A jiyou comes out of the closet

Jiang Wanqing has been a writer for many years. He has been writing anime fans since the first day of junior high school, and has been working for a year now. It should be about ten years. Mary Suba has dabbled in all the harem literature, and the post bar is not male. There is a figure, and there are at least a few thousand readers. Except for a few boys, most of them are cute girls. They will hug her and hold her high. I have never seen such an extreme | element.

The period when she was a mother was the most difficult time for her. There were no comments, no collections, no votes, and only a cheerful and bouncing Luli who brushed her presence every day made her head hurt.At that time, she really thought that she had provoked a professional black man, otherwise she would not be able to pretend to be so fanciful, and make every sentence like a real fan. Anyone with a little brain knows that she definitely did it on purpose.

Jiang Wanqing has never been so afraid of a reader. The previous mentality of "I have nothing to fear" is shaky because of the belief that the goddess has been tormenting her all her life. My mind felt like it had been blown apart, and I felt dizzy and at a loss for a moment.

The emotional luli really has no brains, and really took these words as a compliment to her.

Jiang Wanqing was already dizzy enough, but Fu Wen was even more confused than her:

The goddess I've been thinking about is actually a shameless friend who wrote articles with me?

Is the high-cold goddess in the fantasy the same person as the alluring sword in front of me?

She knew that the two of them had always been very destined, and they had met a few times intentionally or unintentionally in the past years, but she never took the flashing person in her life into her heart, so she didn't realize it until later when she recalled carefully. , It has been six or seven years since the day they really met.

There was an experiment that investigated many married couples, and they were all surprised to find that their spouse had appeared beside them for a moment inadvertently in the past, or for a moment in the photo, or passing by. Your fate is destined to come to you quietly.

Fu Wen couldn't help scolding herself in her heart.After weighing between the goddess and Qingqing for a long time, she resolutely chose to give up the goddess. Who knew that these two were actually the same person. "Then what was I struggling with?"

She said "um" expressionlessly, even though she was flustered in her heart, her face was still extremely calm, with the meaning of "it's me, what's wrong with you, you finally know that I love you, why don't you just go with it".

Jiang Wanqing lay on the pillow dumbfounded, and after a long time, she crossed her arms and asked funnyly, "Do you still remember that you once scolded the goddess for pushing her all her life?"

The corner of Fu Wen's mouth twitched, and her bold words from the past still echoed in her ears:

"Who is this! Don't pay attention to this kind of person, it's really annoying."

"How do I know you're talking about me???" Fu Min gritted her teeth, "I give you the most popularity every day, but you actually say I'm a sunspot!"

Jiang Wanqing didn't speak, just looked at her with a smile like this, and as time passed, Fu Wen was embarrassed to speak.

Indeed, now it seems that his behavior back then was really cheating.

There is always a sense of subtlety in the thinking of readers and authors. How many authors have been stunned by the reaction in the comment area after publishing a new chapter:

"Great, it's so sweet!!!"

"Come out, author, why did you let XX die, let's come out and talk about life."

"The writing style is great~"

"What did you write? It doesn't make sense."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, so cruel, blue thin mushroom."

"Little angels, do you really read the same chapter?" Every author will ask himself a question.A paragraph I wrote casually touched the cuteness of the readers and made them scream, but when they racked their brains and thought it was a cute meme, the readers all looked indifferent.

A sentence circulating in the circle of writers vividly summarizes this phenomenon: My readers and I are not in the same dimension.Stand Hands.jpg

When Fu Wen was a reader, she couldn't understand it, and she was even a little sad: Why did I send so many comments to the goddess, and she didn't turn over my sign once.It wasn't until she became an author that she covered her face. It wasn't that she didn't want to return, but that she really couldn't.

After speaking clearly, both Jiang Wanqing and Fu Wen looked indescribable.If it wasn't for Fu Wenxin's bluntness, Jiang Wanqing knew that now she thought that luli was not pleasing to her, but who knew that she would have pushed herself away at that time.

There were a lot of coincidences, Jiang Wanqing accepted the incompetence for a while, so he could only smile weakly, and wanted to say something to Fu Wen, the three people in the task force pushed the door with a policeman that Jiang Wanqing had never seen And into, interrupted what she wanted to say.

"Hello, Ms. Fu, I am the policeman in charge of District XX. I arrested a habitual burglary yesterday. According to his description, you are involved in this fire. Please come with me and make a statement. "

Jiang Wanqing caught his breath inadvertently: Although the fire was accidentally caused by the dispute between Fu Wen and the thief, Fu Wen still has a certain responsibility for the cause.

She subconsciously looked at Fu Wen, who smiled back at her in relief, before turning her head to look at the policeman: "Okay." When Fu Wen left, she silently mouthed to her: "Wait for your results."

Jiang Wanqing's head grew bigger all of a sudden, and she couldn't help but fell down on the soft bed with a sigh.It's not that she doesn't like this girl, but she just wants her to think clearly and not act impulsively. Who knows that Fu Wen is more stubborn than a donkey. No wonder the old man said that Fu Wen's mother is so angry with her every day.

She wanted to let her mind go and think for a while, but Zhao Jie stretched out a hand and shook it in front of her eyes: "I'm back to my senses, what are you thinking? You're going to scare the rest of us to death, you know? Damn, 50 The Migao Building is still on fire, I heard Officer Meng said that you rushed in without saying a word, do you think you have lived enough? I warn you, don't mess around next time!"

Jiang Wanqing arched her nose with a calm face.Su Lin put away her ugly appearance, frowned and scolded her, Ji Huihao was also earnest, the three big men were as talkative as old mothers, they said these nonsense every day, they always thought that Jiang Wanqing was a troublesome aunt, and they were afraid that she would kill her If something happened to her, she could only whisper a few more words in her ear tirelessly, hoping that this living ancestor would listen to her a little bit.

However, looking at Jiang Wanqing's appearance, well, it's deafening again.Su Lin and Ji Huihao looked at each other, and they both saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

Zhao Jie is the oldest in the group, and Jiang Wanqing, who is the youngest, is just as handy as the elders admonishing children: "You were a frequent visitor to our police station when you were still in middle school. I have known you for many years. I didn't care before. But now that you are a member of the task force, I have to nag a few words..."

Jiang Wanqing couldn't help stretching out a hand to make a stop gesture, and said, "Hey, that...brother, why don't we say something useful? Like the murderer."

As soon as Zhao Jie heard her subtext and scolded him for nonsense, he would blow his beard and stare, but he couldn't help but extinguished his anger when he heard the last sentence, and sat on the empty bed beside him in thought.Su Lin and Ji Huihao each pulled up their chairs and sat beside them, analyzing the case in the form of a tea party.

Fu Wen on the other side followed the policemen unhurriedly, very honestly: this person has always been able to pretend, everyone thought she was a good girl and a schoolmaster, and the inherent impression still persists to this day.

After the police took her to the interrogation room of the local police station, they turned on the recording pen and the video camera on the side, and greeted her politely: "Don't be nervous, just answer some questions."

Fu Wen hurriedly put away the fingers that poked the big mirror curiously, smiled shyly and cautiously, and sat down with her fingers grabbing the corner of the clothes, looking very scared.The policeman laughed harmlessly, but Fu Wen knew very well that her current "nervousness" was exactly the reaction the interrogator wanted to see.When the human brain lies under high tension, it is easy to reveal the truth. It is not stupid or stupid, but the involuntary physiological reaction will expose the heart.

The interrogation room is a completely soundproof "small black room", with only one table and two chairs, and a video camera is set up on the side where the interrogator sits, and the mirror faces Fu Wen's face, her upper body is completely covered The camera captured everything clearly, including finger movements and subtle facial expressions.

The purpose of the camera is to preserve evidence, and at the same time, psychological experts can speculate whether what she said is true or false based on her facial and body reactions and even tone changes.

The interrogator was sitting directly opposite Fu Wen. Behind him was a mirror, and nothing could be seen outside the mirror.But Fu Wen could still guess that there must be someone watching him outside the interrogation room, even if there was a camera, they would not be at ease.

The material of this kind of mirror is very special, people outside can see inside, but those inside cannot see outside.In addition to being used for interrogating prisoners, some wicked hostels will install this kind of mirror in the bathroom for peeping.

The easiest way to tell is to hold a finger vertically on the mirror.Under normal circumstances, there is a distance of about five millimeters between the finger on the mirror surface and the actual finger. However, when pointing on this special glass, there is no gap between the real and virtual fingers.

Fu Wen poked around pretending to be curious just now, but she was actually testing whether the mirror was as she thought, and it turned out to be true.

The fire was very large, starting from the fourteenth floor as the source of the fire, and spread to the entire building very quickly. Although there were no casualties, the loss of property was a large amount.The police in charge of this matter treated it strictly as it should be, and Fu Wen lowered her eyelids, and started the great acting.

Jiang Wanqing, who was worried about Fu Min's safety, didn't know that the guy was actually acting, and he seemed a little absent-minded when talking about the case. Zhao Jie had to interrupt her and asked emphatically, "Did you see that person's appearance clearly?"

Jiang Wanqing shook his head: "The murderer's bag is too tight, I can't see anything except his figure, and Fu Wen has been peeping in secret to no avail, but just like Meng Yan said, this man's figure is very similar to mine , I suspect it's a woman."

The author has something to say: Thank you for the nutrient solution of the dumbfounded little angel~