Lu Weifu upstairs

Liu Yusheng quarreled with the trumpet and praised him, finally feeling better.He felt more comfortable, and he wrote the text very smoothly. Before eleven o'clock, he finished writing the update of "I'm Really Wrong with the President" and posted it on the Internet.

Then he took a shower, didn't even play on his phone, and went straight to bed.

——Tomorrow morning, I have to go to the hospital to change shifts with Uncle Wang.

I have been really exhausted these past few days, running between home and the hospital, and I am tired; I have to update the article, and I have to face the bloody storm on the Internet, and my heart is tired.Liu Yusheng fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he felt as if he was floating in the gentle current, which was very comfortable.

So, when Liu Yusheng was awakened by the ringtone of his cell phone, he took the ringtone as an alarm clock to wake up.

So fast?Liu Yusheng sat up in a daze and looked out the window.

Why is it still dark?

The bell was still ringing, Liu Yusheng was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly realized - it wasn't an alarm clock!

Two words are displayed on the screen: Zhao Xin

Liu Yusheng suddenly became sober.

"Yusheng," Zhao Xin's voice was still the same, deep, "are you asleep yet?"

"Ah... yes, I went to bed early today, what's the matter?"

Zhao Xin actually smiled.

He smiled lightly, flitting lightly over the lake like a swallow.Liu Yusheng was a little dazed. Zhao Xin was always cautious when calling him before, but after he rejected him, he became more serious—why did he still laugh in the middle of the night?Besides, hasn't he just been "revealed"?Can you still laugh?

"Yusheng," said Zhao Xin warmly, "is 'Spicy' your trumpet?"

Liu Yusheng: "..."

He felt that he was hysterical, dreaming.

"You little account, they picked it up." Although Zhao Xin didn't smile, his voice was filled with a smile. "Look at WeChat, I've sent you some screenshots."

"How is it possible?!" Liu Yusheng panicked, "There is nothing on my account!"

"Didn't you just quarrel with someone?"

"It's just today! It's never been before—" Liu Yusheng choked up, and suddenly realized, didn't he quarrel and praise because of Zhao Xin? !

"Your tuba seems to be paying attention to this trumpet?"

Yeah?To be honest, Liu Yusheng didn't have the slightest impression.But since he ended up quarreling under the trumpet, he was picked out, and the person concerned came to his door... Perhaps it was also because he was not fully awake, he was so ashamed that he stuttered:

"Then I... I'll go and see..."

"Okay, let's see first."

Liu Yusheng opened WeChat first.Unread messages rushed to my eyes:

Lu Bianyue: Brother Yu, what kind of elementary school student operation is this? ? ?Is it okay to drop the horse suddenly? ? ?Are you being cute? ? ?

President of the Support Club: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!I cried!You and Donaldson are really beautiful love! ! !

Edit: Hairtail is big, is that number really you?

As for Zhao Xin, he didn't speak, and sent several screenshots directly.

The first screenshot hits the nail on the head - the follower list of "Canned Hairtail".

In the screenshot, "spicy flavor" is impressively listed.

The second screenshot is a Weibo with the tag "Dyson cp":

@费也 also also: #迪森cp# What is this peerless sugar, sisters, I beg you to come and taste it!The spicy taste is definitely the hairtail trumpet! ! !First, hairtail pays attention to the spicy taste!There is not a single Weibo on the Spicy Flavor account!It looks like a zombie!Why does hairtail pay attention to this account?Even if this account is not his trumpet, it must be someone he knows!Otherwise, he wouldn't pay attention for no reason!Second, there is nothing wrong with the "spicy canned hairtail"! ! !How smooth! ! !It turns out that octopus likes to eat spicy octopus (?) Does he want to be so cute? My old blood spewed out on the spot! ! !Third, sisters, this is a detail!Spicy also paid attention to Lu Bianyue!Lu Bianyue is a wife who writes romance, and has a very good relationship with hairtail!And Lu Bianyue also paid attention to the spicy taste!To sum up, if it’s not for the spicy taste, I would kneel down on the durian today! ! !

Liu Yusheng: ...

He remembered, finally remembered.

At that time, he just started writing articles, even if he added two or three favorites and one or two comments, he would be happy for a long time.But he was too embarrassed to directly express his excitement on the "Canned Hairtail" account, so he recorded these little joys on the trumpet: 500 have been collected today! ! !There are so many comments today^_^ A reader wrote me a long comment!

... and so on.

Later, in order to keep it secret, he set all these microblogs as a "circle of friends" that can only be viewed by mutual friends, and also related his own large and small accounts to each other.In this way, when he brushes Weibo on the large account of "Canned Hairtail", he can easily see the content on the small account.

Why do you have to watch these content over and over again?Because for him at the time, this was the only joy in life.After dropping out of school and returning home, his mother was extremely sensitive to his every move, and because of the dropout, the family was always shrouded in a heavy atmosphere.He must always be careful when facing his mother, for fear that if he doesn't pay attention to a word, he will make his mother sad, and she will whimper in a low voice.

And those microblogs, each of which recorded his dedication and progress, recorded his change from obscurity to popularity...that was the only bright color in his life.

Liu Yusheng continued to look at the screenshots sent by Zhao Xin, and the third one was posted on Weibo by @四罗流文微文:

@太阿拍文Twitter: The two of you got together so well, one pretended to be an innocent victim of cyberbullying, and the other ended up tearing it apart. I really let you two say anything!You two are worthy of being first-class male writers in the literary circle!I am convinced!

The fourth screenshot is the hypertext of "Dyson cp":

@修爱深海里的余: I #迪森cp# can always send candy to fans in the storm, what kind of beautiful love is this? TT Did Dyson mess with me today?

@能和你睡失前: I used to think that Donaldson was aloof, arrogant and petite 0, but today I really had to turn my back on the octopus, and dbq turned out that octopus is the infatuated little 0 who is calm on the surface but crazy in love with his brain... #航森cp# can be changed to #糖盒cp# to provoke!

@发入1cm: #戴森cp# and #糖盒cp# I can do both, hehehe eating candy is over, who cares about who gets on and who gets off! ! !

……

After these four screenshots, Zhao Xin sent a message.

The message is: ?

This is an extremely simple question mark, but like a small hook, it makes Liu Yusheng's scalp tingle.With this question mark, he has already made up one sentence after another, Zhao Xin's subtext.

For example: Is this really your trumpet?It turns out that you are quite fierce when you quarrel with others?

For example: Why use the trumpet to help me quarrel?Also like and support my Weibo?Don't you want to keep in touch with me?

For example: Was it true that you rejected me that day?Are you still interested in me?

The more Liu Yusheng thought about it, the more ashamed he became, and he almost wanted to throw the phone out with a flick of his hand.There is only one thought in his mind: impulse is the devil, it is true.

Just then, Zhao Xin called again.

There was no way to hide, so Liu Yusheng picked up the phone and said embarrassingly, "It's my trumpet."

In the silent night, Zhao Xin's voice was very clear, like a gust of night wind, gently brushing against Liu Yusheng's ears.He said, "Thank you, Yusheng, really, thank you."

Liu Yusheng's heart skipped a beat: "...No need."

"Ok?"

"I'm not here to help you, but I know what they say is wrong." Liu Yusheng thought to himself that Zhao Xin had seen the screenshots of his quarrel anyway, so he just gave it up. "When you first started writing, I It’s your fan—reader—. Although I haven’t joined your fan club since then, I’ve been watching yours. I know that you didn’t become popular through any relationship. Your popularity and readers are the same as yours. Little by little, I have accumulated a lot of writing!"

He spoke these words in a hurry and quickly, and his voice was unconsciously raised, as if he was afraid that he would not dare to speak if he spoke slowly.

Zhao Xin was silent for a while, it was raining at night in Wuhan, and the cup of freshly brewed black tea in his hand was filled with water vapor, which seemed to overflow into his body along with Liu Yusheng's words, and his chest was inexplicably hot.

Liu Yusheng coughed as if to cover up, and continued: "You have been writing for so long, and...and you write very well, since I read your first book, I think your writing is really good, otherwise that Sometimes I won't... Set the alarm clock at three o'clock in the morning to watch your updates."

His words "alarm clock at three o'clock in the morning" finally brought the two of them's memories back to the past, back to the time when nothing had happened and Liu Yusheng was just Donaldson's fan.

This is the first time since they reunited for so long, that distant point in time was mentioned.

They all clearly remember that they had a very happy time at that time: an author, a reader; an idol, a fan.

At that time, Liu Yusheng would wait for Donaldson's update almost every night. At two or three o'clock in the morning, he was always the first to leave a message in the comment area.The late night at that time was as quiet as the late night now. Liu Yusheng would send a message to Zhao Xin after watching the update, expressing his feelings from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, they talked for many days and said a lot at that time, and also had a lot of tacit understanding without words and the joy of secretly remembering—but.

But after the reunion, neither of them mentioned it.

The reason is simple: one injury is enough to destroy everything.

It was such a heavy and cruel blow that whenever Liu Yusheng recalled that time, he always felt that his memory was full of bullet holes, all happiness and joy were dimmed, and only pain and shame were vividly visible.

But this time he actually took the initiative to bring up that point in time, the point in time when all the cruelty had not yet come.

why?Probably because this night was so similar to those nights four years ago.

"I remember at that time," Zhao Xin followed his words carefully, recalling his memory, "I also thought about it, if you wake up in the middle of the night to watch it every day, won't you be sleepy in class the next day?"

Liu Yusheng smiled: "It's sleepy too, but the teachers don't care much about our school."

"Liu Yusheng."

"Ah?" Zhao Xin called out his first and last names, and Liu Yusheng suddenly became nervous.

"That time you came to Wuhan, why didn't you tell me?"

Liu Yusheng suddenly remembered that when he didn't know that Lu Weifu was Zhao Xin, he had foolishly confessed that he had been to Wuhan to see where the person he liked lived.

He rubbed his reddened cheeks vigorously: "Just...Didn't I just say it?"

"Because you have a crush on me?" Zhao Xin actually said it openly, "Then you can also come to me as a reader, it's not too much to meet."

This is too embarrassing, Liu Yusheng gripped the hem of his pajamas, and whispered: "Because at that time... I was too inferior. I felt that I was not worthy of you at all, and it was impossible for you to like me, and I was guilty... How dare I go to see you?"

"I've only been here for two days, haven't you played much?"

"Well," Liu Yusheng replied honestly, "I didn't see the cherry blossoms at Wuhan University, and I didn't go to the Yellow Crane Tower—the tickets are too expensive."

Zhao Xin sighed softly.

The spring night was quiet, the two of them were talking to their mobile phones, and suddenly neither of them spoke.

Liu Yusheng thought, am I being too obvious?

Zhao Xin thought, he must still like me, but he can't say it - he has suffered so much, how can I say?

The night wind blows gently, and the weather gradually warms up. In the dark night, the branches of the trees spit out new shoots silently. Maybe you can’t see it at this time, and you won’t see it tomorrow, but one day, the new shoots will grow into lush green leaves.

In the end, it was Zhao Xin who spoke first: "Sheng Yu, I will wait for you to come to Wuhan again."

Liu Yusheng hesitated and said, "Well... later... come again."

It seems that nothing has been promised, and it seems that a lot has been promised.

Zhao Xin smiled silently: "Good night, Yusheng."

"Good night."