In fact, everything stems from a sad story.
I don't know what defect it belongs to. Back then, Zhuo Fan had a bigger brain hole than others, and his ability to supplement his own brain was extremely powerful. Poor little Zhuo Fan also suffered from an incurable disease called the second disease. The development of the disease became more and more uncontrollable, and the second disease gradually became a terminal illness - the prince's disease.
The only good thing is that this disease is recessive.
The first time Zhuo Fan met Xiao Yu was when he was in high school. Because of the fact that he lived on campus, he rarely went out of the school on weekdays. He usually bought anything he wanted to buy directly online.
I don't know when it started, Zhuo Fan found that every Saturday, there was a bunch of beautifully packaged bouquets at the door of the bedroom, lying there quietly.
Although he said that he threw all the flowers into the trash can indifferently and disdainfully, he was actually very happy. After all, the taste of being secretly in love was quite good, and before he knew it, he began to secretly look forward to Saturday every week.
One Saturday, he woke up early, and despite the strong dissatisfaction of his only roommate, Wu Gu, who was woken up, he pretended to carry a bucket of clothes that should have been washed yesterday and went into the bathroom, and opened the bedroom door a crack. While pretending to do laundry, he secretly paid attention to the door. From his angle, he could just see the movement of the corridor through the slit.
At about eight o'clock, a tall figure walked quickly to the outside of the bedroom and stopped, bent down and gently put down the bouquet in his arms. Just as he was about to leave, the bedroom door was pulled open.
Zhuo Fan held the door and tried his best to show a cold and arrogant look. He looked up at the handsome man who was a head taller than him. In fact, he forgot what he said when he was nervous.
Xiao Yu was a little surprised. Just as he was about to say something, he saw that the other party suddenly slammed the door shut. He scratched his head inexplicably, and then left.
This situation lasted for almost a month.
Every Saturday, Zhuo Fan "just happened" to find Xiao Yu who had brought flowers. He secretly guessed when Xiao Yu would officially confess to himself. He imagined that it must be the rainbow that just appeared after the rain. In the morning of that morning, there were colorful auspicious clouds floating in the sky, Xiao Yu knocked on his door with a big bouquet of roses, smiled at him tenderly, and said, Zhuo Xiaofan, I like you.
Zhuo Fan thought about it every day, looking forward to it, but unfortunately, the guy named Xiao Yu seemed to be very puzzled, and he left in a hurry every time he put down the flowers.
Until one day, he finally couldn't bear to stop Xiao Yu, who was about to leave, and said coldly, "Hey, what do you mean by giving me flowers every time? Do you know that this bothers me a lot!"
Xiao Yu looked at him inexplicably: "… what?"
Seeing that he was still pretending to be stupid, Zhuo Fan was very angry, pointed at the bunch of flowers and said, "Take it back, I don't want it!" He picked up the flower and threw it back into Xiao Yu's arms, then turned his head and ran to the corner of the corridor where he didn't know where to go.
In fact, he didn't run far. He was worried that when Xiao Yu came to chase him, he would not find a way. He hid in the corner of the corridor, pricked up his ears and listened to the movement over there. I apologized and confessed to me, and I reluctantly forgive you.
But he waited for a long time, but he didn't see Xiao Yu chasing after him. Depressed, he decided to stick his head out to take a look.
Xiao Yu still stood there, because the dormitory door was opened again, and the yawning Wu Ji looked at him sleepily and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Excuse me, are you Wu Ji?"
"yes."
Xiao Yu handed the flower over with a blank face, and said calmly, "I'm delivering the courier. Your flower was smashed by 2B that just came out of nowhere, please forgive me."
Wu Ji: "…"
Zhuo Fan: "… "
Petrochemical's Zhuo Fan watched Xiao Yu quickly disappear downstairs in the dormitory, riding a small battery car, pulling other couriers and driving away without looking back. He was only here for a part-time job and had to go back to university in the afternoon. , very busy, okay
Then, there is no then.
Zhuo Fan, who fell out of love before his first love started, felt that he was deeply fooled, very sad, very angry, very painful, he felt that the whole world was laughing at him, and that bastard who gave flowers! Why is this flower estimated for Wu! Obviously for yourself!
He felt the malice from the world!
He needs to vent, he wants to take revenge on this scumbag who broke his crystal heart, and he wants Xiao Yu and the flower delivery guy to regret what he did today!
Zhuo Fan returned to the dormitory with a sneer, and asked his roommate, "Who sent the flowers?"
"Oh, my boyfriend, Wen Muyan." The roommate lay on the bed and fell asleep carelessly, and answered vaguely.
Zhuo Fan turned on the computer with a twisted face, clicked on a folder called script outline, and wrote down the names of Slag Gong and Cannon Fodder. However, Zhuo Fan, who was excitedly conceiving the script, did not notice that the words "Wen Muyan" were written in his Sogou input method.
The so-called one flower, one world, on the day when a complete script is born, a parallel world is also born. Xiao Yu and Wen Muyan, who were sucked into these parallel worlds by their extraordinary and strange brain holes, will probably never be able to figure it out. How did they travel through, but this did not hinder their nourishing little days.
However, when the two occasionally chatted about this matter, Wen Muyan always felt a little pain in his knee.
So, everything stems from a sad story, especially for Wen Muyan, he always has an inexplicable hostility to the Sogou input method, for some reason.
But he said that after Zhuo Fan "ascended" that day, no one expressed surprise at this, and the whole world seemed to rationalize this strange thing to itself, as if this person never existed.
The priest was still on the stage to witness the marriage, and relatives and friends were still sitting off the stage to celebrate, but the groom had changed...
Wen Muyan and Xiao Yu directly came out of the closet through this wedding.
There are various voices of doubt from all walks of life, but for the two of them, who cares about such trivial matters.
After the wedding, Xiao Yu continued to go back to be the president of his entertainment company. Although he was a bit busy with his work, he was blessed with a script and had a strong and loyal leisure. It could be said that his career was booming.
As for Wen Muyan, the one who is in the entertainment industry is like a duck to water. Apart from the controversial issue of coming out of the closet, his acting skills are absolutely incredible. Whenever he was commented like this, Wen Muyan felt quite helpless in his heart, who made him a man who once regarded life as acting
Coming home from work this day, Xiao Yu was surprised to find that Wen Daxing, who was busy with work every day, was at home.
"Are you on strike?" Xiao Yu took off his jacket and tie and threw it on the sofa, glancing at the guy who was squatting on the sofa and playing games with his laptop in his arms.
"The contract is about to expire, I don't want to renew it." Seeing him coming back, Wen Muyan took off the headset, let go of the mouse, and hooked the man's neck and kissed him.
In an instant, Xiao Yu heard a roar from the earphones: "Nurse, you are breastfeeding! Why are you not breastfeeding! I'm going to die! Quickly add blood! Nanny, why are you not moving! Nanny, are you still alive?! "
Xiao Yu stared at his game interface with interest, and kindly reminded: "Hey, your teammates seem to be going to fart."
"This guy is hacking my equipment, I don't nurse him, sir, and I'm a doctor, not a nurse." Wen Muyan hung the earphones around her neck, hummed for a while, and slowly pulled the blood of others and herself. , and blatantly released the Roaring Emperor.
"You didn't say anything?" The dungeon was opened, and Wen Muyan just sent out the map and found out that the Roaring Emperor had quit the team and became a red name. Without saying a word, he changed his mind and changed his equipment, and rushed up to do it. he.
Xiao Yu sat on the sofa with his arms around him, and said indifferently: "If you don't want to continue, don't continue, I will support you."
"Who asked you to raise it!" Wen Muyan glanced back at him, "Don't you want me to sign up for your company?"
"That's how it works." Xiao Yu replied solemnly, "The so-called rabbits don't eat grass on the edge of the nest, I am a principled man."
"… "
But in the end, when he saw that the dinner was a table of spinach, Xiao Yu agreed aggrievedly.
After coming to M company, Xiao Yu arranged Wen Muyan's work very easily for various reasons. The days were just so leisurely, and Wen Muyan fell in love with League of Legends for a while. Every night when Xiao Yu went home and opened the door of his study, he would see this guy playing.
Xiao Yu smiled strangely, and brought a Samoyed back the next day, named it Lulu, and held it around in front of Wen Muyan all day long, kissing and touching it, but ignoring Wen Muyan.
So Wen Muyan got angry, took advantage of Xiao Yu's time when he was going to work, cut his white hair into short hair, kicked him aside, and bought a pair of plush ears and a plush tail. When I came back and put it on my body, I ignored Lu Lu and silently crawled in the corner sobbing.
When Xiao Yu came back from get off work, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Wen Muyan, who had grown ears and a tail, squatting on the sofa. When he saw him coming home, he shouted happily and coquettishly, "Wow!"
Xiao Yu was instantly scared to pee.
Wen Muyan never wanted to play LoL since he had a dog at home, but unfortunately, Xiao Yu, who had been on vacation for the year, started to fall in love with online games.
What's more unfortunate is that under the influence of the script, Xiao Yu, who is good at running the country, fighting the war, running the company, and the underworld, is a game brain, and his game talent is as negative as his integrity.
On this day, Xiao Yun dragged Wen Muyan to teach himself to play games.
"Hey, why is my second injury always at the bottom?" Xiao Yu poked at the statistics plug-in on the screen unhappily and muttered.
Wen Muyan rolled his eyes and explained the output cycle carefully, and clever Xiao Yu immediately patted his chest to indicate that he would do it.
"Hahahaha I surpassed him!" Xiao Yu gave Wen Muyan a stern look, and then taunted in the team chat channel, "You guy's output is lower than mine!"
Wen Muyan raised her head in surprise when she heard the words, and suddenly said weakly, "He's an MT, bro..."
"How to increase the output, you teach me again." Xiao Yu expressed his disbelief in evil.
Wen Muyan was furious: "I'll teach you this shit again, and I'll go drink it!"
Xiao Yu looked at him blankly and said weakly, "Doctor, I think my IQ can be saved again..."
When they finally finished the dungeon, Wen Muyan had already drank a pot of Xiang.
…
The days are still passing, and the script is still being written, but the scripts of Xiao Yu and Wen Muyan are completely under their own control.
As for Zhuo Fan, who cares about him
What corner is he hiding in, thinking of revenge on society
Who will be his revenge next
He stared at you in front of the screen with a pair of deadly heartless eyes, and then showed a distorted smile.
The author has something to say: Scrambled postscript: Don't doubt, the last chapter is the ending, this extra is a little supplement to the full text, the copy is written as a newspaper article, of course there can be no serious ending ╮(╯▽╰ )╭Want to see the serious ending? Zhuofanfan will satisfy you! [Staring Xiao Gong and Wen Shou didn't wear them back. As for their former identities, short oil, that's not the point. Someone asked what the script was. In fact, the script master is Zhuo Fanfan, everyone understand the spirit. [XD There is nothing in the follow-up. , nothing more than happiness (each) blessing (kind) happy (offensive) happy (2) husband's life, if you are interested, write →_→