A jiyou comes out of the closet

Jiang Wanqing was not joking when he said that he would go to Fu Wen when he was free. After coding the updates for the past two days, he went to Fu Wen's W University to find someone.I heard that Fu Wen said that her dormitory number is 608. Jiang Wanqing finally found the dormitory building after asking for directions, but she was dressed like a young man in the society, and her aunt refused to let her in. In desperation, Jiang Wanqing could only send it to Fu Wen A text message indicated——I don't know if it's convenient for her to answer the phone now.

The young students who came and went cast curious eyes, most of them were freshmen and sophomores who had not been out of high school for a long time and were not used to Jiang Wanqing's style.So the beautiful woman Jiang was looked at as a specimen for half an hour, and Fu Wencai rushed back to the dormitory from the tutor's office in a hurry.

Jiang Wanqing saw Fu Wen who looked like a lunatic from a distance, and happily waved her bright red paws, Fu Wen scratched her head: "What's the matter?"

"You said you were being followed, I thought about it, indeed, it's really not safe for you, a little girl, to walk alone." Jiang Wanqing said without changing his face, and Fu Wen blinked: "...so?"

The narcissist who claims to be the most beautiful in the world laughed wildly and showed two rows of white teeth: "Let's go out and rent together." Fu Wen was so shocked that she couldn't speak for a moment, Jiang Wanqing pulled her and walked out of the school, Fu Wen After a while, I asked suspiciously: "Aren't you living well with Aunt Jiang Shulin? Why did you suddenly think of pulling me to rent a house?"

"Are you unhappy living with me?" Jiang Wanqing exaggeratedly covered her chest and lamented, "I'm the one who suffers, well, I'm so beautiful, if you can't help but do something to me in the middle of the night..."

Seeing Fu Wen's eyes look more and more like the executioner who wanted to hack her to death, Jiang Wanqing braked in time, laughed dryly twice, and finally recovered his seriousness: "It's not peaceful recently, and you're being followed again, I'm worried about it. Although I am not as good as those professional criminal policemen, I have learned Sanda for several years, and I have the name of a policeman, at least I can fight better than you."

"Besides," Jiang Wanqing raised his eyebrows, "I go out in the middle of the night every day, worrying the old man and the old lady, and whispering in my ear every now and then. They miss me, and I don't think it's long-winded. Why don't we move out and give each other a cleanse?"

Fu Wen glanced at Jiang Wanqing's side face, and felt that once the word co-renting was associated with cohabitation, it would be awkward no matter how she thought about it, but she was surprisingly not repulsed, and there was a big drama in her heart, with a steady face like an old dog: "Alright, save it Order takeout every day."

Jiang Wanqing stopped suddenly, and Fu Wen was startled, thinking that she had said something wrong just now, but Jiang Wanqing's face flickered for a long while, and then she looked at Fu Wen in surprise: "Say it in advance, I won't Can cook, can only eat."

"What do you mean, I don't know." Fu Wen was even more surprised, Jiang Wanqing seemed to have finally remembered the fact that the girl in front of her was an idiot in life, she couldn't help twitching her mouth: "Then I don't care, I will be your bodyguard , you also have to be my babysitter, it's so happy to agree."

The two elders of the Jiang family had no objection to the matter of renting a house, and even if they had, they couldn't control it. Fu Wen's mother didn't object even more. The two moved their daily necessities to the newly rented house in a daze, and lunch really became the most serious problem.

At twelve noon, every household was eating, only Fu Wen and Jiang Wanqing were staring at each other.

Jiang Wanqing: "I bought all the rice, noodles and vegetables, chef, the rest is up to you."

Fu Wen: "Don't...I don't..."

Jiang Wanqing was wearing household cotton slippers, and without stilts, she was about the same height as Fu Wen. Fu Wen looked at the alive fish she pulled out of the water basin with her sleeves rolled up, with complex and fearful eyes: "I don't know how to do it." Fan, don't come here."

Jiang Wanqing couldn't help but throw the carp that was about to jump out into Fu Wen's arms. Fu Wen seemed to have been thrown a bomb and screamed: "Don't give it to me! How can I do this! Jiang Wanqing, don't go, give it to me!" come over!"

Jiang Wanqing wiped the cold sweat off his head: "Well...you throw it on the chopping board, first throw it half dead and see what to do."

Fu Wen said "Oh" in a daze, Sa Yazi slipped into the kitchen with a ferocious expression as if she had met an enemy who had killed the door, and ruthlessly threw the innocent carp on the chopping board, and just turned around to ask Jiang Wanqing what to do next, when she saw this The ancestor held a machete for killing pigs that he didn't know where to get, and yelled at her: "Get up!"

Fu Wen turned pale with shock: "Sister, we are killing fish, not killing people!"

Jiang Wanqing: "Don't talk nonsense, I know how to scrape the scales without killing the fish first!"

Fu Wen hurriedly acted according to his words, the blue veins on Jiang Wanqing's forehead trembled twice, he closed his eyes and hacked indiscriminately, Fu Wen was stunned by the bloody scene, and when the fish was chopped into pieces, Jiang Wanqing slightly Panting and throwing away the machete, Fu Wen's expression became a little unspeakable for a moment: "This...is it still edible?"

Jiang Wanqing: "Maybe maybe...can't."

The two of them stared at the group of fish that were dying miserably, and didn't know what to say for a while.Fu Wen finally conceded defeat and sighed: "Forget it, don't mess around, I'll give it a try, this... well, you can bury this lump of blood, I find it quite disturbing."

Jiang Wanqing nodded awkwardly: "Okay."

An hour later, Jiang Wanqing looked at the dishes on the table, and looked up at Fu Wen with a complicated mood: "Tai | Jun, your bunker was blown up?" Fu Wen's face was covered with soot. The man was dyed black, which looked very much like a mustache.

"Can you speak human language?" Fu Wen unknowingly learned Jiang Wanqing's mantra for scolding Su Shi, "Hurry up and eat, I managed to make it."

Jiang Wanqing picked up the chopsticks with a trembling right hand, picked up something similar to food, and asked: "What is this?" Fu Wen replied in surprise: "Scrambled eggs with leeks."

"Chives are good leeks, what about eggs?" Jiang Wanqing raised his chopsticks and placed them in front of his eyes, looking at Fu Wen's black face through the gap between the two bamboo chopsticks. ah."

Jiang Wanqing was horrified: "Then why is it green?!" Fu Wen coughed dryly, her eyes erratic: "Well...the leeks are a little short, I want more green, so I mixed in the green apple juice you bought earlier. A little bit, a little bit of color... Who knows it is more overbearing than dyeing agent. Anyway, it won't kill people, it's good if I can cook it for the first time, be content, eat it quickly."

Jiang Wanqing: "Why don't we order takeaway first today."

"What are you doing, looking down on me? Eat, I'll watch you eat, if you dare to leave even one bite, I'll kill you." Fu Wen said coldly.

Jiang Wanqing generously put the egg into his mouth, with a sad expression on the verge of crying.After all, Fu Wen still couldn't bear to let her eat, sighed and dumped the strange objects on the plate into the trash can, and sat down in front of Jiang Wanqing: "Forget it...don't eat, I can't stand it, are you hungry? ?”

Jiang Wanqing nodded sadly, and her stomach growled twice in unison.Fu Wen looked embarrassed, and finally ordered takeaway with Jiang Wanqing, typing while eating.

"I think we look like pigs." Jiang Wanqing complained inappropriately, Fu Wen finally bought a computer, looked at the fly-leg-sized font on the screen, and didn't bother to look at her: "Your words are gone, it's you."

Jiang Wanqing twitched her lips, and typed the last word of the full text of "Body Correction Manual".She looked at the chapters in the manuscript box, and suddenly felt the joy and sadness of a child growing up.Probably readers and authors will always feel a little bit reluctant to end their favorite novels. When the characters in the story grow up step by step and achieve their own success and happiness, it is true that they are happy and lost at the same time.After all, this "Sick Girl" has been with her for several months, and it ended abruptly, which means that she doesn't have to rack her brains every day when she is about to go bald and still think about the plot, which means that there will be no more little angels in the comment area. Jokingly, it means that she may have to say goodbye to her former readers.

Not all of an author’s articles are suitable for everyone’s taste. Generally, there are not too many readers who follow the author to the next book. It is very likely that the communication between the author and readers is limited to the current book, so every author cherishes it. Readers who used to have.The sea of ​​people is vast, and it is not easy to be lucky enough to meet each other.

Fu Wen watched Jiang Wanqing open Jinjiang's computer version of the author's background, and couldn't help frowning, and blurted out: "What an ugly interface." Jiang Wanqing sighed: "It's okay, why pay so much attention to it."

Fu Wen muttered: "The backstage of the author of Dianniang is very beautiful, look at your green lump." Jiang Wanqing touched the girl: "Green is good, it protects the eyes. As the saying goes, if you want to live If you can get by, you have to add some green on your head. It just so happens that your interface is red, and the red flowers and green leaves of our two go well together."

"Red and green, racing dogs..." Fu Wen said quietly, and Jiang Wanqing covered her broken mouth: "You better shut up."

Jiang Wanqing changed the progress of the article to the end after waiting for the ranking on Thursday. Many familiar readers were throwing flowers. Jiang Wanqing was sending out red envelopes while listening to Fu Wen curiously asking: "What are you doing with the small notebook?"

"The diary contains the names of all my readers who have been bubbling in the comment section. I'll see how many of them are left." Jiang Wan said flatly.Fu Wen felt inexplicably sad when she heard this, and didn't bother her at the moment, she turned to her comment section and stared at the familiar names in a daze.

Sooner or later, those familiar names will disappear.

Fu Wen rested her chin and said nothing, Jiang Wanqing turned off the background and let out a long sigh of relief: "Come on, finish it soon, and you will know how I feel."

Fu Wen said calmly: "I still have 100 million words."

Jiang Wanqing: "Then you pull it down."

Jiang Wanqing held his head and thought about it, and then clicked on the code word wizard: "I want to write fairy tales in this book and practice my pen. I will use it to accumulate experience for my true love "Fourteen States"."

Of course Fu Wen still remembers the book she was amazed at first, but now it seems that there are really too many shortcomings, and even Jiang Wanqing herself crazily complained about what she wrote back then.With the improvement of writing skills and the increase of experience, the good writing that was praised before has become the last fig leaf for the bad plot.

"Xian Xia is quite cold, can you bear it?"

"It's okay~ just entertain yourself~"

Fu Wen looked at her ever-increasing collection and more and more cute newcomers who came to her for awkward chats, and suddenly felt that she should persuade her once, but Fu Wen still didn't want to hit her:

"I believe you can do it, come on, Qingqing!"

Jiang Wanqing was very moved: "Thank you, I'm hungry again."

Fu Wen: "... Get lost."

Even so, Fu Wen went to buy bread for Jiang Wanqing cursing.

The author has something to say: Two women who can't cook, one of them has to compromise first if they want to survive.

However, this article does not distinguish between TP, the little mosquito will be tough in the future, and the living ancestor, Uncle Jiang, will also have soft moments.