My roommate is my BL reader

I feel that God is sticking to me.

No matter how Zhao Yun looked at it, he didn't look as interesting as Xiang Xiangzhao.

In addition to pesticides and masturbation, Ying Zhao also plays sword three.He is a militant, without love.Playing Ba Dao (Is that the name?)

He kept pulling me to play, I built a Shaolin bald head, and ended up fainting in the 3D map.Then I became a Buddha and stopped going.

He pulled the magic stick to play, the magic stick did his job, Chunyang.

Both of them are from the Valley of the Wicked, robbing and killing people every day.It couldn't be worse.

I think I can write a novel called "818 Spicy Dog Knife and the Demonic Way"

But before starting the novel, you have to get acquainted with Jiansan first.

I especially like Hidden Sword Villa, their school uniforms are so beautiful!The golden light is shining, and you can see that you are very rich!

The plot song of Jiansan is so cruel that I have no intention of typing.

I especially like Tibetan Sword X Qixiu.

***

Ching Ming Festival.

I went home to visit the grave.

The magic stick returned to the Taoist temple.Many people make appointments for rituals during the Ching Ming Festival.

So Ying Zhao became a left-behind child, sending WeChat messages to harass me every day.As a last resort, I said: Then you come to my house to play.

Ying Zhao: (^o^)/

When my mother saw Ying Zhao, the first thing she said was: "Little Ya'er Mao Lao is beautiful."

Ying Zhao kept laughing, and asked me privately: What did Auntie say?

Me: Say you look silly.

Ying Zhao: o(╥﹏╥)o

He went to visit the grave with me.

My mother said we were like brothers.She regretted that she didn't have another one back then.

Ying Zhao's mouth is too sweet, auntie, auntie keeps barking.After getting along for several years, his normal hair is already very accurate.

My mother: Oh, eat more vegetables.

When I wanted to pick up a chicken leg, my mother knocked it off with a chopstick and gave it to Ying Zhao.

I smile.

When I went back to school, the girlfriend of a buddy in the dormitory next door brought me the green dough made by my grandma. It was super delicious!

I eat so much that I want to be her grandma’s grandson_(:з)∠)_

***

Something happened, I opened Word and sent it for a long time.

Ying Zhao saw that I was in a bad mood and played a Hokkien song.

Me: It sounds good.

Ying Zhao: This is my dad's favorite song.

I smile.

☆、Temporary end

The magic stick is really cheating on me.

Zhao Yun is not gay, nor is he a rotten boy.It's just a simple family background, reading a lot of books, and occasionally dabbling in social phenomenon novels-danmei literature.

This is what he honestly explained when I looked at Zhao Yun who came back from the library late at night with strange eyes.

He said: Rather than saying that I have a crush on Ying Zhao, it is better to say that the fate of the god stick is not over, and my heart is sprouting.

Me: Hey!

It turned out to be Ying Zhao with the single arrow of the magic stick!

Yingzhao this disaster!

I insinuated.

Ying Zhao: What should I do?The palms of the hands and the backs of the hands are full of meat, why don't you both join my harem!

Me: Get out!

Ying Zhao ying ying.

God stick:……

Is Ying Zhao really stupid?Maybe play dumb.

Some things he knows are impossible, so he doesn't take them to heart.

Like feelings that shouldn't exist.

I'm really sorry for the readers who followed the article, this is a story with a tragic ending.

In fact, it's okay.We will always be best friends.

[How many people, in the name of friends, engage in love affairs]

I have a particularly good editor.

Although I'm an idiot who can't afford it, she still gave me the list for the sake of my efforts to update.I am very grateful to her.

The last few times I went to her to join V, she encouraged me and said that every time I found my cover very interesting.

I am inexplicably confident.

Then this book will be cold.

I think the next time I go to see her, I should gently mention that I don't need to give me a mouthful of tainted milk. (laughing and crying

Ying Zhao said that he heard from the girlfriend of the brother in the next bedroom, it seems that our danmei literature circle has not been peaceful recently.

Me: The carnival and eating melons are all theirs, I'm just a Xianyu typewriter.

Ying Zhao occasionally glances at my comment section.He counted it for me, and the most in one chapter of the serialization period was 30 comments.Even if the article has been finished for a long time, it has not broken a hundred.

Probably gave up on myself for a few days.

A new Thai restaurant has opened downtown.Ying Zhao took me and Shenzhu to go there once, and I will start a new article when I come back.

Modern Danmei is a very popular channel in Jinjiang. There are many authors and the list is very crowded.And the list also depends on the income. Only when the income is good can it be the turn of the list.An idle fish like me, just...

Ying Zhao glanced at my favorites: You need to be cool again.

Me: It’s okay, let’s add a few hundred more.With the Chinese New Year red envelope money, I can get a new computer!

Sometimes I feel very distressed when readers throw mines at me.

After I finished, I would not look back at the article I wrote. Occasionally, I clicked in and glanced at it, and I thought: What kind of JB stuff did I write.

So I feel sorry for the 20 readers.

A senior said it well, in Jinjiang, no matter how bad your writing is, there will always be angels who will read it.

Ying Zhao: Wake up, it's time to go to class!If you are late, Prince Duan will kill you!

He glanced at the comment section on my computer and counted seven.

Ying Zhao: Although heaven rewards hard work, hard work is futile without talent.

I feel very guilty.

The outdated codeword machine should be eliminated.

Ying Zhao applauded for me: Congratulations on knowing yourself correctly!Where shall we go on Friday?I'll cover your airfare.

Me: ...let's talk about it after I save enough manuscripts.

Saw a Weibo.

Like something because it can bring you happiness.If you are not happy, then give up.

Ying Zhao: If you dawdle any longer, you're going to be late! ! !

I am coming!

Thanks to every reader who came to my article.

Paper is short and love is long, kiss you thousands of times.

The author has something to say: The first practice book "The Master of the Devil's Cult" has 26 words, and there were 2 readers during the serialization period.One of them is Sister Tao Zi! She is still chasing after my text, although she is obsessed with Jiansan, she will occasionally bubble up.

I will probably never forget her.

There is a modern derivative article, written for driving, made a big, big mistake, and it is a black history that I will never erase.

The second 10-word "I'm Not a Devil Emperor" has 3 readers.Because a reader said that it was not enjoyable to read, so I later opened a copy of "Talking Tuberculosis".But that reader is gone.After that, I wrote several free articles one after another, and I wrote them for fun when I was bored.There is no logic.

----

When I wrote "Talking Tuberculosis", I officially signed a contract as the author of Jinjiang. 50 words, 200 readers during the serialization period, and almost the same at the end.

I vomited blood when I was writing "Words Are Not Worthy", (during that time I was in poor health, busy with life, and my head was bald...) I had to close my pen several times. 46 words, more than 20 readers.

"My Devil is Merciful and Sweet" has 35 words.This book had the best grades, and there was actually 2 manuscript fees when it was finished.It's a huge sum of money!400 readers during the serialization, 200 left at the end.

"Entertainment Circle" has 40 words, 200 readers during the serialization period, 100 readers in the later period, and 50 readers at the end.

"53" is expected to be 100 million words, and now it has 100 readers. I don't know how many will be at the end...

I'm all confused right now, not many on my list.Where did Big Brother Qing Ge discover me...

And Baby Tang Yi.Your name collides with a major supporting character in a novel I'm planning to write.So very impressed.

But it's okay, this novel is cut in half (yes, it's a kitchen knife)

There is a sister who is about to leave, who has changed from a reader to an author.Very good, the newcomer's first book is very good.But you are old, I have finished several books, and you haven't finished it yet.Hope you can stick with it.

There are many readers, thank you for coming~

☆、Diary 1

Reminds me of a particularly...dirty thing.Boys, get together and talk about fitness, sports, women... In fact, I really don't understand why they like a group of people to watch discordant movies.

One day, the brother from the next bedroom came to visit.The smile is very wretched, and lewd and slutty.The dormitory in our school is in the form of an apartment with a big living room.

A group of people gathered in the living room, watching an island movie.

Others were very excited, but then, I, Ying Zhao, and Shengun all fell asleep.By the time we woke up, they had finished watching.And looked at us with complicated eyes.

It didn't take long for the rumors to spread.

Ying Zhao, Xu Miao and Zhang Wuji are gay!They don't feel anything about porn!

I:……

It was an unfortunate day.

I stayed up late to code, and I was too sleepy.So as soon as I sat on the sofa, I pulled a blanket and fell asleep.

Ying Zhao played games all night, and he fell on his head as soon as he leaned on it.

The magic stick is empty of all four things, and has no interest in the affairs of men and women.

***

In the past few days, I took the time to go to Mount Putuo.

I went there by high-speed rail.

The magic stick is Taoist, so I didn't go there.

In fact, it is quite difficult to say.Obviously Taoism is the native religion of ZG, but it is not as popular as monks.

Ying Zhao didn't know why he was crazy, and suddenly dragged me to worship Buddha.While waiting for the train at the high-speed rail station, I was coding and Ying Zhao was playing games, and we both missed the train.So embarrassing.

Change to the afternoon.We had lunch at a snack bar near the high-speed rail station.look around.All are in Sha County.It's too powerful.

After sitting for several hours, I arrived at the station, then changed trains and took a boat.God knows, I haven't been on a boat in years.My stomach was like an ocean, overwhelming and disgusting.

Then there is accommodation.Because it is the weekend, it is basically full, so I can only find a homestay.Not easy to find either.It took a long time to come across a vacant room.Needless to say, the price increase on weekends, the two of them nestled in the small attic, damn it, staying for one night was equivalent to my manuscript fee for writing a novel.

I comforted myself, you see Mr. Cao, the author of the classic Dream of Red Mansions, also died of starvation... At least you won't starve to death now...

In the evening, he and Ying Zhao went to the beach to play.It's quite subtle. Basically, those who come to Putuo are people who are old, experienced, experienced and have a past.Or couples come to seek marriage, two handsome young men like us, it is really a spectacle.

Ying Zhao piled sand, and I sat on the bench in a daze.Facing the magnificent sea, let your mind go empty.Suddenly I heard him say: It would be nice if you were a girl.We can get by.

I was stunned: I'm a girl, and I don't like you either.

Ying Zhao: ...

Me: less dreaming.

He was particularly aggrieved: I just want to find someone who knows everything, and I don't want to have another heart-to-heart relationship, can't I?

I can.Many thanks to Yue Lao.

There are barbecue stalls on the beach.Ying Zhao wanted to eat, but I stopped him.The seafood is not cooked well, and it is very troublesome to eat it bad.His young master's body is very precious, if something happens to him, it will be fatal.

The so-called attic is a bed, a small table, and a small toilet inside.Turning around, the two hit each other.I was typing on the small table, and Ying Zhao checked Weibo.

Read it when you see something funny.During the period when he just broke up, he often saw that my ex was the best.

I joked that I was going to open a trumpet and call my roommate the best.

He glared at me angrily, and then played a Hokkien song.

A swordsman drama song was mixed in, about pure yang.It seems that most of the Taoist drama songs are full of conflicts between good and evil, and finally end in tragedy.

Ying Zhao sneered: You son of a bitch.If I want to like her, it doesn't matter if she is a witch or a witch.

Me: ...I might be a pure male scumbag.

I think I am a very rational person when dealing with feelings, especially love.If I stand in the position of pure yang, I will choose morality.

The love between my sons and daughters really affected my ability to walk freely in the rivers and lakes.

Ying Zhao: Scumbag!Oh no, scumbag!

Me: ... attack.Boots.

I went to worship the Buddha the next day.In a small temple on a very secluded mountain, I saw a little nun who was about 18 years old, maybe even younger.She looks very beautiful and has a refined temperament.She closed her eyes and prayed devoutly to Buddha.

Then I thought, why did she become a monk?

Suddenly, I thought of Master Yideng's daughter, a teacher of literature.Fortunately, she ended up getting married instead of becoming a monk.

After hearing the news of her marriage, many boys in the class got drunk.

***

In fact, I also don't understand, when Empress Nuwa created human beings, why so much yellow mud was mixed into the proportion of men.As a result, most men are turbid, heavy on flesh and lust.

An infatuated kind who holds hands like Ying Zhao is quite rare.

Then there is the sign, what I want to ask now is the code word.How should I put it, at first it was impulsive, then I liked it, and then it became an attachment.It seems that code words have become a part of life.

If you stick to something you like and stick to it until the end, you should not leave any regrets when you close the coffin.

But when the attachment becomes heavy, I feel stupid when I close the coffin. ·

I didn't ask Miao Zhu to release the lottery, so I read the meaning myself, it's pretty miserable, not a good lottery.

Sitting in front of the computer for a long time will suffer from various problems...

***

It's time to write a thesis while practicing.

Zhao Yun is a study committee member, so he broke his heart.Seeing that I like code words so much, he recommended me to do an internship in a TV station.

I said I was dumb and couldn't do interviews.

He said that he is an editor and writes soft articles.

After thinking about it, I still didn't go.Not used to the atmosphere of TV.It probably has something to do with the fact that I once read a scumbag TV station circle article.

pull back.

What should be Zhaoqiu is marriage.Miao Zhu said: Don't rush, wait.Your next partner is the person to spend your life with.So, don't be in a hurry.

Donated some sesame oil money, and then started the mountain climbing trip.I had just finished the operation, and I hadn't fully recovered yet, so I couldn't move halfway up, so I asked Ying Zhao to carry me on the back.Fortunately, it is a remote mountain with few passers-by, otherwise the two big men stacked together would be ambiguous enough.Back to the top of the mountain, Ying Zhao was out of breath: Damn, don't eat at night! Lose weight!

I don't.

Looking at the sky, looking at the cloud, looking at him, imagining how he got married, and then I burst into tears.Tears pooled in the eye sockets, as if they were about to drip.

It feels like the pigs that have been raised for a long time have been sold.My son will eventually grow up.

Ying Zhao was startled by me, "Can you eat ten bowls of rice tonight?"

I bother.

Then I went back the same way, and it was early in the morning when I arrived at the dormitory.

When I was a freshman, Ying Zhao and I had a bad relationship.How should I put it, because I don't like to take the initiative to make friends. Anyway, I don't have much common language, and after graduation, I have to go my separate ways.

Making friends here refers to the kind of heart-to-heart.

That is to say, if you are very second-degree, you can use both ribs, or help you diabolize your enemy twice.

Somehow I got mixed up with him.Maybe in the dark, he is my son in a previous life.

Ying Zhao: You fucking took advantage of me again!

I think about who else is fun in my class.

There is a girl who likes to draw.Our major has nothing to do with painting, just because there is an awesome art teacher who occasionally cultivates our sentiments, she signed up for this major.

Then I learned painting from this teacher and planned to study abroad in France.

She especially likes playing games, and Jiansan is very good at playing games.Occupation seems to be Miss Cannon.

There is also a Sichuan girl who can dance pole dance.She is very enthusiastic, but some girls don't like her, thinking she is too outgoing.

There is also a girl who often goes to bars in the middle of the night to work part-time.She's really just a work-study program...

How to say such things as rumors.The mouth grows on other people, you can't control what they say.But you can choose to cover your ears.

The little gay guy on the opposite side hasn't come to harass Ying Zhao since he had a boyfriend.

Zhao Yun still looks like a dog, wandering around in the team of tutors and graduate students dressed like a beast.

correct.Thinking of one incident, Brother Hui made a certain girlfriend's belly bigger, and the woman clamored to give birth.In the end, it still didn't survive and was destroyed.Our dormitory pooled up some money and bought some supplements for the girls.

The magic stick rubbed his hands, wanting to take the opportunity to popularize the harm of the aborted baby spirit to the mother: miss sister, do you know about the baby spirit?Do you know about the [-]% discount on Buddhist rituals at the same school?

I covered my mouth and dragged me away.At this juncture, just shut up.

Ying Zhao has a sweet mouth and comforts girls one set at a time.

The girl had been silent until suddenly she began to cry.

Girls are too emotional and too easily hurt.

***

A girl plucked up the courage to ask me, isn't Ying Zhao really a couple?They all made a bet.

I'm not.

Why can a straight guy have so much fun with a roommate who writes BL novels without any scruples.

Here are three reasons.

First, Ying Zhao loves to play.He knew he couldn't bend, so he didn't feel burdened.

Second, I'm not gay.

Third, straight men just don't particularly like sissies.It's probably the kind of smearing, talking and talking, not buddies, but sisters.

***

There is still a difference between danmei and gay literature.

Danmei is, I like you, and you happen to be of the same sex as me.

Gay literature is, I don't like the opposite sex, I only like the same sex.

How should I put it in the gay circle?There are also self-cleaning, but very few.Don't say that society persecutes them, it's really that they themselves are too messed up.

What I can't tolerate the most is cheating on marriage.

A girl met a boy through a blind date, tall, rich and handsome.All kinds of affection before marriage, after marriage and childbirth, become indifferent.The girl had a keen intuition and felt that there was someone outside him, but later found out that it was a man.

Then the man sent all kinds of vicious text messages to insult the girl.The girl was mentally fragile, and finally divorced, and the custody of the child was not taken away.

Quite sad.

One day I clicked into the bar of my wife, and it really shattered my three views.

Gay Wife: Gay Wives

Some are victims' posts, and some are loli's slanderous remarks.It’s not that it discriminates against loli, it’s just that 14-18 years old is the time to shape the three views. Reading some novels with the three views is really easy to distort values.

Some people can distinguish between reality and fiction, but some people will be subtly affected.Seeing some 16- and 7-year-old little girls who are proud of their same wives, I really...

Silly girl, if I were your father, I would slap you to death with one slap, and then stab to death that idiot who cheated on marriage.

I would really go crazy if I imagined that my daughter was cheated into marriage and abandoned.

By the way, it is very precocious now, it should be 12-18 years old.

***

Every time I start a new article, I want to write about a sloppy hero, but then I am bound by an invisible hand.Such as Professor Jiang.I originally, really wanted to write a peerless villain.

But bad guys don't deserve to have a perfect life.

It is also said in the forum that online articles are more cool now.Don't be bound by moral laws.How come.

Professor Jiang: I kill people and set fires, but I have reasons.I'm going to start cleansing, I'm at ease.Ha ha ha ha.

There may be some readers: cool!nice!

But I wrote it anyway: I kill, I set fire, I am guilty.I want to repent.I'm forever chained to the top of the wind, to be a good guy.

Reader: Frustrated!Abandon the text!

how to say.Still afraid of spoiling the child.

It's not easy to write a male protagonist who is both righteous and evil. If you write evil, you must abuse it before correcting the evil and returning to the good.

Like Ye Changjian.He wanted to kill his father at a young age, and he was a ruthless character.But his mother still restrained him, and then Master disciplined him well. (I guess if he killed his father, there must be a lot of readers shouting...

Many people will say that online literature and reality can be separated.

Then I can give an example: games and reality.How many people are dying because of virtual data and online dating.

But I don't have to worry... After all, there are only 20 readers, and their three views are quite positive.

But I have also seen some extreme readers (mostly 14-16) age, because some fictional characters in novels, in reality, want to kill, fight, return human flesh, stalk...

And they vowed to say: XXX is my belief! XXX is my motivation!

This is a cult, my sister.Is there too little homework?

In case, I mean in case, you do something wrong and you are punished by the law.The characters in the novel you like don't feel sorry for you, but only your relatives and friends.

I have also been abused by extreme readers and harassed by private messages.So I quit Weibo and go up once every 1 or 2 weeks.Of course, these readers are not readers who have read my novels, but readers of other people, who come to diss me.

Get some wax for yourself.

Suddenly I remembered how I got on this path of corruption.

When I was shaping my Three Views——at the age of 15, I checked martial arts novels on the Internet, and accidentally clicked on a Danmei novel.

Since then, my world view has been subverted.

Then, I rot.

I have also been brain-dead, handwriting on the draft book, all kinds of dark, moaning, and brain-dead essays that can resonate with the second-year teenagers.

***

What is the real three views.

After you read this novel, you will not fight with others because of the plot and characters in it.Instead, work hard with all your heart and soul.

When I was in the third year of high school, my grades were at the bottom.I read a Tanmei novel, about college life, it was a very joyful novel.Then I was crazy - crazy about learning.

I was probably doing exercise 53 while crying, and I couldn't do it anymore, so I continued to do it.

It’s been several years, and I vaguely remember the words that made me no longer doze off in class. It seems that the words of being a salted fish are: In order to be side by side with him, he memorized all the lectures upside down all night long, and spent a whole year to be admitted to the same university professor. (Can't remember clearly, there are discrepancies)

For some reason, I suddenly turned my prodigal son back.

I think this is called faith.

If your belief is the motivation to support you to fight and quarrel with others, then it is not called belief, it is called pyramid scheme brainwashing...

So this is probably why I don't chase stars.

***

Once people are restrained, they tend to be timid.Life is, so is writing.

***

Works do not represent character, but some of the author's three views and ways of thinking will be reflected in fragments of the work.

The author of Langyue Qinghui's high-spirited and bright article may in reality be a murderer who has been on the run for many years--I have a feeling from the news a few months ago.

Flowers bloom on both sides, life is Buddha and demon.

Good is him, and evil is also him.

***

I still plan to write a novel about letting myself go before I close my pen.

Let the hero be a principled villain.

****

Unknowingly, it was so late again.

The author has something to say: I actually forgot to post it after writing it... fainted.

☆, end

So embarrassing.

Time flies so fast, everyone graduated and went their separate ways in the blink of an eye.

The master of the magic stick is gone, and the master is not in good health, so he packed his things and went up the mountain as soon as he graduated, and the wechat group stopped bubbling, and he became a missing person for a time.

Zhao Yun took the postgraduate entrance examination, got on 985, and headed north all the way.

Brother Hui really surprised everyone. He also got a marriage certificate on the day he got his graduation certificate.

At the graduation reception, my fellow countryman went to the stage to sing a song "Princess". I looked left and right and took the plastic flowers on the table to offer flowers to him.The scene was once very lively.

An endless wheel toast followed.After the joy, the mourning began. I don't know who started to cry first.

The little gay guy in the next bedroom got drunk and went under the table to cry.

Ying Zhao drank a lot, blushed, and suddenly turned to me and asked, "Why don't you cry?"

"Why am I crying?"

The magic stick is gone, so I went back to the Taoist temple.

"You always say that there are many people who like me, but I know it." The light was too dazzling, and Ying Zhao's eyes were a little red, "I know that you are the only one who treats me well."

"……Clam?"

What illusion did I give you, brother dei?

Ying Zhao told me that he is not a person who loves to cry. During the days when I was hospitalized, he seemed to have shed all his tears for a lifetime.

Now I still have two surgical scars on my body.

After graduating, I went to the hospital from time to time, and it was very difficult to get in touch with the god stick. He gave me a few ancient books on numerology, studied it roughly, and realized that some things are really destined.

Gradually, I also simply read some horoscopes, and showed some to my friends.Some have a smooth life and are born to enjoy blessings, while others have a bumpy life, as if coming to the world is a calamity.

Ying Zhao said that if I think about it any longer, I will become a monk.

I said that I must study hard and resolve the catastrophe of life and death for those people.

Ying Zhao said how capable you are, can you go to heaven?Don't you have any points in mind?

I said, oh.

The story seems to end here.

Everyone is running around for the future.

Ying Zhao passed the examination as a tea art teacher, but did not return to Fujian. The distance between my work place and mine is about 40 minutes by subway.

The little gay guy next door has a job that looks decent to others. The outsiders sharpen their heads and want to squeeze in, while the insiders want to jump out every day.

He still didn't have the guts to come out.I heard that besides work, every day is urging marriages, and there are a lot of blind date arrangements.

I want to tell everyone that when I was in college, I read more books, went out to play more, and fell in love more. After work, I will have no time to lie.

It has been a long period of days when there is no sky or even hope.

But the truth is, no matter how hard it is, we are still alive.

This is lucky.

Now, Beijing time 5:10.

I drank the tea made by Ying Zhao in his shop and typed this passage.

There is a song playing on the computer: "It must be a special fate that makes you and me a family."