Reborn on the Happy Hall + Spoiler

Liu Yusheng's face was a little hot. He thought of a rebirth novel he wrote last year. After the heroine died unexpectedly, she was reincarnated as a rich daughter. How did he write it?He wrote that the heroine bought a Gucci padlock in high spirits on the first day of her rebirth.Readers shouted cuteness and envy in the comment area, but no one asked, why did the heroine accept the "rebirth" all of a sudden?Isn't it horrifying to wake up in another body after a car accident?

Yusheng: I understand what you think, but we are writing online novels after all, readers also know that they are reading online novels, readers regard these stories as entertainment, so maybe they don’t want to pursue so much, they don’t know , they just don't want to pursue it.

Lu Weifu: So the author also has a similar idea?For example, the author and the readers understand that if it is put in real life, people who suddenly get superpowers will definitely feel confused and panic, but if it is put in an online novel, the protagonist does not have to be like this, It's not that everyone doesn't know, but that everyone doesn't want to delve into it, so let the protagonist happily open a cheat, so that the author will save trouble and the readers will be happy.Yeah?

Rain Sound: I think so.

Zhao Xin thought, Liu Yusheng really understood.He, no, they—it's not that they can't write it, but they don't want to write it.Perhaps at the moment they decided to put it on the website, they had already made all the psychological preparations: the words they wrote would be called "Internet novels" together with more bad words, and would be used as a part of entertainment. This kind will be read at a glance and will be forgotten carelessly.So there is no need to delve into it, to be serious, or to be serious, and the author and readers can entertain each other.

Eliot writes: I am Lazarus, from the land of the dead / I come back to tell you, tell you everything.

A female author said: creators are such a group of people who are bored to death.

That's right, the creator should be someone who explores the realm of death. Those subtle and unspeakable emotions and unspeakable situations are all the realm of death that the creator strives to reach. This matter itself may be boring, but it must be painful.But now, more and more authors no longer force themselves to "send to death". Since they can write happily and interestingly, and readers can also read happily and interestingly, why should they "send to death"?A scoop of what you've written—take it easy and don't overthink it.

Liu Yusheng asked anxiously: Da Da, are you there?

Zhao Xinhui: I'm here, I'm just thinking, am I being too serious?

Liu Yusheng quickly replied: It's not your problem, it's just that each author has different positioning and requirements for himself... I think so.

Zhao Xin raised his chin and remained silent for a moment, then said: Can you speak to me?

After seven o'clock in the evening, Xu Yihan hurried out of the office on the phone.

"I have something to do this afternoon - you wait for me, and you must wait for me to go with you."

"Yihan, you haven't eaten yet, have you?" Deng Yuan said softly, "you can eat first, I'll go there by myself, it's really fine, there are so many neighbors around, how dare he hit me? And I have told him in advance Yes, we..."

"No!" Xu Yihan slammed the car door shut, "I'll be home in a while, you are waiting for me at home."

Deng Yuan: "...Okay."

It was agreed when I went out in the morning, Xu Yihan accompanied Deng Yuan back to his rental house tonight—to be precise, it was the place where Deng Yuan lived with his ex-boyfriend—to be more precise, that person was not his ex-boyfriend yet.Xu Yihan could feel that Deng Yuan didn't really want him to go back with him.

Thinking of these, Xu Yihan became very irritable, and the word "husband" on the caller ID of Deng Yuan's mobile phone that night also made him very upset.He wants to see what it is, and he deserves to be called husband by Deng Yuan.

It happened to be the evening rush hour again at this point, Xu Yihan was stuck in the endless traffic, he couldn't bear it anymore, and cursed "fuck".

At nearly eight o'clock, Xu Yihan finally arrived home.He was already holding back his anger, but at the moment he saw Deng Yuan, his whole body was ignited like a second kick.

——Deng Yuan put on makeup.

Xu Yihan could tell that Deng Yuan had put on makeup.

Not only is his complexion fairer, but he also painted his eyebrows and eye shadow.His eyebrows are slightly brownish black, bent into a very soft arc, with no eyebrow peaks, and the tails of the eyebrows are slightly depressed, like the thin moon at dawn.The ends of his eyes are light grayish brown with a little bit of golden vermilion floating on them, making his eyes slender, like a meandering river reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun.He put the broken hair on his forehead aside with a small black clip, revealing his round and slightly shiny forehead.

Xu Yihan looked at Deng Yuan, his anger lost his mind for a moment, he grabbed Deng Yuan's hand, and said viciously: "If I don't go with you today, don't you plan to come back?!"

Chapter 21

Deng Yuan "hissed" when he was caught by Xu Yihan, he shook his arm and did not break free, his eyebrows were knit into a ball: "Yihan, I...you let go first."

"You go to break up with that man, and you still dress like this?" Xu Yihan turned a deaf ear, "What do you mean?!"

"I..." Deng Yuan opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end. He raised his face to look at Xu Yihan, and begged in a low voice: "Yihan, don't be angry, or I will... go by myself, okay?"

"Not good," Xu Yihan held Deng Yuan's wrist tightly, and said through gritted teeth, "I'll go with you."

Xu Yihan was driving, Deng Yuan was sitting in the passenger seat, and the two of them had nothing to say all the way.

Turning from the main road to the small road, winding and crowded alleys appeared on both sides of the street. Xu Yihan even saw the clinic—the clinic where Deng Yuan went to get bandages and infusions after being injured by his boyfriend that night.The more Xu Yihan thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. He even pressed the horn a lot harder. He slammed it down as if venting his anger, and let out a sharp whistle on the quiet path.

Is Deng Yuan cheap?That man beat him up with his hands, and he still put on makeup and went back to see him?What, did you hook up with that man and get back together with him?

Love him that much?

"Yihan," Deng Yuan whispered, "it's the road sign ahead, just stop there."

Xu Yihan glanced at Deng Yuan, but said nothing.

After getting off the car, Deng Yuan walked in front, and Xu Yihan followed without saying a word.This is a narrow alley, there is a street lamp at the entrance of the alley, but the alley is dark.Deng Yuan turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone, and explained as he walked: "There used to be a street lamp, but it was smashed by a drunkard, and no one has been repairing it."

Xu Yihan gave a low "hmm", thinking that Deng Yuan was quite familiar with such a poor place, how long has he lived here?

After another ten minutes, after turning two turns, Deng Yuan said, "Here we are."

In front of me are two dilapidated residential buildings with only five floors, and the entrance of the corridor is as narrow as a cave.Although there were lights of different colors in the upstairs windows, at first glance, the whole building seemed to be soaked in a layer of dirty gutter oil.

Deng Yuan turned his head to look at Xu Yihan: "Yihan, why don't you wait for me downstairs? I'll pack up and come down."

Just standing downstairs, Xu Yihan could smell the sour smell of swill.

"Let's go up together." Xu Yihan said boldly.

The corridor was full of sundries: high bundles of cardboard boxes, old shoe racks, and even a few pairs of broken slippers... Xu Yihan moved his body cautiously, and finally made it to the fourth floor.

Deng Yuan took out the key and opened the door.

The yellow white iron door made a "squeak" sound, Xu Yihan followed Deng Yuan into the door, and saw a fat man sitting on a chair with his back to them.Hearing the sound, the man turned his head to look at them, then turned his head back again, his expression indifferent.

Deng Yuan asked with some embarrassment: "Wen Jia, have you eaten yet?"

The man answered irrelevantly: "I didn't touch your things, you can clean them up yourself."

The living room didn't turn on the lights, only the TV was on, and by the light of the TV, Xu Yihan saw a plastic table in front of the man, and there was nothing on the table except an ashtray.

Deng Yuan lowered his head and led Xu Yihan into the room.

The room was very small, Xu Yihan estimated that he could walk from the door to the end in about six or seven steps.This house is not known how many years old, the walls are dark and yellow, only the wall next to the bed is covered with wallpaper.A few pieces of furniture are crowded together, beside the bed is a simple wardrobe supported by steel frames and canvas, next to the wardrobe is a computer desk, on which are placed desktop computers and mainframes——Xu Yihan feels like he has time-traveled, what is this? In the [-]s, does anyone still use a computer with a host?Next to the computer table is a smaller plastic table with a mirror and some bottles and cans standing on it.

The window of the room was open, and the dust on the screen window almost filled the screen grid, and there were a few stains of turbidity on the glass, I don't know what it was.

Deng Yuan leaned over to arrange the messy shoes on the ground, then he opened the closet and took out a bunch of clothes.