follow my heart

After Meng Buqing finished his meal, he went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.

After changing her clothes, she came out with wet hair. Just as she was about to clean up the dining table, she found that Ji Wan had already packed everything.

... nothing to do.

Anyway, idle is idle.

Meng Buqing found out where Ji Wan was, wandered over, sat down in front of her and said, "I'm not happy, huh."

Ji Wan looked up at her.

The little girl was wearing light gray pajamas. She came out of the bathroom just now, her cheeks were steaming from the heat, and her long hair that was still dripping fell casually behind her head.

A pair of dark eyes were full of displeasure, and the appearance of pouting was pitiful.

It's also funny.

Ji Wan wanted to laugh, but held back, and asked with a gentle attitude: "Still unhappy about that? What you like are just novels. Just pay attention to the works. Why do you care about the author?"

"The work does not represent the author. I understand the truth, but Qi Wenwen is different. When I read her works, I always have a strong resonance. I am particularly interested in the things she mentioned, and I agree with all the opinions she writes. "

Meng Buqing tilted her neck, took a towel and began to wipe her dripping hair.

The body is filled with water vapor and a faint fragrance.

"Resonance?" Ji Wan looked at her with a little observation, and said with a faint smile on her lips, "Maybe her writing is really good, and you are just being persuaded by her in various ways."

Meng Buqing opened his mouth and touched his chin again.

After thinking rationally for a while, he nodded with great reluctance and said, "It seems to make sense."

Ji Wan laughed out loud: "It's really easy for you to listen to what I said."

"Where is it!" Meng Buqing was a little ashamed by her words, and said sophisically, "You can barely be regarded as my elder, I just pretend to agree to give you face, this is polite!"

"Okay." Ji Wan gave her a funny look, turned on the computer and said, "Polite girl, I'm going to work."

"..."

Meng Buqing sat beside her, and after hearing the hint, she still didn't want to leave.I secretly hope that this woman who has read many books can say something that will make her suddenly enlightened and stop worrying.

Ji Wan didn't say anything.

Meng Buqing dawdled with her mobile phone for a while, thinking about what she said just now, and sighed: "Is it because she persuaded me so easily that I want to sleep with her?"

After a while, Ji Wan rubbed her temples with her hand, and asked in a helpless tone, "Do you know what I'm talking about?"

"..."

Meng Buqing was startled when she kicked the cabinet door.

Busy smiled awkwardly and said, "Hi Kou, let me express that I am really pitiful. I like her so much, but I can't see her at all."

In fact, two colleagues who have known each other for a long time just met and communicated.What a normal thing.

But in Meng Buqing's heart, her baby Qi Wen has been low-key and mysterious for thousands of years, so it should be impossible to participate in such activities as face-to-face.

Because she was too mysterious, Meng Buqing didn't feel anything if he hadn't seen her.

No one else could see her anyway.

This wishful thinking was shattered tonight.

Some people seem to be able to meet the person she misses so much but can't see it at all, as if it is easy.

Thinking of this, Meng Buqing felt sour again: "That's my wife. Her friends can see her, but I can't... Can I not feel sour?"

After saying that, she still didn't forget to put on the patch: "The way our straight girls express their love is to call each other's wife."

There was a long silence.

Ji Wan took a deep look at her, raised her hand to shake her hair, her face seemed a little red, and it seemed like an illusion.She said meaningfully: "What are you thinking, you... There is really no need to envy her."

Meng Buqing pursed his mouth and said nothing.

She continued to stare at her phone, scrolling through the comments.

Seeing this, Ji Wan sighed softly in her heart.

She opened the web version of Weibo, clicked into the comment section and quickly flipped through it.Liu Yuan was just playing with her readers, without Aite.The readers who are cp are also casually joining in the fun.

Originally, she would never show up.

Ji Wan glanced at Meng Buqing who was sitting opposite, looking at her phone while wiping her hair, with a gloomy face.

For the first time, I forwarded it, tapped the keyboard a few times, and replied with a paragraph:

[I went to get things. Teacher Liu Yuan was busy at the time and asked me if I could wait until night.She said that she can put the things in the designated place and let me pick them up, so that I don't have to meet them.He suddenly thought that Teacher Liu Yuan was a cautious fugitive criminal. ]

After she hinted that the relationship between the two people was not intimate and ambiguous, she added a sentence in the comment:

[I saw her pure and lovely artistic photos on the wall of Teacher Liu Yuan's house. @Liu Yuan is so mysterious, the side job might be a serving idol/Meditation]

In just a moment, the spearhead suddenly turned.The comments that popped up all turned into wanting to see teacher Liu Yuan's pure and lovely art photos, and wanting to see working idols.

There are also various jokes.

Meng Buqing swiped to this Weibo, and suddenly he was refreshed.

Read carefully several times.

There was a bit of thought on her face, and she soon became silly: "So they didn't meet..."

Simultaneously.

Ji Wan's cell phone screen lights up, and it's all about Liu Yuan's news.

Liu Yuan: [Qi Min! ]

Liu Yuan: [My whole family praises you as a female star, why are you still mocking me! ]

Liu Yuan: [Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo And I'm so sorry, how can you bear to be ridiculed as a fugitive criminal!I can also help you! ! ! ]

Ji Wan closed the laptop first.

She replied slowly: [Hurry up and explode photos to satisfy readers' desires.He looks so good-looking, and occasionally posting a few selfies still hides his face, isn't it too much? ]

Liu Yuan: [You are too much!How many years have I known each other, and today I can be sure that you are really a woman! ]

Liu Yuan: [Who is going too far? ]

Dialogue blank.

The silence lasted for a moment, and the girl on the other end of the phone began to regret it.

It seems to speak too loudly?

The original intention was to be coquettish, but I overplayed it and became like a spoiled...

The reason why the two of them knew each other was very simple—it happened to be an author under the same editor—and they signed into the editorial group at the same time.

Liu Yuan first chatted with her in private and said: [We are so destined, the novels have the same theme, and the pen names are so similar.I am Liuyuan, you are Qiwen... Otherwise, we should be gay friends, right? ]

Qi Min only smiled back casually.

She thought it meant consent.

The first list that the novel won brought Qi Min and recommended it to her.At first it was to get closer, but later I realized that she was too unattainable.

The small talk never responded in a timely manner, and the replies quickly ended the topic.

I didn't want to talk to her at first, but her writing is really good-looking.

As long as you click on it and read a few more chapters, you will be shocked by the tension of the seemingly simple and flat text expression and the gorgeous plot content.

She couldn't escape becoming a reader who followed updates, thinking that it would be good to ask a few questions at close range.

So I have been trying my best to keep in touch with Qi Min.

I rarely chat with her, but I often write small and long comments to praise her.Still, every time she gets a big list, she will bundle it with a recommendation for Qi Min, even if she doesn't really need it.

Later, the two wrote good results respectively.Almost all of Liu Yuan's works are on the gold list, and they are often published in physical books or radio dramas.

Qi Min's works are almost nonexistent.

She has accumulated a large number of loyal readers at an extremely fast speed, and she is the only true god who has sold film and television copyrights in the entire Lily channel of the website.

Although Qi Min is cold, this coldness does not mean that she hates her.

Every time Liu Yuan writes a new article, she will definitely give generous rewards and help forward various publicity.So in the eyes of the two readers, they are quite close.

In fact, Liu Yuan always felt that Qi Min was like a kind of indifferent colleague who happened to be next to her, so she would usually help out.

Colleagues like her are not allowed after get off work.

So Liu Yuan was very excited when she heard her talk about the three-dimensional thing for the first time today.In order to be helpful, I even gave my real home address.

Talking privately about her "invoking the teacher to ask the crime" is just acting like a baby.

"..."

Ji Wan stared at the words on the phone screen, not knowing how to reply for a while.

Her protection of privacy is indeed much stricter than that of little sisters like Liu Yuan.For so many years, I didn't say my age and coordinates, and I didn't post any photos of my life.

this is nothing.

It's just that the meaning behind this sentence is difficult to answer.

Like the time a long time ago, Liu Yuan said that he was her loyal friend.Joking tone.

But it was still difficult for Ji Wan to reply.

The living room is not quiet, the balcony is facing the main road, so there is unavoidable noise of vehicles passing by.Listen carefully, each car is different, and the jingling of the bell when the bus stops has a sense of joy.

The night of the city is still prosperous, living in the bustle.

Ji Wan doesn't care much about relationships on the Internet.Perhaps it should be strictly said that she is used to downplaying any human connection.

She cooperates with people and depends on each other, and does not depend on anyone.

In the hustle and bustle, there will always be a burst of dust after the hustle and bustle.Her whole body was wrapped in this invisible but ubiquitous thick layer of gray sand, and her heart was empty, desolate but not lonely.

Not long ago, she suddenly felt that the sand was about to bury her in it.

She just started to decide to change the environment——

The arm was bumped by the little girl beside him.

Ji Wan came back to her senses, and heard the teasing tone again, "Whose news, you have been frowning for a long time, you will grow old."

"..."

Ji Wan quickly turned off the screen and said softly, "I won't tell you."

He smelled a cloud of fragrance coming over again, the girl's body was slightly sweeter than rosemary mixed with berry-like sweetness, which was stronger than usual.There is an inexplicable sense of warmth.

"Cut, I don't know much about it," Meng Buqing stood up holding the phone and half-wet towel, and said in a good mood, "Then you should be busy, I'm going to play."

Ji Wan picked up the phone again.

Seeing two cute emoticons sent by the opposite side, I started to complain that I still don’t know what to write in the evening update, and I don’t want to code, I’m so tired of coding.

The last topic has been quietly brought over.

Ji Wan relaxed her brows and followed her words to comfort her.

Liu Yuan: [Actually, I want to write about two protagonists who become neighbors by pure coincidence, and I'm afraid that readers will say it's too coincidental. ]

Ji Wan: [Too a coincidence?What is the probability that my roommate happens to be a loyal reader of mine? ]

Liu Yuan replied in seconds: [The probability is not low, as long as she likes Lily, she will definitely read your article.After reading your writing, I will definitely fall in love with you.So it's not that coincidental. ]

She said it emphatically.

Ji Wan: "..."

I felt how good the author who wrote the sweet article was.

Before putting down the phone, Ji Wan sincerely thanked her again: [Anyway, thanks to you this time, otherwise I really don't know where to find twenty copies of my books. ]

Liu Yuan: [Hey, you're welcome, thank you Qi Wenzai for the signed version, I've earned it! ]

—

Meng Buqing learned Go when he was a child, and he played pretty well. In his freshman year, he habitually joined the school's Go club.

As a result, there were students and semi-professionals in the Go club, crushing her per capita.

Meng Buqing hated the feeling of losing, and soon stopped playing chess.

until the other day.

Meng Buqing saw an old man with a chess game on the corner street of the color printing shop.She was free and had nothing to do, so she sat down and played a few games with them.

After a long absence, I experienced a crushing joy, and regained my love for Go.

She is ready to study hard and earnestly improve her chess skills, in order to dominate the old chess players in this area as soon as possible.So he happily contacted Qin Zijin, and pulled this "matched match" person to participate in the Go Club activities together.

Qin Zijin was at the same level as her, a student of the Chinese Department.

Every time Meng Buqing ran all the way to the teaching building of the Chinese Department to wait for her.

Have dinner together, and then go to the club class.

Songjiang University has eight cafeterias.

Meng Buqing followed Qin Zijin, and of course went to the cafeteria closest to the Chinese Department.During this period of time, she tasted many windows, and finally found that there is a fast food pasta that is delicious.

Once inside, she went straight to the window.

Qin Zijin didn't care what he had for lunch, so he ate pasta with her.

"School ends so early today?"

"I was hungry, so I dismissed get out of class early for myself."

Meng Buqing reacted for a moment, his face was speechless: "As expected of the Chinese Department, it is so fresh and refined to say that skipping classes."

There are very few people at this point.

At the pasta window, only two girls, one tall and one short, were queuing up.

They walked to the back and were about to line up when a boy in black suddenly stepped in.

The boy didn't even look at the others, and said directly to the shorter girl among them, "I don't have my student card with me, can you swipe it for me?"

Without waiting for an answer, I ordered a meal with my aunt directly: "Spaghetti with sausage."

After speaking, motion the girl to swipe the card.

"..."

The four girls present were secretly disgusted with this old-fashioned approach.

The girl glanced at him, reluctantly took out her student card, frowned, and said quickly after finishing swiping: "It's okay, you don't need to give me money——"

Not finished yet.

The boy took out the crumpled ten yuan and two coins with a lot of stains in his pocket, and threw them at her hand.The gesture of throwing money is like throwing firecrackers that are about to explode, fast and urgent.

He picked up the pasta that his aunt had just brought out, turned around and left.

The speed of leaving was like Lingbo microsteps, and disappeared immediately.

Everyone was stunned for a few seconds.

I thought it was a fake forgetting to bring the card, but I wanted to add WeChat to strike up a conversation, but I didn't expect that it was really for a bowl of noodles.

Qin Zijin teased softly and said, "Look at that boy's appearance, is it possible that people from your colleges have just returned from begging? I think the temperament is quite similar."

"I don't know..." Meng Buqing was silent for three seconds, then said dryly, "But maybe it is."

The girl looked at the tattered money in her hand in disbelief.After she realized it, she said aggrievedly to the friend next to her, "I ordered the noodles he took away!!"

Turns out they were done.

Meng Buqing watched the brief excitement: "A pasta with tomato and seafood."

She ordered the meal, paid the money and moved to the side to wait.Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the student card in the hand of the girl next to him.

A card with the same style as yourself.

The card looks brand new, but the photo is blurred.

"..."

Meng Buqing raised her eyebrows, turned her face away, and stared at the lovely girl beside her with a depressed face.She twitched the corner of her lower lip with interest.

The author has something to say:

After getting used to writing 2000 words every day after 4000, I am so tired...

(implying to listen to praise)