Allowing for criticism shows that we believe Wen Jiu will prove himself with increasingly outstanding achievements.
His bottom line in protecting Wen Jiu is to not accept Malice slander and personal attacks.
In the future, the boy he loves will only get better and better.
No one expected that Feng Chi would retaliate in such a hardcore way.
The internet was flooded with trending topics, Lasting " The Blazing Stage " consistently dominating the top half of the trending list.
Amidst screams and cheers from the audience, director Zhang Guoliang struggled to guide the flow of the proceedings.
"Please Wen Xiaojiu... uh, just a quick announcement, Wen Jiu Xiaojiu, to give your acceptance speech."
Wen Jiu coldly withdrew her gaze and let out a snort.
He reached out and took the microphone from the director, his peach-blossom eyes blinking slightly. His sweet, youthful voice came through both the microphone and earpiece, clear and resonant:
"I really, really love the Feng Chi..."
Audience: "Aaaaaaaahh...
Utterly insane!
"I like it a little more each day than yesterday."
However, as if she hadn't given everyone enough of a shock, Wen Xiaojiu stubbornly insisted on finishing her sentence, which, to the ears of passersby, was no different from an indiscriminate attack of public displays of affection.
"From now on, I will prove myself worthy of your efforts, and I will do better and better as you said, and also..."
Wen Jiu a deep breath, smiled, and shouted, "I'll accept the rose, but the championship is yours!"
The honor I hold in my hands is also yours.
November 17, 202X, 5:20 PM.
Weibo's servers crashed.
Even though they knew the inside story, some fans and netizens were still repeatedly searching for trending topics just to see how many keywords were trending on the hot search list.
It's just a collapse, isn't it?
Things will get better.
I absolutely have to get my hands on the latest juicy gossip!
The staff, who were already preparing to go home, cried as they went back to work overtime!
The culprit Wen Jiu, had already finished washing up and was lying on his soft bed at home waiting for dinner.
"Hey, Brother Qu?"
"Congratulations, you've become the first artist this year to crash the server." Qu Feng clapped symbolically. "You've made something of yourself."
Wen Jiu scratched his head, sat up, and the little Feng Chi doll in his arms slid down his waist and fell onto his lap.
"... ah?"
Qu Feng didn't explain, just snorted twice, looking incredibly proud, "It's nothing, ignore it."
"Tomorrow is another new episode of the dating reality show. I'll be back the day after tomorrow. You can study the script, because the day after that you'll be joining the production team for costume fittings, script readings, and filming..."
Qu Feng listed out the itinerary for the next few days for him, and then said:
"Filming is expected to continue until the end of the year. I've already turned down most of the advertising endorsements; we can talk about the rest after filming is finished."
"Uh-huh!"
" Director Zhang sounded out that he's going to give you the role of singer for the theme song."
Wen Jiu straightened his back. "Theme song?!"
"Yes, are you surprised?" Qu Feng said with a smile. "Also, quite a few TV stations have extended invitations for New Year's Eve, so you'll have to squeeze in time for rehearsals."
Wen Jiu's eyes sparkled, and she rubbed her hands together eagerly. "Yes! I can do it!"
"There are still two more episodes of the dating reality show in the meantime. I'll talk to Director Xu about whether we can film those later."
"Okay! I'll do whatever you say, Brother Qu!" Wen Jiu lay on the pillow, poking Xiao Feng Chi's face with her finger. "I can handle this intensity, don't worry, Brother Qu!"
"You have the energy of an ox, so I'm naturally at ease."
Qu Feng put down the documents in his hand and leaned back in his office chair leisurely. "Alright, that's enough."
"Okay, Brother Qu, take care and get some rest."
"The hype is there, I can't rest for a while." Qu Feng laughed heartily, then remembered Feng Chi's inexplicable hostility towards Gu Xun in the variety show.
He added, still concerned, "But you, if anything happens, be sure to contact me and President Feng immediately. Don't be reckless."
"I know."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Jiu hugged Xiao Feng Chi and rolled around twice before getting out of bed on the other side to get the script.
The character he plays this time is named Wen Yan, courtesy name Jingyao, who is the white moonlight of the entire imperial court and the entire martial arts world.
He was known to later generations as Emperor Shengzhi.
His posthumous title Shengzhi.
However, Wen Yan neither created Prosperous Age for the empire nor achieved Prosperous Age reign.
As a young emperor who died prematurely, Wen Yan was unable to even end the war and unify the world.
When Mu Qingye, the former regent, a minister of three generations, and a veteran of two dynasties, decided on the posthumous title " Shengzhi "), not a single official in the court questioned it.
Wen Jiu opened the script, which was covered with dense annotations. As she gently stroked the interpretations with her fingertips, a strange sense of sorrow welled up in Wen Jiu heart.
The young man is skilled in both literature and martial arts, and is dedicated to governing the country.
He came through a storm of swords and spears, and ascended the throne step by step amidst bloodshed and carnage.
Born in a chaotic era, the turbulent court and the public did not allow him a moment's respite.
As a result, he had been suffering from chronic illnesses for a long time and was plagued by old ailments.
He ultimately died in an assassination.
He had lofty ambitions, but never had the chance to realize them.
" Wen Yan..." Wen Jiu whispered gently, "Someone has fulfilled your wish."
Peace and Prosperous Age prevail.
Feng Chi came in to call for dinner. When he opened the door, he saw Wen Jiu sitting blankly at the Xiao Fang table, her gentle gaze looking at the sky through the French windows, her clear tears glistening on her profile.
The boy was wearing adorable pure white plush pajamas and holding a small Feng Chi doll in his arms, but Feng Chi still recognized the character he was playing at a glance.
It's obvious that Wen Jiu has gotten into character.
Feng Chi called him softly, " A-Yan."
Wen Jiu's pupils trembled. After hesitating for a moment, he turned around and saw the man leaning against the door frame, smiling and reaching out to him.
"Come over."
Come to me.
Without a moment's hesitation, the boy got up and leaped into the man's arms, where he was caught.
"Waaaaah, I love you! I love you!"
Wen Jiu sobbed and hit him with her hands, calling him " A-Xiao " one moment and " Feng Chi " the next. Finally, she couldn't help but hug him tightly, wishing she could melt her lover into her very bones.
"If I die, I'll have nothing left! I still have unfulfilled wishes! I still have things I love that I haven't protected!" Wen Jiu cried out. "I didn't even have time to tell you I love you!"
Do you know? Do you know?!
"I know."
Feng Chi gently comforted him again and again, kneeling on the ground with him, patiently responding, "I know..."
"It's alright, baby, look at me..." Feng Chi kissed away the tears at the corner of his eyes, gently prying open his lips and tongue, slowly drawing him out of his reverie, "I'm here, we're both still alive."
We are all still alive.
I bravely stood by your side and confessed my love.
That's just a script.
Our ending can only be a happy one.
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Posthumous title: A title given to a person after death in ancient times based on their deeds during their lifetime.