follow my heart

"..."

Meng Buqing's heart was beating wildly, but he stood still for a while, without any movement.

The vehicle outside the window was driving on the road, and the whistle sounded suddenly, and the piercing sound brought people back to their senses.

The details that I didn't pay attention to at the beginning, ancient books, lilac flowers.Everything becomes logical.

Ji Wan is clearly a person with excellent tutoring, but occasionally she feels unnaturally "contemptuous" towards Qi Min.It turned out that she was not looking down on Internet authors, but self-effacing. She has always been a self-deprecating person.

The image of the mysterious and beautiful girl "Qi Wen" imagined by Meng Buqing in his own words, suddenly turned into powder, and was replaced by Ji Wan's face.The real Qi Min's face.

now that……

Then all things can actually be logical.

Cui Youran's strange reaction when he came to the house that day.

She must have sensed something was wrong, first she told Meng Buqing without restraint, and only after confirming it did she help Ji Wan hide it.

No wonder the rhetoric is somewhat inconsistent.

No wonder there was a weird vibe between the two of them.

Cui Youran insisted that Ji Wan was crooked, and asked her why, but she couldn't tell why.

"..."

Meng Buqing suppressed his beating heart, carefully put the notebook back into the box, and then quickly went upstairs to return it to the original owner.At this moment, I am not in the mood to find any elementary school yearbooks anymore.

She sat in the living room, looking at the scene outside the large glass.

Looking up, I can see the white clouds, soaked in the brilliance of the sunset, the sky is a solemn canvas, and the clouds are dazzled with the color of oil painting, which is gorgeously beautiful.

The notebooks on the coffee table are placed quietly, reflecting the faint afterglow.

Thinking about it now, this computer should be used by Ji Wan for writing, no wonder she asked for the minimum memory when she bought it.If it is only used to store documents, the minimum memory is indeed more than enough.

Meng Buqing lowered his head and slammed his chin on the pillow in thought.Slowly, he remembered what he said unscrupulously in front of Ji Wan——

"Is it because she persuades me so easily that I want to sleep with her?"

"She is my favorite author, like no one! I will like it in my life!"

Meng Buqing pulled his face in despair, feeling embarrassed after knowing it.

She even hugged Ji Wan's waist and said bad things about Qi Min face to face.

"..."

She touched her hot face, and the author she had liked for many years actually lived in her own home.Excited and shy, with the illusory lightness of winning the jackpot, but also mixed with inexplicable flustered grievances.

It's so...

What should I do now...

—

Ji Wan got off work later than usual, and when she got home, Meng Buqing had already eaten.

The food left on the table still has temperature.

Meng Buqing put her face in her hands, and said in a moderate voice to the mobile phone: "I also expected her to write Nanyuan's accident as a misunderstanding, but she was actually receiving treatment in the hospital, and she would be with Qin Zhaoru in the end. Huh."

As she spoke, she looked at Ji Wan from the reflection of the glass cabinet in front of her.

Continue to complain: "Qi Min always likes to throw knives casually, only the protagonist can be successful, anyway, the other supporting roles are tool people."

"..."

Ji Wan seemed to pause when she changed her shoes.

"I only read Liu Yuan's articles now, and I recommend you to read them as well. They are very good. Every book is written very sweetly," Meng Buqing said emphatically, "It's completely different from some writers who don't have a heart."

"..."

After the words fell, Meng Buqing raised his eyes and looked at Ji Wan in front of him.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Ji Wan seemed to glare at her.

Meng Buqing: "The food is not cold yet, you can eat it directly after filling it."

A flat tone of normal speech.

Ji Wan nodded slightly, went in and washed her hands.

From a distance, she heard Meng Buqing tirelessly recommending Liu Yuan to the people on the phone, praising her as the only one in the world, what a conscientious author she is.

Ji Wan came out wiping the drops of water on her hands, thinking rather palatably, as for praising her so well?

And why do you want to drag and trample her... This poor kid.

Very heartless.

Ji Wan had no expression on her face, she sat still and moved her chopsticks, noticing that the person opposite was staring at her for a moment.

"what happened?"

"No," Meng Buqing tilted his face and asked innocently, "I remember that you have read a lot of books, have you ever met the kind of author who deliberately treats the supporting role as a tool, and gives a random ending?"

Ji Wan said with a demure expression: "No, the characters have corresponding roles in the article regardless of their primary or secondary roles. According to you, the protagonist is also called a tool man."

Meng Buqing nodded, and said in a careless and unreasonable tone: "But the protagonist is consummated. Is the role of the supporting role to set off the happiness of the protagonist with pity? Is the author who writes like that too bad?"

Ji Wan lowered her eyelashes, didn't look at her, and explained lightly: "The role of the supporting role promotes the development of the plot, if you judge whether the author's creation is intentional based on the character's ending, it's because your vision is too shallow. "

Meng Buqing continued to force her words: "I don't think she is careless, I just think she is doing bad things with her heart, which is very disgusting."

"..."

Ji Wan doesn't want to talk to her anymore.

Meng Buqing snorted and said, "It seems that you agree with me."

"Do you know how high the death rate was from bureaucrats to ordinary people in that era? Have you calculated the death rate of the characters in the full text?" Ji Wan said unbearably, "It's not the author pushing the supporting characters to die, it's the people who Martyred in war!"

At that time, the situation was constantly changing, and people were trapped in the dark and turbulent waves and struggled to save themselves. How many heaven's favorites died before they left the teacher, and how many ambitions were not fulfilled.Undead, what kind of novel is history as the background.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Meng Buqing's eyes were slightly rounded, and she asked in an innocent tone that seemed to be shocked: "Why are you angry?"

Ji Wan froze for a moment, lowering her eyes as if nothing had happened.

She stared at the delicious dishes in front of her, and said softly, "No, why am I angry."

"Oh," Meng Buqing smiled, "How do you know the background of that novel?"

"..."

"Oh," Meng Buqing said in a tone of sudden realization, and the smile on his lips deepened, "I told you a long time ago that I was reading a novel with an anti-Japanese background. Your memory is really good."

Ji Wan nodded: "It's okay."

It was rare for her to have no make-up today, the incandescent lamp reflected her face as bright as snow, and her clean face was as young as a college student.Childish and elegant, soft but not soft.

Meng Buqing stared at her silently for a while, and after a while, he remembered that he still had something to say.

She looked away and asked softly, "Do you think readers shouldn't be dissatisfied with the author for writing a very popular character to death?"

"It shouldn't. If you feel that way, it means that her writing skills are not strong enough, and she can't write well." Ji Wan didn't raise her eyes, her tone was always gentle, "In this case, you can pick out a few other well-written books to read." , don't waste your time on poorly written novels."

"..."

Meng Buqing sneered in his heart, here he is again, and he likes to belittle himself again.

What a stink!

If you write poorly, other people's books should be burned.

Meng Buqing raised his hand and brushed the broken hair next to his ear, stared at her face, and said with great interest: "So I already like other authors now, reading novels written by her will make me happy every day."

"..."

Ji Wan didn't say a word.

She clenched her chopsticks slightly and ate quietly.

—

At night, a round of cold moon hanging among the treetops is silent.

The lights were on in the study room, and the hot tea in Ji Wan's hand was steaming, and it gradually cooled down over time.

She is rarely reading online novels on the computer.

Clauses follow clauses, and even clauses with several words form separate paragraphs.

After a few simple fragments, immediately leave a blank line, and continue to describe the action in the next paragraph.The format of this standard online article is carefully designed to allow readers to quickly extract the key points when reading, the simplest and most comfortable reading format.

But Ji Wan was very uncomfortable.

Ji Wan is used to reading ancient books in traditional characters with dense typesetting, perhaps reading various traditional literature books with piles of descriptions piled up together.

When she writes herself, she also likes to use long and short sentences in combination, so that the content of the description is richer.Paragraphs are separated by only one space.

The content is simple and the writing skills are good.

The plot is too bland.Ji Wan opened the comment area, except for those who shouted sweetly, those who screamed.

She scrolled down for a while, and finally saw a comment that guessed the plot: [Although I know that they will officially confess their love together after the third year of high school, but they can't hinder me! ]

Ji Wan frowned slightly, looking at the time, this is not a spoiler for readers that appeared at the end.

After stopping to rest for a while, she continued to look down.

After the two protagonists got bored with fifty chapters, they really confessed their love after the college entrance examination.

Ji Wan thought, is this kind of plot set up so as not to affect the protagonist's college entrance examination?

Then the reader can guess why.

Do young readers today also have the awareness that they cannot fall in love before the college entrance examination?Ji Wan frowned, but she couldn't find a proper answer and explanation after reading the whole book.

She is a bit obsessive-compulsive, perhaps because of the author's occupational disease.

Immediately go back and re-read to find clues.

"..."

Another two and a half hours later.

Cui Youran, who was lying in bed, had just put on her earphones, planning to go to sleep after listening to the radio play happily.

The phone rang for a new message.

Click it, and find that it is Qi Min.

She immediately sat up straight and looked closely at the words on the screen.

Qi Wen: [Why does Nan Ziyuan confess to Cheng Cheng only after the third year of high school?I saw that guess in the comment area of ​​Chapter 21, and in other chapters, some readers also said.I re-read the front, but I didn't find any relevant clues. Is there a dark line written somewhere? ]

Liu Yuan was startled, and hurriedly typed a reply: [Because the website does not allow writing about puppy love, puppy love will be warned by the editor... You, a person who writes adult stories, don't understand the pain of avoiding it. ]

Liu Yuan: [? ? ? ? ]

Liu Yuan: [Boss, why did you suddenly read my article in the middle of the night, is there something wrong...]

She wondered anxiously, could it be that the editor was afraid that her physical book would not be sold, so she contacted Qi Wen specifically to ask her to write a recommendation.

Qi Wen: [It's nothing. ]

Qi Min: [Just to see how sweet your writing is, let my kids praise you all night. ]

She reposted a kind smile: [Excuse me. ]

Cui Youran: "..."

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