"the screenshot is real." Ji Yaoguang smiled a little at the corners of her lips, and as soon as she said this, the meeting immediately became restless. If the screenshot is true, doesn't it show that Ji Yaoguang admitted the crime of plagiarism? Or is there another explanation? All the eyes and lights were focused on her alone, and the face was relaxed and indifferent.

"Miss Chang, what do you think of this matter?" The man who killed a path of blood from many voices turned his goal to Changyu, where there was no lack of curiosity.

"I believe in her ability, and I believe more in her character." Chang Yu's smile was flawless, and her soft eyes fell on Ji Yaoguang, serious and attentive, where is there the kind of discord rumored on the Internet? In fact, as early as after the filming of "courtiers", some things have proved that the rift between them has healed-not to mention the live show "time Inn". It's just that the sensation caused by this insipid is not nearly as great as the rupture, so many people focus on this matter and must find clues to prove that they are right.

Ji Yaoguang and Chang Yu looked at each other and smiled as if no one was there and said, "I used to write you a lot of love poems."

"I still want to ask Miss Ji. You said that the screenshot was real, and that you wrote it yourself, and that there was no ghostwriter. How can you explain this?"

"I think the truth is clearly in front of you." Ji Yaoguang pretended to sigh and looked at the reporters with curiosity on her face. She chuckled and said, "although I am very reluctant to tell you something, at this point, I have to say that Huaiyu San is one of my trumpets. It's full of my trivial feelings and poems. The reason for this name is, on the one hand, because of the homonym of the word "Yu", and on the other hand, I believe you are all knowledgeable people, so there is no need for me to say any more. "

"so, Miss Ji, how can you prove that this is your trumpet? Can we suspect that you have found the original owner to communicate with her in advance, thus creating an illusion? " A reporter asked a sharp question, and after a moment of silence, there were many seconders. At such times, there are countless possibilities of fraud in their minds-but when they see the so-called "plagiarism evidence", they prefer that to be the truth. You know, if you find a weakness in others, on the one hand, you can satisfy your own "moral sense", and on the other hand, when something similar happens, there is a "precedent" that you can act with peace of mind.

"I know there will be this kind of speculation. I'll log in to my account and send you a Weibo to have a look." Ji Yaoguang sighed again, with a smile as cool as the breeze on her face. She motioned to the staff to turn on the device. First, a series of numbers appeared on the screen. "these are the IP addresses of my two accounts, and you can compare them for yourself." If you still have any doubts, please come up with a question, and I'll write it to you on the spot. "

Most people have been dispelled their doubts and began to turn to another question, but some people are still unconvinced, do not know what kind of thoughts, in the crowd very abruptly shouted: "then ask Mr. Ji to prove yourself, so I believe that the audience in front of the screen will also be convinced." Is there anything you want to say to us about today? Can it be conveyed in poetry? "

"Yes, what I want to say, the stage of life is undoubtedly a way to find a way, and all kinds of evils are like snakes and rats when visiting deep mountains, but these have to be crossed step by step, don't they?" Ji Yaoguang smiled faintly.

"so, Miss Ji, how long will it take you?" The reporter asked again.

"I don't have the talent for Cao Zijian's seven steps to become a poem. You have to give me some time to think, don't you?" Ji Yaoguang responded with a playful tone. She took Chang Yu's hand and smiled again. "I can ask my lover to answer some questions. What she said is what I want to say."

"I want to know why that screenshot came out. I thought that the netizen was actually guided by Miss Ji and only told her that she was original-it would inevitably make her suspicious, and her position was to safeguard the interests of the original creator. " A female reporter pushed her glasses and focused her eyes on the silent Changyu.

"everyone has their own privacy. There are so many people with small accounts. Should they be completely exposed to others?" Chang Yu said faintly, "when that person comes to ask, tell her that the original is not deception, who knows what her purpose is?" There are a lot of people asking for poetry, and many people ask "original" in order to understand a certain level and whether they can fulfill their requests. The deliberate guidance you are talking about does not exist. "

"so Miss Chang, did you know Miss Ji's trumpet before?" The reporter asked, "I saw the emotional trivialities on the home page with sadness. It was the time when you were rumored to be divorced on the Internet. Does this prove that something happened to you before that caused Miss Ji to be so depressed?"

For Chang Yu, the question was somewhat acute. She really did not know Ji Yaoguang's trumpet, let alone that she had poured so much emotion into it. After a moment of silence, she leaned forward slightly, and her voice was calm, as if a pool of stagnant water could not afford any waves. "it's not just this question. I'd like to give an answer to the previous online rumors. I do not deny that there have been conflicts with Yao Guang. Which couple did not quarrel with each other? It's just that we are all aware of our shortcomings and are changing the running-in bit by bit. I can tell you that we have a good relationship now, and it is even more ridiculous to be divorced. "

"then what is the reason why you two are so upset that you are going to divorce? Is it because of the emergence of a third party? I heard that you had a relationship with Miss Zhao Qingzhao when they were filming "dumb Girl". " After this sentence spread, the venue seemed to be ambiguous in an instant, and the smell of restlessness loomed under the flash.