Lu Weifu upstairs

Liu Yusheng naturally saw everything that happened on the Internet.

It was getting late, Uncle Wang stayed with him at the hospital, and Liu Yusheng stayed at home alone.After so many days, there are still more than half of the snacks sent by Zhao Xin.Liu Yusheng picked out a pack of chocolate beans from the big cardboard box, and put them in his mouth one by one.

He really wanted, really wanted to call Zhao Xin. He knew that if Zhao Xin hadn't reversed his clerical error abruptly, he would still be being abused now.

He searched the keyword "Donaldson" on Weibo over and over again, and all kinds of content came into view.Every time he saw a Weibo that insulted Zhao Xin, his heart would beat violently, as if he was the one being scolded.As for?Liu Yusheng felt that he was a little too nervous. Perhaps to Zhao Xin, these revelations, whether insulting or insulting, were just gossip that wasn't worth mentioning.Just like so many people scolded him for hating women before, he didn't seem to care and didn't respond.

But Liu Yusheng couldn't swallow this for Zhao Xin, especially when he saw a Weibo post saying: Donaldson got popular because of his hard work in the backstage, right?This person hates women and pretends to be aggressive, how can so many people like his articles...

Liu Yusheng almost ended up quarreling with his own tuba - he was one of Zhao Xin's first fans, and Zhao Xin was not so popular at that time, and he witnessed how Zhao Xin worked hard to write, so that he often wrote until three in the morning Posted an update at four o'clock.He also witnessed how Zhao Xin's Weibo fans grew from a few thousand to tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands.I remember that someone has made statistics before, whether online authors can become popular, 100 million words is an important dividing point: most of the unknown authors can't persist before writing 100 million words.It is not shameful not to persevere, because even if you write 100 million words, you may not be able to become popular, but-but those who are still persisting are worthy of respect.Liu Yusheng remembers very clearly that in Zhao Xin's readership, someone once asked him: Da Da, will you keep writing?I feel like writing is hard work.At that time, Zhao Xin only had more than 3000 fans, and he had already written more than 80 words.He didn't promise anything, just said: write first.

Five or six years have passed since this writing.

So why do they come to the "relationship household" to deny his contribution with a single mouth?He wrote so much, for so long, and so well.He deserves everything he has.

In the end, Liu Yusheng did not call Zhao Xin.He thought that since he had already said those rejection words to Zhao Xin, he really had no position to make this call now.He could only deceive himself and get on the trumpet, and quarreled a few times with people in the comment area of ​​the three Weibo tweets @ SIAM SAOWEN.A keyboard warrior should be a keyboard warrior, Liu Yusheng thought so, typing like flying fingers, but when he didn't know how many times he clicked the "Reply" button, he found himself... blocked.

Was actually blocked by @siamsaowen tweet? !

Liu Yusheng was speechless for a while, thinking to himself, let's forget it?

However, 10 minutes later, he accidentally picked up the phone again.

Anyway, it's a trumpet, and no one knows... Liu Yusheng entered "Donaldson" in the search box, and liked many Weibo posts supporting Donaldson.This is the first time he has used the trumpet to do this. He registered this trumpet just for the convenience of browsing Weibo. He has never liked and commented so frantically.

At the same time, Xu Yihan was standing in front of Lao Xu with lowered eyebrows.

"Yi Ze told me that the company was hacked by you on the Internet?" Old Xu's voice was flat, no emotion could be heard.

"I didn't stab it on the Internet, Dad," Xu Yihan secretly scolded Xu Yize. "It's the readers of several authors who quarreled on the Internet... and even scolded the company, and some people followed the clues and ruined the family. The company has also found out."

"The family company?" Old Xu chuckled, "Your idea has gone far enough."

"No, Dad, that's not what I meant." Xu Yihan's heart tightened, and he quickly changed his words, "Because both Weilan and Haosheng were bought by Xu, that's why Xu was involved...in fact, it was not aimed at Xu. "

Old Xu didn't speak, he looked at Xu Yihan with a pair of dark eyes, and his eyes scraped at him like a blade.After a while, Lao Xu picked up the teacup and took a sip slowly, then put it down slowly.He sat on the soft silk sofa with a careless expression.At this time, Auntie Qiu knocked on the door again and came in with a plate of fruit in her hand: "The green awns I bought today are very good, do you want to try it?"

Old Xu smiled, picked up a toothpick, inserted a piece, and slowly put it into his mouth.And Aunt Qiu sat on the armrest of the sofa and asked him in a very friendly tone: "Is it not bad? It's better than the box Wang Fei gave last time."

"Well, not bad, where did you buy it?"

"I bought it online, and it's quite cheap!" Aunt Qiu smiled and said, "Sister Yan also said it was delicious, so I asked her to bring some home for the children to eat." Sister Yan is the nanny of Xu's family. .

"Well... I heard from you yesterday that her daughter gave birth?"

"Yes, it was born yesterday afternoon. Sister Yan went to the hospital to have a look, and then hurried back to cook. I thought we should also give Sister Yan a red envelope. Sister Yan is really good at her job."

"Go ahead," Old Xu smiled again, "It's also thanks to you wanting to get these, I can't remember them at all."

"Can you remember?" Aunt Qiu was half coquettish and half complaining, "You only remember things about the company."

Xu Yihan stood aside, expressionless and silent, like a stake.

After a while, when the two of them finished eating the plate of mangoes one bite at a time, old Xu finally looked at Xu Yihan with an indifferent tone: "I know what you have in mind, I am old, and I will find a successor sooner or later. Peng is young, and Yiqian is not interested in doing business, so there are only you and Yize left, and if you think Yize is defeated, the Xu family is yours."

"Dad, I..."

"Then you're really wrong," Old Xu didn't give Xu Yihan a chance to defend himself, "I'm not old enough to lose my mind, Xu Yihan, I grew up with you, I know who you are best, you deserve it I don't deserve Xu's, and I know it best."

Without warning, Xu Yihan twitched his eyebrows.

"Okay, you go back, don't let this kind of thing happen a second time."

Xu Yihan nodded: "Okay, Dad, don't worry."

On the way home, Xu Yihan's mind was full of Lao Xu's words "Are you worthy of the Xu family?" It seemed that compared to these words, the humiliation of being ignored by Lao Xu and Aunt Qiu was nothing.What, he thought, was worthy?What is not good enough?Where is he not worthy?Because of Deng Xiuli?

That's right, it is.Deng Xiuli is the only one of Lao Xu's previous wives who was born in the countryside. She is beautiful, but it is a pity that she has no face.Xu Yihan always remembered his coming-of-age ceremony. He happily invited many classmates, and one of the girls confessed to him in public, and he hesitated a lot, probably saying that he was good-looking and outstanding, and she had always been in her heart. She is going to study in the United States next year. She doesn't expect Xu Yihan to be with her, but just wants to take this opportunity to express her heart... Xu Yihan still remembers that the girl wore a bright yellow pleated skirt, A long dark green bow on the ponytail looks extremely pure.At that moment, he was really moved, and almost reached out to hold her hand, saying "Why don't we try it".

But at this moment, Xu Yiqian laughed a few times behind him.

Then she said in a voice that was neither high nor low, but everyone could hear: "Male god? Isn't he just a bastard."

Xu Yihan swiped his card, entered the elevator, exited the elevator, and knocked on the door.

Deng Yuan trotted to open the door. He didn't wear women's clothes today, only a simple T-shirt and sweatpants.

"Sister, what's for dinner tonight?" Xu Yihan stared blankly, then smiled, "Buying flowers."

The bellflowers he bought before had withered long ago, but this time Deng Yuan bought white daisies, small ones, still stuck in the plastic biscuit tin.

"Well," Deng Yuan nodded, took Xu Yihan's coat off, "Go and wash your hands first, the dishes are ready."

After washing his hands, Xu Yihan froze for a moment when he entered the restaurant.

There are three dishes on the table: a plate of scrambled eggs with bean sprouts, a plate of green balls, and a plate of stir-fried vegetable moss.

Deng Yuan usually cooks, and there are always two or three meat dishes in each meal - after all, it is two adults eating.Xu Yihan raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Are we going to lose weight?" He even thought to himself, could it be because of Shi Yan's death that Deng Yuan was not in the mood to cook?It's better to order takeaway, there is no need to force it.

Deng Yuan looked at the dishes, and then at Xu Yihan, feeling a bit embarrassed: "Yihan, I thought... we can't go back to our hometown, so we can only make it up this way."

Xu Yihan was at a loss: "Go back to my hometown?"

"Supposedly we should go back to our hometown on this day, but," Deng Yuan didn't continue, but showed a guilty smile, "at least we won't eat big fish and meat here."

Xu Yihan frowned: "What do you mean?"

Deng Yuan looked at Xu Yihan with the same puzzled expression: "Isn't today the [-]th anniversary of my third aunt's death? I just thought—"

He suddenly stopped his voice.

Xu Yihan asked word by word: "Whose death anniversary is today?"

"...Third Aunt," Deng Yuan's expression became panicked, "It's...that's your mother."

"..."

"Yihan." Deng Yuan seemed to want to grab Xu Yihan's hand, but was frightened by Xu Yihan's expression and stopped, with one hand hanging in mid-air awkwardly.

"...Oh, it's the tenth anniversary of my mother's death," Xu Yihan turned to look at the bouquet of white daisies, "I mean, no wonder."

"Yihan—"

"Sister," Xu Yihan said, "I really didn't know it was today."

He continued on his own: "I asked someone about it. I only know that she wanted to eat Chaoshou when she left, and she left at the end of April and early May—but I don't know the exact date. I also asked someone to find her I think there is always an exact date on the tombstone, right? But I couldn’t find it, I have searched the cemetery and several cemeteries in Deng Village, but I can’t find it.”

"Deng village collectively moved the grave, so—"

"Sister," Xu Yihan said calmly, "Thank you for telling me, it turned out to be today, March 29th, I remembered it."

Deng Yuan stood up abruptly, walked around the table and hugged Xu Yihan tightly.

Xu Yihan was sitting, he was standing, he put one hand on the back of Xu Yihan's neck, and stroked the back of Xu Yihan's head vigorously with the other, as if there was an invisible wound under Xu Yihan's pitch-black hair.Xu Yihan's face was pressed against Deng Yuan's warm belly, he closed his eyes, and let Deng Yuan hug him without moving.Under the warm yellow light of the dining room, the two of them embraced into a silent statue.

After a long time, Xu Yihan smiled lightly.

"Sister," he said suddenly, "can you dance?"

"Huh? I... won't."

"It's okay, I'll back you in, follow my footsteps, it's very simple."

Xu Yihan took Deng Yuan's hand to the living room, turned off the lights, and the spacious living room was plunged into darkness.He embraced Deng Yuan's waist with his right hand, and held Deng Yuan's hand with his left hand.Without music, he counted street beats in Deng Yuan's ear in a low voice: "One two three—two two three—three two three—" He remembered when he was a child, when he was very young, old Xu I haven't quarreled with Deng Xiuli yet, they like to go to the ballroom to dance, and they dance to this kind of national standard.They brought Xu Yihan along and asked him to sit and watch. There were so many people on the dance floor. Xu Yihan would be dazzled if he didn't pay attention, but he could quickly find Lao Xu and Deng Xiuli.Because Deng Xiuli is tall and has a good figure, she is always the one with the most standard figure.She lowered her waist slightly, her body formed a flexible and beautiful arc, like a freshly bloomed white platycodon——

"One-two-three-two-two-three-three-two-three-" Xu Yihan counted the beats in a low voice. He and Deng Yuan advanced and retreated. It wasn't very coordinated, but they danced after all.They slowly advance and retreat, and slowly rotate, as if they are also on the dance floor, but there is no one dancing the national standard on the dance floor now, right?Xu Yihan thought, at that time Deng Xiuli danced very beautifully, his mother danced very beautifully, he was the child of such a beautiful woman, no matter who his father was, he was not a bastard!no.

Xu Yihan said softly, "Sister, you dance very well."

He couldn't see Deng Yuan's expression, only heard Deng Yuan's shy voice: "I can't dance..."

Xu Yihan smiled: "Dancing very well, really."

In the dark, he shed tears all over his face.