Reborn on the Happy Hall + Spoiler

Finally, I would like to give you a sentence from Donaldson's "Farewell":

"Rationality is the best thing in this world."

Only 20 minutes later, @四罗模文 tweeted forwarded this long article, and immediately after that, many Twitter accounts of eating melons, big and small, forwarded it one after another.They may not expressly support the author of the long article, but they have labeled this long article as a "rational discussion", such as: "@绿绿打文: For everyone to take a look at this article, the article is quite rational, although It may not be right, but it can be used as another point of view to provide some room for reflection.”

And this long article was naturally forwarded to the large group of Ten Degrees Thousands of Supporters. For a while, the fans were elated and elated.

QianqianのHoHo: Finally, someone who understands has come out to speak out. Sisters, I’m going to give a reward to this article!

QianqianのXiaoruan: Ah, where can I tip, I want to tip too...

QianqianのHoHo: Long Weibo articles can be rewarded directly~ You can easily mess with Alipay~

QianqianのAfu: Rewarded.By the way, I also gave Qianqian a reward. Why is Donaldson such a rubbish author ranked first on the reward list?

QianqianのAfu: Hehe, it ranks No.3 in the reward list of Qianqian readers~

Zhang Li expressionlessly sent the screenshot to the group.She just tipped 2 yuan to Shidu Qianqian, and she just took advantage of the rhythm of tipping when everyone was applauding.

Sure enough, many readers of Shidu Qianqian came forward one after another, expressing that they must let Qianqian overtake Donaldson.

Zhang Li turned off the computer and let out a long breath.

Fang Wen brought over the sliced ​​pineapple, and the two of them chewed slowly, one piece of the pineapple, and neither of them spoke for a while.The night rain outside the window was falling fast.

Raising her hand to wipe off the pineapple juice from the corner of her mouth, Zhang Li smiled wryly: "Have you read that long article?"

Fang Wen nodded.

"Fang Wen..." Zhang Li gently leaned on Fang Wen's arm, "Am I terrible?"

"Lily, actually..."

"Look," Zhang Li said to herself, "I am also a master of Chinese opera. When I applied for the job before, I really thought I could do some work related to new media. I even did it well. Ready, even if Mr. Xu asks me to typesetting the WeChat official account every day, it’s fine.”

"But what? It turns out that my job is to create hype on the Internet, keep pace, and do things that don't make sense at all... I really envy you. I think your work is at least meaningful. You can help those authors write better. …What about me? I’m like a worker on an assembly line, I’m doing a completely meaningless job, and no one will know or remember me.”

Just now, Fang Wen almost replied "Actually, I am also very bad", maybe Zhang Li asked a few more words along with him, and he couldn't help telling her about being a shooter.He is really suffering.

But Zhang Li's words "I really envy you" made him unable to say those words again, and a faint fear rose in his heart: If Zhang Li knew that he was a gunman, how disappointed would he be?

"I don't know how to comfort you," Fang Wen held Zhang Li's hand and whispered, "For money, there is no way. I know you don't want to do this, Lily."

Zhang Li was silent for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "Will you look down on me?" She gently wrapped one hand around Fang Wen's arm, as if she was begging.

"How is it possible?" Fang Wen turned his head and kissed Zhang Li's lips, "Don't think too much, let's go to bed early."

By 11:30 p.m., the number of retweets of this long article had exceeded [-], thanks to the joint efforts of multiple tweet accounts, tens of thousands of fans, and a small number of trolls.

The rain falls fairly on every corner of the city, sending the damp chao air through the pipes, the cracks in the windows, and all kinds of cracks, and into the homes of thousands of people.When Fang Wen and Zhang Liqi fell into a deep sleep, Xu Yihan stood alone on the balcony and smoked.The rain was falling quickly, and it seemed that the tide also passed through some cracks in his body and diffused silently into his chest cavity.He felt that he was restless and uncomfortable, and his heart of stone was rusted, and there was some rotten taste in the wet.He took a deep puff of the cigarette, hoping to inhale the warm smoke into his internal organs.

After smoking the cigarette, Xu Yihan restrained his pace and walked to the door of the study.

Tonight, Deng Yuan went down the broadcast quite early, because he has had a cough for the past two days.The person from the anchor training company said, it's normal, it's like this when you just became an anchor, so you talk too much.

Because of coughing, Deng Yuan moved to sleep on the bed in the study——Xu Yihan never said that he disturbed him, but Deng Yuan left with his pillow and quilt in his arms.Xu Yihan couldn't help thinking, is he going to sleep in the study all the time in the future?

Xu Yihan stood at the door of the study, even through the closed wooden door, he could hear Deng Yuan's unbearable coughing.Today Deng Yuan signed a contract with the Crabfoot APP, and Deng Yuan told Xu Yihan: "Crabfoot's divisional manager praised me for the good live broadcast effect, and I'm very authentic in dressing up as a man." Can it be true?He just wanted to be a woman.Xu Yihan thought that Deng Yuan said it deliberately to mock him, but Deng Yuan's face was serious, but his eyes were a little sad.Xu Yihan was speechless all of a sudden, he knew that Deng Yuan was such a person, he was a bit naive, he would listen carefully to what Xu Yihan said, even at this point, he would say something without malicious intent Satire.

Deng Yuan was still coughing, Xu Yihan couldn't help but fetch a cup of hot water, and tapped on the study door: "Sister, I'm in." He unscrewed the door, walked forward, and turned on the bedside wall lamp.

As soon as the warm yellow light shone, Xu Yihan realized that Deng Yuan's lips and cheeks were unnaturally red, and his round eyes were half-closed, looking a little confused.

Xu Yihan quickly helped Deng Yuan up, and brought the water glass to his lips: "Come on, sister, drink some water first."

Deng Yuan gulped water with his hand, and even drank most of the glass in one go.His lips were moist, reflecting a layer of bright light, his hair was messed up in sleep, and his head was weakly tilted to Xu Yihan's shoulder.This appearance reminded Xu Yihan of the first night when Deng Yuan came home with him, he had a fever and was injured, like a well-behaved stray dog.

Xu Yihan touched Deng Yuan's forehead, feeling bad, Deng Yuan had a low fever.He put Deng Yuan down carefully, covered him with a thin quilt, and fetched the thermometer.

"Sister, come, take your temperature," Xu Yihan coaxed him softly, and raised his left arm, "Don't move, huh?"

Deng Yuan clamped the mercury thermometer obediently, and murmured: "It's so cold."

"Well, be obedient, you can measure your body temperature only when it's cold." Xu Yihan went to moisten the towel with cold water, wring it dry, leaned over and said, "Sister, let me wipe your sweat?"

Deng Yuan closed his eyes and muttered something, but Xu Yihan didn't hear it clearly.

He carefully wiped the sweat off Deng Yuan's forehead, and then behind his ears—Xu Yihan paused, and suddenly saw a round red mark behind Deng Yuan's ear, which seemed to be pressed by something.

Also behind the ear on the other side.

He frowned and wiped off Deng Yuan's sweat, and when the time was up, he took out the thermometer: 37.8 degrees, he did have a fever, but not to the point where he needed to take antipyretics.Xu Yihan brought another basin of warm water, soaked the towel in the warm water, and wiped Deng Yuan's hands, underarms, legs and soles of his feet.After wiping, Xu Yihan suddenly remembered that the two red marks were pressed out by Deng Yuan's cat ear hairpin.

Is it tight?It has been broadcast for so long, and the impression has not disappeared.He pursed his lips and stared at Deng Yuan. Deng Yuan had a cough, a fever, and two red marks behind his ears, all because of the live broadcast.Looking again, he found that Deng Yuan had lost weight, and his originally round shoulders seemed to have become much thinner.

Xu Yihan couldn't help covering the back of Deng Yuan's hand with his palm, and now he can only do this at this time.The rust in his heart seemed to have peeled off in pieces, densely piled up on the tip of his heart, making him suffocate.

Deng Yuan moved his lips and grunted again.

Xu Yihan leaned over, his ears almost pressed against his lips.

He heard Deng Yuan say vaguely: "I want to go home."

Chapter 76

Xu Yihan stroked Deng Yuan's sweaty hair: "Sister, we are at home now."

Deng Yuan still closed his eyes, wrinkled his nose, and said vaguely: "Go back to Jing...Jingzhou."

Xu Yihan stopped talking, rinsed a towel and continued to cool down Deng Yuan physically.After tossing like this for more than an hour, Deng Yuan's body temperature dropped to 37.5 degrees, and Xu Yihan crept up to the bed.Deng Yuan seemed to have fallen asleep again, his brows were relaxed, and his breathing was steady.

Xu Yihan knew that he should turn off the wall lamp, but he greedily wanted to see Deng Yuan more.Since Deng Yuan started live broadcasting, it seems that he always has a back view sitting in front of the computer, with cat ears and a headset.

Xu Yihan stretched out his hand and hung his palm above Deng Yuan's eyes, this not too big shadow just happened to cover his eyes from the light.Xu Yihan maintained this posture, looking softly at Deng Yuan, he felt guilty at this moment.

I can't remember how long ago, he and Deng Yuan watched a certain documentary about farmers in the mountainous areas of Guizhou.Among them is a pair of elderly people whose son went out to work and disappeared many years ago, leaving behind a three and a half year old grandson. In order to raise their grandson, the two elderly people are still working odd jobs in their 70s to support their grandson.At that time, Deng Yuan's eyes were full of tears, and Xu Yihan felt uncomfortable, but he didn't cry like this. He asked strangely: "Sister, are you so sad?"