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"Okay, the misunderstanding has been resolved."

He smiled at Qiao Yinque:

"Don't cry because of such a trivial matter, like a little crybaby, what should you do if your makeup is ruined?

"And if something bigger happened, wouldn't it make me cry like a tearful person?"

Tang Ping said, took out a tissue and thoughtfully wiped away Qiao Yinque's tears.

Qiao Yinque froze there, looking at him with wide eyes, at a loss what to do.

Tang Ping wiped away her tears, took back his hand, and crumpled the tissue into a ball.

He was filled with emotion:

“Perhaps fate is just so twisty and bizarre.

"I wanted to speak up for you, but instead you misunderstood me and then attacked me.

"Here again today, first I met you, a stranger, by chance as a passerby, and then I learned the other person's true identity one after another, and the reason for the misunderstanding became clear.

"Maybe this is God's will? Maybe the fate is wonderful?"

Tang Ping sighed alone. Without waiting for Qiao Yinque to say anything, he took out a piece of white paper and a signature pen from his backpack:

"Teacher Little Sparrow, I am your fan. Can you sign your name for me? Just sign it here."

Qiao Yinque looked at it and saw a line of words written on the paper:

"On April 4th, Guan Ai (Tang Ping) met the little sparrow (Qiao Yinque) by chance. God's will is clear and the fate is not shallow. At this time, we can meet together. 』

Below is a two-line signature.

"Care (Tang Ping)"

"Little sparrow (_____)"

If it was a dazed state, even if it was a normal state, Qiao Yinque would instinctively sense something was wrong with his sixth sense and be more cautious.

But at this moment, a series of shocking facts, reversal after reversal, were almost filling her already tired brain.

She signed her name in a daze, and even signed the second and third sheets that Tang Ping handed over correctly.

Taking back the two pieces of white paper, Tang Ping stood up and nodded:

"Well...this way we are even."

"Even?" Qiao Yinque was confused and repeated the word meaninglessly.

Tang Ping smiled and raised the corner of a piece of white paper in front of her.

In front of Qiao Yinque's eyes that opened wider and wider, they gradually tore apart into two pieces.

He folded the white paper on which he wrote a paragraph, tore it into pieces, and threw it into the recyclable trash can nearby.

The white paper hidden under the surface is densely packed with ink-black text.

"Why don't you tear it open and take a look?"

Tang Ping smiled and said to Qiao Yinque, reaching out and making a "please" gesture.

The ominous sixth sense in Qiao Yinque's heart kept warning her, and a voice told her like crazy:

Can't be dismantled!Can't be dismantled! !Can't be dismantled! ! !

But her hands seemed out of control, trembling slightly as she picked up the signed white paper.

Use your fingernails to lift up the corners and tear them apart.

Got two pieces of paper.

On a piece of paper, a paragraph was written by hand, and a space was cut out where the signature of "Little Sparrow (_____)" was.

And the signature that disappeared inexplicably suddenly appeared on another piece of paper at the signature of "______".

Qiao Yinque's pupils trembled, and his eyes scanned the reading from the beginning uncontrollably.

"Confession"

"I, Qiao Yinque, whose pen name is Little Sparrow, have been slandering Tang Ping (Care) on various platforms on the Internet for a long time since March 3. I deliberately fabricated and spread fictitious facts to disparage Tang Ping's personality and destroy Tang Ping's reputation, which constitutes online defamation. crime.I know that my crime is serious and I hereby confess in order to seek leniency. 』

"April 04, XXXX"

"Qiao Yinque"

As Qiao Yinque read, his hands trembled from slightly to violently.

She raised her head stiffly and looked at Tang Ping in disbelief.

There was still a gentle smile on that clean face.

But the light from the streetlight above the bench shone down.

His face was half-shadowed.

Like an unknown evil spirit.

Tang Ping smiled and fiddled with his phone.

A recording from which it was broadcast.

"What did you do and why did you do it?"

"I, I read your "The Emperor's New Clothes" and thought you were trying to help that scumbag editor by using 23 role-playing accounts on the Internet to blackmail you..."

The recording plays.

Tang Ping's voice sounded faintly.

"I'm sorry that I lied to you in some places.

"For example, I didn't infer that you were the little sparrow until I found clues in your strangeness.

"Actually, I almost missed you, but fortunately I have sharp ears. I heard your good roommates calling you 'Little Sparrow' and 'Qiao Yinque' while waiting in line.

"For another example, I'm actually not a fan of yours. In fact, I haven't read the stories you wrote at all. I just praised some universal words that can be used all over the world."

His smile bloomed in the shadows beyond the reach of the light.

"But no matter what, it's a coincidence and a beautiful encounter, isn't it?"

Qiao Yinque was dumbfounded, looking up at him.

Look at him standing in front of you against the light.

Getting taller, bigger, darker, and more twisted.

Blocked the light, blocked the last bit of the red sunset.

"……Why?"

"Because I'm a very vengeful person."

Tang Ping took out another piece of paper and handed it to Qiao Yinque.

Qiao Yinque didn't answer.

But her pupils were painful to see.

It was a red and black lawyer's letter.

"The fairy tale writer who committed Internet libel"

"Miss Qiao Yinque"

"I'm making irresponsible remarks on the Internet and acting as trolls to smear my work and character."

"I already know what you have done"

"I will correct your twisted obsession"

"Let you admit your crime with your own mouth"

"Yours sincerely, the victim Tang Ping, April 4th"

Qiao Yinque closed her eyes in pain. She wished she could blind her eyes that saw things she shouldn't have seen.

"You've been planning this from the beginning, haven't you?"

"No, these were all printed on the spot when I went to the printing shop next to you when you went to buy milk tea."

Tang Ping shook his head gently:

"I said, although I lied to you, our meeting was indeed a coincidence."

"Then why? Why!"

Qiao Yinque shouted loudly.

Attracted the attention of many people around.

"Why do you do this to me, why!!"

she shouted hysterically, tears welling up in her eyes.

It shouldn't be like this...

It shouldn't be like this! ! !

Tang Ping stopped talking and saw that she was hoarse.

Until she was tired of crying and fell silent, burying her face in her arms and sobbing softly.

Then he finally said:

"Because today is the test of courage."

"Stop talking, I don't want to hear it." Qiao Yinque choked and interrupted, pointing her finger to the side.

The words "Get out, get out of here" have not yet been uttered.

He raised his head in surprise:

What does this have to do with the Courage Festival?

Tang Ping smiled.

Yan'er smiled mischievously:

“Oh, I originally just wanted to send you a lawyer’s letter and make you worry for two days, then let’s get over it.

"As a result, I met you today during the Courage Festival. I thought that on this day, a father would even call his son and say, 'Your mother is dead, come home and have a feast.' I used all the 50 yuan to buy stocks and lost all of it'...an outrageous prank.

“I couldn’t help but give you a complete performance.

"What's this called in theater terms, 'breaking the fourth wall'?"

He sat back on the wooden chair, bent down and picked up the confession letter dropped by Qiao Yinque, along with the lawyer's letter and other papers, tore it into pieces and threw it into the recyclable trash can.

These things are actually of no use, nor are they intended to be of any use.

Then in front of Qiao Yinque, who was stunned, he deleted the recording.

"Seeing you crying so hard makes me feel relieved, and my desire for revenge is 1000% over-satisfied.

"My acting skills should be pretty good? Maybe I shouldn't be a writer, but an actor?"

Tang Ping smiled playfully.

Qiao Yinque was stunned and couldn't change her mood: "You..."

"By the way, I'm still sorry. In the last words I said I was sorry to you, I still deceived you in some ways.

"For example, I have actually read your story, and I think your writing is indeed very spiritual."

Tang Ping took out a tissue paper again and quickly rubbed it on Qiao Yinque's face, making the makeup that was already stained by tears even more stained.

But at least the tears were gone.

He balled up the tissue and threw it into the trash can, then stood up again.

"From the time I met you until now, which of the words I said are true and which are false... it doesn't matter.

“What matters is what you want to be true and what you want to be false.

"After all, you are different from me. I have to find evidence before I can retaliate against you. You just relied on your subjective assumptions to attack me."