All the protagonists of the abuse novels I wrote have come to me

Song Bai's applause silently disappeared under Zhu Peiqi's distorted expression. He was afraid that his fingers would be broken if he continued to clap.

People in society can't afford to be provoked.

He stood up and wanted to make eye contact with the other person, but found that he was actually half a head shorter than the other person. After two seconds of silence, he sat back silently. He obviously looked at a face that was not tall, but who knew he was so tall.

"Well, I really don't know you, have you misunderstood something?"

Zhu Peiqi's expression was still distorted, watching him repeat what he said just now: "My name is Zhu Peiqi."

There is a posture that Song Bai can't remember and won't give up.

Song Bai was a little speechless, but still tried his best to search his memory, shaking his head: "Sorry, I really don't remember that I knew you."

He can count his close relationships with two hands since he was a child. After his parents passed away, other relatives seldom move around, and there are only a few friends who have a good relationship with each other. After graduation, everyone is busy, and there are not many contacts.

Zhu Peiqi's appearance, if you know him, you will never forget it, unless...

"You used to be fat? Or..."

Plastic surgery?

The latter reason was not very good. He hesitated for a while and didn't say it directly, and Zhu Peiqi's face didn't look like it had been corrected, otherwise the technique would be too good.

"No!" Zhu Peiqi's suppressed anger seemed to rise again, her chest heaved, and she looked at him as if she wanted to get angry.

But Song Bai felt that he would not get angry with himself, or that he would not get angry with anyone, his personality was like this, there was no reason, he just felt that way.

This inexplicable emotion made him wonder for two seconds.

Sure enough, Zhu Peiqi held back her anger, but still did not give up: "Think about it carefully, do you really not remember?"

Song Bai carefully recalled the classmates and friends he had known since childhood, and replied seriously: "Sorry, I really don't remember that I knew you."

Zhu Peiqi's eyes were red with naked eyes, and she growled lowly: "You don't remember! How can you not remember?! You—"

"呲-"

Excited, he leaned forward and knocked against the glass counter.

Song Bai's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately stood up and stretched out his hands to hold him steady. This person really didn't run out of a certain courtyard, did he? Although he looked very gentle, sometimes the more gentle a person is, the more frightening he is when he erupts. You must know that killing people with mental illness doesn't pay for their lives these days.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited..."

He swallowed, and tried his best to smile kindly: "Let's have something to talk about, talk about it..."

Quickly glanced at Zhu Peiqi to see if he might be carrying dangerous items. The temperature in Ancheng in early summer has already passed 25, especially the steady rise in the past few days. Everyone has already changed into short-sleeved shorts, but Zhu Peiqi is very particular about what she wears , suits and leather shoes, even the tailoring fabrics are cheap at first glance, and thanks to his good looks and good temperament, otherwise he would be misunderstood as a bank employee or an insurance seller in this weather.

Song Bai was afraid that he would pull out a knife from his trouser pocket in the next second.

Perhaps his consolation had worked, Zhu Peiqi suppressed her anger again, she was silent for a few seconds with red eyes, and said, "My name is Zhu Mingjin, and my name is Peiqi."

Then, as if grabbing the last straw, he looked at Song Bai expectantly: "Think about it carefully, you must know."

The surname is Zhu, the name is Jin, and the name is Peiqi?

Song Bai was skeptical, didn't all the characters come from the ancients, and is there anyone who writes for himself now?But after thinking about it, maybe he is a history student, or it may not necessarily be from a scholarly family. After all, this literati temperament does not look like an ordinary family background.

Zhu Jin, Zhu Peiqi.

He silently read it twice in his heart, and searched his memory again, but still found nothing. He really didn't know this person. Thinking about Zhu Peiqi's performance just now, he thought that this person probably had some mental problems and admitted the wrong person. up.

Thinking of this, he was a little apprehensive. After all, in his impression, if a mental patient develops an illness, his relatives will not recognize him. Although Zhu Peiqi looks thin, but with her height here, he may not be able to stop her from doing anything.

Song Bai couldn't help but gripped his phone tightly, planning to find an opportunity to call the police. If he guessed wrong, he should apologize and pay compensation, which is better than getting injured and dying for no reason. He hasn't lived enough, and he is afraid of death.

Thinking of him trying to maintain a smile, he said: "Tell me a little more, the information of just a name is a bit small, maybe I will remember it if you say a little more..."

Zhu Peiqi seemed to think that what he said made sense, after thinking about it, she said another name: "Xu Xianqing."

These three words were said very coldly, as if they were not very willing.

Who is this!

Song Baitou is big, trying to look like he is thinking seriously, just thinking that the takeaway he ordered has arrived.

Because he eats three meals a day, he is familiar with several delivery boys nearby. The boy came in and said in a familiar tone: "Brother Song, your meal has arrived, and it's still hot!"

"Thank you." Song Bai quickly reached out from behind the counter to take it.

The takeaway boy didn't leave immediately, and said a little embarrassedly: "Brother Song, do you have a pen? Lend me. A customer just said that he wanted to draw a Peppa Pig on the order for him. The owner of the store was busy just now. I Thinking of stopping by your place first..."

Song Bai heard Piggy Peggy's thud, afraid of irritating Zhu Peiqi, he changed the subject to Zhu Peiqi while holding a pen for the takeaway brother: "Well, why don't you just say more, don't just name people, other things, For example, where is your home, where do you work..."

The anticipation on Zhu Peiqi's face slowly disappeared, her gaze was complicated: "The first thing I did when I came here was to look for you, but you forgot about me and said you didn't know me..."

He muttered repeatedly like Mrs. Xianglin: "How can you not know me, how can you say you don't know me..."

Brother, I really don't know you!

Song Bai caught a glimpse of the delivery boy's froze action and wanted to cry without tears.

Zhu Peiqi ignored him and said, "I hesitated for a long time before coming to see you. I tossed and turned in my mind what you would say to me and what you would think of me. I didn't expect you to say that you didn't know me..."

Song Bai emphasized: "You have identified the wrong person, I really don't know you."

Zhu Peiqi: "I don't blame you or hate you for what you did to me. It's not all your fault, but I never thought you would say you don't know me..."

The takeaway guy couldn't help but glanced at them, specifically at Song Bai, as if he didn't expect Song Ge to be such Song Ge.

Song Bai silently picked up the phone and called the police. This time, he would call the police even if he said anything.

"Well, Brother Song, you are busy, I'll go first!" The takeaway boy quickly handed the pen to him after finishing the drawing in two or three strokes.

"Stop!" Song Bai couldn't bear to interrupt Zhu Peiqi, "Mr. Zhu, let me say this one last time. I really don't know you. If you continue, I will call the police."

After finishing speaking, I immediately regretted it. What if I was irritated by this, I quickly grasped the phone and stood back to distance myself.

Zhu Peiqi looked at him with red eyes and said nothing.

Song Bai inexplicably saw the grievance in his eyes, and murmured in his heart why you were wronged, I was wronged, somehow I was considered a scumbag.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Zhu Peiqi suddenly changed her face, her grievances turned into indifference, and her melancholy turned into gloom. If she was gentle before, now she looks like a beast.

He took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket, took out another handkerchief, wiped it slowly and said to Song Bai: "Sorry, that idiot was too rude, but he didn't mean any harm. In fact, he likes you very much."

Mom, I'm really sick!

Song Bai decisively dialed the police number. He was very glad that he had already saved the phone number of the police station in their area in the address book. It was originally used to prevent robbery or thieves, but he did not expect to use it on this day.

Unexpectedly, a hand reached out to clamp his wrist and pressed the outgoing call.

"Let go!" Song Bai struggled immediately, but he didn't expect Zhu Peiqi to look thin, but his hands were strong, and he was annoyed at his previous hesitation, because Zhu Peiqi let down his vigilance without making a big fuss. The appearance is too bluffing.

"You really don't want to know why I came to you?"

Song Bai froze. To be honest, he was a little curious. What Zhu Peiqi said was too swearing, and his conversational temperament didn't look like the kind of person who came to deceive people.

Most importantly, he has an inexplicable closeness to him.

It was precisely because of this feeling that he didn't throw him out immediately.

"<Love in a Troubled World: No Tears in the Sky>." Zhu Peiqi let go of his hand leisurely.

What?What love?What the hell?

Song Bai had a question mark face, this topic was too jumpy.

"This is the name of a novel." Zhu Peiqi put the wiped glasses on her tall nose, "You wrote it."

Song Bai was stunned.

"Remember? Shall I remind you? This is a novel with the background of the Republic of China. It's about the ups and downs of the protagonist's love and hatred in troubled times. Being bullied, lost his mother at the age of three, and his father married his stepmother at the age of five..."

His novels...

Song Bai seemed to be pulled back to the past for a moment, and some dusty memories were restarted. With Zhu Peiqi's reminder, he remembered.

Then his face contorted for a moment, and he really wrote the title of the book that was so embarrassing.

Inability to vomit.

It's just that the memory is too long, and it has long been blurred. I only remember some outlines, and the details have long been forgotten.

"So?" He was even more confused. Could it be that Zhu Peiqi is his fan?Want to meet the author himself after many years?No, no, he remembered that he was full of black fans back then.

Wait, it's not impossible for black fans to come to you after many years...

But it's been too many years, it's been ten years, do you want to be so persistent?

Zhu Peiqi smiled slightly: "Do you still remember the name of the protagonist in this novel?"

"Call..." Song Bai opened his mouth. He really doesn't remember it. In ten years, he had long forgotten the prank he played casually at the beginning, and he never found it out. has closed down.

But it doesn't matter, he unlocked the phone and opened Du Niang to search, and as expected, he found a row of TXT.

Open one of them casually, and immediately saw the introduction, and then saw the name of the protagonist, with three big characters shining brightly:

I wish Peiqi.

Song Bai:? ! ? ? ! ! ? ? ? ! ! !

"Let me introduce you formally." Zhu Peiqi smiled and held out her hand, "I am the protagonist of this book, Zhu Jin, Zhu Peiqi."

Song Bai's three views were broken at this moment.

The author has something to say: Xiao Zhu: friendly, mood: wronged.

Great Wishes: Neutral, Mood: Interesting.

Song Bai: Help! !

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