Lu Weifu upstairs

Xu Yihan thought to himself, am I sick?When facing Deng Yuan, he yelled "sister" one by one very smoothly, but to outsiders, he would rather call Deng Yuan a "girlfriend" than "sister".

sister.

Xu Yihan touched his chin, but there was no expression on his face.

He called Minister Zhang of the planning department into the office, and this time it was only him and Minister Zhang.

Minister Zhang's full name is Zhang Li. Today she is wearing a khaki plaid trench coat, cropped wide-leg jeans, and a pair of Adidas shell shoes. She looks like a college student who hasn't graduated yet.She walked in with a smile on her face, and took out two pointed Hershey chocolates from her pocket: "I just bought them, Mr. Xu, do you want to eat?"

"Well, I'll eat later," Xu Yihan had already adjusted his expression, "The tipping last night was more than the sum of the previous three days—is that 'innocent round egg eating melon' your account?"

"I played around with it myself," Zhang Li brushed her hair, as if a little embarrassed, "I didn't expect it to come in handy."

Xu Yihan was full of interest: "I think there are more than [-] fans. How long have you been doing this account?"

"It only started in January this year."

"Two months, more than [-] fans, not bad."

Zhang Li smiled: Hey, it's actually very simple. "

"Oh? Tell me more specifically?"

"Buy [-] to [-] fans first, so it looks good, and then you can get more fans, you can get some popularity in whatever circle you are in."

"for example?"

"For example, the canned octopus plagiarized Donaldson during this time, isn't it very popular? When they tore up Donaldson's vengeance, I followed along and posted more on Chaohua, and the number of fans grew rapidly."

Xu Yihan raised his eyebrows: "That's true, but do you also think that Donaldson hates women?"

"It's hard to say," Zhang Li shrugged, "I haven't read his novel, it's too cruel and I don't like it."

Xu Yihan continued to pretend to be stupid: "You haven't read any of his novels, how can you take advantage of this popularity?"

"My three views are right," Zhang Li said frankly, "Others will label him, haters, virgins, whores, etc., and I will accuse him accordingly. I don't scold him, I write that kind of reasonable Weibo, for example, isn’t there a plot in his novel that a same wife forgives a gay husband? I posted on Weibo that he belittled women, that he wrote women as victims of a patriarchal society, and that he wrote This kind of plot will cause harm to the same-wife group in real life...The language is written with more passion, and others will think that my three views are correct, and the number of reposts is high."

"Oh, so," Xu Yihan showed a satisfied expression, "Yes, you are really thoughtful. How is Bing Wang now?"

"The fans compared her update with the updates of the first three authors one by one," Zhang Li said with a smile, "they ridiculed the first three authors, and now it's lively."

"Did she respond herself?"

"No, but her fan group posted screenshots, she said in the group that 'the ones who are understood are always a minority', I think we can use this to continue to make a fuss, like Donaldson, saying that the danmei circle is not good enough for her or something ..."

Xu Yihan shook his head: "Don't worry, we'll start posting the news when all six authors have been updated. By then, the identity of the author has been guessed to a high degree of accuracy. You can bring this up again—Sick and forgetful." Fans have ridiculed other authors' articles, right? There will be trouble at that time."

"Haha, yes."

"It's good to keep the game hot, you go to work first."

Zhang Li nodded vigorously: "Okay, don't worry."

On the other side, Zhao Xin was talking on the phone in a low voice outside the acupuncture room.

In the past two days, the temperature in Wuhan has dropped and it has been raining. Last night he forgot to close the window after smoking, and he caught a cold.The knee throbbed intermittently, and he felt that the knee was ridiculous: I didn't feel the calf, so how could the knee be so sensitive?

He wanted to endure it for two days, and even swallowed an ibuprofen for it.But in the morning, his parents suddenly came to him with a box of tea, saying that it was a hometown specialty given by the students. As soon as they entered the door, they saw two bulges on his knees.

Those are two warm babies.

So in the afternoon, he was transferred to the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine.

"The comment section is full of Bing Wang's fans...you three who updated before her have been hacked," Liu Yusheng's voice revealed a bit of anger, "Aren't these people talking brains?"

Zhao Xin couldn't help laughing, this was the first smile he showed since waking up in the morning: "Well, I haven't read the update yet, maybe she wrote really well."

"Very ordinary," Liu Yusheng said, "I'll read you a sentence—'And the aurora is reflected on the dark side of the tall buildings that don't want to show others, it's trivial but not rooted'—what does it say?"

Zhao Xin: "Uh..."

"Why did I get behind her?" Liu Yusheng sighed, "Everything I write will be ridiculed."

His soft sigh fell directly into Zhao Xin's heart. Zhao Xin thought, the little puffer fish who was still full of anger just now has lost its breath and is listless.

"You just write boldly," Zhao Xin said softly, "you can write whatever you planned before."

"Before I planned that the heroine would secretly monitor Xiao Zhang's life. Xiao Zhang almost died in an accident. It was the heroine who saved him and exposed himself," Liu Yusheng said helplessly, "I didn't expect Bingwang to write the heroine directly as I traveled in Northern Europe, and her update stopped on the way the heroine went to Italy to see an exhibition, but I didn’t even take the plane—”

He stopped suddenly, and after a few seconds, he smiled awkwardly: "Hey, no, it's not his fault, it's mine."

His words made Zhao Xin's chest sore, Zhao Xin said: "Then let the heroine change her mind and go back to China."

"I wrote more than 1000 words about the exhibition that Bing Wang introduced to the hostess, as well as the pigeons in Milan and the sunset in Sicily... She described so many things that I didn't see any of them. Being scolded by her fans."

Zhao Xin was silent.He can understand Liu Yusheng's difficulties: writing needs to be experienced.Some content can be imagined, while some content requires real experience and experience, just like an art exhibition, only those who have seen it can write what they see, hear and feel.Those who have never seen it can of course make it up and imitate it, but the things created in this way are either boring to imitate or embarrassing.

So Zhao Xin never writes about the protagonist running wildly, he has never run wildly, and he doesn't want to deceive himself.

"No. 19," the nurse poked her head out of the acupuncture room, "Is No. 19 here?"

"exist."

"Ready to come in."

Zhao Xin had no choice but to comfort Liu Yusheng: "It's okay, you write according to your idea first... I have something to do here, I will contact you later, okay?"

Liu Yusheng quickly said: "Then you go ahead! I'm actually fine."

Zhao Xin: "wait for my call?"

Liu Yusheng smiled warmly: "Yes, good."

Zhao Xin entered the acupuncture room.

He had tried countless treatments for his legs.At first, his parents trusted western medicine and took him to many hospitals, but nothing worked.Finally, I found an American doctor who had been a doctor for the US national gymnastics team and was said to be very experienced in rehabilitation.

The American checked his legs, stood up, and shook his head.He said: I'm sorry that...

Don't listen to what follows.

Western medicine is ineffective, so we have to rely on Chinese medicine: traditional Chinese medicine, massage, diet... still fetching water from a bamboo basket.Up to now, he only does acupuncture when his legs hurt. As for whether it is helpful or not?Zhao Xin thought, it would be useful to give parents some comfort.

The slender, cold silver needles slowly pierced his skin.

"Smoking a lot recently?" the doctor asked.

"A little more than before."

"It can't be like this," said the doctor and Zhao Xin, who are already familiar with each other. "You must eat healthily and ensure rest time—your body is your own, and nothing is as important as your body, is it?"

Zhao Xin nodded.

The body was his own, along with the crippled, numb handicap.

Fate is unreasonable, if you encounter it, you have to bear it.But after getting in touch with Liu Yusheng during this period, he couldn't help but loathe his body. If it wasn't for the disability, he wouldn't have hurt Liu Yusheng back then, and wouldn't have caused such consequences.Body more important than anything else?No, most healthy people are not aware of it. Only disabled people like him are extremely sensitive to their bodies because of their disabilities.This kind of sensitivity is integrated with the body. It cannot be changed by growth, writing, even if it is sought after by many readers.

Extremely sensitive, extremely self-loathing.

After finishing acupuncture, Zhao Xin didn't call Liu Yusheng.He suddenly didn't know what he could say—under the pen name of "Lu Weifu", disguised as a female voice, pretending to be a healthy and normal person—it seemed that everything he said was a lie, deceiving himself and others.

And Liu Yusheng didn't call again, at 45:5 p.m., he was in Chapter [-] of "Don't Need Superpowers in Azure".

Zhao Xin didn't watch the update two days ago, so he didn't know what stage the plot had reached.However, he just glanced at the comment area, and his mood became even heavier.

The comment area is full of Bing Wang fans, scolding Liu Yusheng.

yanerer: Convinced, the plot written by Bing Wang is so exciting, now it is so fake, it is too exaggerated.

Kui Xiaoyan: I feel that Mrs. Yusheng is not very suitable for writing this kind of content-it's a bit embarrassing, but it's really not easy to continue writing this content that I have forgotten.

Will you eat alfalfa for you: Does the heroine pass the security check when entering a museum... This is common sense, right? ? ?To be honest, this thousand fans are really mad, they are really a dog tail! ! !

Xuan Gu Gu Gu: This is the difference between those who have been to Italy and those who have not. Bing Wang can describe a station and a store in such a specific way, not to mention that there are a lot of narrations about Italian history and culture.The description of the sound of rain, to be honest, is applicable to any city, it is a bit boring.

Bad afternoon: What is this writing about? Ms. R is drinking coffee on the street, sunbathing on the beach, swimming in the sea... No, can we make it more simple?

……

Liu Yusheng didn't write according to his own ideas, Zhao Xin thought.