Lu Weifu upstairs

Xu Yihan hugged Deng Yuan vigorously, his hands wrapped around Deng Yuan's waist, the touch was soft and soft.Deng Yuan's breath was on top of his head, as light as a feather, and Deng Yuan's chest pressed against his cheek, rising and falling gently.

"Yihan," Deng Yuan asked in a low voice, "what's wrong with you?"

Xu Yihan deeply smelled the fragrance of washing powder on his body, the sun fell on them, Xu Yihan couldn't help but think of the days in Jingzhou, Hubei, when the sun came out in summer, every household hung their clothes on bamboo poles.Deng Yuan's summer school uniform is hanging on the bamboo pole of Deng Yuan's house. It is a white T-shirt. When the wind blows, the white T-shirt will fly among the green mountains and green fields, like a white dove strayed into the mundane world.

"It's nothing," Xu Yihan's voice was muffled, "I'm just a little tired."

"Oh……"

Deng Yuan didn't speak any more.

After a while, Xu Yihan got up and sat beside Deng Yuan's bed.His hair was messed up in Deng Yuan's arms, and a bunch of dull hairs stood out on the back of his head.

Deng Yuan stretched out his hand to straighten his hair: "Do you want to sleep for a while?"

Xu Yihan stretched out his hand to grab Deng Yuan's hand. Deng Yuan's hand was as thin as his waist, but very soft.

"Sister, I want to ask a question."

"what?"

"When you and Wenjia are together, do you treat him as a man or as a woman?"

"We..." Deng Yuan turned his head away, as if a little embarrassed, "We didn't think about it that much, we just lived together as a companion."

"Okay," Xu Yihan smiled, "Then do you like men or women?"

Deng Yuan whispered, "A man."

"What kind of man?"

"I... I didn't think so much."

"There must be a general standard, such as height—does it have to be taller than you?"

"Ah."

"Looks good?"

"……It will be all right."

"Can you cook?"

"..."

"Have abs?"

"..."

Deng Yuan's ears gradually turned red, and the round earlobes looked like a bright red cherry.

Xu Yihan smiled, leaned over and kissed Deng Yuan's face.

"I'm off to work, sister."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Xu Yihan showed up in the office on time.

Also at the same time, Shidu Qianqian posted on Weibo: "A response: First of all, I am really sick. Secondly, the color palette made by the support club is unfair and objective. I have asked the support club to delete that Weibo They are all fifteen or sixteen year old girls who made this palette for the purpose of maintaining me. The main problem is that I didn't respond in time (in fact, I was still participating in the seminar an hour ago). I implore everyone to criticize I, be more tolerant of them. Finally, I wish you all a happy spring."

"Mr. Xu," Zhang Li leaned over with an exaggerated expression, "This woman is too...too evasive."

Xu Yihan: "This person is quite interesting."

"Fans are more interesting, look at these comments," Zhang Li read, "'I feel sorry for Qianqian, it is really a person sitting at home and coming from the sky', 'A writer these days has to apologize for his good writing? Open your eyes I opened my eyes', 'I have nothing to say, the canned octopus and Donaldson are blacklisted forever', 'Can plagiarists and gay haters get out of the web circle'... that's all. What about the little girl who is [-] years old? Are all the little girls so irritable now?"

"It's okay, let them tear it up," Xu Yihan said nonchalantly, "The more you tear it, the hotter it gets."

Zhang Li shook her head while watching: "Tomorrow it will be broadcast live again, hey, it will be so embarrassing then."

"In the past two days, you have emphasized the scoring system of the authors on the Internet," Xu Yihan urged, "You must emphasize that readers' rewards directly affect the author's score."

"I understand, Mr. Xu don't worry." Zhang Li said with a smile.

Zhang Li left, and Xu Yihan happily ate melons in the office: the fans of canned octopus called Shidu Qianqian a green tea whore, and Donaldson's fans asked why Shidu Qianqian didn't apologize, and there were some A group of "Dyson CP" fans are as lively as the Chinese New Year.And the tens of thousands of fans are not at a disadvantage. Weibo, post bars, websites...you can see their speeches defending their idols everywhere.

Xu Yihan felt that these children had almost developed a unique network language system, just like they scolded "Donaldson is not dead yet" when they quarreled - Xu Yihan knew that they would never talk like this in real life, but On the Internet, they can use this set of language to unscrupulously spread malice.Dare to love and hate is of course cool, and of course it is cool to be outspoken, but on the unfettered Internet, perhaps the original boundaries between "cool", "cool" and "hateful" have lost: how much outrageous violence, Is it just wearing the skin of "doing one's own way"?

It may take a long time before these children grow up and understand what it means to "cherish feathers".

Xu Yihan raised his legs and called Zhao Xin leisurely.

"You can't bear it any longer," Xu Yihan said lazily, "Now the canned hairtail knows who you are, right?"

"Ah."

"What did he say?"

Zhao Xin's voice was flat, no emotion could be heard: "He begged me, don't mention that incident again."

"Why, didn't you feel sorry for him for that?"

Zhao Xin was silent for a few seconds, and said, "I think it's because of that incident, which hurt him too much."

"Oh, I see..." Xu Yihan thought for a while, and then said, "Have you read the tens of thousands of microblogs?"

"Looked."

"Look at how fanatical fans are... To be honest, Zhao Xin, the fan who sent Liu Yusheng's novel to his school in order to get you ahead, was he also so fanatical at the time? And you were actually quite Enjoy this feeling? No, to be more precise, it should be difficult for anyone to refuse this feeling, this kind of irrational and blind pursuit and liking is indeed very tempting."

What he said was sharp and mean, but to the point: Who doesn't want to be liked, admired and admired?Who is not fascinated by the power to control the joys and sorrows of others?What's more, Zhao Xin——Zhao Xin is a disabled person. Perhaps the fanatical pursuit of fans just made up for the powerlessness of reality, so at that moment four years ago, he accidentally acquiesced that fan to hurt Liu Yusheng, and he cruelly used the power of an idol. Domination.He is far from innocent.And now, he has to pay the price.

"You're right," Zhao Xin said in a very deep voice, "I'm the one who started it."

"What's more important is that Liu Yusheng was so... obsessed with you at that time, right? He also worshiped you and trusted you. You are other people's god, and his god. So he was hurt by his idol, which is worse than being hurt by a stranger. Human harm is even more unacceptable."

Zhao Xin was silent.

After about half a minute, he asked to himself, "Won't he forgive me?"

Xu Yihan replied sincerely: "I don't know."

When carnival-like pursuits and obsessions are used to inflict harm, tyranny is born.And one day, all these pursuits and obsessions will disappear, and all that is left to the parties involved is the pitiful confession.