that Huo Yiyi...... Is it really nothing? Huh?"

Sun Quan: "......"

After talking about it for so long, she even suspected that he had a leg with Huo Yiyi?

"Sister, the thoughts in your mind should be healthier! Don't lower the overall quality of all the people! Well, that's it! Hang up, bye-bye!"

After intercepting a paragraph of what he sent on Huo Yiyi's scarf and sending it to Xue Zihan, before Xue Zihan could react, Sun hung up the call.

On the other side of the phone, Xue Zihan was stunned and stunned.

......

Late at night.

A passenger plane flying from the magic capital to Hangzhou, like a big bird piercing the night sky, slowly landed and stopped at the airport in Hangzhou with the sound of breaking the air and the sound of air jets.

Huo Tingdong's eldest sister, Huo Yiyi's aunt Huo Tingrong unhurriedly wrapped on a woolen scarf, put on a pair of brown glasses, got up and walked off the plane with a handbag.

When she came out of the pick-up gate, she had an extra silver suitcase in her hand, and walked out of the airport with a pair of long legs shining brightly, while taking out her mobile phone and dialing a number.

After a while, the phone was connected, and she said, "Tingen, well, I've arrived, I just got off the plane, it's not hard! It's okay! You can rest assured! I'll help you bring Yiyi back, um, I know! I'll take care of myself, you don't have to worry! Well, okay, don't worry! My relationship with Yiyi is fine, she should meet me, yes, well, I know, okay! That's it, you go to bed early! See you later!"

At the end of the call, she had already walked to the exit of the airport, reached out and hailed a taxi, and when she got into the car, she flicked the tweed coat behind her hips with her left hand, and the posture of getting into the car was elegant.

That's right!

She came to Hangzhou overnight this time to help Huo Tingdong bring Huo Yiyi back.

Yu Private, she is Huo Tingdong's eldest sister and Huo Yiyi's aunt.

Yu Gong, she is Huo Tingdong's subordinate.

Huo Tingdong asked her to bring Huo Yiyi back, and she naturally wanted to come.

But after she got in the car, she never called Huo Yiyi, after getting in the car, she took off the glasses on her face, said the name of a five-star hotel to the driver, and squinted her eyes there without knowing what to think, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Judging from her look alone, for the purpose of this trip, she seems to have a bamboo in her chest and a pearl of wisdom in her hands.

......

That night, in the hotel room, Sun Quancodezi did not rest until half past one in the morning.

In the past January, because of the hit of "The Voice of China", his "Sword of Killing in the Clouds" was supported by many mystery book fans, and he helped him win the first place on the monthly ticket list in January without adding much to the whole month and not opening a single chapter to ask for a monthly ticket.

Seems a bit of a win?

He doesn't care, for him, winning is winning, as long as he doesn't swipe the ticket, he has a clear conscience.

Won't it be fragrant to win the first place on the monthly ticket list one more time?

A monthly pass bonus of 10,000 yuan, isn't it cool to spend it?

Today is February 1st.

There are more than ten days before the Spring Festival, if he is at home now, with his wife and children, maybe he will be salted, and he will try to accompany his wife and children as much as possible to prepare for the New Year.

But isn't it still in Hangzhou now?

In the dead of night, the empty room is alone, and he is idle anyway, so he has more braille words!

To put it simply, he gradually regained the happiness he used to have when he coded words, the state of immersion in it, and the ups and downs of his inner emotions with the changes in the fate of the characters in the book and the ups and downs of the plot, he finally found it again.

Today, codewords, for him, are no longer a means of making ends meet.

In fact, he didn't need codewords to support his family for a long time.

Because he has already achieved financial freedom, his existing net worth, and the rest of his life, if he does not spend too much, is enough for him to live well for the rest of his life.

Moreover, he and Yuan Shuiqing's 99 Yellow Braised Chicken Company and Salted Fish Studio are still making profits, so it can be said that he has long been short of money.

It is difficult for people who do not have the pressure to survive to maintain their fighting spirit.

This is not an isolated phenomenon, but a universal phenomenon.

Before he was reborn, he had seen that after the great gods in the industry made a lot of money, one by one the works were updated and became Buddhist and casual.

Some great gods write and write, or even don't write at all.

Why bother?

Why bother?

I can't spend all the money, and I still code words on the computer every day, do you have masochistic tendencies?

In fact, some time ago, he Sun Quan also fell into such a burnout period, and unconsciously, his enthusiasm for writing was not as great as before.

Enough money to earn, want to get the honor...... He also won the champion of the monthly ticket list N times, and even won the grand prize of a rookie king.

During that time, he even wanted to wait for "Sword of Killing in the Clouds" to be written, and then write two or three more copies, so he stopped writing, and he could try to shoot online dramas and movies in the future, if not, he would come back and concentrate on taking care of the company and studio, and not earn the hard-earned money he wrote.

At that time, the reason he gave himself in his heart was: with the passage of time, the tide of 404 will rush to the online literature industry again and again, and there will be more and more restrictions on writing articles.

At that time, he couldn't write many things he wanted to write, so he simply prepared his way out early and closed his pen early.

But recently, he occasionally asked his heart, and then gradually realized that it was not, and the reason that really made him want to stop was that he was not short of money.

Moreover, in his many years of writing career, he has long since changed from writing because of his interests and hobbies to writing for life and manuscript fees.

The purpose of his writing has long become utilitarian, and he has not felt the joy of writing because of his interests and hobbies in the first place.

A career that doesn't bring them happiness and satisfaction, on the premise of not lacking money, who wants to keep doing it?

Can...... People are that weird.

When his mentality changed, the intention in his heart was born, he slowed down the update, and he didn't care so much about the results of his works, something strange happened.

- He gradually found the joy of writing again, the simple happiness.

Gradually, he discovered that he liked to write again.

In fact, the words he has written over the years have long exceeded 10 million, and the whole person is tired of writing.

He thought that he would never be able to regain the happiness he had at the beginning, but he didn't expect that feeling to gradually regain when he was ready to close his pen in a few years.

He still remembers the years when he first tried to write online articles, and he often wrote that he forgot the time, forgot everything around him, and even forgot the appointment with the hotel with the female ticket.

I also burst into tears because I wrote about the death of a character in the book.

I was also proud of writing a text that I was very satisfied with, and I was proud for a while, and I was full of confidence in the future.

It's a pity that he gradually understood later...... The words and plots that you are satisfied with are often a state of self-congratulation, and readers may not like to read them.

And as he gradually learns to write plots that readers love to watch, it is difficult for him to get pleasure from them.

But now, after thousands of sails and fading the utilitarian heart, he has regained the happiness he had at the beginning.

So, that night he slept soundly and had a beautiful dream.

In the dream, he incarnated as a colorful tiger, roaring proud of the mountains and forests, often crossing the ditch and crossing the stream, jumping up the cliff at the top of the mountain, looking up to the sky and howling, the wind and clouds changed color, and all the beasts were in unison......