follow my heart

Meng Buqing finished his meal and went back to his small study to play games.

As soon as she went online, she was immediately pulled to the team formation page.Turning on the voicemail in the team, everyone was talking about missing her, asking her what she was busy with these days and why she was not free.

Meng Buqing thought for a few seconds, and gave up on this too complicated matter: "Don't ask, hurry up and open it."

"Okay," a boy said cheerfully, "It's not enough to fall in love."

Soon a boy answered: "Hahahaha, are you kidding me, our sister Meng is a monk, we must observe the precepts and clear rules!"

Meng Buqing: "I'll kill you in a moment, and let you see how I abide by the rules."

Just a few words of nonsense, and the game will start soon.

Meng Buqing's level is not very good, but it is not a big problem to hang ordinary players.Moreover, he has a cheerful personality, generous shots, and often gives girls skins, so that he has gained a lot of horses in the game.

She also occasionally utters a few bad words.

Only when taking girls is very civilized and never curses.

Until it gradually became quiet outside the window, the nearby trams were out of service, and the bustling traffic disappeared.Meng Buqing glanced at the time, and closed her dry eyes forcefully: "It's already 02:30, I don't want to play anymore. Go to sleep."

After greeting them, put down the phone.

Meng Buqing remembered that she still had novels to update.

Teacher Qi Min's new books are published at a very fast speed after the full text is deposited, and ten chapters are updated every day.It is said to ensure that readers have the pleasure of fluent reading.

Therefore, readers who follow updates are willing to write long comments every day.

After Meng Buqing took a shower, he entered the room with his mobile phone, ready to lie down happily and watch today's update.

This new book, which begins with a line from Shakespeare, is a love story set in the Republic of China.The main line is family, country and world, as always, Guang Weizheng.

The main line itself is very attractive, but Meng Buqing likes the side line the most, the vulgar and well-behaved young lady and the eunuch's adopted daughter with a cold personality.With just a few strokes, I wrote a somewhat paranoid, a bit like a magnificent palace suspended on the dead branches and leaves.

Meng Buqing likes the role of Qin Zhaoru the most.

She came from a poor family background, her mother was a prostitute, and she was sent to be adopted by an old eunuch.Fortunately, he was born smart, and was selected to study in Xin's Academy by mistake.

Others claimed that she was the adopted daughter of a eunuch, "a slave is not worthy of the same school as a master", on the surface she was calm, but she tore up the girl's homework behind her back.

At the beginning of the story, she obviously didn't like Nanyuan, but she kept hanging on to the eldest lady, using her favor to seduce her, and deliberately teased her.

Most readers thought she was a bad character.

Only later did I know that Qin Zhaoru also liked Nanyuan.

A little bullying is on the surface, but in fact, it protects everywhere in invisible places.

Because I like it too, I dare not reveal it.I'm afraid this is just a momentary pleasure for Miss Nan's family, and after being abandoned, she will be completely unable to turn over.

Nanyuan gave her an amulet, which she sincerely asked for when she went to the temple with her family.

But was ridiculed by Qin Zhaoru.

She said: "I learned to be blind at the age of three, pretending to be a child prodigy, sitting in the streets and alleys to tell fortunes, and if I was not sure, I would be beaten... Tell me, do I believe that this broken talisman can protect people?"

Later in the day and night together, the relationship between the two is getting better and better.

On the day when Qin Zhaoru received the admission letter, joy overwhelmed her sense of inferiority, and was finally ready to ask Nanyuan to express her affection.But I got the news that the other party planned to study abroad.

Many years later.

Qin Zhaoru was funded to study abroad to learn new technologies for making missiles, and reunited with Nanyuan abroad.The two spent a period of time together without any restraint.

Nanyuan needs to return to China to get married.

After persuasion, Nan's family agreed that Nanyuan, who had returned with a Ph.D., would go to Peking to teach.The two settled down in Beiping, and Qin Zhaoru was ordered to go to Kunming.

As soon as she left on her front foot, Beiping was bombed by Japanese planes on her back foot.The university also lost two buildings, and there were countless casualties, including Nanyuan.

Originally, when the alarm sounded, Nan Yuan had a chance to escape.

But she didn't run away, she turned back and wanted to bring Qin Zhaoru's design.In order to keep her work hard, she was blown to pieces.

After Nanyuan died, Qin Zhaoru went half-mad.

Qin Zhaoru, a person who never believed in ghosts and gods, became crazily credulous and believed in all kinds of great fairies and witches who were cheated of all his money.She sat in front of the statue with her eyes closed, all she could think about was seeing Nan Yuan again.

In the lingering incense, she seemed peaceful, but trembling all over because she was lonely because she couldn't see Nan Yuan.In the hustle and bustle, the whole body was as cold as falling into Abi Hell.

Someone told the sorceress that Qin Zhaoru is a decisive and ruthless character, and it would be best not to provoke him.

The sorceress disdained: "No matter how wise and powerful you were before, now you are just a half-crazy, half-stupid woman with no relatives and no friends. If you don't bully her, who will you bully?"

When Qin Zhaoru was crying, Meng Buqing sobbed too.

While wiping away her tears, she tried her best to see the next plot clearly.

It's all memory killing.

for example:

Qin Zhaoru saw Nan Yuan approaching, and hurriedly hid the cigar that was shining brightly between his fingers.

Qin Zhaoru was awarded a military rank, lying in bed fantasizing about Nanyuan...

Qin Zhaoru is always indulgent, coaxing Nanyuan to do some bad things that she wants to do but dare not do.

Also, on countless sleepless nights, she would read the diary that Nanyuan gave her.

It records the scene when the two were classmates.

Once I did something bad in school and was caught by the teacher.

Nanyuan wrote in his diary:

Criticizing in public should be ashamed. When we read our names together, the teacher’s voice was low and serious, as if he was reading a solemn love letter.

I looked down, blushing hot.Because of this secret joy, he became more and more ashamed.

……

Seeing this line of diary, Meng Buqing cried even louder. The contrast between the sweet and wailing scenes before and the loneliness of the abyss made her heart throb with pain.

She dropped her cell phone and went from sobbing to howling.

After crying a few times, remembering that there were others at home, I covered my mouth and sobbed softly.

...Qi Min, you have no heart! ! !

Meng Buqing covered her mouth and cried, until her brain swelled from crying.

She got up from the bed, walked lightly, and planned to pour a glass of water before going to sit in the living room to calm down.

Walking to the door, the door was knocked twice.

"what happened to you?"

Ji Wan's voice was a bit worried, and it seemed soft and soft in the night.

Meng Buqing sniffed, quickly pulled up the hem of his clothes and wiped his face, opened the door and said, "It's nothing, I just finished playing a game with someone."

Ji Wan stared at her, thoughtfully: "You made yourself cry."

"No!" Meng Buqing was a little embarrassed, "I read some books and was moved!"

He turned sideways and slipped through the gap between her body and the door.

Meng Buqing ran to the kitchen to boil water for drinking.

Behind him, Ji Wan unexpectedly followed.She thoughtfully helped her get a cup: "What book?"

Of course Meng Buqing couldn't tell her that he was reading Lily's novel.

She said vaguely: "A love novel with the background of the Republic of China, there is a character whose lover was killed by a plane bombed by the Japanese devils!" She couldn't help swearing in a low voice, "Damn..."

After the words fell, he sucked his nose again.

"Crying because of this?"

"Um……"

In the dim light, Meng Buqing seemed to see the corners of her lips curved.

In a flash, she suspected that she was wrong.

Because in the next second, Ji Wan raised her hand and patted her on the shoulder to comfort her: "Don't think about it anymore, drink a little water, and it's time to sleep after a rest. The plot will always get better."

The deep and soft voice is very pleasant.

Meng Buqing's attention was diverted, he was silent for a moment, and asked curiously: "Don't you think I am so old, so excited about the novel, is it childish?"

"No," Ji Wan grinned, "I think you're cute."

"..."

Meng Buqing looked at her carefully.Maybe it was night, when the hazy moonlight cast into the room where the lights were not turned on, she looked extraordinarily gentle, without any hidden needles in the daytime.

"Why are you so gentle tonight?"

"No." The voice was still very patient.

Meng Buqing reacted.

She must have seen that she was in a bad mood, that's why she was so friendly and caring.Even the boiling water has to come over to have a look.

He also offered to hold the cup for himself.

Meng Buqing's affection for her suddenly doubled, raised his face, and simply opened his arms and said coquettishly: "Then can you give me a hug?"

"..."

Ji Wan froze, didn't agree, and didn't say no for a moment.

His eyes flickered.

Meng Buqing didn't care what she was hesitating, and if she didn't refuse, she agreed.She took half a step forward, reached out to wrap her arms around Ji Wan's waist, and squeezed it tightly, the body in her arms was warm and soft.

Most of the emptiness in my heart has been filled.

Can't help sighing: "You are so kind, you are not vicious at all, you are different from the heartless woman like Qi Wen."

"..."

Ji Wan remained silent.