Weibo forwarded the lottery and won a smart speaker

The dormitory uniformly arranged by the school is an abandoned dormitory building that no one lives in. It is cold and damp inside, and emits a disgusting musty smell. The corridor is gloomy, and I always feel that something may happen at any time scary thing.

In this winter of non-stop snow, this dilapidated dormitory building does not have heating. Higher power consumers.The accommodation conditions are so poor, some students staying in the school went to the Ministry of Education and Engineering, and an indifferent teacher from the Ministry of Education and Engineering said that there is no way to solve it now that it is a holiday, and the students are very dissatisfied with the noisy, but after a while, the school As indifferent as ever.

Even so, the accommodation problem had to be resolved, so those who moved in moved out one after another, not knowing whether to go home or find another place to live, and soon, only Zhuo Muyang was left in the dormitory where six people lived.

Coming back from the restaurant where he worked part-time, he was sleepy and tired. The room was as cold as an icehouse pretending to be dead, and he couldn’t sleep at all. phone, wanting to ask for some help, after all Jiang Xu spoke to him.

Jiang Xu is probably an angel. After listening to his complaints, he found him a place to live without saying a word. It was a fairly spacious old house not far from the restaurant where he worked. Jiang Xu said it was his second aunt. My family’s house is waiting for demolition, so I haven’t paid the heating fee, but the electrical circuit is fine, I can order oil tincture, cook and boil water. Although the conditions are a bit difficult, they are at least better than the dormitories provided by the school.

Although this is an old house, it is still very tidy everywhere. Zhuo Muyang is very grateful in his heart, but he himself is living a hard-pressed life. The living expenses for the next semester have not yet been settled, and he is waiting for the restaurant where he works to pay his salary.When he stammered that he had no money to pay the rent, Jiang Xu smiled, his dimples seemed to be shining, he waved his hands and said, "I don't want your rent."

Zhuo Muyang felt that Jiang Xu was so nice, he was emotional for a while, and gave Jiang Xu a big hug without thinking, this place was like a home, he sniffed Jiang Xu's good smell, and fell in love for a while.

"Thank you." The three words stuck in his throat, and his voice was very low.

Maybe Jiang Xu didn't expect Zhuo Muyang to show such enthusiasm, he froze there in a daze, unable to move.

Young people's love doesn't need to say too much, a timely charcoal is enough to ferment emotions.

They were together, and it was tacit that they almost didn't use each other's confession. After the hug, Zhuo Muyang shook his hand and grabbed Jiang Xu's hand. Jiang Xu didn't refuse, but held it even tighter.At that moment, Zhuo Muyang remembered what Jiang Xu said he didn't like girls.

"Mr. Zhuo, you haven't ordered takeaway for a long time." Jiang Xu passed the bag of lunch boxes in his hand to Zhuo Muyang, and said casually.

Zhuo Muyang has been seriously ill since the class reunion. He coughed first, then had a fever, and lay in bed moaning every day. He lived alone without anyone to take care of him. When he remembered, he took a handful of medicine and wanted to If you can't get up, you fall on the bed and feel sleepy.He had been sick for several days, and he didn't get better until today. He felt hungry, so he called "Alei" and ordered a takeaway, but unexpectedly, it was delivered by the young man who always came to his house to deliver food.

Zhuo Muyang's hair was disheveled, and his face was probably bloodless. Seeing his ghostly look, Jiang Xu couldn't help asking him, "Are you sick?"

"Hmm... I have a cold." Zhuo Muyang's throat was still a little sore, and he hoarsed his voice when he spoke.He entered the house like a ghost, put the takeaway on the desk, accidentally touched the mouse, and the dark screen suddenly lit up, and the writing assistance system of "Alei" was still typing for him, which was really dedicated.He himself missed a lot and didn't read it, and he has no energy these days.

"Have you taken your medicine?" Jiang Xu asked him at the door.

"have eaten."

"You can't do it like this, I'll take you to the hospital." Jiang Xu entered the room after talking, and said to him very anxiously.

"No, no, I'm almost fine."

Zhuo Muyang fudged, Jiang Xu stood there motionless, how could he be against this young man who was always doing physical work, so he was finally taken hostage to the hospital.

The young man only had an electric motorcycle. He was arranged to sit in the back seat, and was forced to clasp his arms around his waist.

There is almost no fat on Jiang Xu's waist, and he can touch his muscular abdomen and his scorching body temperature just through a T-shirt.The greasy smell of all kinds of food is mixed with him, but somehow it smells good. Although his brain is dizzy, he can hear the wind whistling in his ears. Xu felt safe when he fell in love.

The two were driving on the road intimately, and the summer breeze and scorching sun were witnessing the collision of two young hearts.

The doctor said that Zhuo Muyang would develop pneumonia if he didn't come. He didn't care at first, but when he saw Jiang Xu's urgent expression, he was a little moved.Coincidentally, every time his heartbeat was accompanied by others' selfless care and help to him, he hardly listened to what the doctor said, but focused all his attention on Jiang Xu.

Their names have different sounds and characters, and their personalities are very sunny. Do people with this name have this characteristic?

After returning home from the injection, Zhuo Muyang felt that his steps were lighter. Jiang Xu cooked porridge for him, served it with the small pickles from the takeaway, and brought it to the dining table on a tray.

Zhuo Muyang was saving the manuscript to the computer, Jiang Xu stood behind him and looked at it for a while, before asking: "So you are a writer."

"Ah... not to mention, just a literary worker." Zhuo Muyang actually became humble in front of the person who moved his heart.

"You are really good. I haven't studied anything, and I can only do some physical work." Jiang Xu said with a low self-esteem, "You just finished the injection, eat something, I have to go."

It was only then that Zhuo Muyang realized that Jiang Xu had been out of work for most of the day because of him. He thanked Jiang Xu, got up and sent him to the door, "Thanks to you, I am free to come and play today."

"Hmm." Jiang Xu held his hard hat in his hand, glanced at the small speaker on the desk, and asked, "What is this?"

"Ah, a smart speaker."

"What can I do?"

"Alei." Zhuo Muyang decided to show Jiang Xu a demonstration. "Sing a song."

"Alei"'s breathing light flickered and said, "Okay, master, I'll play Jay Chou's "Rainbow" for you."

After experiencing the sadness of that night, Zhuo Muyang didn't even want to hear the name of this song, and before "Alei" played, he said, "Next one."

"Okay, master, I'll play Zhang Weijian's "Who Do You Love Me Like" for you."

The anger swelled from Zhuo Muyang's mind, what happened to "Alei", why did it suddenly start to circle around the song he least wanted to hear and couldn't come out?Before he lost his temper, Jiang Xu said, as if he had discovered a new world, "This is amazing."

The music started to sound, Zhuo Muyang yelled to stop, and said casually: "You can still buy things, order takeaway or something, it's a little helper for smart home."

"It's great, when I have money, I'll buy one too."

Hearing what Jiang Xu said, Zhuo Muyang suddenly remembered the ones he eliminated, so he dug it out and gave him one: "This actually has similar functions, you can use it."

"How dare you?" Jiang Xu said.

"To thank you for accompanying me to see a doctor." I also want to help this hard-working young man, think about my experience in college, and look at him working several part-time jobs, and I will inevitably feel empathy.

Jiang Xu blushed, bowed his head and said "thank you" before leaving.

While drinking porridge, Zhuo Muyang casually opened the Weibo account that had been neglected in the past few days.Unsurprisingly, this novel of his set off a new trend. Fan authors and artists on Weibo contributed their articles and sketches one after another, and several posts were opened on the forum of his website to Discussing the plot, compared to the last novel which started to decline and then became popular, now the data that has been rising all the way has made his illness half healed.

He picked up his mobile phone and took a picture of the porridge, and posted on Weibo: "I've been sick recently and I can't go online, so I can only eat porridge. Are you all satisfied with my new novel?"

No need to think about it, the Weibo has just been posted, and the comments, reposts and likes flooded him like a tide.

"Pay attention to your body!"

Ok.

"Great, the new article is so good! I'm so anxious to wait for the update every day!!! I want to ask whether the hero died after being injured by the heroine or not!!! I think he and the second hero are true love. !"

etc?Is the hero injured?How many plots he himself missed.

"It's so pitiful to only drink porridge. I want to give Da Da a full banquet! The new article is very good-looking, and I sent you hundreds of rewards. It's hard to code, and I insist on updating even when I'm sick."

Code words are not hard, he has "Alei".

With a smile on the corner of Zhuo Muyang's mouth, he was in a good mood and drank a bowl of porridge.

A sudden phone call interrupted Zhuo Muyang's reading, and the words "Desperate Ghost" appeared on the screen of the phone.Zhuo Muyang picked it up, Xiao Lu asked him concerned: "Niao Da, are you sick?"

"Ah."

"Pay attention to rest."

"It's okay, I went to get an injection today."

"That's good, that's good. Are you free all day Sunday and next Monday morning?"

"What's the matter?" Zhuo Muyang got up and put the dishes into the dishwasher, pressed the cleaning button, and the dishwasher started working.

"Our editor-in-chief wants to talk to you about the filming of your novel. If you are free next Monday morning, is it convenient for you to come?" Xiao Lu asked.

"Okay." Zhuo Muyang agreed, "What about this Sunday? What are your plans?"

"The Zhangzhou City Library wants to hold a small lecture. I would like to invite you to give a lecture. After the lecture, there will be a two-hour signing. If you agree, I will arrange it."

Zhuo Muyang would never give up every opportunity to prove himself in public, and happily agreed: "Okay. What aspects will the lecture focus on?"

"Hmm..." Xiaolu thought for a while, and said, "Writing skills and ideas, character setting, etc., just talk about it briefly. The most important thing is to have close contact with readers, which will also benefit the novels you are serializing now." Definitely help."

If it was before, Zhuo Muyang might feel a headache, but now that he has "Alei", he feels that all this is no problem.