Reborn on the Happy Hall + Spoiler

What did Deng Yuan say at that time?He looked a little sympathetic, and choked up: "They are too miserable...but I live so well."

Xu Yihan was at a loss, he didn't know what Deng Yuan could feel guilty about, and Deng Yuan was not responsible for the miserable situation of the old couple.At that time, he slandered for a moment, thinking, Deng Yuan must be too holy.He also thought that a Virgin Mary like Deng Yuan would be scolded to death if he put it on the Internet.

For Xu Yihan, guilt is a rare emotion, and he thinks that the world owes him more.He is a victim, why should he feel guilty?

But Deng Yuan said that he wanted to go home, to Jingzhou.This made Xu Yihan feel a solid sense of guilt, is it because this bustling big city is not good, sister?Is it because I treat you badly, sister?He suddenly realized that if the world hurt Deng Yuan a lot, just like the world hurt him a lot, then he should be part of the hurt.Even if Deng Yuan was with him because he was rich, even if Deng Yuan might not really love him, but he still hurt Deng Yuan.

Why?Why hurt him?Xu Yihan recalled the night when he brought Deng Yuan home. At that time, he had no such plans and plans, and he took Deng Yuan home without even thinking about it.But thinking about it now, why did you bring Deng Yuan home?He doesn't have the habit of showing love like Deng Yuan.

Oh yes, because Deng Yuan is his relative—whether his elder brother or sister.Deng Yuan is the child of his mother's sister.His father is uncertain, but his mother is certain, so Deng Yuan is also certain.He is like a piece of discarded space junk floating in the vast universe. He has been to many places, made some love, and has been attracted to some people, but he is still floating, passing one star after another like space junk.Until meeting Deng Yuan——Deng Yuan is undoubtedly his sister, and Deng Yuan is an undoubted coordinate.

Xu Yihan withdrew his sore hand, turned off the light, and kissed Deng Yuan's face.At this point, he knew that he was no longer qualified to kiss Deng Yuan, so the kiss was very light, as if nothing had happened.

The next morning, Bing Wang returned to No.1 on the reward list.At the same time, Donaldson responded to the long article by @天真圆蛋吃瓜.

He didn't directly post a Weibo response, but directly posted the copy of "Guan Farewell" that had just been withdrawn:

For every [-] increase in the collection of Canned Hairtail "President I'm Really Wrong", "Guan Farewell" will add a new chapter (more than [-] words).

Professor Zhao sat aside, watching his wife change his son's medicine.

Last night, when Zhao Xin was practicing double crutches downstairs, his right hand suddenly cramped, and he fell straight to the ground.He couldn't use his feet, and he could only use his hands to support him when he fell-this caused a large wound on his right arm from the elbow to the wrist when it was rubbed against the rough ground.Zhao Xin said that he didn't feel much pain at the time, but Professor Zhao knew that his son was lying, so how could such a large bruise oozing blood not hurt?

It was pitch black downstairs, and Zhao Xin was lying on the ground in embarrassment, and he didn't call his parents immediately.He first grabbed two crutches, and then slowly moved his body to the stone bench not far away with the strength of his palms and knees.Because of the rain, the ground was still half wet, so when Professor Zhao and his wife arrived, they saw Zhao Xin covered in mud, water and blood.He was sitting on a stone bench, with two crutches placed side by side on a stone table, the blood oozing from the wound pooled into a small patch of bright red on the ground.He even smiled lightly at his parents: "I'm a little hungry, Mom, can you make me some fried rice by the way?"

"Does it still hurt?" Mother asked worriedly as she dispensed purple syrup for Zhao Xin, still staring at his wound.

Zhao Xin raised his eyebrows with a helpless expression: "It doesn't hurt, why do you two need to be so nervous?" When his parents came over this morning, they brought a basket of chicken eggs, two pig's feet, and a sea bass, "I don't think I'm I fell down, it was confinement."

His mother was not amused by him, but said solemnly: "Zhao Xin, haste makes waste, you know?"

"I know," Zhao Xin smiled at her, "Don't worry."

After finally coaxing his parents away, Zhao Xin quickly picked up his phone.Liu Yusheng sent him a WeChat message just now, but he hasn't read it yet.

Language students:

I saw that Weibo, and I think what she said makes sense...

Language students:

Stop tweeting me?

Zhao Xin frowned, and replied: There is no reason, that is, Xu Yihan asked someone to do marketing, so please ignore them.

And Liu Yusheng actually called, Zhao Xin was a little surprised: "Didn't you call during the day?"

"I told my mother that I would go out and touch my phone," Liu Yusheng said in a muffled voice, "Zhao Xin, don't tweet me, okay?"

Zhao Xin: "Do you believe those nonsense? Be good, they are deliberately rhythmic. Didn't I tell you that the relationship between Shidu Qianqian and Boss Weilan is unusual..."

Liu Yusheng interrupted Zhao Xin: "No, it's not a question of rhythm, it's that what the person said really makes sense. What I wrote...is not worth your effort to recommend. Really, I know it myself. Even if yours The readers really went to see me, and they went for you, and it has nothing to do with me..."

"What do you mean 'not worth it'?" Zhao Xin slightly raised his voice, "We are in a relationship, and you are my boyfriend. What's wrong with my recommendation of your article? Even if those people on the Internet don't know about our relationship, we all know it Ah." Zhao Xin never directly admitted his relationship with Liu Yusheng, precisely because Liu Yusheng's real name was exposed on the Internet, he was afraid that admitting the relationship would bring trouble to Liu Yusheng.But in fact, he wanted to tell everyone that Donaldson and canned octopus were in a relationship, not online dating, but the kind that had already found out—one night's sleep counted as love—and he was going to find Liu Yusheng soon.

"No, what I mean is that I can't write well." Liu Yusheng paused, "I'm not rehashing old scores... Do you remember when you just found out that I continued to write "The Man Upstairs" and you said What annoys you the most is not that I continued writing in a vest, but that I made this story so bad."

Zhao Xin's throat choked up. Of course he remembered what he said, but at that time he was furious, and his words were somewhat malicious. He didn't expect that Liu Yusheng would remember these words for so many years...

"Actually, you also feel that my writing is not good, right?" Liu Yusheng summoned up his courage and said, "The stories I wrote are just... in the words of those who scolded me, brainless and silly, right? I know you tweeted my post because you like me, but I don't want you to force yourself because of me."

Liu Yusheng grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, as if to embolden himself, "And this competition, I don't really care about whether Shidu Qianqian hacks me or not...We don't have to compete with her for No.1, either. Really. They all say that you have changed your style, that you have started to please readers. I know you don’t want to do this, Zhao Xin, but it’s really unnecessary. You just need to write what you want to write, and you don’t have to change for me. .”

That long article accurately stepped on Liu Yusheng's mind. He watched Zhao Xin crazily update, forced himself to change his writing style, and was even abused for it, and all of this was for him.But he is also an author, he knows how painful this process is, and more importantly, he cherishes Donaldson's reputation.

But because of Liu Yusheng's words, Zhao Xin felt another kind of panic as if a curse had come true.Professor Zhao’s question still rings in my ears: Maybe one day you won’t write about Tanmei, maybe one day you won’t write anymore... Will Liu Yusheng still worship you by then?Will he still like you?Will he continue to be with you?

Just like now, no matter how much those people ridicule him for "becoming Donaldson again" and "serious literary writers will kneel and lick readers"...he can ignore it.But Liu Yusheng's words directly fulfilled his fear.

"So you only like the former Donaldson, don't you?" Zhao Xin lowered his head and stared at his purple arm, whispered, "If I am no longer Donaldson, or Donaldson no longer writes those things before, like now . . . you don't like Donaldson, do you?"

Liu Yusheng was stunned by his question: "What do you mean? What is 'Donaldson before' - you are Donaldson, where is the before and after?"

"For example, what if one day I also write silly and sweet?"

"Why do you write that kind of stuff?"

"There's always a reason, like you see my popularity is growing fast now, I don't follow the style I used to have and immediately have more readers, even if I want to make money, I can still write 'that kind of stuff' you said Isn't it?" Zhao Xin spoke faster and faster, almost asking Liu Yusheng, "Is 'that kind of thing' not worthy of your Donaldson? What if I really wrote it?"

Liu Yusheng was aggrieved and annoyed by Zhao Xin's question: "You assume so much, after all, don't you still look down on what I wrote? Yes, what I wrote is silly and sweet, and it means meaning. It’s enough like——just like using an airplane cup.” He felt so sad that his nose was sour, and tears welled up in his eyes, which he choked back. “But when I write, I’m happy, I’m not like You are so brave and so determined. I am an ordinary person. Can I not comfort myself when I am unhappy? For the first two years, I stayed at home and was scolded by my mother every day. When it was the most difficult time, I really thought that if I could just sleep Just die—I write something to comfort myself, even if it’s a fantasy, at least it can comfort me—are they that bad, Zhao Xin?”