The chance encounter in the Internet cafe seems to have given Zhang Faqiang infinite confidence and courage to harass Yu Zhile. No matter if she goes to the Internet cafe to post novels on weekdays or weekends, she can meet Zhang Faqiang who is haunted, and he especially loves to take care of Yu Zhile, and finds that she opens the novel. The website should also publish a "high opinion".
"This kind of novel is not nutritious, only ignorant girls like to read it. You are so old, you should be like me, read more "Readers" and "Friends", and your thoughts will be more profound."
Under his surveillance, Yu Zhile couldn't find a chance to type the novel written on paper onto the computer. If he saw what she wrote, he still didn't know how much he would say unpleasant remarks.
After more than a week of breaking the update, the comments under Yu Zhile's novel began to call the author, shouting that it was not kind when the heroine was framed by the female supporting actor and was about to reveal her identity in the enemy country. Yu Zhile held a stack of manuscripts and had nowhere to complain, and had the heart to kill Zhang Faqiang.
But these days, because Yu Zhile couldn't find a chance to type, he had to go home early, and Yu Zihuan, who went to the Internet cafe with him, was in a good mood. The only thing that can make Yu Zhile happy is that no matter how Zhang Faqiang corrects and asks Yu Zihuan to call him "brother", Yu Zihuan will still shout "goodbye uncle" every time he says goodbye to him at the entrance of the Internet cafe.
Yu Zhile was thinking on the way home, otherwise, he should buy a computer and put it at home. He was always entangled by Zhang Faqiang and didn't know when he was going to die.
"Xiao Huan, your classmates basically have computers at home, right? How about we buy one too?"
"OK."
"Promise so happy, we have to have money too." Yu Zhile glanced at him and whispered. Her salary is barely left over every month, and her savings so far are in the early 1,000s. In 2005, it may not be enough to buy a second-hand computer, and it takes money to connect to the network cable. It's really not an immediate plan. .
While Yu Zhile was thinking, the two walked in silence for a while, and Yu Zihuan suddenly said, "I'll buy it for you, and the money my grandmother left me should be enough."
Yu Zhile immediately objected after reacting, "How about that? That's to pay you high school tuition!"
"Tuition is not due tomorrow."
"Don't be hard on me, the computer is not immediately required. Anyway, it must be your tuition that matters."
Yu Zihuan looked down at his toes, his voice was a little softer but showed obvious stubbornness, "But don't you want it? With a computer, you can write your story whenever you want."
"That's fine. It's okay to put the writing of the novel on hold for a while." Yu Zhile suddenly reacted as he spoke, "Wait, do you support me in writing the novel?"
Yu Zihuan heard the surprise in her tone, looked up at her strangely, "This is your hobby, of course I support it."
"I thought you would think I was so old and still daydreaming..." Yu Zhile is still very ashamed that Yu Zihuan saw her novel outline by accident, although he did not comment on her story. , but she was always worried that Yu Zihuan would despise her Mary Sue masterpiece.
"I'll never despise you..." Yu Zihuan interrupted Yu Zhile without hesitation, and then paused to sort out his thoughts, "I have to go to the Internet cafe because I don't support your writing, it's just that I don't support you so late and you return one. People walk at night, although the person who followed you that night was Zhang Faqiang, not a gangster, but who can guarantee that he really had no other ideas at that time, or what would he do if he did encounter a gangster?"
Facing Yu Zihuan who was justified and serious, Yu Zhile didn't know what to pick up, and finally smiled dumbly and said, "What you said makes sense."
"so… "
"So don't worry about the computer." Yu Zihuan was about to convince her to accept the purchase of a computer with her grandmother's inheritance, but Yu Zhile interrupted her, "By the way, since you support me in writing novels, I will tell you in detail. How about telling my story? Don't say you don't want to hear it, I'll be sad."
Yu Zihuan has not been able to recover from the topic that was diverted, and for a while he could not digest the strange cause and effect relationship in Yu Zhile's mouth. Looking at her, his eyes were a little confused, but he nodded politely, expressing his willingness to listen to her tell the story.
Yu Zhile's eyes lit up, starting from the identity of the female protagonist as a transmigrator in her story.
The reason why she made this request to Yu Zihuan on a whim, of course, was not only because she found out that he not only did not despise her, but also supported her coding career, but also because she suddenly realized that if Yu Zihuan could understand her transmigration in the novel The plot is very helpful to explain his true origins to him.
Yu Zhile's novel is named "Peerless Red Makeup", which is a collection of the blood of the later generations. The heroine has traveled from modern times to an overhead dynasty. With her incredible intelligence and beauty, she has gone from the original slave to the later killer, meticulous work, and military teacher. Step by step, he became a pivotal figure in the chaotic world, and finally died for his country and became a legend of a generation. Naturally, there are many kinds of emotional entanglements. N bowed down at the feet of the female protagonist, and various types of beautiful men took turns to play, in order to obtain the female protagonist, the virgin white lotus, which was pure, fresh and refined, and independent from the world.
In short, it is difficult for Mary Su and Yu Zhile to look directly, but all of these are not important, the important thing is how to elicit her own identity as a transmigrator.
However, as a senior nonsense patient with a natural ability to digress, Yu Zhile almost forgot what her original intention was after several days of emotional and vivid storytelling. When the story came to an end, she looked forward to Yu Zihuan's evaluation of the story itself. It's beyond the question of explaining that she might disappear.
"How's it going? The story is quite ups and downs, isn't it? I have a lot of readers online."
Yu Zihuan listened to the bedtime stories for a week, but he never expressed his opinion on the plot. After listening to the ending, he finally reluctantly said, "Well... it's good."
Where does this tone feel good? Even in the darkness with the lights out, Yu Zhile could feel the speechless feeling floating from his feet.
"Don't coax me, tell me your true thoughts." Yu Zhile actually wanted to say that even if he really wanted to coax her, he should be a little more dedicated, at least not to let her hear it.
"Don't you think those villains have lower IQs?"
Yu Zihuan hit the nail on the head, but Yu Zhile was speechless.
In the character setting, the heroine Bingxue is smart and clever, but the author's IQ has not reached this level. Only by reducing the IQ of the supporting characters is to set off the heroine's wise and martial arts. Yu Zhile has long recognized this, but she will not admit that her IQ is low.
"If the villains have high IQs, they are not villains, you know? They will realize that the heroine is invincible, and then they will stand by her." Yu Zhile wanted to give himself a thumbs up after speaking, this sophistry is impeccable.
Yu Zihuan also seemed to be defeated by her unusual brain circuit, but it was more likely that he didn't want to bother with her. He was silent for a while and then complained in a different direction, "And the male protagonist gave up aggression against her country because of the female protagonist's sacrifice, so why didn't she do this when she was alive? Don't you think the female protagonist died in vain?"
"This..." Yu Zhile was speechless again.
She just wanted to write a tragedy, right
"Because the heroine used her life to let the hero understand some very important truths, so he chose to give up the war. You are still young, you don't understand it now, and you will understand when you grow up."
Yu Zihuan wanted to continue, Yu Zhile was afraid that he would ask another question she couldn't answer, so he hastily ended the conversation, "Okay, okay, the story is over, hurry up and go to bed."
When he woke up the next morning, Yu Zhile almost cried when he opened his eyes.
She forgot the most important task.
And after last night, she didn't know if she had the courage to bring up the topic of time-travel with Yu Zihuan again.
What if he asked with the energy of last night, "Why did you cross?", "What would happen to you who were 12 years old in 2005?" What should I do? Maybe he will directly say, "Impossible, how can this kind of thing happen in reality? Have you been writing novels and writing?"
Just thinking about Yu Zhile makes his head explode.
So telling the truth was postponed again. Yu Zhile was extra careful when going up and down the stairs every day to avoid falling, so as to comfort herself that she would not easily travel to another point in time.
Soon the Spring Festival is approaching. As a third-year student, Yu Zihuan's winter vacation is only two weeks long. After the final exam, the school has another week of make-up classes. The day before the 30th year, the children are reluctantly released. Back to the mountain.
The children in the community who are younger than Yu Zihuan started their holiday life a week ago. Yu Zhile often heard the voice downstairs calling He Liang on the third floor to go out to play, and then He Liang rushed downstairs and his mother worriedly. Commanded movement.
The small supermarket also posted a notice about the Spring Festival break. Yu Zhile got off work on the last day of the year just in time for Yu Zihuan, a wave of third-year students who were on vacation. On a whim, she went to No. 4 Middle School to pick up Yu Zihuan, ready to give him a surprise.
She accidentally met Xie Chenglong's father, Xie Zhenguo, at the school gate. She thought that the other party was also here to pick up the child, and she was silently surprised that Xie Chenglong would also stay at school to make up lessons? However, out of politeness, he greeted Xie Zhenguo with a smile, and then watched him enter the school gate worriedly.
Yu Zhile guessed that this should be the rhythm of inviting parents, right? Let Xie Chenglong not be a good man, and insist on being a school bully.
She raised the corners of her mouth in schadenfreude, thinking about waiting for Yu Zihuan to come out and tell him the good news.
Hearing the bell rang in the school, Yu Zhile craned his neck and looked around on tiptoe, and saw Yu Zihuan at a glance among the group of students. Although everyone wears the same bloated clothes, and although Yu Zihuan is not the tallest, in Yu Zhile's eyes, he is like a crane standing in a flock of gray chickens, and he almost has his own light.
Yu Zihuan was talking to a few boys next to him, with a faint smile on his face, not perfunctory but alienated. However, the moment he saw Yu Zhile at the school gate, the smile on his face quickly enlarged, and even the light in his eyes shone brightly, and even the sun that fell on him seemed to be a bit brighter in an instant.