Lu Weifu upstairs

Chapter 75

This Saturday is the turn of Bing Wang to update.

The next day was Yang Ming's birthday, so Xu Yihan went directly to a certain jade shop after get off work, planning to choose a jade ornament for Yang Ming.At six o'clock, only Fang Wen was left in the office.The Meteorological Observatory predicted heavy rain at night. At this time, layers of dark clouds had accumulated in the sky, which were so thick that they seemed to fall to the ground.Fang Wen asked Zhang Li to go home first. He said that Mr. Xu had temporarily arranged a job for him and had to work overtime.Zhang Li didn't ask much, just said that she would go to the vegetable market to buy some food first, and cook a big meal for Fang Wen in the evening.

Zhang Li is from Hunan, and her cooking taste is a bit heavy, but the taste is very good.The sky outside the window was getting darker, and there were already tiny raindrops floating on the glass.Fang Wen looked out through the water-stained glass, the light and shadow outside the window were dense, and the pedestrians walked hurriedly, obviously rushing home.

Bing Wang’s manuscript was only about 7000 words long, but Fang Wen suddenly didn’t want to stay in the office anymore.He ate two biscuits, but he wasn't very hungry, but he really missed Zhang Li's cooking. What would she do tonight?Stir-fried pork with green peppers?Or taste shrimp?Or cold preserved tofu?Fang Wen decided to take the manuscript home to write, and just avoid Zhang Li. Anyway, Zhang Li is very sensible. If he has to deal with work at home, Zhang Li will wear earphones and go to the next room to catch up. drama.

Fang Wen took out the key to open the door. As soon as the door was opened, Zhang Li rushed forward, knocking him almost out of his hand with the laptop he was carrying.A spicy smell pierced his nostrils, Fang Wen didn't bother to change his shoes, and asked with a smile, "Are you cooking?"

"We'll eat stir-fried tripe tonight," Zhang Li took over the computer for Fang Wen, complaining in a tone of voice, "The weather is too humid, I need some spicy food to dispel dampness."

"Great," Fang Wen kissed Zhang Li on the forehead, "I haven't finished my work, I'll go to work overtime first."

"I'll call you when the meal is ready." Zhang Li trotted back to the kitchen.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Bing Wang updated "I Don't Want Superpowers".

After Fang Wen washed the dishes, he took out his mobile phone and saw that the "finishing fee" this time had been charged to his card.

Back in the room, I saw Zhang Li sitting at the desk typing away.Fang Wen walked over: "Are you working overtime too?" Zhang Li looked back at her, and said helplessly, "Have you forgotten, Mr. Xu asked me to...take the rhythm."

Fang Wen was stunned: "...Ah, I remembered."

At ten o'clock in the evening, Yuan Tanquan Da [email protected] naive Yuandan Chigua posted a long article titled "Donaldson, I'm Very Disappointed in You":

I just watched the update of Bing Wang, and I want to calmly talk about my thoughts.Let me talk about Donaldson first. In fact, he is my favorite author. Why?Because he is unique enough.Reading his, I can feel that he is not a person who will take the initiative to please readers, he is not even a person who cares about readers, he has a very chic energy, similar to "I am not used to you" "I don't understand Your problems are not my problems," but at the same time, every one of his stories is so sharp, so powerful, so moving.I have always told my friends who watch Danmei that Donaldson is my treasured author. Why do I say that, because he is not that popular yet—of course he is already popular enough, and he has a very good reputation among readers. But he is not so popular as a first-line author. I think this is because his threshold is relatively high (no other bad words are said), that is to say, readers need a certain life experience and ideological accumulation to understand him. .But some recent events have made me, frankly speaking, rather disappointed with Donaldson.In the last two updates, Donaldson has written more than 20 words. It is obvious that he has also changed his style. He began to cater to more readers. For example, the previous "I'm dirty" stalk was very funny to everyone Well, longtime readers of Donaldson will surely know that this kind of light-hearted, sexually-gimmicked one-liner is never seen in his previous books.This change of Donaldson has brought him more readers and income, the most direct manifestation is that the collection of "Guan Farewell" exceeded [-] last week.The author wants to make money and live. I will definitely not scold Donaldson for making such a change to cater to the public, but to be honest, I am a little disappointed, because I always believe that if Donaldson sticks to the original style of writing, he will be able to make the original The literary and ideological quality has been raised to a new height.Too bad he didn't.

Even though I am slightly disappointed, I am in no position to criticize him for it.The thing that disappointed and angered me the most was Donaldson's aggressive promotion of canned octopus.I don't want to argue with cp fans what is the relationship between the two of them, whether it's a real relationship or online marketing. What I want to say is that Donaldson uses various extreme methods to promote canned hairtail (the most extreme is crazily adding more), this kind of Very, very irresponsible behavior.

Everyone has been in the online literature circle for so many years, and Donaldson himself is an excellent author. I just want to ask Donaldson, can you really not tell the level of canned hairtail?You sell canned octopus to your readers time and time again, and even stimulate them to look at canned octopus in more ways. After all, you use the trust and love of readers for you, and the truth you sell to readers Is it a good work?You ask yourself, is the work of canned octopus worth promoting like this?Having said that, I believe that there will be fans of canned hairtail who will scold me. I want to say that you should scold me. No matter how much you scold me, I will say: the creative level of canned hairtail is not worthy of Donaldson’s promotion. If it is not worthy, it is worthy. No, no good is bad.

I know that now is the time when Donaldson and canned hairtail are crazy about increasing their followers. I hesitated for a long time about this article. If I post it, I will be scolded to death; Many readers were fooled by Donaldson's wild salesmanship.You can say that Donaldson is willing to promote canned octopus is none of your business?I want to say that I don't want to see bad money driving out good money in the circle.

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 correct, but it can be used as another point of view to provide everyone with 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 its damp moisture into homes through pipes, window chinks, and cracks of all sorts.When Fang Wen and Zhang Liqi fell into a deep sleep, Xu Yihan stood alone on the balcony smoking a cigarette.The rain was falling quickly, and it seemed that the moisture 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 room——Xu Yihan never said that he disturbed him, but Deng Yuan hugged the pillow and quilt and left.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 Xiejiao APP, and Deng Yuan told Xu Yihan: "The division manager of Xiejiao praised me for the good live broadcast effect, and the man disguised as a woman is very realistic." Can it be realistic?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 wet the towel with cold water again, wrung 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."