Reborn on the Happy Hall + Spoiler

Thinking of this, Xu Yihan's anger that his flirting was interrupted disappeared, and he looked around, only to realize that he was walking while talking on the phone, and he had reached an unknown place.There is a narrow road at the foot, and there are alleys on both sides of the road. Not far in front, there are small stalls and carts, selling soup dumplings, oranges, roast meat... It is a small vegetable market.

Xu Yihan suddenly felt a little hungry, walked to the stall selling soup dumplings, and asked, "Auntie, how do you sell the dumplings?"

"Bao'er is a sticky piece of love, and you can break it with a cage. (Baozi costs [-] yuan a cage, and there are eight in a cage.)"

"what?"

"Break it with a cage!"

"..."

Xu Yihan really couldn't understand what she said, just about to give up asking and go directly to the two cages, but someone patted his shoulder from behind.

"Yihan?"

Xu Yihan turned his head, was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled: "Sister—why are you here?"

Deng Yuan's eyes flickered, as if a little embarrassed: "I live here." Just like in WeChat, he did not deny that Xu Yihan called him "sister".

After buying the soup dumplings, Xu Yihan and Deng Yuan walked side by side on the sidewalk.

The soup dumpling tastes good, but the skin is slightly thicker than Wuhan soup dumpling.Xu Yihan took a bite of the small bun, and the soup poured into his mouth instantly, full of delicious fragrance.

"Not bad?" Deng Yuan asked.

"It's delicious, but that auntie speaks Shanghai dialect, which I really don't understand."

"It's not Shanghai dialect, she's from Taizhou, Jiangsu Taizhou."

"Oh……"

Xu Yihan looked at Deng Yuan sideways. Deng Yuan had short, slightly long hair and his ears were covered, revealing only a white, round earlobe.Today he didn't wear a takeaway suit, but a brown corduroy jacket with horn buttons and a narrow round neckline, which made his face a bit childish.He was wearing a pair of white cotton sweatpants with wide legs, and a pair of white canvas shoes were half hidden when he walked.

Xu Yihan asked: "How long have you lived here?"

"Two years."

"Then... when did you come to Shanghai?"

"13 years," Deng Yuan smiled, "I lived in a more remote place before."

Xu Yihan secretly calculated that Deng Yuan was five years older than him, and he should be 2013 years old in 26.He came to Shanghai at the age of 26, what about before the age of 26?

Xu Yihan lived in Dengcun for one year, from the age of 11 to 12.Later, Lao Xu and Deng Xiuli divorced, and he was sentenced to Lao Xu.At that time, Lao Xu's career focus shifted from Wuhan to Shenzhen. He studied in a private junior high school in Shenzhen for three years, and then went to England to study high school at the age of 16.Two years of high school, three years of undergraduate studies, he graduated from university at the age of 21, traveled around the world for two years during the gap year, returned to the UK to study for a master's degree for two years, and then returned to China.

From the age of 12 to 25, during the 13 years, Xu Yihan never went back to Jingzhou, and even returned to Hubei very few times.

Xu Yihan suddenly became curious, what has Deng Yuan been doing for the past 13 years?

Why does he look like he hasn't changed, he's still so girly, so shy, soft, and docile.

Xu Yihan was curious, but didn't ask. 13 years is too long.

Xu Yihan stopped in his tracks: "Let's go here, I'll take a taxi and go back."

Deng Yuan nodded: "The road here is narrow, it's not easy to take a taxi, just walk to the intersection."

"Well, okay, you can go home," Xu Yihan smiled, "It's still quite cold today."

"Okay, then I'll go back first..." Deng Yuan turned around and was about to leave.

Xu Yihan's mind flashed, but he stretched out his hand to stop him: "Leave a phone number, sister."

Chapter 7

It was past nine o'clock when Xu Yihan got home, and the soup dumpling was not finished, it was cold, and he threw it into the trash can.He took a shower, then went to get a beer from the refrigerator, passed the trash can, and saw the bag of soup dumplings again.

The plastic bags that hold the soup dumplings have become greasy and turbid, sticky and wrinkled.Xu Yihan stared at the plastic bag for a few seconds, thinking of the small vegetable market and the winding alleys on both sides.He had read an article saying that residents in many old alleys in Shanghai shared public toilets. Every morning, residents carried urinals and lined up to dump their excrement.

I don't know how Deng Yuan's rented house is. If you deliver food, if you work harder, your income should be okay.

Deng Yuan is really interesting, obviously he is only Xu Yihan's distant cousin, he can even be said to be a stranger - but when Xu Yihan thinks of him, he feels itchy in his heart and always wants to do something.

So Xu Yihan took out his mobile phone and called Deng Yuan, and the connection was made quickly.

"Hello? Yihan?"

"Well, it's me, I just got home."

"Oh...is your home far away?"

"It's quite far from where you live," Xu Yihan smiled, and decided to go straight to the point, "Sister—I called you sister when I was in my hometown, do you still remember?"

Deng Yuan coughed, his voice flustered: "I remember."

"I guess you'll remember, you asked me to call it that."

"I……"

"Sister, why did you come to Shanghai? What do you usually do, deliver food?"

"Ah, yes, food delivery..." Deng Yuan stammered, "Come to Shanghai to work, the salary is higher here, here."

"Oh, are you married?"

"..."

"elder sister?"

"No, it's not over."

Xu Yihan curled his lips silently: "What degree do you have? I see if I can arrange a lighter job for you."

"I... graduated from high school. No, I won't bother you, Yihan——I think food delivery is also very good."

"What's the matter, it's too hard, and it's not safe. We are relatives anyway, and we are all living in Shanghai, so we should help each other more, right?" Xu Yihan plausibly said, "Look at last time, you lent money to a friend, I was injured in a car accident and didn’t even have the money to go to the hospital. The more money the better, sister, let me help you find a better job.”

"This..." Deng Yuan paused and sighed, "Thank you so much, Yihan. But it's okay if you can't find it."

"I try my best."

"it is good……"

After hanging up the phone, Xu Yihan didn't want to drink anymore.This kind of situation has happened twice: after contacting Deng Yuan, he felt refreshed all over his body. Sex, high, chao, ASMR, nothing can compare to this feeling.When he was a child, he watched Doraemon, and he envied the arbitrary door the most.Open the door, and you can go to a completely strange place - he feels that Deng Yuan is a completely strange place to him.In this place, he could call a man "sister", and that man would respond gently, how amazing, did two psychopaths meet?

Xu Yihan decided to contact Deng Yuan more. During this period of time, his sleep quality was not good, and his appetite was not as good as before. He thought it was because of too much work pressure-he had to reduce his stress.

The more Xu Yihan thought about it, the happier he was, he lay down on the bed without even playing with his phone, and fell asleep early.

However, in Wuhan, some people could not sleep.

Tonight, "Guan Farewell", which has always been updated on time at 21:30, has been discontinued.

Readers who are familiar with Donaldson know that this Da Da is definitely a model worker in the industry.As long as he writes, it must be more than [-] words a day, rain or shine.There are even rumors that one night, the Haosheng Literature APP was paralyzed due to an update, and all the authors were unable to update their articles.In order to keep updating, Donaldson, on his own, fought hard all night and fixed many bugs in the APP program, thus maintaining the record of daily updates.

A website crash doesn't stop Donaldson from updating, let alone other reasons.Birthday?Dating?travel?nonexistent.

But tonight, Donaldson actually stopped changing.

Even more bizarre is that he did not send a leave note.

The readers exploded, and they became genuinely worried. Many people posted a lot of literature on Weibo, wondering if Donaldson was seriously ill?Had an accident?Some people even said that Wuhan was safe, saying that Donaldson, a citizen of Wuhan, must have encountered an accident!

While the readers were talking, Zhao Xin was on the phone.

Long Li persuaded her earnestly, "Why are you so stubborn? He didn't take the initiative to find you, so why do you find trouble for yourself...I admit that we were all at fault at the time, and we all felt sorry for him, but since he didn't come to find you You, don't you prove that this matter has passed?"

Zhao Xin replied calmly: "No, I always remember what I did."

"But he didn't mention it, why did you take the initiative to join in? Aren't you looking for trouble for yourself? You know that the netizens now know that you can hold on to big things and scold you to death. You write an appointment They can scold the male protagonist who has gone too far, if that matter is made public... why bother, you are very popular now, don't get yourself blackmailed."

Zhao Xin said word by word: "He wrote that novel, and he wrote that character... Don't you think he already mentioned that matter?

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Long Li: "You haven't even confirmed whether he is Liu Yusheng! You just read his tens of thousands of words of novels, and killed him as Liu Yusheng. What if he is not?"