Qin trace and sword shadow [online game]

This is a sentence with great lethality.

Fu Lin was like being splashed with a basin of cold water from head to bottom in winter. The piercing chill penetrated from the blood to the limbs and bones, and even the tips of his hair seemed to freeze.

Having known each other for more than a year, he never knew that Wen Jingyao could dig out such a poisonous tongue skill under his calm and reticent appearance, which shows how strong the anger in his heart is.

If possible, he hopes that time can go back to when he first came to this home.This time, he will definitely not use his brains to do stupid things under a single thought, buy Feixu's account to hide his identity and sneak into his roommate's dungeon group.Instead of being in a dilemma in the game later, it is better to slowly cultivate the relationship between them in the cohabitation life.No matter what the final result is, it is not possible to destroy the accumulated favorability in advance like now.

The bitter fruit you planted can only be swallowed by yourself.There was a faint sourness in Fu Lin's mouth, and his tongue was so numb that he lost his sense of taste.Wen Jingyao has a pure and upright character, and has always disliked lies and deceit. His behavior, which is purely "to play with you" in the eyes of outsiders, has probably touched the other party's bottom line.

...Is there any help?

There were chaotic footsteps outside, as if the property management had come to the door.

In a blink of an eye, the stagnant and dull air in the room was disturbed by the knock on the door, and the two finally did not have to continue talking to each other in the darkness cut by the light of the flashlight, but Fu Lin still didn't feel saved at all.

With a loud voice, the uncle of property management explained the reason for the power outage to the homeowner, saying that the people who repaired the circuit were on their way and tried to restore the power supply in the community within an hour.

Fu Lin was so full of frustration that he couldn't hear a word, so he went back to his room and sat down beside the bed in the dark.

The indifferent words just now were still rolling in his mind, accompanied by his favorite deep and indifferent voice.He sighed and lay down on the soft bed, trying to figure out a few remedies in his messy mind.In the final analysis, there is no difference between him and Wen Jingyao—the relationship experience is almost a blank sheet of paper, all the cleverness in the past is just on paper, and once it comes to a real solution to the problem, it is as at a loss as a child who has not experienced much in the world.

The notification light of the mobile phone kept flashing in the dark, Fu Lin opened the screen and saw two messages.

One of them was sent by Xiao Yuer, asking why he suddenly disappeared.Fu Lin thought for a while, and replied "I'm sorry, I can't go online due to special circumstances tonight", without explaining the reason, anyway, there is no need to find a reasonable excuse.

The other one was posted by Qu Yan a few minutes ago, "If you are free, come to brown sugar quickly", the content is endless, which is in line with this person's usual style. "Brown Sugar" is a small bar that Qu Yan often goes to, opened by a "conscientious" hooligan friend.In order to avoid contact with those people, Fu Lin rarely sets foot.Now he stared at the line for a long time, and suddenly felt that it would be nice to go out for a drink tonight.

He replied to Qu Yan: "Wait, come."

After the property manager was sent away, the living room returned to its previous quietness, and Wen Jingyao sat on the sofa wondering what to think.Fu Lin put on his clothes and walked out of the room, deliberately bypassing the person on the sofa, and went directly to the door to change his shoes.

"...I have something to go out for a trip."

"It's so late, where are you going?"

It's only eight o'clock now, but it's not too late.

"Qu Yan is looking for me." Fu Lin bent down to tie his shoelaces, and said in a calm and natural tone as much as possible, "Maybe I won't be back tonight."

"..."

Wen Jingyao was taken aback for a moment, and asked abruptly, "Are you angry?"

Fu Lin shook his head, with a wry smile on his lips: "How can I be angry?"

Now, even if the result is doomed to failure, he doesn't regret falling in love with the person in front of him.

If I hadn't chosen to deliberately create "fate" at the beginning, but just stopped at the same place and watched from a distance, it would be difficult for them to meet each other, and maybe they would never wait for the opportunity to get acquainted.

The feeling of unrequited love is like a fragrant and alluring kumquat.The skin is sweet and the pulp is sour.At first, you will be confused by the sweetness when you eat it in your mouth. After chewing carefully, the rich sour taste will break out and fill the entire mouth.Even if deceived by the initial taste, the sweetness is real, intoxicating and lingering.

"When I bought an account to go to Longhu, besides being unhappy in the floating world, there was another reason."

Fu Lin turned his back to the living room, and leaned his forehead gently on the door that opened a gap.Closing his eyes, he finally made up his mind and took the initiative to puncture the window paper.

"Because I'm very interested in you, so no matter in the game or in reality, I hope to know more about you...I didn't expect to gradually fall in love with you."

With the disappearance of the last suffix, the room quickly returned to a state where even a falling needle could be heard.

Unable to wait for the other party's response, Fu Lin breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door and walked out.

"Good night."

"..."

Wen Jingyao's EQ processor is running at overload.

He has always stayed away from the topic of love and love. This kind of relationship that is not clearly defined, has no data support, and is rumored to lower IQ is very troublesome to him.When he was a child, his family was strictly controlled, and he was rarely exposed to TV dramas and casual books. At most, he only read a few fairy tales. At that time, he could only draw one conclusion from stories like "Cinderella" and "Snow White"—— The prince always chooses his partner based on his face.For a long time, Wen Jingyao believed that love is to find a girl who is pleasing to the eye, marry at the age allowed by the law, and complete the necessary tasks in life.

After growing up, he passively saw the emotional entanglements of some people around him, and gradually understood how complicated "falling in love" is. Unfortunately, Wu Zhuofan, the only close friend around him, did not set a good example for him. He has been doing it since elementary school. The puppy love like family wine caused serious confusion in Wen Jingyao's reference standards.

But at least one thing is certain is that love usually happens between a man and a woman, and it also happens to people of the same sex with a small probability, but he and Fu Lin do not belong to this category.

As for why...

Because the person who can make Fu Lin hold this kind of emotion isn't Ye Xuanqiong?

Since Ye Xuanqiong could leave him and walk away because of Ye Xuanqiong, wouldn't that prove that Ye Xuanqiong was more important than him?

The word "like" can have many meanings.Loving relatives and friends is a kind of liking, liking cats, cats and dogs, flowers and plants is also a kind of liking, liking to eat preserved egg and lean meat porridge, ice and fire pineapple oil, strawberry toast is still a kind of liking...Wen Jingyao instinctively put himself and strawberry Sitoshi was divided into one level, but he turned on the tablet unwillingly, trying to consult some authoritative psychology books.

He plunged into the sea of ​​books and browsed for more than half an hour until he got a call from home, but he still didn't find any theory for practical reference.

Instead, the Internet search assistant reminded him many times, is the item he is looking for "adolescent mental disorder"?

Wen Jingyao turned off the computer screen sullenly, and threw it aside.

Being jealous, venting anger and thinking wildly, are actually typical characteristics of falling in love.The belated first love knocked on the door of his heart unknowingly, making his emotions more sensitive and impetuous than ever before.

The tablet suddenly chirped twice. It turned out that Wu Zhuofan saw that he was online and sent a voice message.

"What is Mr. Wen doing?"

"Read a book."

"Aren't you going to play a copy tonight?"

"Wu Zhuofan."

"Eh, here?"

"During a power outage, would you leave someone you 'like' in a dark room and run out to play by yourself?"

"Are you kidding, normal people don't know how to do it?"

"..."

With a "click", the EQ processor in Wen Jingyao's brain completely shut down.

Fu Lin walked with his head buried in the spacious street.

Walking and walking, I couldn't help running a few steps forward, and simply ran along this road to the end.A bit of the bone-piercing night wind blew across his cheeks and poured into his nostrils with the rhythm of breathing, completely calming down his confused mind.

"Brown Sugar" is a small bar built in the deepest part of a delicate alley.Apart from this bar, there are quite petty bourgeois western restaurants and drink shops in the alley.With some vague memory, Fu Lin found the signboard of Brown Sugar, pushed the door open and entered.

It was quiet on the other side of the door, but it was quite different from what I expected.

"Oh my dear, you are finally here!"

Qu Yan threw himself into a bear hug, and Fu Lin took a step back, almost throwing him out instinctively.

"Hurry up, hurry up, come to help catch up with the work, and I will be liberated after one more time!" Qu Yan patted him on the shoulder vigorously, "I know you write fast, and you are a competent person!"

"...What the hell are you doing?"

Only then did Fu Lin see the scene in front of him clearly and was stunned.

On the bar, on the table, on the floor, there are papers everywhere.

There were a total of seven or eight people in this small bar, and each of them found a comfortable place to bury their heads in writing.The boss looked up at Fu Lin and greeted him, "Ah Yan's friend is here."

Another person also raised his head: "Could it be that this is the legendary...?"

"En." Qu Yan nodded Fu Lin with a thumbs up: "Quickly call Brother Lin."

"Call your head!" Fu Lin couldn't help but patted him on the head, and urged, "Tell me, what are you doing?"

"I'm asking everyone to help me copy the book..." Qu Yan's facial features wrinkled, and instantly turned into a bitter face, "I failed the make-up exam, and was ordered by Mr. Qu to copy the textbook "Money and Banking" five times. handed in."

Fu Lin looked around again, speechless.

Dare to feel that everyone in this bar, from the owner to the hostess to the regular customers, is enthusiastically helping Qu Yan escape from his father's clutches?Watching those punk-headed dragon-tattooed men get together to help copy their homework is really comical.

"Brother is in trouble, come and help." Qu Yan quickly stuffed a fountain pen and a few sheets of white paper into his hand, as well as the textbook that had been dismembered page by page.

"You start copying from page 60 to page 100..."

"What if the fonts are different? Can you pass the test?"

"Master Qu is too busy to check it, so I left it to Uncle Wu. His eyesight is not very good. If it really doesn't work, I'll tell him that my hand is about to break from writing too much, and the font has changed..."

"..."