Lu Weifu upstairs

At 07:30 that night, Bing Wang updated Chapter 4 of "I Don't Want Superpowers".

This time Xu Yihan didn't stay in the office to wait for the update - because everything was arranged.

At a quarter past eight, the naive Yuandan Chigua with more than [-] followers posted a Weibo with only one sentence:

Illness and forgetfulness are ten degrees and thousands of times.

Soon, other Sweeping Accounts and Eat Melon Accounts reposted this Weibo, as if by appointment, all saying: It's her.

And in the comment area of ​​"I Don't Want Superpowers", there are similar content: "This is too obvious, it must be ten degrees and thousands", "Hold me thousands!", "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! Already", "23333333 daily updates of [-] can't be more than [-] a day!"...

At [-]:[-], Naive Yuandan eats melon and posts another Weibo, which is still a short sentence:

I really can't appreciate Bing Wang's writing style, it's because my level is too low...

The comment section of this Weibo is no longer as harmonious as the previous Weibo:

Qianqian’s Coca-Cola Chicken Wings: Everyone’s taste is different, so don’t force yourself if you don’t like it, maybe you can get Qianqian’s in the next book, see you sisters by fate~ Comparing hearts~

Naive Yuandan Chigua replied: Yes!I'm really too uneducated to mess with hahahahahaha!

This comment was praised to the number one position, but the subsequent comments were not so gentle——

Evening wind does not see cr: Knowing that your level is too low, you still call your mother?Are you proud?

He Guiyun: As a reader who has read all of Qianqian’s articles, objectively speaking, Qianqian’s articles are indeed not that popular. Qianqian herself has admitted that she is always involuntarily influenced by her major when writing articles (Qianqian is studying for a master’s degree in art history at the University of Chicago). Before we told Qianqian in the group that her writing was sometimes too esoteric and difficult, and she admitted it frankly.I want to say that everyone’s appreciation level is different (I don’t mean to say that I have a high level of appreciation, and there will be things I can’t understand in Qianqian’s texts). Since I find that my appreciation level is low, shouldn’t I read more and think about it? , Do you try your best to improve your perception and understanding?Why are you still posting this kind of weird Weibo?This is not something to be proud of.

Lingling sauce is あおにさい: I have wanted to say it for a long time, there are a lot of schoolmasters among the wives in the danmei circle, and there are many Bai Fumei.After all, most of the wives use love to generate electricity. Who codes every day if they have money and leisure?I don't know why the tens of thousands of fans emphasize every day that she is a schoolmaster Bai Fumei, what's so strange about it?

Did Shidu Qianqian open a new article today: I am really confused, why do people always slander others like maggots in the gutter?Just can't see other people's good?Then let me tell the truth, baby, no matter how much you insult her, she will still be her. This fact will not change a little because of your slander, but you will become more and more disgusting.

The cat doesn’t go to Nanjing: So I’m not alone... I really can’t read the text of Bing Wang...

Xu Yihan sat on the sofa with a tablet in one hand, and stretched his other hand on the back of the sofa. Seeing Deng Yuan coming out of the bathroom, he raised his chin to him: "Sister, come and sit."

Deng Yuan sat down beside him, with some warm steam on his body: "What are you looking at?"

Xu Yihan smiled and said, "Look at them arguing." In fact, from the moment Deng Yuan walked out of the bathroom, his eyes shifted from the tablet to Deng Yuan.In the past two days, the temperature in Shanghai has risen sharply. Deng Yuan only wears a light coffee-colored long T-shirt as pajamas. The T-shirt reaches his knees, revealing his fair calves.Although this T-shirt is wide, it should also be for women - the T-shirt is a little tight on Deng Yuan's shoulders, men's shoulders are wider than women's after all.

From Xu Yihan's point of view, he only needs to move his hand on the back of the sofa a few centimeters down, and he can firmly embrace Deng Yuan's round shoulders. The illusion of being in his arms.

"Arguing?" Deng Yuan looked down at the screen, "This is... who is arguing with whom?"

Xu Yihan said casually: "Fools are arguing."

Deng Yuan's hair was wet - Xu Yihan found that he was not in the habit of using a hair dryer, but was used to drying his hair with a towel.Xu Yihan stared at the tip of Deng Yuan's hair. There was a drop of water hanging on the tip of that jet-black hair, which was precarious.It may only take a few seconds, and the drop of water will fall on Deng Yuan's collarbone, and then slide down, sliding over his protruding chest and soft belly.

Xu Yihan stretched out his hand and gently wiped off the drop of water with his fingertips.

He was actually competing with a drop of water, he thought, why should this drop of water slide over Deng Yuan's body?

"Yihan, are these people arguing over a writer?" Deng Yuan turned his back to Xu Yihan, "Your company?"

"Well, a Bai Fumei is also participating in the competition." Xu Yihan stared at Deng Yuan's small earlobe and said.

Deng Yuan said "ah", and his tone became anxious: "I think some people say that she can't write well? Then how well does she write? Will it affect your competition?"

"The writing is not good, but the marketing is good... Okay, sister," Xu Yihan leaned over and turned off the tablet, and put Deng Yuan's shoulders together, "Don't talk about these boring things—do you like all the snacks? "

"I only ate a piece of chocolate, it was very delicious, I haven't eaten anything else," Deng Yuan said shyly, "Yihan, you don't have to... this box is very expensive, right?"

Xu Yihan smiled and shook his head: "It's not expensive, it's just for fun, and didn't you say that taking medicine is too bitter?"

"It's a bit bitter, I just need a piece of sugar, so I don't need so many snacks." His eyes fell on the box of "Mafulon" on the corner of the table. "I just started taking progesterone before, and there was a lump in my chest. It was so scary, I thought I had cancer."

Xu Yihan: "And then?"

"Then I wanted to go to the hospital for a CT scan, but I didn't dare, for fear that the doctor would find out that I was taking medicine." Deng Yuan curled up his mouth and smiled, with a shy expression, "I asked online. Fortunately, those people are good. They Tell me it's normal to have lumps."

"Those people are also... people who want to change their gender?"

"Well, Tieba hadn't been blocked at that time, and there were also QQ groups."

"Is the lump still there?"

"It's gone, and after taking the medicine for a while, it's gone. Then the chest... grew a little bit."

Xu Yihan silently bit his lip.

This night is so soft, no overtime, no old Xu, no cold wind.There was a rain in the evening, and the air was moist and clear at this time. In the night sky outside the window, the moon was soaked in the wet clouds, and its brilliance was half hidden.Xu Yihan inexplicably remembered that line of poem, if it wasn't for Qun Yushan, he would meet Yaotai under the moon.

"When did you realize that you wanted to become a woman?" Xu Yihan approached Deng Yuan and asked.

"...Junior high school, one day in physical education class, I caught a cold and stayed in the classroom, and saw the sanitary napkin stuck in the math book at the same table, which was exposed."

"Then?"

"At that moment, I actually... really wanted to try that sanitary napkin."

"Oh, like this."

Deng Yuan turned his head, and looked straight into Xu Yihan's eyes with a pair of round eyes: "Yihan, do you think I'm weird, or—disgusting?"

"No," Xu Yihan looked back at him openly, "really not."

During the year when Xu Yihan and Deng Xiuli returned to their hometown, the person who accompanied him most often was Deng Yuan.

Grandpa and grandma both do farm work, while Deng Xiuli runs to the county from time to time, or returns to Wuhan——Xu Yihan doesn't know what she is doing.No one cares about Xu Yihan, only one cousin is willing to play with him, and that is Deng Yuan.At that time, Deng Yuan always wore a school uniform. He was not tall, thin, with a gentle expression, and even spoke in a soft voice.He took Xu Yihan up the mountain to dig bamboo shoots, fried eggs for Xu Yihan for supper, and helped Deng Yuan catch chickens on the small roads in the village—all the adults laughed and said, are you afraid of chickens?That's not okay, there is no one who is afraid of chickens in the countryside.Only Deng Yuan walked in front of him to drive away the chickens on the road for him, holding his hand to comfort him, don't be afraid, the chickens dare not come over with me.

"Yihan," Deng Yuan said solemnly, "thank you so much these days."

"Why are you being polite? You are my sister."

"Tomorrow I will look for a job, and then I will find a place to live as soon as possible, okay? But I may have to disturb you here for two or three days." After being injured that day, Deng Yuan stopped delivering food.

Xu Yihan was taken aback: "What?"

"tomorrow I will……"

"Hey, my memory," Xu Yihan smiled, and put his arms around Deng Yuan's shoulders, "I almost forgot to tell you, I found a job for you - as a model for Taobao shop."