Reborn on the Happy Hall + Spoiler

"Finally, what I want to say is," Zhao Xin's expression finally showed a gap, he closed his eyes, and there were a few strands of thick pain in his eyes, "I am willing to apologize to the canned hairtail in any way I can, even if He asked me to close my pen and commit suicide under my pseudonym, as long as I can do it, it’s fine. I don’t expect him to forgive me, I just hope he can give me a chance to apologize to him.”

At this point, the video ends.

Everyone was silent, and the world was as quiet as if it had become a vacuum.Xu Yihan, Zhang Li, Fang Wen, Long Li... and even the editors in the cubicle were all silent.The extreme shock was like a big net, locking their words.

And Liu Yusheng, who was far away in Gancheng, was also silent.

He sat in front of the computer with his head bowed and his shoulders trembling.He tightly covered his eyes with his palms, but the hot and humid tears still trickled down from between his fingers.

He didn't dare to look up for a second time, but he could never forget the calm and determined face of the man in the wheelchair.

He is Donaldson, this idea occupied all his thoughts and emotions, he turned out to be Donaldson, the disabled hero, he turned out to be Donaldson.

Twenty-three minutes later, that is, at 23:23 noon, the canned hairtail posted the first Weibo in nearly 40 hours——

@Canned Hairtail: @Donaldson sealed what pen? !Can you update "Guan Farewell"?Little fans catch up with the key plot, you don't update, very uncomfortable TT.

Chapter 59

At 12:40 p.m., Donaldson sent out an apology video four 10 minutes later.

@傲狂萌233: Is it love?Just ask you if this is love? ?I will lock the sugar bowl cp forever! ! ! TT

@光彼不自明: It’s too uncomfortable, I can’t imagine the situation of hairtail at that time, Donaldson’s behavior is too despicable... Even if hairtail forgives him, I can’t forgive him.

@做财富吗？: Am I the only one who cares about Donaldson's face?I think he looks like Takano Masamune (seriously declare that I am Dyson

@消恒少女颜君酱: @Say I circle you?Does slapping the face hurt? Circle circle?Are you going to be responsible for those untrue remarks?

In just four and 10 minutes, Donaldson's apology video has been forwarded more than [-] times.

The development of the situation exceeded all expectations. The people who scolded the canned hairtail for plagiarism were stunned—it turned out that he didn’t plagiarize; the fans who supported Donaldson were stunned—it turned out that he forced the canned hairtail to drop out of school; the tens of thousands of fans were also stunned—how many things were revealed on the Internet? How much is true?Even canned octopus and Donaldson's CP fans were confused—"Looking at canned octopus means you forgave Donaldson? Is that how he forgave him? What kind of scumbag plot is this? My mother, I can't do it."

All beings made noise, Liu Yusheng turned off his computer and rushed out of the house.

The sun was pouring down, and he staggered and stared at his own shadow as he ran.Weeping while running, the wet cheeks were stung by the wind.

He desperately wanted to find a quiet place, a place without internet, to cry bitterly.

It turned out that he was disabled—it turned out that he himself was the disabled protagonist.

But he is also Donaldson, he is so proud that he is misunderstood and framed, and he doesn’t even bother to explain—he doesn’t explain when others call him a woman-hater, he doesn’t explain when others ridicule him as a “serious literary writer”, and others frame him by relying on his background Sometimes he doesn't explain.Perhaps in his eyes, he himself is unimportant, his body will decay with time, his name will be forgotten by everyone, and one day the person who wrote the letter will disappear, but the words left behind are enough to explain everything, rumors are rampant for a while, The text flickers forever.

But he made that video, he said, and I'm also disabled.He explained himself.

He said, as long as I can do it, it’s okay to seal my pen or commit suicide under my pseudonym.He gave up his writing.

Liu Yusheng stumbled into the bench. It was one o'clock in the afternoon, and the park was quiet in the afternoon, except for a few intermittent birdsong, which became shrill in Liu Yusheng's ears.

He knew that he couldn't forgive Zhao Xin quickly, but at this moment, he couldn't bring up the grievances that had been entangled for four years. He only felt that his heart had been cut open, and the wind and sun were on it. Warm and shuddering.

Liu Yusheng wiped his eyes vigorously.

There was a wallet in the pocket of the jeans, and in the wallet was his ID card and 527 yuan in change.He didn't even bring his mobile phone, and his upper body was an old sweater that he only wore at home, with threads protruding from the loose collar and cuffs.The lower body is a pair of washed white jeans, bought in high school, the trouser legs can no longer cover the ankles.

But he was going—he wished he could teleport to Wuhan.

Fortunately, the high-speed rail line from Gancheng to Wuhan is on the Beijing-Guangzhou line, and there are more than a dozen high-speed trains every day.At five past two, Liu Yusheng rushed into the high-speed railway station, so fast that even the patrolman at the gate glanced at him.

Liu Yusheng bought the high-speed rail train departing at 22:[-], and the conductor said that this was the last ticket.

I bought a first-class seat and only had five yuan and fifty cents left on me.Liu Yusheng hurriedly called Uncle Wang at the convenience store.After the phone call, there was only four yuan and fifty cents left.

With four yuan and fifty cents and an ID card in his pocket, he got on the high-speed rail in a fever.

Maybe it was because of his emotional ups and downs, or maybe he was too exhausted from running all the way, but Liu Yusheng actually fell into a drowsy sleep and dreamed of a distant dream.In the dream, he knew that he was 25-year-old Liu Yusheng, but he had a 20-year-old body. The time went back to the day when he first went to Wuhan. He entered the subway station, but he didn't know how to swipe the subway ticket.

Following the example of other passengers, he went through the turnstiles and got on the subway. He held the round coin-shaped subway ticket firmly in his palm, as if to give himself courage.Line [-] was soft pink, and every time the station announcement sounded, his heart would beat. He knew that he was getting closer to Donaldson.

—even though he dared not see him.

After arriving at Guangbutun, he got off the subway, followed the signs and went up the stairs to the exit.

He held the round subway ticket and threw it into the gate, but he couldn't get it in no matter what. Either the angle was crooked, or the subway ticket became inexplicably thicker.He was sweating profusely, and there were other passengers behind him urging him, what are you doing?Why don't you leave?What are you doing?

Liu Yusheng opened his eyes, his back was covered with sweat.

He sneezed twice, rubbed his nose, and looked out the window in confusion.

Outside the window is a stretch of flat farmland that can't be seen, and the sky is gloomy.Look carefully, there is a very faint moon hanging in the sky.

At this time, a flight attendant happened to be pushing a snack cart past, and Liu Yusheng asked softly, "Hi, where are you...?"

"We've arrived in Xuchang," the flight attendant said in crisp Northeast dialect, "Do you need drinks and fruits?"

"Ah, no need, thank you."

He had to keep the four dollars and fifty cents he had.

An hour and a half later, the high-speed train entered Wuhan Station.

There are many passengers getting off at Wuhan Station, and there are people coming and going on the platform.Liu Yusheng walked forward quickly with the flow of people, blinked his eyes in a daze, and suddenly saw the three bright red characters of "Wuhan Station" hanging in front of him.Unlike Gancheng, the air here is hot, with a faint smell of rain.Two girls walked past Liu Yusheng, each of them carrying a yellow Zhou Hei Ya bag, both wearing thin T-shirts.Only then did Liu Yusheng realize how out of place his thick sweater was.

Liu Yusheng finally came to his senses.

He has arrived in Wuhan.

Zhao Xin is here.

The subway ticket from Wuhan Station to Guangbutun costs four yuan.

Just right—it was as if the whole world gave way to him.

Transferring from Line [-] to Line [-], it was still crowded and pink.It was already past seven o'clock in the evening, someone ate hot dry noodles in the subway, the aroma entered Liu Yusheng's nostrils, and his stomach growled twice.

Hongshan Square, Baotong Temple, the entrance of the street—my stomach was screaming and my heart was beating wildly. Liu Yusheng rubbed his face vigorously, feeling hot, whether it was his hands or his face.

He actually came like this.

He was approaching Zhao Xin, one stop at a time, wondering why the Wuhan subway was so slow.It's not like station by station, but like centimeter by centimeter.He is approaching him.

"This train is heading for Jinyintan. Please go to the middle of the carriage. Please stand firm and support the train when it is running. The next stop is Guangbutun..."

This time Liu Yusheng put the ticket into the gate accurately, exited Exit A, and took the elevator. In less than 10 minutes, he walked into the school.

Zhao Xin lives here.

But at this time, Liu Yusheng suddenly realized: he didn't know which building Zhao Xin lived in.

...such a big school.

Light rain fell in the sky, which wet Liu Yusheng's sweater and stuck to his body heavily.He felt a little top-heavy.

Stopped a boy: "Student, where is the family building of your school?"