follow my heart

Meng Buqing carefully crawled away from Ji Wan.She turned over, got into the quilt directly and said, "I'm going to sleep, please turn off the light for me."

"Your medicine hasn't been sprayed yet." Ji Wan stood up, left a word and hurried out.Help her unpack the spray prescribed by the hospital and bring it in.

"Doctors say it's best to elevate your feet with a pillow before going to bed."

Meng Buqing stretched out his hand and picked up the extra pillow beside him, then suddenly paused and said, "The pillow is too big, I don't want to put both feet on it."

She changed the little doll next to her.

A ghost with a crown, chubby just right for a raised foot.The birthday presents given to her by classmates in the private school in the past have been kept by the bed for so many years.

Ji Wan couldn't help being amused, and made up a sentence: "One foot is high, one foot is low, it's a strange dream."

Meng Buqing glanced at her speechlessly: "Where did the feudal superstition come from?"

Ji Wan bent her lips and smiled, thinking, is feudal superstition?Next time it will be compiled into my novel, you little one will have to believe it.

Meng Buqing looked at her strangely: "Why are you laughing all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing," Ji Wan said seriously, "let's use a pillow, the toy is too small, you will definitely kick it off when you fall asleep at night."

Meng Buqing shook his head and refused: "I sleep in a very obedient position. I lie flat the whole time and don't move. I definitely won't kick around."

"Who have you slept with before?"

"No."

Ji Wan smiled: "Then how do you know? You don't feel anything when you move around while you're asleep."

Meng Buqing was extremely confident: "How do you know that I don't know."

"..."

Ji Wan is too lazy to continue talking with her, so it's fine if she insists.

With the medicine in her hand, she sat sideways on the edge of the bed.

In order to avoid spraying the medicine on the doll and making it dirty, he gently supported Meng Buqing's calf, suspended it some distance, and then sprayed it on the sprained ankle.

The twist was not severe, and the redness and swelling after the ice treatment was not exaggerated, but against the delicate and white skin of the ankle, it still looked very pitiful.

Spray the medicine soon.

Ji Wan got up, left the spray on the bedside table that she could see when she got up, and said with an elder's shelf: "Don't forget to continue taking medicine tomorrow."

"Okay." Meng Buqing put his face in his hands and smiled lazily on the bed, "Thank you teacher for taking care of me."

"..."

Ji Wan's face was solemn, the palms seemed to still have the warmth and tenderness of touching the skin.

She clenched her fist slightly.

He quickly turned off the lights, closed the door and left.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.The curtains were drawn tightly, and the small room was pitch black, and the sound of vehicles was also blocked by the double-glazed windows.

It was supposed to be an easy environment to sleep in.

But Meng Buqing couldn't sleep.

She opened her eyes, looking at the line of dim light that penetrated through the cracks in the tall curtains, and slowly pressed her hands on her chest, thinking about the distinct heartbeat when her body was pressing on Ji Wan just now.

Meng Buqing thought and thought, and felt that he should really fall in love.

Being single for too long makes my heart beat wildly!

That's Ji Wan, she is father's friend, most likely father's lover!A standard super invincible straight girl...

She closed her eyes tightly.

The heels are cushioned with soft plush toys, and the medicine has just been sprayed, so the sting of the sprain can no longer be felt.

Should be able to recover almost tomorrow.After another five or seven days, everything will be normal.

Whether it's a sprain or a heartbeat.

Thinking of this, Meng Buqing finally took off his hand on his chest and let it hang loosely by his side.Slowly enter the dreamland.

In the second half of the night, Meng Buqing, who was sound asleep, kicked the doll away unconsciously.

The little ghost rolled a few times and got under the bed.

She frowned and started dreaming.

The dream was intermittent, and when I was a child, I was thrown out of the study by my father with the collar. My mother came to her and said: Your father's books are all antiques, just like mother's bags, not for children to play with.

But when you are in the future, you can buy your own very expensive books or bags.up to you.

In a flash, there was another scene of her throwing herself on Ji Wan's body.

The room was filled with yellow and dim light. In the dream, she was very relaxed and courageous. Her eyes were fixed on Ji Wan's half-opened soft lips. There seemed to be a dark fire burning in her heart, so she couldn't help but bowed her head and kissed her. ——

Birds chirping outside the window woke her up.

Meng Buqing opened his eyes, his mind was blank, and he vaguely felt that he had had a terrible dream.Turning over and stuffing herself under the quilt, she gradually recalled the fragments in the warm environment.

His cheeks also gradually turned red.

Meng Buqing sat up abruptly, she couldn't believe that she was talking to Ji Wan in her dream...

"..."

After Meng Buqing washed, he leaned on the wall and jumped slowly into the living room.It was still early, but there was already a slight busy sound in the kitchen.

"Morning," Ji Wan held a bag of quick-frozen steamed buns in her hand, "Did you spray the medicine, do your feet still hurt?"

Seeing that she is still concerned about herself.

Meng Buqing became more and more ashamed, and said vaguely: "It's okay, if you don't walk, you won't feel uncomfortable anymore."

"That's good."

Meng Buqing sat down, collected himself, and opened the novel software.I am going to rack my brains to write a long review for my favorite Qi Wen, so as to divert my thoughts that should not appear when I am too idle.

As she took notes, she typed ideas into the memo.

Occasionally look through the comments to check for omissions.

Qi Min likes to echo back and forth, and there are quite a lot of clues given in the article.At a cursory glance, it is only a description, but on a closer look, every stroke of the pen turns out to be a foreshadowing that can be deduced.

She flipped through it, and suddenly came across the latest comment:

Obsessed with the night: [The writing is so bad, it’s so bad, it’s not as good as it was written by a high school student, and this can also be number one on the gold list?Take it. ]

Meng Buqing took a deep breath.

She had just been taking notes for a long time, trying to get rid of the cocoon, but she was trapped in the vast white mist lingering in the fragrance, and she had to be stabbed by the plot repeatedly from time to time, she was so angry that she rolled her eyes.

"What's the matter?" Ji Wan took the steamed frozen food and put it on the table, "Who messed with you in the morning, you have a displeased face."

"Nasty bastard for saying my favorite author sucks."

Ji Wan laughed immediately.

She took out her mobile phone without any trace, put it under the table to look at it, and asked, "Is it a bad review made by someone important?"

"It's not important at all." Meng Buqing put down the phone, picked up a steamed bun with chopsticks, and started to bite, "But I'm so angry, someone will definitely reply later, and there will be another quarrel."

Ji Wan asked curiously: "What will happen if you quarrel?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the author I like is too gentle and kind. Every time there is a quarrel, she will come out and say, thank you for your advice, don't quarrel. I don't like her being so gentle to Heizi."

Ji Wan pursed her lips, lowered her head and took a bite of the siu mai, and said slowly, "I'm not what you think."

"Ok?"

"Thank you for your advice. Don't quarrel. This is clearly a tone of indifference. Since she doesn't care, why are you angry?"

Meng Buqing was silent for a while, and said depressedly: "Because she is my baby. Of course I know that she is very strong and never cares about sunspots, but I can't control the thought of defending her."

"..."

"Why are you laughing all the time!" Meng Buqing glared at her fiercely.

Ji Wan tried her best to suppress the smile on her face, pointed to the phone with the screen turned off, and looked at her innocently: "The stock has just gone up."

"……Oh."

Meng Buqing thought she was laughing at herself, but it turned out to be a misunderstanding.

Dryly added: "Then congratulations."

Ji Wan sighed, thinking helplessly, what kind of fate is this.

She has been writing for nearly ten years, and she has met many warm-hearted readers. They all write long reviews, and they come to "leave for leave" because they can't read novels in the exam.

When the woods get bigger, there is always something bad about it.

But she has gained enough warmth, a little wind blowing, it is really nothing.

Ji Wan felt that she had only written a few novels, and that the author and the reader had equal status.It's not worth everyone's extra affection for her.And there is no chance to repay everyone.

So I often feel guilty.

So, the first day she knew that Meng Buqing was her reader, she saw the message she sent asking for help.Even if time is rushing to hold a conference, I still nail myself in the office and finish writing that small paper seriously.

Accidentally opened and signed the new book she bought.

In fact, you can pretend that the package was sent by mistake, or it was accidentally lost, and most of them are excuses.

But he still didn't hesitate to bother others, and went to Liu Yuan's house in person to exchange for twenty new books.Get things done before she gets out of school.

I just didn't want her to show a disappointed expression.

Even if it's just the disappointment of getting the book a few days late.

Between the reader and the author, this slender and unexpectedly tough line is actually two-way.

"..."

Meng Buqing had no idea what she was thinking.

She took out her phone again and refreshed the negative comment.Sure enough, Qi Wen's readers became angry.

Qi Yang: [Qi Min's articles are among the best in the entire Internet circle, thank you. ]

Obsessed with the night: [Any high school student who can write a good composition can beat the writing style, what kind of master can he become?How funny? ? ? ]

Nan Nan: [Which high school student has such refined writing and profound sentence making, can you give an example? ]

Lacquer Dao Dao's treasure: [Upstairs, click on the website and you can see that the host is also a signed author, maybe she is the high school student herself. ]

Nan Nan: [Thank you upstairs, I will go to read it right now! ]

The corners of Meng Buqing's lips turned up, and a smile of watching the excitement flashed in his eyes. He really is a jealous colleague!He didn't even cut the trumpet, so it's considered dead, right?

She continued to watch.

I don't know whether it's the wrong number or the gangster who can see the column starts to panic.

Obsessed with the night: [I didn't say I was, did I?I just say that Qi Min's level is not as good as some high school students who can win prizes for their compositions.It's just objective truth, so don't pick me up. ]

Seeing this, Meng Buqing became a little angry again.

Afraid to see her darling Wen Wenzai, she replied modestly: Thank you for your advice.Do not argue.

Down, there is indeed a green font of the author's reply.

Meng Buqing looked up suddenly.

Qi Min replied: [The evaluation systems for online writing and composition are completely different.If you insist on bringing it out, then, maybe you are lucky enough to have participated in the same composition competition as me, if you have noticed-my name is behind the grand prize. ]

The line of words reflected on the screen of the mobile phone is neither long nor short, and I have read it several times in a short time.

Meng Buqing's eyes widened, and she was too excited to speak for a moment.

She didn't know what happened.

All I know is that in so many years, this is the first time that her family's gentle and elegant Qi Wenwen has fought back and provoked trouble.

"..."

Ji Wan leisurely ate the last bun, and stuffed the phone into her pocket casually.