In just a few days, Zhong was haggard as if he had changed someone.

She became more and more busy, collecting materials, finding evidence, clearing her name, and restoring her innocence.

In 2009, the rapid development of the Internet, a little wind and grass, can set off a lot of waves on the Internet. Violent attacks on language are then gradually formed online.

At first, Zhong Yi always deliberately ignored the deliberately created negative news about her on the Internet, and the overwhelming abuse. But a person's ability to bear will eventually be limited, no matter how deliberately she ignores it, she keeps telling herself in her heart that she doesn't need to care, and she doesn't need to care! There were still thousands of voices echoing in her ears, destroying her spiritual defense line step by step, crushing her last trace of determination.

Zhong Yi still did not give up looking for the truth of the matter, she went to Nebula Magazine again, but was still rejected by the front desk lady, Zhang Qi'an always refused to meet her, and only left one sentence: If there is anything, it is better to contact through his lawyer.

There is a huge disparity between their identities, she is a "plagiarist", and he is a "plagiarist". In this mixed photography circle, there are almost no photographers who like to know her peers, and she went to the battlefield with her bare hands, and she could only rely on herself not to be pierced by bullets.

But the other party obviously didn't let her go, and a few days later, she received a lawyer's letter. Since the other party said that she plagiarized, Zhongyi has not made a statement on the Internet, anxious to prove her innocence and calm down. She believes that time will prove her innocence, and her works are all original.

Before the matter was concluded, Zhong Yi did not tell anyone, including Xu Huaisheng. She didn't want them to worry about her, and she also knew that he wouldn't pay attention to the news in the photography circle, so she was so relieved and silently endured the invisible oppression by herself.

It was a terrible time and a bad time. The darkness and torment that surrounded her for a long time all turned into an invisible oppressive force, squeezing her increasingly broken spirit. She also didn't sleep in the middle of the night and silently shed tears on the computer, and woke up in the morning, looking in the mirror to find that her eyes were swollen into peach pits, and her hair was messy, like a chicken nest. The room smelled of alcohol, the windows were slammed shut, and she was afraid that she would accidentally fall through the window and create a false sense of suicide.

She hadn't rested properly for days, and as soon as she closed her eyes, her mind would quickly sway through the malicious insults against her on the Internet. A hundred times more terrifying than a nightmare, it had taken hold of her heart deeply.

In order not to let Xu Huaisheng worry about himself and be distracted from affecting his work, Zhong Yi lied, lying that he was out filming and would not be able to come back for about a month. She locked herself in her home, silently under unprecedented pressure, causing her to be in a state of mental breakdown several times. Restless, restless, and at a loss.

If it weren't for An Shu's timely appearance, Zhong Yi thought, she might be overwhelmed by the mental pressure of her brain and finally go to the road of suicide.

On more than one occasion, she had stood in the kitchen, holding a fruit knife in her hand, the blade glowing coldly in the light. She closed her eyes in despair, and her mind flashed back to the appearance of Father and Mother Zhong, Xin Rui, Lu Yuchuan, and Xu Huaisheng, whom she had always loved...... In the end, it was Yasuki's expressionless face that regained the last trace of sanity, his deep and cold eyes kept staring at her, his perceptive eyes had already seen through the fragile heart under the disguise of her powerful appearance.

With a "bang", the fruit knife held in his right hand fell off his hand and fell to the floor with a crisp sound. Zhongyi slowly crouched down, his hands covering his cheeks, and whimpering cries came intermittently from between his fingers.

After crying, Zhongyi put away all the knives in the house and locked them in the locker, and she threw the key to the locker into the toilet, which disappeared with the sound of pumping.

Since then, Zhongyi's temperament has changed greatly, she seems to be a different person, she will not shed tears at the computer in the middle of the night, will not be angry because of verbal attacks on the Internet, and will not think about ending her life when her emotions are uncontrollable.

She still has a long way to go, and she still has a lot of youth to splurge on.

A week after the incident, An Shu had just taken a break from the IELTS test, he turned on his mobile phone, and was occupied by the overwhelming spam news of marketing accounts.

In an instant, a gentle face flashed in his mind.

It took Anshu half a day to understand the ins and outs of the whole thing. He was very worried about Zhongyi, and he didn't know what kind of mood she was in now? She must be very uncomfortable in her heart, she loves photography so much, but she is deliberately smeared by others.

The doorbell rang abruptly, over and over again, tirelessly. Until Zhong Yi was forced to be helpless, he opened the door in his pajamas, and saw An Shu at the door, a little surprised and surprised: "Why are you here?" ”

An Shu looked her up and down carefully, she had lost weight, her chin had become sharper, her eye sockets had sunken deeply, and her eyes, which were originally wet and bright, were now covered with a thick layer of haze and became dull. She was like she had no soul and was left with a body about to decay, living like a walking corpse.

"I miss you, so I'm coming to see you." The last time they met, it was in the taxi downstairs in Manye, and it was only about a week, and they were already human.

"Come in." Zhongyi's eyes swept him blankly, and a bitter smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

An Shu closed the door with his backhand and followed her into the living room. He accidentally kicked a can under his feet, making a clear sound, and he lowered his head, only to notice that there were all kinds of empty cans scattered around the ground, and if he accidentally touched it, it would make a screeching sound.

Unhindered by the empty jar on the floor, he sat back down at his computer and stared at the open web page. An Shu looked around, picked a clean position next to her and sat down, her long legs squeezed into the small space, not uncomfortable at all.

After being silent for a while, An Shu heard Zhongyi's stomach make an empty sound, and he asked casually, "Have you eaten?" ”

Zhong Yi shook his head, his eyes never taking off the computer screen for half a second: "No." ”

Yasuki stood up, walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and looked at the stored ingredients, there were tomatoes, eggs, leftover milk and half-eaten sandwiches, but other than that, the rest of the ingredients could not be found in the refrigerator.

He took out the tomatoes, cleaned them a few times, and prepared to cut them, only to find that there was no kitchen knife at all, and Anshu searched every corner of the kitchen, but still couldn't find the knife. He stood there for a long time, vaguely worried in his heart, and fear and panic swallowed him up in an instant.

After tossing for a while, An Shu walked out of the kitchen with two bowls of boiled noodles, he specially fried a poached egg, spread it on top of the noodles, and sprinkled it with finely chopped green onions, which was fragrant.

Zhongyi sat at the dining table, sucking the noodles in small sips, the hot soup of the noodles accidentally splashed on the corners of her mouth, the short-term pain made her can't help but gasp, An Shu put down her chopsticks and looked at her nervously: "What's wrong?" ”

"It's okay, I accidentally got burned by the soup." Zhong Yi can't remember exactly when someone had dinner with her. She may not have heard the words of concern in her daily life for a long time.

She sniffed, held back the tears in her eyes and didn't let it flow, kept her head down, picked up the noodles with chopsticks and kept putting them into her mouth, the tip of her tongue was hot and numb and couldn't taste the taste, she also thought it was very delicious.

It's even better than the noodles she's ever eaten before.

"Like, you're the child who needs to be taken care of." Seeing the mess in the house and the leftovers in the refrigerator, An Shu looked at her haggard and said seriously.

She thinks that she is strong enough, and she has even had the idea of suicide, what is she afraid of? But after hearing An Shu's words, the tense nerves seemed to have reached a certain point, and the string that had been pulling her emotions suddenly broke.

She cried as hard as she could, tears mixed with noodles and swallowed by her, what a grievance, wrong, and smear she had received for many days had brought a heavy blow to her life, and she couldn't cry herself.

Yasuki walked over from the other end of the table, hugged his waist and buried his face deeply, crying loudly. Tears and snot mixed with a mouth full of greasy soup, all smeared on An Shu's clean white T-shirt.

His low and cold voice, as if with some kind of magic, soothed the wounds on Zhongyi's heart and led her out of the darkness and towards the light.

Zhong Yi looks strong on the surface, but in fact, she has always been a girl who is insecure in her heart. When I was young, I followed Lu Yuchuan up the mountain to play, and before I knew it, it was dark, and they walked down the mountain one after another. Lu Yuchuan, who was walking in front, suddenly hidden, Zhong Yi stood halfway up the mountain, looking at the dark surroundings, a fear surged in her heart, she shouted in a trembling voice: "Lu Yuchuan, don't make trouble, okay!" Hurry up and come out! Lu Yuchuan! ”

She didn't dare to go forward or down the mountain alone, standing alone halfway up the mountain, calling Lu Yuchuan's name over and over again, the fear in her heart became bigger and bigger, and her shouting voice became more and more crying. Lu Yuchuan rushed to her from the grass, made a grimace at her, looked at him with red eyes for a few seconds, and cried out with a "wow", scolding Lu Yuchuan while crying, and was afraid that he was hiding like just now, clutching his arm and holding on, and his nails were about to sink into his flesh.

The blow hurt her so badly that she couldn't sleep all night, her hair fell out a lot, and her spirit began to become dazed, and sometimes when she woke up, she couldn't tell whether it was day or night. She couldn't bear it, she went to see a psychiatrist, and the diagnosis showed that she suffered from moderate anxiety disorder, which Zhong Yi kept in her heart and didn't tell Anshu.

As long as Anshu doesn't have classes every day, he will show up in his favorite apartment on time to help her clean and cook. As soon as he is free, he will read to Zhongyi, famous books from all over the world, and fall asleep with Zhongyi in his cold and deep voice.

Sometimes classes were too full to spare time to eat with her, and he would call her for a while, telling her jokes that he wasn't good at, only to find out that it wasn't funny, and there was a century of silence on both ends of the line.

He knew that he liked insomnia, so he recorded himself reading a collection of French poems in French, and recorded more than hundreds of poems, all of which he wrote alone. He never mentioned photography in front of her, and privately consulted with a lawyer to see if there was a way to prove that she did not plagiarize at all, but that someone else deliberately framed her.