Brother, here is a sand sculpture from 82

Ye Qingzhi has been on Weibo for many years.

At the beginning, he was famous for writing daily jokes.

Later he began to write essays, mainly short novelettes.There is a touch of sand sculpture in the cuteness, and the warm, emotional and rational painting style has attracted many readers.

At other times, he also recorded a storytelling, took a few photos, and even served as a food blogger a few times.In short, I have played everything in the past few years, and slowly I have a lot of fans.

And these fans are not zombie fans. Ye Qingzhi, who always thought that someone bought him fans, was bullied by himself after learning the truth.

Ye Qingzhi is a person who never shows his face in the live broadcast, and must use a voice changer for recording, so he is very low-key.In addition to daily writing and storytelling, I often think of what to do at other times. I am a rare Buddhist blogger who follows fate.

……

After Ye Qingzhi sent a reply, he didn't reply to the fans who were asking questions, so he simply posted on Weibo, took a shower and went to bed.

Before going to bed, I was thinking about the start of school in another month, wondering if I would meet that Brother Xun.

-

Brother Xun himself and Fatty, who were being missed, just finished eating and strolled all the way back to Brother Xun's residence.

The fat man complained dissatisfiedly while walking: "Brother Xun, you are not being kind. You let me walk back when I am most tired after eating and drinking."

"Zhao Minghu, can you take a look at your weight? It's only one stop away, and it's almost there. Why do you have the nerve to say you want to take a car?" Brother Xun took the small potted plant that he bought casually from a roadside flower shop, without even looking at him. Casually ridiculed.

Fatty Zhao Minghu was outraged: "Chen Xun, you uncle, I'm anxious for you to mention my weight again!"

Chen Xun was very disdainful: "Don't be so irritable, what I said is the truth, or you look at yourself."

Reality can always strike hard.

Zhao Minghu looked down at the twitching fat on his body, and shut up sadly.

Chen Xun clicked his tongue, took him to a community, took the elevator to the nineteenth floor, opened the door, kicked Zhao Minghu in.

"A hardcover room with two bedrooms and one living room." Zhao Minghu carefully walked around the pile of boxes and Chen Xun's beloved tablet in the living room, "Master, your place is a bit small."

Chen Xun rolled his eyes at him, and put the potted plant in the porch: "I live alone, why do I need to be so big, live in a villa and sleep in a room every day, our troubled prince doesn't do this."

"It's not impossible."

Although this set has two bedrooms and one living room, it is almost [-] square meters. The layout is designed according to Chen Xun's preferences. The room is very big.

I don't know why Zhao Minghu felt so small because of his blindness.

Chen Xun ignored him, and pointed to the guest room: "You sleep there, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."

Zhao Minghu:?

Zhao Minghu cautiously said, "Aren't you going to have a few rounds of passion? Sleeping so early, are you keeping healthy?"

"Yeah, I still want to drink wolfberry tea." Chen Xun yawned lazily, "I've been busy all day just here, and I'm so sleepy. I'm going to rest, kneel down, little tiger."

Zhao Minghu didn't dare to resist the evil forces, and made a middle finger silently to his back.

……

Chen Xun took a quick shower, walked out of the bathroom wearing a towel, stood in front of the French window and looked outside.

The view is really good.

Not far away, the river rushes by, and the river surface is reflected by the lights on the embankment.

Chen Xun grabbed the phone on the table and found a special reminder.

[@是清流not mudslide: I went out, I forgot to record it, I will post it tomorrow, good night. 】

Chen Xun flipped through the comments, all grieving over why Qingliu was so capricious.

Chen Xun snorted and poked him privately.

[East of Sanshui]: Brother, where is my manuscript?

-

Ye Qingzhi slept until nine o'clock the next day, except that his bladder was a little swollen, he felt very comfortable.

Sleep really makes people happy.

Taking a look at the phone, there is a private message on Weibo.

[East of Sanshui]: Brother, where is my manuscript?

Ye Qingzhi: "..."

Suddenly the mood is not so comfortable.

It is not a good thing to press the manuscript at this time.

Ye Qingzhi replied him decadently.

-...forgot, I will write later.

This Sanshui Zhidong is a fairy painter, whom he met two years ago.

At that time, he was just a newbie, and Sanshui was already quite famous.That day he wrote a series of jokes about animal anthropomorphism on a whim, and this person came over to ask for authorization, saying that he wanted to draw a manga. Ye Qingzhi poked into his homepage to look at it, and agreed.After a few days, this person came again to ask for authorization, and after finishing the painting, he praised his writing wildly, saying that his writing was very spiritual and inspired him a lot.

It made him very embarrassed once.

After a while, they got to know each other well, and the two often cooperated, with Ye Qingzhi providing the manuscripts, and then this Sanshui Zhidong was in charge of painting.

After this person got acquainted with him, he chatted a lot more presumptuously, and even asked him for a special quota with a stern face.

Ye Qingzhi has never set up a thing that is particularly concerned about this kind of trouble, and the entire watch list is only this one.

What's more, it's really a plague to press the manuscript every day.

This East of Sanshui, on the surface, is taking the high-cold route, and chatting with him behind the scenes... Heh, Ye Qingzhi actually really wants to expose this divisive little look.

The reminder this time stems from the fact that Water East asked him to write a dark cookie last Wednesday.

Well, he forgot, and it was his fault.

But how can a pigeon in a cage be happy!

Ye Qingzhi got up angrily, and after satisfying his physical needs, he sat at the computer desk and typed on the keyboard to write a text with a bitter expression on his face.

After concentrating, he worked extremely efficiently, finishing the manuscript before fainting from hunger at work, and sent it with a bang.

-[Link]

-Dad has finished writing.

Sanshui Zhidong responded to the message in seconds, and Ye Qingzhi couldn't help suspecting that he hadn't slept all night and was just waiting for his manuscript.

[East of Sanshui]: Received.Thank you for your hard work, brother.

Ye Qingzhi ignored him, stretched his waist, and wandered to the kitchen to look for something to eat.

Lao Ye and Ms. Lin both went to work, and the house was very quiet.The glass door of the kitchen was ajar, Ye Qingzhi opened it and found breakfast.

There is hot millet porridge in the rice cooker. It is soft, glutinous and sweet, and it is still steaming.

Ye Qingzhi happily filled a bowl and drank it down.

I was really hungry just now.

After eating, Ye Qingzhi felt a little idle.

Generally speaking, this kind of long vacation of more than five days will make people confused about how to squander their time.

Ye Qingzhi stared at the golden sunlight outside the window, and began to analyze rigorously.

He didn't really want to record last night's unfinished storytelling in the morning, and it started to heat up after eight o'clock outside. After weighing it, Ye Qingzhi decided to play a few games to have fun.

Internet addicted teenagers are super happy playing games.

yes...

Happy ass.

Today's almanac may be "taboo, game", Ye Qingzhi knelt down three times very quickly.

After the third round, Ye Qingzhi looked at the arrogant remarks of his teammates before the start of the game, "Big brother will fly you today", his excellent record of zero bars and seven, and the stubborn and humble defeat behind the ID called "Qingliu will never goo today". Fang MVP logo, silently put down the mouse with a numb face.

Forget it, let's play a hammer game, watch your teammates flash yourself into the enemy's spring, or write a paper to calm down.

Yes, only learning can make people truly happy.

He loves to learn.

"..."

As soon as Ye Qingzhi took out an exercise book, his mother, Ms. Lin Rongyue, came back and called him from outside the room.

"Xiaoqing? Are you still sleeping?"

Ye Qingzhi put down his pen and opened the door: "Mom, you're back, I woke up a long time ago."

"Well, I thought you were still asleep," Ms. Lin said with vegetables in her hand, "Have you practiced the piano today?"

Ye Qingzhi felt uncomfortable: "...No. Didn't you say that you don't need to practice after passing the tenth level?"

Ms. Lin glanced at him: "Do you believe this kind of thing?"

Ye Qingzhi:?

Ye Qing later realized that he had been cheated, and said sadly: "...Oh."

"Go and practice for a while later." Ms. Lin glanced into the room, frowned and said, "Why are you playing computer again? Didn't I say that you should not play for too long during the holiday?"

Parents and children seem to have a hard time reaching consensus on electronic products.Ye Qingzhi was a little annoyed: "I haven't played for long, and besides, I don't know how to play games all day long."

"I can't tell you, anyway, you remember to play properly." Ms. Lin sighed, didn't say anything about him, and went to the kitchen to cook.

Ye Qingzhi looked at Ms. Lin's back, lowered her eyes and said nothing.

-

Ms. Lin herself is very gentle, with a scholarly temperament, but there is an inexplicable sense of distance in her gentleness, which makes people not want to be coquettish and mischievous.

Ye Qingzhi loves her and respects her, but he rarely has the opportunity to act like a baby and get close to his mother unscrupulously like ordinary children.

Ms. Lin often kindly forces him to do weird things, such as practicing the piano.

At that time, he was still in elementary school, and he went to Fa Xiao’s house to visit at night, and only when he came back did he know that he would start practicing piano the next day.

The classes are all signed up, and the piano has moved back.

Just let him know.

Ye Qingzhi doesn't love music, nor is he attached to the piano, but seeing Ms. Lin's gentle eyebrows and the piano in the study, he can't say no to it.

Suppressing the sadness of always being notified in his heart, Ye Qingzhi complied obediently.

After stumbled and stumbled for many years, and passed the tenth level, Ye Qingzhi's affection for the piano is just barely there. This is what his mother wants him to learn.

This is Ms. Lin's expectation.

That's it.

……

Ye Qingzhi scratched his head and went back to the room.

From a magical point of view, the flow of time during vacations is different from that during classes.

Ye Qingzhi wrote two sets of papers, brushed Weibo for a while, and then practiced the piano for a while, and it was evening.

Ye Qingzhi sighed that the deceased was like a man, and turned on the device to record the storytelling.

[@是清流not mudslide: Dad is going to record storytelling, are you happy, children. 】

-Dad, have you finally remembered us by the Daming Lake?

- Quick record quick record!

- Hahahahahaha damn it, Qingliu, can you show some face, I don't want to be your cub.

- yeah!Since you took advantage of us, Dad, why don't you broadcast it live?

-live streaming!live streaming!live streaming!

Ye Qingzhi: "..." Oh, let me pretend.

Let's see, how this has to step down.

[email protected] It's a clear stream, not a mudslide: Dad doesn't want to broadcast live today, so stop arguing, kids.

This reply is full of humming below.

There was also a girl who said miserably that he never doted on his fans, but only knew about it all day long.

Ye Qingzhi: "..." Humph.

He gave in.

[@是清流not mudslide: Does dad look like such an easy-to-compromise person?Well I am, come, come, play, play. 】

There was joy under this Weibo, and Ye Qingzhi prepared to live broadcast with a face full of melancholy.

After adjusting the equipment, Ye Qingzhi spoke: "It's settled, don't show your face or your voice."

The barrage was frantically swiping, and I don't know where he, a small [-]-line blogger, got so many fans.

-? ? ?No, who told you that!

- that is, dad, when will you show your face?Just make a noise!

-+1, it's too much to turn on the voice changer every time!

Ye Qingzhi remained unmoved: "No, at least not now."

It would be very troublesome if he was recognized by people he knew around him, especially his parents.If there is no accident, he will not reveal it until he graduates from high school.

Moreover……

Ye Qingzhi looked at the bullet screen full of bullets, and smiled with his lips curled up.

I'm afraid that Dad is too young to be heard and scare you to death.

-

Live broadcasting is much more casual than direct recording of storytelling. Ye Qingzhi watched the barrage and chatted with fans.

"I've eaten, it's almost eight o'clock, children. If you haven't eaten, go eat quickly."

"What, go out? Don't be kidding, I just went downstairs to throw out a trash, and I feel like I'm half-baked when I come back. Is it just an adjective for you to think that city A is suffocating in summer?"

"I don't have any plans recently, um... After finishing the novella, consider writing a campus chapter."

Ye Qingzhi chatted with fans all over the place for a while, and brought the topic to storytelling.

"Maybe there are new friends who don't know what Pingshu is. In fact, it's storytelling. It's just me telling a few stories impromptu. It doesn't matter if you don't understand, I may be talking nonsense."

Ye Qingzhi adjusted the microphone and said, "Today I'm going to tell you a story between Qin II and Qin III. Everyone knows that among the sons of the first emperor, Hu Hai is especially doted on by his father. They are also very powerful. Therefore, Qin Ziying, the third generation of Qin Dynasty, was caught in the middle, unable to rise or fall, which was very embarrassing. The story starts from that day..."

Ye Qingzhi was very serious and dedicated when telling the story. He told the story seriously, and the bullet screen was also brushed seriously.

-Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I can't hear the real voice but Qingliu's accent sounds really gentle!

-Seconded!Soft!Gentle and cute!

- Hahahaha, why are you two talking so much in front of you!Listen carefully to the story, okay?

-That's right, hahahahahaha, what are you boasting about, you can't let Qingliu swell.

-I just like Abba's storytelling style!A source of joy every day!

Half an hour passed, and after the first half of today's story, Ye Qingzhi stopped to take a sip of water.

"I don't really want to talk today, why don't we talk about the second half next time."

Fans quickly swiped a screen of question marks in confusion and outrage.

At this time, the phone vibrated, and the voice of his special friend Aite came out.

Ye Qingzhi ignored the spicy chicken from the east of Sanshui, and started chatting at the end.

However, after talking for a while, Ye Qingzhi found that something was wrong with the barrage.

- Abba, Abba!Sanshui greatly doubles down on you again.

- double water!Double water!

- Hehehe Sanshui still loves Qingliu as always.

- boo!Don't talk about the previous ones in front of your father!Not so good.

-Yes, yes, we just need to be cute!But I suggest that Dad can still go to see your good brother.

- Yes, yes, good brother, good brother.

Ye Qingzhi: "..."

After Sanshui Zhidong and him closed each other, the two often had some interactions. Sanshui Zhidong still treated him very well. In Sanshui's words, he is a good brother of his own, so of course he should be treated well.

Thanks to his "good brother" brainwashing theory, Sanshui Zhidong has always been close to him, and Ye Qingzhi didn't have any resentment, so he let him go.

The two of them thought nothing of it, but in the eyes of others, they seemed irritated.

The fans of the two families watched with great joy that the high-cold master only favored the cute literary hand.

In the past two years, the two fans have known each other, waited for food together in harmony every day, and loved each other as a family.

There are even CP fans.

Ye Qingzhi was unmoved when he saw it for the first time, and even wanted to growl a little bit.

He, Ye Qingzhi, is a straight man, okay?

Straight guy!

Pass!sky!straight!

The author has something to say:

Cub, Schrödinger's straight boy Ba Liao.

The Weibo function in the article may be a little different from the reality, don't mind it, everything serves the plot.

Oh, and I don’t know why Chapter 1 passed the background review, but the reader still shows that it has failed and can’t read it. Maybe the system has smoked again...