Are you dating online, miss?

When He Lu lay on the bed, he could still hear his parents' voices outside the bedroom door, but the sound was not loud through the door.

"Didn't you just ask about the situation after talking about it? You can see for yourself, and you made your daughter cry."

"So you actually don't care about it at all? She spends time writing every day, doesn't take the certificate test, doesn't go to class, I'm talking lightly, is she crying because she's guilty or something?"

"Then you don't have to say it so harshly..."

"Hmph, you didn't see what she did, but you blamed me for speaking badly? My daughter is like this. You are a mother who doesn't know at all. I said why she always stays in the bedroom with her mobile phone in her hand all day long. So she was doing these things. "

"I'm too lazy to tell you."

He Lu pulled up the quilt, lowered his head and buried himself in it, holding back his tears, tears still flowing.

"Don't write any more in the future, don't do your job properly!"

When she was downstairs, He Huaiyi's voice still made her ears buzz.

"I'll keep an eye on your account, and then let me see and write, it's not as simple as talking today, understand?"

The ultimatum has been delivered.

He Lu took out his mobile phone and clicked on the newly opened Baihewen. In the comment area, in addition to sightseeing check-in and discussion of cp, some people have already started to urge updates.

[Ah, did the update stop right after the article was started...]

[Calling the author~~ rough to update~~]

【I hate to jump into such a shallow pit】

[Crying, it's not a day change]

She quit the app sadly, stared at Jinjiang's app for a while, lost her mind.

The phone vibrated a few times, she thought it was Mo Yiyi's WeChat, and quickly opened it.

Who knew it belonged to Manman.

[Wang Man: Sister Lulu!I just went to see yours, alas, why didn’t you tell me when you wrote it, I read it too! ! 】

[Wang Man: Hahahahahahaha, it's amazing, my cousin wrote it! 】

[Wang Man: But what the hell is the male protagonist you wrote? It’s not a virgin, and the female protagonist is a virgin. I’m so happy. Sister Lulu, can you make the male and female protagonists fairer?]

[Wang Man: Hey, how much money can I make writing in Jinjiang, three thousand?Six thousand? 】

[Wang Man: Oh, it’s so embarrassing that you still write about Lily, hey...]

Wang Man is her cousin, who has just entered high school this year and has a lively personality. She usually acts like a baby and acts cute. He Lu thinks it's cute.

At this time, I have no intention of appreciating it, and even feel a headache.

She didn't reply, and locked the screen casually, and suddenly remembered that this little cousin was keen on posting on Moments, posting trivial matters, even after buying milk tea, she also wanted to take pictures and post.

Feeling tense, she clicked on Moments.

[Wang Man: Life is really amazing!I just found out today that my schoolmaster cousin is writing in Jinjiang. Although it’s not my style, the writing style is not bad, hee hee [picture]]

The accompanying picture is a screenshot of the APP author's column.

"........."

My head hurts even more.

He Lu closed his eyes helplessly, put away his phone, pinched the bridge of his nose, and tried his best not to be irritable.

The secret that has been carefully kept for a year is made public like this.

How can you not be irritable?

She tried repeatedly, but in vain.

In any case, Dad's attitude is obvious. If she writes again, there will be troubles in the family.Frankly speaking, she felt a little unknowingly trembling in her heart, it was the meekness engraved in her temper since she was a child.

But there was a voice in her heart telling her that she couldn't give up, at least not because of external force.

The phone rang, interrupting her thoughts.

Two words light up on the screen: Yiyi

He Lu hastily wiped his eyes with the corner of the quilt, and ah ah a few times to see if the voice is normal, and then connected.

"Are you asleep?" The voice on the other end was still faint, and she couldn't hide her smile under exhaustion, so gentle in the silent room.

He Lu almost cried when he heard this, and said softly, "Well, I'm going to bed soon." She looked at the time, "Today is busy and late?"

Mo Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Yes, it's rare to see snow in the mountains today, so I filmed a classic scene in advance, and I've been busy until now. That scene has completely unreserved the feeling I want I played it out, I was a little tired, but I was very happy."

He Luneng could empathize with the excitement in her voice, and then grinned: "That's great, I'm really looking forward to the broadcast."

"You're so official." Mo Yiyi joked, "After the post-production of the filming is finished, the announcement and release, and the file will be finalized. I guess it will be the New Year next year. It's early."

When she mentioned it, He Lu froze for a moment, then remembered that the Chinese New Year was coming soon.

The night outside the window was dark, with occasional beams of light flashing, and fine pieces of snow fluttering down.

He Lu sat up, crossed his legs, looked out the window and said to the phone: "Yiyi, it's snowing here too, very very very snow."

"Yeah, that's not very good, you can see the same snowfall as if we were in the same city."

She spoke smoothly and naturally, as if she was unconscious, not knowing what beautiful love words she had said.

He Lu pursed his lips and smiled: "Yes."

Suddenly, in an unknown corner of my heart, feelings entangled and climbed up the vine, wrapping the whole heart.

Both excited and sour.

She finally knew why the voice in her heart that tried to dissuade her from writing essays came from.

Aside from writing the text itself, she has long been tired of her parents, or more precisely, her father's so-called safe and fast path to success.

I am also tired of blindly obeying, making excuses and waiting for suitable opportunities, but actually making such a relationship more and more irreversible.

Writing like this, what should they do when they know that they like a woman in the future.

At first, He Lu thought to take it slow, let Yiyi appear as a friend first, and then make it public after the family gets used to it and likes her.

But tonight's father's attitude gave her a head-on blow, and she was instantly sober-he would never accept his daughter's other half as a woman according to his wishful thinking.

"What are you thinking, why don't you speak?"

Mo Yiyi's voice came through the receiver, and He Lu regained consciousness in an instant. She thought about it, and tentatively said, "Today, Zhou Yajing lobbied me to do new media with him again. Tell me...do I want to go?"

"Go if you want."

"Uh," she said so freely, He Lu still hesitated, "Is the jump from finance to new media too big?"

The other end chuckled: "Lulu, you have to remember that what major you study is just to help your future, it is not a barrier for you to develop in other directions. The logic of your manuscript is smooth and the data is detailed. Isn't this Does your profession give you an advantage over other professional media professionals?"

The problem that was entangled in front of him suddenly became clear, and the tears that had been suppressed even had a tendency to rise again.

He Lu choked up, controlled it for a while, and said in a low voice: "I... I'm a little worried, maybe I've been used to it since I was a child..." I'm used to walking on a safe path.

So worry now.

Worry about whether you can do well.

Worry about whether the unknown road is open.

"What are you worried about? Are you afraid that you can't do well? Then change it."

He Lu was choked: "It's too casual." The fragile confidence that had just been built collapsed in half.

"I have always believed that doing a job I don't like is no different from a woman marrying a man who doesn't agree with her in ancient times. Life is only a few decades, so why do you have to make things difficult for yourself? If you want to make a living, there are many ways. Of course, I also know that. There is a saying of doing what you do and loving what you do, but that doesn't apply to great people."

He Lu beeped softly: "You have a lot of ideas..."

"I'm not finished yet."

"Well, you said."

Mo Yiyi smiled again: "Lu Lu, you are outstanding, so don't worry, let alone force yourself to do things you don't like."

Lulu, you are remarkable.

At this moment, this sentence itself is already extremely powerful, not to mention, it is said from Mo Yiyi's mouth.

He Lu was moved, and choked up again: "I believe it."

"Why are you crying?" Mo Yiyi smiled, "It's impossible for the person I like to be bad."

This is really nasty to say, who said "you won't come back" back then?

He Lu laughed through his tears: "I hate it, you are poor sometimes."

Thousands of miles away, Mo Yiyi was standing by the window of her room, the room she had booked was the same as He Lu's.

The snow is flying outside the window, and the small city is quiet at night, but even if it is so quiet, the layout of the street already has a strong New Year atmosphere.Red lanterns can be seen everywhere, and all kinds of New Year stickers are pasted on the windows when driving by.

Mo Yiyi stayed alone in the room, listening to the voices from afar, he really missed that little girl with a sweet smile.

"I don't want to hear you say you hate me," she said quietly, "I want to hear you say you love me."