When Ruan Yu heard this, he was suspicious and hurried back.
Taking advantage of the traffic jam, she clicked on the article "Her Eyes Can Smile". However, I picked a few pages at random and found several similarities.
For example, during the New Year's Day fireworks scene, the plot, dialogue, and even the male protagonist's inner drama in the other party's writing are completely in line with what she wrote.
Another example is even more surprising. The other party described a scene where the heroine left school holding a pot of "Little Flower Farmer Canned Flowers" on a certain weekend.
It was a self-grown potted plant that was popular in Suzhou No. 1 Middle School back then. One can grows one plant, chrysanthemums and watermelons can grow anything, but Ruan Yu's is a bit special. After the transformation, both sunflowers and lavender grew.
She saw this paragraph in her diary, and used it as a material to enhance her sense of time, but she didn't expect that the other party also wrote this paragraph, which was also sunflower and lavender.
There are countless examples like this, and the short stories are fast-paced and dense. These contents were published earlier than her, but the other party is a newcomer with little exposure, and she just didn't pay attention to it before.
Damn it.
Liu Mao observed from the rearview mirror that her face was getting more and more ugly, so he took advantage of the red light and turned around and asked, "Miss Ruan, is there anything I can do to help?"
Ruan Yu raised his eyes and immediately shook his head.
Liu Mao probably knows her occupation, but she has always been very low-key in this regard, and she didn't even reveal her pen name to her parents. Of course, she couldn't casually tell it to a blind date whom she met for the first time.
What's more, the matter has not reached the point of needing the assistance of a lawyer.
So she said, "I can handle it myself for now, thank you."
Ruan Yu got off the car downstairs, thanked Liu Mao again, and then hurried upstairs.
In just over an hour's drive, following the bloody storm on the forum, her book review section and the job blog with more than 200,000 fans also fell one after another.
There was a lot of abuse and accusations, and her readers couldn't say anything in front of such a "hard" palette, and many of them even asked for an explanation.
However, a die-hard fan put forward a favorable opinion for her: The author of the other party has not shown up so far, maybe it is Wen Xiang's vest
There is a "test meme" operation in the online literature circle. Before publishing an article, it is published on a trumpet, and if the effect is not effective, "abandon the meme". But Ruan Yu obviously didn't.
The incident continued to ferment, and everyone was waiting for her to speak out.
She carefully read the works of the other party in the rumors, grabbed her hair to calm down for a moment, and decided to contact the author first.
The other party's pen name is "Writing a Poet", Weibo @一个写诗人, is a new account with only single-digit zombie fans. The latest Weibo was published on Sunday evening four days ago: I'm going back to school again, no happy.
Probably a middle school student.
Ruan Yu sent a message, but there was no reply.
Then she realized that today Thursday, if the other party lives on campus, it may not be convenient to use a mobile phone now.
She was physically and mentally exhausted, she kicked her high heels and lay on her back on the bed, looking at the chandelier on the ceiling, her eyes were out of focus, and lines of spittle-smelling words floated in front of her eyes—
"Stop pretending to be dead, plagiarism dog, come out and make a statement?"
"This kind of rubbish is still on the gold list? Get out of Jinjiang as soon as possible!"
"This wave of stalks is well integrated, the first few copies were also popular, right?"
Many of the people who said this were passers-by who had nothing to do with her, and they all came to the conclusions of "free evidence" after reading the palette. So rather than being annoyed by being splashed with dirty water, she wanted to find out first, how could the two articles collide like this
When school was over on Friday evening, there were bustling crowds outside the gate of Suzhou No. 1 Middle School. Xu Huaishi took out her mobile phone at the station and logged into her Jinjiang account casually.
More than a month ago, she found a "tragic" story in an elderly phone. The male protagonist, that is, her brother, actually had a crush on a girl from another class in high school, and he was so cowardly that he didn't confess his love until he went abroad.
This incident made those who saw it sad and those who heard it cry. She couldn't resist registering an ID on the website where she usually reads novels, and wrote a short story based on it.
It wasn't to develop her after-school career, but she wanted to confide, and it was difficult to tell her friends, and she was afraid that the Internet forums would spread too widely and be discovered by her brother, so she chose Jinjiang, a "treasure place for women's literature".
But Xu Huaishi soon realized that she was wrong.
Because she is on fire. Thousands of comments surged in her book review area in two days, and the explosive information told her that she was plagiarized by a well-known writer.
Xu Huaishi was dumbfounded in place, and didn't slow down for a long time. When she came back to her senses, she quickly found the other party's novel and read it.
The homepage of "Wen Xiang" has a top Weibo—Response: There is no plagiarism, about the similarities between the two articles "I really want to bite your ear with you" and "Her eyes can laugh", I have contacted the other author @一秘诗诗People have asked questions and are waiting for a reply. I will give you further explanations after I understand the situation. (God knows this story about secret love is my personal experience when I was a student... laughing and crying)
The rhetoric in brackets is of course not convincing, so a video is attached below, which shows the last modification time of the outline document in her computer, showing before the publication of "Her Eyes Can Smile".
The video includes the time of the document and the content visible after entering the document, and it is shown continuously. Compared with the screenshots with insufficient evidence, it is a relatively powerful clarification.
Sure enough, under this Weibo, passers-by are quite rational.
Xu Huaishi was taken aback by this, and opened the private message.
In the message sent by "Wen Xiang", the first two paragraphs are a brief explanation of the incident, and the last few lines, she said: "The article "So Much Thinking" is indeed my original idea, and it is absolutely not offensive to your work subjectively, but I cannot Denying the objective existence of the similarities between the two articles, I am here to ask you questions and look forward to your reply."
Recalling the phrase "personal experience" on her homepage, Xu Huaishi was skeptical, turned around and read Wen Xiang's novel again, and found something was wrong.
When she adapted the novel based on text messages before, she deleted some of the plots, but some of these plots appeared in "Wen Xiang"'s writing.
what does that mean
In early summer, she suddenly felt a chill down her spine, and she had goose bumps all over her body for no reason.
A male voice interrupted her deep thinking: "Xu Huaishi, what are you doing here? I have driven three cars on Nineteenth Road, don't you know?"
She looked up and saw Zhao Yi, her classmate, coming across the road. He has a short cut, and the lollipop in his mouth is just like a cigarette, looking like a local hooligan.
Xu Huaishi was annoyed, and was about to perfunctory, when he had a flash of inspiration, he smiled and said: "Zhao Da, what a coincidence!"
"Yo," Zhao Yi was surprised when he heard this address, and he came to the end in two or three steps, "The sun is coming from the west? There is nothing to be courteous about, adultery or robbery?"
She smiled "hehe", covered her mouth and asked in a low voice: "Your family has a great career and a wide network of contacts. Let me ask you if you have any black technology in your place, so that you can find her when you know the other party's Weibo." Real information? If it’s illegal, you don’t need it, just ask for your name.”
Zhao Yiyu said earnestly: "Little girl, it is illegal to check names."
She choked and sighed, but saw him lower his head and lean over, saying, "Just give me the money."
Xu Huaishi struggled and gritted her teeth: "How much?"
He made an "OK" gesture: "RMB 30,000."
"..."
She turned to leave, but was grabbed by Zhao Yi's arm, and when she turned around, she saw this man grinning with big white teeth: "Friendship price, a cup of milk tea."
An hour later, at the milk tea shop next to the street, Zhao Yi answered the phone, answered a few times, and finally said, "Thank you, Uncle, I'll treat you to crayfish another day."
Putting down his phone, he snapped his fingers, pulled out a menu, wrote two large characters crookedly, and handed it to the other side.
"Ruan Yu?" Xu Huaishi chewed it twice, and after thinking about it for a while, he said, "Zhao Da, a good man will do his best to the end, and accompany me back to school?"
"what?"
She pointed to the menu: "Go to the school history museum and see if this person is our senior."
Xu Huaishi remembers that the last text message in the draft box was the day before her brother went abroad, and the content was: "The last thing I saw was your photo in the school history museum. Goodbye."
So she thought, if there is such a near-miraculous coincidence in the world, if "Wen Xiang"'s "personal experience" is not a lie, then there must be a photo of Ruan Yu there.
The two lied about "losing their homework" and rushed to the school history museum in the afterglow of the setting sun.
This spot is already closed, thanks to Zhao Yi's naughty spirit, he pestered the administrator at the door, and the playbook was performed section by section. Xu Huaishi saw the timing, sneaked in, and went straight to the second floor.
The hall is empty, the setting sun illuminates the aisle through the glass windows, and the leaves outside the windows cast mottled shadows on the ground. She walked lightly, even holding her breath, twisting and turning, and finally reached the wall of honor left by previous outstanding graduates.
No. 1 Middle School has been established for nearly fifty years, and the school history museum has a history of twenty years, and now the walls are crowded with photos.
She fixed her eyes on the column of level 07, stretched out her index finger and moved it row by row, her heartbeat slowly accelerated.
Nervous, forbidden, and excited.
A seventeen-year-old girl is subconsciously more willing to believe in a secret that has been buried for ten years than in a bad incident such as plagiarism.
But in the next moment, there was the sound of leather shoes slamming in the corridor behind him, and a middle-aged man said angrily, "Which class, you can't leave after school, what are you doing here, huh?"
Xu Huaishi screamed, and before she could take a closer look at the photos, she turned her head and ran, running down the corridor on the other side in a panic.
People behind her chased after her all the way, and she ran staggeringly, but when she reached the lobby on the first floor, she saw that the main entrance was still blocked, so she had to turn around, and when she was desperate, she heard a familiar voice from the women's toilet: "Come on! "
She flew in, saw Zhao Yi outside the window, threw the schoolbag on her shoulder to him, then put her hands on the window sill, and jumped out.
Zhao Yi caught her firmly, carried her schoolbag on his shoulders, grabbed her arm and ran towards the small woods behind the school history museum.
The two disappeared in a flash, leaving behind the administrator cursing and jumping.
Seeing that she got rid of her, Zhao Yi stopped, threw her bag and lay on her back on the grass, panting and said: "Xu Huaishi... there are relatives you have lost for many years in the school history museum, why do you have to sneak in at this time? Make an application on Monday. Next, your relatives can run, can't they?"
Xu Huaishi was also panting, and it took a long time to answer: "If I don't figure this out, I won't be able to sleep well all weekend!"
After she finished speaking, she fell on the grass, extremely annoyed: "It's just a little bit!"
"Then I won't play with you!"
Of course Xu Huaishi knew the truth of beating grass and scaring snakes. At this time, the school history museum would definitely not be able to enter. And asking her brother directly, and being known by him that she secretly published his private "love history" on the Internet, is simply more terrifying than getting a punishment or writing a self-criticism.
So, do you really have to suffer for a weekend
Not reconciled, she kicked her legs desperately twice, then suddenly remembered something and said, "Wait..."
To prove Ruan Yu's identity, you don't have to start from text messages, you can also find clues from "Wen Xiang" novels.
She remembered seeing this passage at the station just now: In the novel, the hero "He Shiqian" would play the piano in the school art gallery in his spare time, and the heroine "Lin Xisheng" once wrote on the wall of his usual piano room, A row of English letters—LXSXHHSQ.
It means "Lin Xisheng likes He Shiqian".
That is to say...
The sun had completely sunk into the horizon, she got up on the ground, glanced at the dome of the art gallery hidden in the night in the distance, and said, "Zhao Da, have the walls of our art gallery been repainted in recent years?"
Zhao Yi didn't know what she was thinking of, and said, "The school is so stingy, there shouldn't be any."
"Then let's play life again?"
"..."
A quarter of an hour later, on the spiral staircase of the Art Museum, Xu Huaishi flipped through her phone and said, "I found it. The novel says 401, the wall behind the piano!"
After she finished speaking, she pushed Zhao Yi again, signaled him to take the lead, and repeated: "401, 401!"
Zhao Yi frowned, and said in a low voice, "401 is the studio, how can there be a piano?"
"Huh?" Xu Huaishi was stunned.
Could it be that he made up the room number because he was afraid of being too realistic? Why don't we find them one by one
"Think again!" Zhao Yi urged in a low voice.
Think again, think again.
Xu Huaishi held her head and desperately thought about it. After a while, sparks burst into her head and said, "Do you know which piano room can see the second classroom on the fourth floor of the teaching building?"
She remembered that her brother said in a text message that from the piano room where he was, she could see the girl lying on the railing in front of the classroom basking in the sun.
"The 301 that is the farthest to the west!" Zhao Yi judged quickly.
"That's it, let's go!"
The two slipped to the end of the third floor with short bodies.
The door of 301 is locked, Zhao Yi sighed: "Is there a card issued? It's fine."
Xu Huaishi plucked one hair from his hair, and used his mobile phone to illuminate him.
Five minutes later, the door opened with a "click", and she was ecstatic, rushing to the back of the piano with a flashlight.
Xu Huaishi was narrow, and squeezed enough to squeeze in, and the whole beam of white light spread out, illuminating the old and yellowed white wall in front of him. Although several pieces of the wall were mottled and peeled off, the line of English letters written in correction fluid still came into view clearly in the center.
—RYXHXHS.
Zhao Yi, who was stuck outside and couldn't get in, glanced at this line of abbreviations and pieced together: "Day, ah, hey, hey, hey, hey... shoot?"
"..."
Xu Huaishi turned her head and stared at him, then turned her eyes away, almost tears filled her eyes with excitement.
She caressed the rough wall with her index finger, as if she was afraid of breaking something, she said softly, "Yes... Ruan, Yu, Xi, Huan, Xu, Huai, Song."