Reborn on the Happy Hall + Spoiler

Zhang Li: Ah, ok, I see.

Xu Yihan quit Weibo and threw his phone aside casually.Publishing these chat records is tantamount to making Shidu Qianqian offend the other five authors over and over again.Let’s not talk about the mediocre fire and the already torn Lu Weifu and Yusheng, just talk about the remaining two: Pink Miaomiao has been amlied by several scanning accounts before her identity is revealed; the second year’s Yun is early It was speculated by the readers that Gao Xuan had become popular in the past two years, and he himself directly acquiesced.

One is a new author who is optimistic about the scanning number, and the other is a handsome and talented Internet celebrity author. Xu Yihan is looking forward to it. How much appeal will these two people have?

He felt more and more that this competition was simply an extremely interesting game. These authors either worked diligently to write articles, or tried their best to succeed. To put it bluntly, they were all under his control. He suddenly wanted to take a look. Is it hard work and talent, or marketing and operation that wins?

Holding a bowl in one hand, Deng Yuan slowly walked out of the kitchen with downcast eyes: "Yihan, take it—slow down, it's too full."

Xu Yihan took the bowl and smiled: "Why do you think of doing this?"

Deng Yuan carefully put the bowl on the table: "I saw dried osmanthus for sale in the supermarket today, so I bought some. Would you like to try it?"

In the bowl is crystal clear sweet-scented osmanthus rice wine. The glutinous rice is soft and white, floating in the rice wine like clouds.There are some fine osmanthus froth at the bottom of the bowl, exuding a faint fragrance of osmanthus.Xu Yihan bowed his head and took a deep breath of the hot air. The familiar and warm scent of osmanthus slowly filled his nostrils.

He remembered that two sweet-scented osmanthus trees had been planted in his grandfather's house. The hills in Deng village were high and low, and the fields were all in small patches. Surprisingly, although the branches of those two trees were thin and thin, they bloomed profusely in autumn. In the autumn of Deng Village, for a period of time, he woke up every morning to the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.Soon after the sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed, Deng Xiuli picked a lot, dried it to make sweet-scented osmanthus tea, or made sweet-scented osmanthus cake, sweet-scented osmanthus rice wine, or stored the dried sweet-scented osmanthus, and added it to the Lantern Festival stuffing on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.He remembered very clearly that it was the first time he tasted that peculiar fragrance in Yuanxiao. He asked Deng Xiuli, Mom, what is in it?It was a particularly lively and busy night. There was a lion dance team in the village accompanied by gongs and drums. Deng Xiuli distributed the cooked Lantern Festival to the lion dance villagers. Shi Wei'er, she scratched the bridge of Xu Yihan's nose, and hurriedly said: "It's sweet-scented osmanthus, Yihan."

"How is it? Is it a bit sweet?" Deng Yuan asked.

"No, it's delicious."

After Xu Yihan finished speaking, he took another sip slowly, not like drinking rice wine, but like drinking tea.Deng Yuan looked at him and smiled: "Drink so politely."

No, it wasn't because of being gentle, Xu Yihan's fingertips were a little red from the heat of the bowl, he thought, he had almost forgotten about this smell and that night on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.It turns out that sometimes it is more difficult than forgetting to remember.

He suddenly asked in a nagging voice, "Are the two sweet-scented osmanthus trees in Grandpa's house still there?"

As soon as the voice fell, I regretted it. How many years have passed, I must be gone.Besides, even if it is still there—Deng Yuan may not know it.

"Yes," Deng Yuan's tone was so natural, "It's very thick."

"You mean... do you know which two trees I'm talking about? It's behind his house, down the path, and..."

"Passing through the bamboo forest, those two trees by the side of the grandfather's field, right?"

Xu Yihan said in a daze: "...Yes."

Deng Yuan smiled and said, "Those two trees are very thick now."

"……Oh."

Deng Yuan put away the bowl and washed it, and then took a bath again. When he came out of the steamy bathroom, Xu Yihan was still sitting on the sofa in the posture he had been in twelve minutes ago, his eyes were a little empty.

"Yihan?" Deng Yuan called him, "What are you thinking? So serious."

"……nothing."

Xu Yihan got up and walked towards Deng Yuan.Deng Yuan was wearing a short nightdress, satin matte garnet red, with thin suspenders, no waist, and the knee-length skirt was trimmed with broken lace.

Xu Yihan gently hugged Deng Yuan's waist: "New?"

"...Well," Deng Yuan curled the corner of his mouth, not very embarrassed, "I bought it from Taobao, and it just happened to be on sale."

That night Deng Yuan was still sleeping on Xu Yihan's bed, Xu Yihan had wanted to do everything with Deng Yuan long ago, but this night, he had no desire at all.

After turning off the lights, Xu Yihan followed the sweet-scented osmanthus and thought of his grandfather, the old man who almost doted on him.He knew that when Deng Xiuli and Lao Xu divorced and returned to Jingzhou, she was diagnosed with cervical cancer four years later and passed away within a few months.But what about grandpa?I don't know if grandpa is still alive, if not, how did he get away?He wanted to ask Deng Yuan a little bit, but he was afraid that this topic would be unstoppable, so he had no choice but to hold back and didn't say anything.

In the darkness, Xu Yihan gently leaned closer and hugged Deng Yuan, he couldn't see Deng Yuan's face clearly, he could only feel his body, soft and warm, like a vague and distant memory.

The update after the fire is the cloud for the second year.

The comment area of ​​"I Don't Want Superpowers" has never been so lively: it's no longer just canned hairtail arguing with tens of thousands of fans, this time it has become a chaotic battle of four fans - sickness, rain, fire , The second year of the cloud. Fire has been confirmed by fans to be black, but her popularity has always been mediocre, Xu Yihan reckons her fans don't have much fighting power.Unexpectedly, several Sweeping Accounts headed by "Siam Sweeping Tweets" suddenly expressed their support for fire.In their words, fire is an old author in the romance circle, who has been writing articles hard for many years, and should not be bullied by a popular danmei author who fucked and made people popular—this would be a shame to the danmei circle.And more importantly, every author who writes sincerely should be respected-fuzzy author?Which web writer didn't come out of a fuzzy writer?Oh yes, ten degrees and thousands of thousands are not, she was created by manipulating people.

After the solidarity, the number of fire supporters has greatly increased. There are romance readers who have heard the news, and there are many danmei readers who think they have an obligation to uphold justice.

Apart from these four fans, there are also people who eat melons: Some people say that ten degrees and thousands of fans do not restrain the words and deeds of fans in the fan group, which is really conniving fans to attack other authors personally; some people say that fans have freedom of speech, Besides, how can she handle so many fans by herself?Some people say that freedom of speech is okay, but you have to be responsible for every word you say; some people say that most of them are middle school children in their teens, so let’s be more tolerant; some people say don’t say that.

There were different opinions for a while, but the tipping income of the six authors kept rising.

Liu Yusheng walked out of the hospital, plugged in his earphones, and after a while, Zhao Xin called.

This was the third day of my mother's hospitalization. Since I sent her to the hospital the night before yesterday, she was able to drink some millet porridge today. In the past three days, Zhao Xin called Liu Yusheng four times.

The first time was yesterday morning, when Liu Yusheng was on his way home from the hospital.

The second time was at noon yesterday, when Zhao Xin asked Liu Yusheng, "Can I order takeaway for you? You just woke up and haven't had lunch yet?"

Liu Yusheng asked in a daze, "How do you know where my home is?"

Zhao Xin was frank: "When you got into the taxi in the morning, you reported your address to the driver. I heard it, but if you don't want to, I'll pretend you didn't hear it."

Liu Yusheng was at a loss for words because of this low-key gesture, so he could only say dryly, "Then you can order, but you won't need it next time."

The third time was when Liu Yusheng was on his way to the hospital this morning. Zhao Xin actually reminded him: "Gancheng will cool down in these two days. When you go out in the morning, the temperature will be low. Wear more clothes." Is the temperature low in the morning?Liu Yusheng felt his cheeks a little hot.

The fourth time is now, Liu Yu was afraid that Zhao Xin would order takeaway for him, and also afraid that Zhao Xin would ask him if he had any extra clothes, so he preemptively asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm reading the text."

"what?"

Zhao Xinwen said softly, "I'm watching "President, I'm Really Wrong"."

Liu Yusheng immediately became nervous: "You... just watch it, don't tip it!"

"Ah," Zhao Xin paused, with a puzzled tone, "Why? I just give rewards to the articles I like."

Liu Yusheng thought to himself that you don't like it at all, but it's hard to say it outright, so he can only beat around the bush and say, "But everyone has never seen you tipping other articles..."

Zhao Xin was silent for a few seconds: "I just tipped another article."

"...Ah, is that so?" Liu Yusheng heaved a sigh of relief, but then felt like he was being self-indulgent?It turned out that Zhao Xin would also give rewards to other articles.

"……Um."

"The bus is here," Liu Yusheng said, "Then I'll hang up first."

"Okay, contact me tomorrow?"

"okay."