"Lin Yue, what do you mean by that?" Yuan Hua was stunned for a while before he realized what he was saying. He threw away his bicycle and walked over to grab Lin Yue's collar. He didn't believe that the always well-behaved Qiu Ya would do such a thing, let alone He didn't believe that she would play tricks with others to plot against him: "It's all your mischief. Yes, you must have forced her to do it."
"Take your hands away...I told you to take your hands away."
Seeing that Yuan Hua was not moving, Lin Yue twisted his hand with his backhand. Yuan finally got up, but in the blink of an eye he collapsed, grimacing in pain and unable to stand.
"Let's talk about the process first. After all, Qiu Ya and I have been roommates for several months. She knows my temper very well. Someone said bad things about me on BBS and wanted me to write for free? Is it possible? Someone asked me not to If you are happy, then everyone should not be happy. Qiu Ya knows that persuasion is impossible. If you want me to continue writing, there is only one way, which is to make me happy. The one who posted the "Dugu Nine Swords" is also very interesting. In order to deepen the persuasion If she told others that he was my classmate, and judging from the intensity of his words, he should have a grudge against me, then the circle would suddenly shrink. All she had to do was go over and chat, and ask a few insidious questions to confirm the identity of the person who posted the message. Is it difficult? It’s not difficult, yes, she is the first person to know that the ‘Dugu Nine Swords’ is you.”
Lin Yue glanced at Qi Xiaoxiao: "Later, she met a girl who wore the same outfit as Qingwu Feiyang. Like her, she wanted me to continue updating, but their methods were completely different. It’s different. Qiu Ya understands my character and knows that I can’t stand it. If I don’t deal with you, even if the King of Heaven comes, I can’t force me to write any more. Miss Qi’s family is different. She chose the most direct and stupidest one. The solution was to rub it in and out. Qiu Ya saw that this was not going to work. Qi Xiaoxiao's hardware was no worse than hers. She was still the kind of girl who said she was sunny and cheerful. It would be better to say that she didn't care about other people's criticism and dared to stalk boys. Let's go. If there is a jam at home, I will definitely go to the house to block me. If I say that I will go to Class 2 of Senior 3 to audit, I will definitely go to Class 2 of Senior 3 to audit. In an instant, she positioned her as the number one love rival. She can be among the best in the class every year. People who receive the Three Excellent Student Award are naturally much more flexible than ordinary people. They can come up with a good idea on the spot, which can not only prevent Qi Xiaoxiao from having more contact with me, but also solve the problem of "First Intimate Contact" not being updated. The problem."
He turned around and smiled at Yuan Hua: "You will know the next thing. Qiu Ya went to the radio station to make a self-examination and confirmed that the principal had indeed wronged me. In this way, your remarks attacking me on NetEase BBS cannot stand. Stop it, Qi Xiaoxiao and her sisters will deal with you, the guy who spreads rumors and slanders in the name of venting anger on the idol, and force you to write a statement on BBS and admit your mistakes to your friends."
"Qiu Ya? This... this... everything he said is true? Why are you doing this to me?"
"..."
Wang Qiuya stood under the street lamp, silent.
"I should know the answer to this question." Lin Yue answered very kindly: "As for you, Qiu Ya has made up her mind to give up, but you are a licking dog, completely unaware of her thoughts, and still act consciously and considerately. , but it is something that makes her bored. She is too embarrassed to tell you clearly. Firstly, she wants to continue to observe the prospects of Charlotte and I, so it’s hard to tell you who she likes. Secondly, her personality is that of a well-behaved and cute person. If a girl rejects you directly, she will feel guilty and feel sorry for your efforts. Now you have been humiliated by Qi Xiaoxiao and her little sisters in front of her, and you have been exposed to the villainous behavior of slandering me behind the scenes. In the future, she will Can you still raise your head in front of me? Do you have the nerve to continue to stalk me? And when you review the matter in public, do you think she is joking about her future? I can only say that you are short-sighted. With her achievements, add a How much meaning does a ten point mean? It is nothing more than the difference between Wuhan University and Sichuan University. Looking at this from my point of view, I feel that she has cleared me up and thus solved the problem of being slandered on BBS. Even if I am not moved, She will also treat her better. The teachers and students of No. 7 Middle School will also think that we are in a love-killing relationship, so she used a bitter trick to not only win my favor, but also declare her sovereignty over me to the girls in the school. , or the hero who saved "First Close Contact", this is no longer killing two birds with one stone, you figure out how many birds."
Yuan Hua was dumbfounded and looked at the girl who had been his deskmate for two years in disbelief.
The little sisters Qi Xiaoxiao brought also looked confused. This relationship was so complicated and their thoughts were so scary.
Lin Yue patted Yuan Hua on the shoulder: "A man's goal is to conquer the world, and a woman's goal is to conquer men. Have you heard of this sentence? Never heard of it? Where is the green tea bitch? Oh, there is no such word yet, so Yin Susu You always know what I told Zhang Wuji, ‘The more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie’, right?”
After saying this, he ignored Wang Qiuya and Qi Xiaoxiao. He turned his back and waved, walked towards the bus stop not far away, and boarded the last bus that had just stopped.
Yuan Hua sat slumped on the ground, and the street lights fell on him, making him look like snow.
No……
Qiu Ya left over there at some point, and Qi Xiaoxiao said "How pitiful" when she passed by him.
…
That night.
Sanlitun.
Old Lin looked at the passbook on the coffee table, or to be precise, at the numbers on the passbook, and wiped his face with his hands. In his almost fifty years of life, he had never seen so much money.
"No, no, your mother and I can't ask for this money. This is the royalties you earn from writing. You can keep it for yourself. In the future, you will have to spend money on buying a house, marrying a wife and raising children."
Lin Yue picked up the cup, poured half a cup of hot water and handed it to Lao Lin.
"Didn't I say before that we will renovate the house at the end of the year? Look at the Yan Ming family in front of us, the fifth aunt next door, and Princess Sai's family who always brags in front of mom that their house has too many rooms to use. Didn't they all build new houses? "
"It won't cost so much to renovate it."
"Then add a layer of cover."
The old woman glared: "The building?"
Lin Yue said: "Yes, these three rooms are really small. If your son marries a wife and has children in the future, he will have no place to live when he comes back."
As soon as these words were spoken, the old couple became speechless.
"But you..." After hesitating for a long time, Lao Lin still felt embarrassed to do this. His son replaced the home appliances and the furniture. Even the three-wheeler he used to solicit customers was replaced by an oil-burning one and is now being refurbished. The house also needs my son’s money.
Yes, it is natural for children to be filial to their parents, but Lin Yue spent all the money he earned on them. What if he needs to use the money himself?
Gu: "Dad, I know what you are thinking. As for the royalties... it's just a small amount, just pocket money. The big one is behind."
"What? Is this still a small head?"
With Lao Lin's knowledge, of course he couldn't figure out what this meant.
Lin Yue wanted to explain to them at first, but he thought about the saying that people can never make money beyond their knowledge, so he stopped talking.
At this moment, the phone under the coffee table rang.
Lao Lin didn't know who was calling so late. He reached for the phone and put it to his ear. His expression changed slightly, he glanced at his wife, and handed the phone to Lin Yue.
"Looking for you."
"Are you looking for me?" He took the phone and put it to his ear: "Hello?"
"Lin Yue, what did you mean just now?"
It turned out that it was Qiu Ya who called, and her voice sounded like she was crying. No wonder Lao Lin looked at him strangely just now.
If a girl calls you crying in the middle of the night, a responsible elder will think too much about it.
"What do you mean? I expressed it very clearly."
"Are you feeling uncomfortable if you don't let me embarrass you every few days?"
Hearing this meant that I couldn't sleep after I got back. The more I thought about it, the more I felt wronged and angry. I couldn't even wait one night and directly called him to question him.
"How come? I'm helping you."
"Help me? Are you helping me?"
"Of course."
"I do not believe."
"If you don't believe it, wait until tomorrow. You will know when you get to school tomorrow."
He didn't wait for Qiu Ya's response and snapped the receiver on the phone.
The old couple looked at each other. The girl called her in the middle of the night and she was crying. He looked like he didn't take her seriously. With this attitude, how could he find a girlfriend in the future? How to get a wife?
"Okay, I'm tired. I'm going to bed. You guys should also rest."
Lin Yue stood up and walked to the bedroom.
After enduring it for a long time, I still couldn't hold it back: "Zhuangzhuang, who is the girl on the other side of the phone?"
"Oh, Wang Qiuya, a student in our class."
"..."
The old couple looked at each other.
Wang Qiuya, the two of them knew this name because at every final class meeting, the teacher would praise Qiuya's parents.
And they also know Qiu Ya's other identity--the class flower.
