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"Ancient Chinese literature major, remember? The Department of Literature is the one where the dormitory building is with the Department of Foreign Languages." Liu Jin and Wei Luan sat face to face, and they talked while drinking coffee.

Liu Jin is also a friend of Wei Luan's. At first, the two of them didn't know each other well, but they both went to the University of Finance and Economics, and gradually became acquainted in the university.Unlike Wei Luan, who was patronizing flirting in college, Liu Jin was pretty good at getting things done. As a student cadre, he was well-known for his popularity.

Wei Luan was asking him about Fan Yuge.

When Liu Jin heard Wei Luan say that Du Xinyi later married a junior from his school, he didn't realize it for a long time, and he had no impression of Fan Yuge.However, he quickly agreed to Wei Luan to investigate this junior, and now the two met in the coffee shop downstairs of Wei Luan's company. Wei Luan invited him to lunch, and the meal was almost enough for them Then we chatted about Fan Yuge.

Wei Luan didn't have a deep impression of the literature department that Liu Jin said was with the foreign language department. In fact, he hardly had any impression.Neither the literature department nor the foreign language department of the University of Finance and Economics are considered popular, and the literature department is even more unpopular. Wei Luan had indeed heard of Chinese language and literature majors before, but his impression was not only within the University of Finance and Economics, but even in his entire body. I don't know anyone in the social circle who studies this major.

In addition, Wei Luan University didn't live on campus, so he bought a house in a community near the school, and lived alone outside. Later, Du Xinyi almost moved to that house.So Wei Luan was not clear about the dormitory distribution in the school.

"But it's a coincidence." Liu Jin said, "Don't you live outside? This Fan Yuge also lives outside. He hasn't paid for the accommodation since he entered school."

"Ah?" Wei Luan exclaimed in surprise.Liu Jinsha said: "So you asked me to find out if Fan Yuge had anything to do with Du Xinyi at school. I really didn't find out. Fan Yuge was very inconspicuous in school. I asked his former teachers and counselors. I have no impression of this person at all. He doesn't live on campus, and he doesn't have any good friends in class or in the department, just like an invisible person."

"So mysterious?" Wei Luan felt more and more strange, unconsciously exploring the intersection of Fan Yuge and Du Xinyi had been put in the second place by him, and his curiosity about Fan Yuge had the upper hand, even Wei Luan himself didn't realize it.

"Then he doesn't have anything special in school?"

"Such a mysterious invisible man, isn't that special enough?" Liu Jin joked, and then replied sternly: "The only place where he has a sense of existence is in the drama club, he is the screenwriter and director of the drama club, and he is a good rehearsal. "

Wei Luan froze for a moment, then thought of Fan Yuge's gentle, slow-spoken accent, as well as their home's simple, warm, and pleasing furnishings and furnishings. "Literary and artistic youth..." He muttered, but most of him believed it in his heart.

"I heard that he is good at writing, and he has a relationship with a writer who came to the school to give lectures in school—that is the Yanyue Dao, do you know? There was a novel adapted into a movie last year... Oh, last year you also If you haven’t come back, you definitely haven’t seen it.”

"I'm pretty good at writing...a novel?"

"It seems so. The people from their drama club said that Yanyue Dao and Fan Yuge got along quite well, and asked Fan Yuge to submit his novels to his magazine. Several articles were submitted, and some of them were published. Maybe they used it This kind of literary and artistic youth's charm has fascinated Du Xinyi."

This is said as a joke.Both Wei Luan and Liu Jin knew Du Xinyi, and they both knew that Du Xinyi didn't like this type of person. To be precise, "Literary Youth" and Du Xinyi were like creatures living in two different worlds. I can't imagine how people from these two worlds can intersect.

But no matter what, Wei Luan knew what kind of person Fan Yuge was when he was in school, although he didn't know whether this information was useful or not.What was really useful was that Liu Jin found out about Fan Yuge's pseudonym and the existence of Yan Yuedao.

Yan Yuedao does host a semi-monthly magazine called "Xin Cao Ji". Wei Luan has no idea what the name means. In his opinion, this kind of magazine with serial novels as the main body is basically lingering. He looked half-dead, and he was able to survive entirely by relying on Yanyue Dao's reputation in the literary world.

In "Xin Cao Ji", there is a resident writer whose pen name is "Tian Yuan", which is exactly the pen name Fan Yuge used when he contributed to Yan Yue Dao in college.Wei Luan searched for this "pastoral" on the Internet, but there is very little information, but he also mentioned that it is a very young male writer who now lives in this city.

It seems that this is Fan Yuge's way of making a living.Wei Luan narrowed his eyes, a writer... is quite suitable for him.This is indeed a job that does not need to clock in to work or go out to run business, and can work at home, which is very suitable for Fan Yuge's life that needs to take care of the family and raise children.

But Wei Luan's doubts were not dispelled.

In "Xincao Ji", in addition to the gold-lettered signature Yanyuedao, there are also two or three writers who have a close personal relationship with Yanyuedao. Although they are not as famous as Yanyuedao, they can be regarded as figures in the literary world.In contrast, Tian Yuan can be said to be unknown. Although he is also a resident writer, he is not very popular. There are very few discussions about him on the Internet. From Wei Luan's point of view, he is considered a dispensable writer.

In addition, he is not considered highly productive, Wei Luan did not believe that Fan Yuge would earn so much money through such a job, that he could support himself and Weiwei without worrying about food and clothing.What's more, Fan Yuge lived outside alone when he first entered college. If there was no special reason, it was because his family background was superior and he would not treat himself badly.

Wei Luan searched for news about Tianyuan on the Internet, and also speculated about Fan Yuge's personality and events in his mind. At some point, he clicked on the novel written by him, and read it with relish.

Fan Yuge wrote a series of suspense novels. The heroine is a girl with psychic abilities. The novels tell about various accidents she encounters or is asked for help from her perspective.Different from Fan Yuge's gentle appearance, his novels have a somewhat sexist style. Not only are the plots very thrilling and exciting, but the descriptions are also very detailed.Even Wei Luan, who doesn't like reading, unknowingly read several articles in a row, forgetting to eat and sleep, feeling dizzy, completely immersed in the world of words.

It wasn't until the office door was opened from the outside with a click that Wei Luan was forced to return to the real world in a daze.

It was really forced, because it was his mother who came in.

"Mom?! Why are you here?" Wei Luan hurriedly got up to greet her.Conciseness does not often go to the company, whether it is the headquarters or a branch.There is a tacit understanding between her and Wei Haihua. Business matters are simple and easy to ignore; relationships, connections and family matters are easily ignored by Wei Haihua.The husband and wife have been like this for many years, so Jie Jie has not been to the company for several years.

"I heard from your father that you did a good job, so I came to see you and see what I brought you." Jian Jian walked over and put the condolences on Wei Luan's table, and Wei Luan also leaned over to look at it With the bag my mother brought.He didn't even think about what he was doing just now, so when Jian Jie stood in front of his chair, he didn't even think about covering up.

Concisely saw Wei Luan's interface unobstructed—well, online novels.

Still a scam site.

The simple eyebrows were erected at once.

"What are you...doing during working hours? Reading novels?"

Only then did Wei Luan react.He hadn't studied in the presence of his parents for many years, let alone work, and he didn't react at all. Only when his mother yelled like this did he realize that he was immersed in another world just now.

"No, no..." Wei Luan's dizzy mind couldn't figure out how to prevaricate, in fact he had nothing to prevaricate—he did read novels all day today, and almost didn't do any work .I don't know why his luck is so bad. His mother doesn't come to see him when he is working hard, but she runs over when he is lazy.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, aren't you reading novels at work?" Jian Jian knocked on Wei Luan's head angrily, "I haven't come to the company once in many years, and when I come, I see that you are not doing your job properly. Your dad still has the nerve to tell me that you did a good job? Where did you do a good job. "

"I really didn't..." Wei Luan hugged his head and cried out, "I'm just tired so I have fun, I really don't always do my job!"

Jian Jie snorted, obviously not believing it, Wei Luan also knew that this matter was indisputable, but there was no way to explain this matter, so he could only complain secretly in his heart.

Conciseness is not enough to throw a tantrum just because of this little matter, and talk about other things after saying a few words about Wei Luan.Wei Luan breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could fully let out the breath, his father called the next day.

On the phone, Wei Haihua first laughed, laughing that Wei Luan was such an adult that he would be scolded by his mother for deserting work.That grievance of Wei Luan, he stuck his neck on the phone and complained to Wei Haihua: "I'm really tired to catch a fish! Well, now I know why you always say that my mother is a spy."

Wei Haihua also had the experience of being caught by his wife when he couldn't argue, and he could understand his son. More importantly, he himself often fished in the office, so he didn't take his son's fish to heart at all. .But one size counts, and he still said to Wei Luan: "But your mother is right, she should find you some other job, the kind that makes you unable to go on errands."

Wei Luan trembled a few times when he heard it, what do you mean I can't do a job on short errands?

"We are discussing cooperation with Kuang, you know that?"

"I know." Kuang's is a company in Macau that is engaged in tourism projects, and has had some small cooperation with the Wei family from time to time before.Recently, Wei Haihua came up with the idea of ​​going on a cruise, and Kuang just happened to have a channel in this regard, and the two sides are in contact.

"I'm going to Macau at the beginning of next month, and you should follow along. I think you will be responsible for this project later on."

Wei Luan raised his eyebrows and blinked.He had barely come into contact with this project before, he glanced at the desk calendar, next month... soon.

"I see." He agreed without hesitation, "Then I'll go home tomorrow, tell me about it, and I'll get acquainted with it in the next few days."

The father and son hung up the phone, Wei Luan rubbed his eyebrows.He does not dislike sudden challenges, and can accept new fields and new things extremely quickly.To be honest, he quite liked this kind of "job that can't be taken away".

His mother is indeed his own mother, who knows him well enough.

The time is very tight. In the past two days, Wei Luan has done a lot of work related to this project and the Kuang Group. Not to mention confident, at least he has a solid foundation.As soon as his nerves relaxed, he suddenly thought that if he was going to Macau for a business trip, he would have to lose sight of Weiwei for a while.

When he thought of Weiwei, he thought of Fan Yuge, and when he thought of Fan Yuge, he thought that his assignment to such a job was inseparable from Fan Yuge.Wei Luan's face was gloomy, although he knew that Fan Yuge could not be blamed for this, but when he thought about it, he always felt a little complicated.What's more, on the one hand, he felt that Fan Yuge really raised Weiwei well, and on the other hand, because of Fan Yuge's many doubts, he felt that this person was unreliable. When the two were intertwined, Wei Luan felt even more complicated when he thought of Fan Yuge.

With this complicated mood, Wei Luan turned to his cell phone and called Fan Yuge.After the call was made, he was a little dumbfounded. He obviously hadn't thought about what to say, so why did his fingers call the call automatically?

Just as Wei Luan was about to hang up the phone, the call was already connected.Fan Yuge's voice was as gentle as ever, so Wei Luan told the other party the truth without embarrassment.

"Then what... I'm going on a business trip next month, and I may not be back for a few days. Can I go and see Weiwei before I leave?"

The last two times Wei Luan went to visit Weiwei uninvited, and even used some tricks to get in.He felt that Fan Yuge must have seen his little Jiujiu that time, so Wei Luan really didn't know whether Fan Yuge would agree to this request.

Fan Yuge really paused for a moment, probably hesitating.Wei Luan didn't wait for the other party to say the words of refusal, so he said first: "How about I take her to eat dessert one day after school, it won't waste much time."

"That's not what it means," Fan Yuge laughed lightly, and the sound came from the receiver to Wei Luan's ears, tickling his ears.

"She signed up for a painting class with the children in the class, and now she will go to the painting class after school."

"Ah..." Wei Luan uttered a syllable of disappointment, and immediately felt that he had lost his composure.Fan Yuge smiled lightly again, and his voice seemed softer when he spoke again.

"Why don't you come over for dinner someday."

"Hey? Is it possible???" Wei Luan's eyes widened in surprise, he didn't expect Fan Yuge to be so eloquent.

Fan Yuge didn't really seem to feel anything, just said in a very normal tone: "Just come over and tell me someday."

"Then, let's do it tomorrow! Tomorrow night?"

"it is good."

Wei Luan happily hung up the phone, and when he was thinking about what to buy for Weiwei tomorrow, he suddenly received a WeChat message from Fan Yuge who had just hung up the phone.

"You don't need to bring anything. There is nothing missing in the house."

Wei Luan was a little dumbfounded.How did he know I was thinking about presents?Could it be that everyone who writes novels has the ability to read minds?Thinking so, he still sent back a WeChat message:

"It's just a little thought, what is it worth?"

Fan Yuge did not come back.

Wei Luan thought for a whole day but couldn't figure out what gift to buy.Unlike the time when he bought gifts before, now that he knows that Fan Yuge's family's living conditions are not bad, buying gifts made him even more entangled, but he couldn't make up his mind after struggling for a whole day, so he could only take them along while driving Made a net red cake.

When we arrived, Weiwei had already returned, and as soon as he saw him he opened his mouth and said, "What delicious food did Uncle Wei bring me?"

In the end, Fan Yuge knocked on the head.Fan Yuge pretended to be angry and said: "Weiwei, uncle is here as a guest, not to bring you a gift, you can't think that way."

Wei Luan didn't feel anything at all, but cheerfully brought the box in front of Weiwei: "I brought you a cake, do you like it?"

"like!"

Fan Yuge glanced at him helplessly, as if "spoiled her" was written all over his eyes, Wei Luan smiled at him, Fan Yuge's nonchalant attitude put Wei Luan in a good mood.The room was already full of the smell of food, Weiwei asked Fan Yuge with the box: "Dad! When can we have cake?"

"You have to eat first, and you can eat cake later." He took the box from Weiwei's hand and put it in the refrigerator, "Go, take Uncle Wei to wash his hands, and we'll be eating right away."

Weiwei agreed, bouncing around like a little bell and taking Wei Luan to wash his hands.The bathroom is at the end of the corridor. There are three rooms in the corridor. When Wei Luan came last time, the doors of these three rooms were all closed, but today one door was not closed tightly, and a small crack was exposed.Wei Luan glanced in along the crack of the door, and saw that there was a box in the corner, and a corner of the box was stuck in the crack of the door, so the door was not closed tightly.

Wei Luan raised his eyebrows, and glanced across the corridor.The sound of the range hood running was still steady, and Weiwei was bouncing around after washing her hands. She thought she was helping Fan Yuge, but in fact she was making trouble for him.Wei Luan only hesitated for a second, then pushed the door open slightly, and the warm yellow halo of the porch lamp was shining on the box stuck in the crack of the door.

It was a cardboard box, the opening on the top was not closed, there was no trace of being taped, and there was no express delivery note, but a few words were written on the box with an oil-based pen: "Teacher Pastoral".

His pseudonym?Is this something sent by the magazine?Wei Luan's curiosity was suddenly heightened.He quickly bent down and opened the open box. On the top were several envelopes of different styles. Wei Luan saw that the very artistic envelope on the top said: Received by Teacher Tian Yuan.

Wei Luan understood.He closed the suitcase, closed the door and backed out, and returned to the restaurant pretending nothing happened.

The dinner was not a big one, but it was delicious.The pot-packed meat is sweet and sour, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Chinese kale and ham sausage cut into small octopus are fried together, obviously to coax children to eat. Shrimp and eggs are as tender as tofu, and there is a fragrant Winter melon ribs soup.

Wei Luan has not eaten such a simple and delicious home-cooked meal for many years. His father is busy outside every day. When he was in his hometown of C City, his mother used to cook by himself, but it is a pity that his mother is fine. With a talent for cooking, it's okay to eat casually, but not to eat delicious food.Jie Jie also knows this, so she often takes her son to her best friend, that is, Wei Luan's godmother's house to grab a meal. Wei Luan's childhood memories of "delicious home-cooked food" almost completely stay on the table at the godmother's house .

Who knows that this pleasant feeling can be found again at the dinner table of my ex-girlfriend's husband and my daughter's adoptive father.Wei Luan picked up a big crunchy green shrimp, and while chewing, he felt that the world was unpredictable. When he first suspected that Weiwei was his daughter, his attitude towards Fan Yuge was nothing but suspicion and distrust. The nature of things has changed, and even the overall impression is quite different.

Wei Luan couldn't help but think of the novel written by Fan Yuge that he had read before, and the letters and gifts that were obviously sent to him by readers and fans in the box just now, and he felt a little understanding in his heart.There is a subtle contrast between Fan Yuge's novels and himself. Wei Luan thought that if Fan Yuge's fans knew what kind of person he was in life, they would love him even more.

He was thinking while eating, and before he realized whether there was something wrong with his thinking, he heard Fan Yuge ask him across the table: "Do you want more soup?"

Wei Luan looked down and saw that the soup in his bowl had been drunk, and there was only a bone in the chopsticks in his hand, and Wei Luan was grinding that bone like a big dog biting a molar stick.He threw away the bone in a hurry, looked at the bowl in front of him and hesitated.

In fact, he really wanted to drink another bowl.But after thinking about it for a while, Wei Luan suddenly felt a little embarrassed.Probably because of excess consciousness, anyway, he now feels that asking for another bowl of soup is tantamount to admitting that he likes Fan Yuge's food very much, and admitting this is tantamount to admitting defeat to Fan Yuge.

He was about to bite the bullet and refuse to say no, when he heard Fan Yuge laugh softly, just like the kind of laughter he made on the phone.Then Fan Yuge stood up, crossed the table and directly took the bowl in front of Wei Luan, turned and went to the kitchen.

Holding the chopsticks in one hand, Wei Luan was a little dazed.

Fan Yuge filled the soup, came back and brought the soup in front of Wei Luan, smiled at him, showing the dimples on his side face, and then sat back in his seat.The whole movement was quite natural, as if the man sitting across from him was not a scumbag ex who had always abandoned his wife.Wei Luan had mixed feelings in his heart, but the soup was really delicious, he said thank you in a low voice, then lowered his head and finished the bowl of soup.