Chapter 246 Press Conference

Chapter 246 press conference

Li Haitang, who was sitting on the corner with a pale face, put down the phone and stared blankly ahead until her stomach growled. She tried to stand up, but her legs were numb and she felt so uncomfortable that she couldn't stand up at all.

She sat back on the floor again, straightened her legs, gritted her teeth and endured the discomfort. She picked up the phone next to her and dialed again, making a call to Huaishu alley.

Wenlao and his wife had been worried for the past few days and had been waiting for a call from the public security bureau. They couldn't figure out why she had planned so well before, but suddenly lost control of her emotions and disappeared. Later, they got some news from her friends. Now that they received her call, the old couple comforted her. They didn't say anything about the pain, but only told her to be open-minded.

Li Haitang walked out of the hotel room only to find that it was already dark outside. She hadn't eaten a grain of rice or a drop of water for three days. She was already hungry and had a stomachache. She stroked her stomach and ordered a chicken porridge and a stack of hot buns at the nearest restaurant with heavy steps. The salty sea breeze blew and sat quietly in the corner eating while looking at the endless waves rolling over the sea.

Three nights ago, she drove to jin city. When she was in a bad mood in her previous life, she would always come to this place to see the scenery. The scenery was still the same, but people had changed.

The next morning, at 10 am, the entrance of jianguo hotel was full of reporters, each with the latest cameras hanging around their necks. There were also many people with notebooks and pens waiting to take notes, and everyone stretched their necks to look out. The roadside outside the hotel was filled with onlookers. The security guards and police stood on both sides to maintain order. Everyone was looking forward to this famous writer.

Xu Yueyang, Ji Dongming, and the rest of them took leave from work today, and all of them were absent from school. Everyone came here to wait for Li Haitang to show up, hoping to be by her side when she was most upset.

When a black car appeared in sight, the sharp-eyed Xia Lin rushed out and the reporters were all ready.

The car was parked about 50 meters away from the main entrance. Li Haitang saw the grand occasion outside the car without any expression on her face. When she saw xia lin running over, she opened the door and walked out slowly.

Xia Lin's heart ached when he saw her face, which had been so thin in just three days, and her eyes were still red and swollen. He immediately went up to hold her, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Are you okay?"

"Nothing." Li Haitang shook his head gently, tugged at the corner of his mouth, bent over to carry his bag, and slowly walked towards the hotel with her help.

When Xu Yueyang and the others saw how she looked like she was about to fall when the wind blew, several men almost cried. In everyone's mind, she had always been strong and happy, but now she was so weak and sad. Chu heng would probably beat himself up when he came back. They watched as the reporters surrounded her, and several people immediately stood on both sides of her in protective positions, escorting her into the hotel reception room.

"Click... Click..." Countless cameras shook in front of her, and many reporters couldn't wait to interview her. They began to ask one question after another.

"Classmate li, all the major tv stations and newspapers publish news that people send letters to inform you. As the party concerned, what do you think about this?"

"Miss li, as a famous writer, you have exposed all negative news these days. Can you explain it now?"

"Miss li, did you really break into someone else's marriage and destroy their relationship with an unmarried couple?"

"...

Li Haitang's eyes were cold, and he pulled the corners of his mouth as he walked, "Thank you for your concern. I'm not feeling well. I'll answer all the questions later."

As they entered, the other reporters who followed them all rushed in to occupy the best position.

When everyone was ready to calm down, Li Haitang took a sip of the glass of water that Xia Lin handed over, moistened his throat, crossed his fingers, and began to apologize to the microphone, "Hello, media friends, everyone. First of all, thank you for your concern. I am not in a good mood these three days. I found a quiet place to adjust my mood, and let everyone and their friends and relatives suffer. I am sorry."

"Secondly, let me introduce myself first. My name is Li Haitang, 22 years old, from tan city, xiang province. I graduated from the provincial key Tam city 1 middle school from high school. I was the top liberal arts student in the province in 90 years. I am a senior majoring in translation studies in the english department of beijing university. I am also a registered member of the Writers' association and the author of the pseudonym" Mu Zihaitang."

Her speech was slow and steady, and the stenographer below was writing rapidly, and the camera tools were recording, and the lights of the other cameras were flashing.

"July, 1987, 15 years old, graduated from junior high school. I first delivered poems to" junior high school campus weekly" under the pseudonym" Mu Zihaitang." To this day, I have just delivered 23 poems and published 23 poems. In august of the same year, he published his first martial arts novel, mei yinxu, in eastern weekly."

"In the same year, he published the chivalrous novel" nine swords," and the fantasy novel" supreme heaven." At the end of the same year, he signed a contract with Port city jiayu international film and television company to film" the nine swords thriller."

"In nineteen eighty-nine, he signed a contract with jiayu international to film the tv series" supreme heaven," and published the second part of" nine swords and waves," which signed a contract to shoot a tv series sequel at the end of the year."

"In the first half of 1990, I stopped writing and prepared for the college entrance examination. During the period of 90-91, the military training of the university lasted for one year. During that period, he published his educational works," the world over the mountains" and" a cave dwelling."

"In the first half of 1992, a novel on education," I don't want to be a general worker," was published in Yangcheng press. In the second half of the same year, he published a prose poem," my dream walks with the wind."

"In the beginning of 1993, he published the second collection of essays and poems, if life was not perfect, in the humanities publishing house. Since april of the same year, he has continued to publish the fantasy novel" the red lotus in another world" in the oriental weekly. In addition, there are three english translations from sophomores to seniors, and the specific documents can be checked and verified by the relevant agencies."

After a long speech, her throat became a little hoarse. She took another sip of water, paused for a moment, and continued, "What I just said was an introduction to my identity as a writer, and now about my background. I was born on august 22, 1972, during the ripening season of the begonia fruit. I was born in Lee ka tsuen, shao county, Ping shan town, xiangtan city, a remote village with inconvenient transportation. My biological mother gave birth to me out of wedlock. The next day, she abandoned me and left me with a huge sum of three hundred dollars. According to the old people in the village, my birth caused a big fight in the village because everyone wanted to get the three hundred yuan."

"In the end, my foster mother, Deng Wenfang, won. Three hundred dollars went to her, and so did the baby me. From then on, I will be given the name of my foster father, li, and haitang is my biological mother's name. This is the only memory she left for me."

There was no one at the scene who interrupted her. The sound of writing and snapping pictures couldn't stop the sound coming from her microphone. Everyone listened attentively to her unique self-introduction.

Li Haitang pulled out a piece of newspaper from the pile on the table and pointed the page at the camera. His voice was a little heavy, "The article in this newspaper described me as cold-blooded, heartless, ungrateful, and not supporting my parents. I have different views on this."

"Since I can remember, I should have been four or five years old. At that time, I started to do all the household chores, washing, cooking, cleaning, raising pigs and doing farm work. I was forced to learn everything. No cooking, no food, no beating; no food, only cold sweet potatoes.

During the busy season, I had to cut the rice and pick up the ears under the high temperature of 37 degrees. When the adults came home, I had to go home. He had sunstroke and had no medicine, so he could only make a bowl of cold tea to drink, such as houttuynia, chrysanthemum, and summer withered grass, which were mentioned by his elders in the village.

In the cold winter, I had to wash the dishes in the freezing water. My hands would be as cold as carrots every winter. They were itchy and painful. It was very uncomfortable, but I couldn't say it. Because I know it's useless to say it. If I say it, I will only get scolded, and maybe I will be used as a punching bag.

I don't know what the happiness of childhood is, I don't know what it feels like to be in mom and dad's warm arms, I don't know the fun of jumping the rubber band, I don't know how to kick the shuttlecock, I've never used a beautiful hairpin, I don't know the mischief of plucking birds' eggs, I don't know why others can smile so carefree.

I was always working alone, working, gradually always walking with my head down, not talking, more and more silent, with a trace of inferiority and resignation. Gradually, I began to be invisible, trying to keep people from noticing me, living in the endless tangle of hope and fate that I had created.

The only happiness I have every day is to walk seven or eight miles to school with my schoolbag on my back. My grades are my only consolation. My deskmate is the only person who can help me and warm me up. My teacher is the only person who can guide me through my destiny. The classroom is the only place that can relax and calm me down.

Five to fifteen years old, a full ten years, regardless of the new year's eve, regardless of the weather, I get up at six o' clock every day to cut two baskets of pig grass, and every day when I come home from school, I have two baskets of pig grass. This additional task is not completed, and I have no food to eat. The foster mother said that you can be hungry, but not pigs. "After saying this, her voice trembled and her eyes turned red.

Xia Lin, Li Jie and the others were all in tears, covering their mouths and sobbing. Xu Yueyang and the other boys clenched their teeth, feeling especially heavy. Many waiters who secretly came to watch were crying.