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Gradually, the [Treasure of Answering Questions that Senior Three Students Will Absolutely Regret If They Missed] became famous in the live broadcast room, and some people began to check in every day, and even local tyrants bought gifts.But with that came doubt and cynicism.

[I can memorize these questions according to the answers. Why are you licking dogs like that? 】

[Why doesn't the anchor show his face, just rely on his voice to attract people, maybe it's the new generation Qiao Biluo. 】

[I know how to do math problems, but I'm blowing like this without thinking, I'm speechless.If you still study God, why don't you talk about physics? 】

[sb, those who don't show their faces are all ***]

Being judged and discredited arbitrarily, Ye Ruan had experienced a lot in her previous life, she didn't care about this level at all, and ignored it with a good attitude.But she doesn't care, someone cares.

[Why, are you the emperor or the president, do I have to show my face to you?People's voice is nice, so you are sour?It’s no wonder that people with small stomachs only dare to hide behind the screen to be a keyboard warrior. I’ve seen a lot of people who can’t eat grapes and say grapes are sour. Who are you? 】

[The lecture questions are simple, come here, here is the paper, you tell it, don't leave it here to force Lai Lai, if you have the ability to live broadcast the lectures yourself, who stopped you?Do you have to find a sense of presence here?Do I feel too good about myself or am I giving you too much face? 】

He Qing sat cross-legged on the sofa, her fingers moving rapidly on the computer keyboard.A pair of eyes are fixed on the computer screen, and the cheeks of the small face are puffed up.

"This group of people must be sick, I'm so mad!"

Even if she didn't have the upper hand in smacking others, but seeing other people being so ignorant and soft-spoken, she was so aggrieved that her lungs were about to explode.

...want to hit someone.

Seeing the girl's angry look, Ye Ruan was a little amused, and comforted: "It's okay, they can only talk about it, I won't lose a piece of meat, just get used to it."

He Qing retorted: "How can you get used to this kind of thing, the more you indulge them, the more they will go too far!"

Ye Ruan was very calm: "But, He Qing, can you resist all cyber violence? It was not done by one person, it was formed by many people. The law does not blame the public. This is a kind of Sadness is also a kind of helplessness."

Internet violence, keyboard man, brainless troll.

Everyone knows they are evil, but no one can completely stop them, no one can completely eradicate them.

He Qing fell silent, of course she also knew that the best way to deal with rumors was to ignore them, it went in one ear and out the other.But she just couldn't bear it, and she would never forget those days in the orphanage.

Being questioned, being wronged, no one believed her, no one could understand her.

That feeling was too painful, she didn't want Ye Ruan to suffer any more.

"But I just can't stand it." He Qing sniffed, a little frustrated.

Ye Ruan put down the exercises in his hands and walked over, rubbed He Qing's head, with a soft voice: "Nietzsche said, whatever doesn't kill me will make me stronger. He Qing, I'm actually not as fragile as you think, I am getting stronger little by little, it may take a long time, but one day, I can also stand in front of you and protect you, fearless wind, frost, rain and snow."

He Qing raised his head, with red nose, looked at Ye Ruan in a dazed way, and finally said, "Ye Ruan."

"Huh?" Ye Ruan responded softly.

"...I'm hungry."

Ye Ruan:...

The good sensational atmosphere was destroyed like this.

Although a little speechless, she resigned to her fate and entered the kitchen.A girl's excited voice came from behind: "Put more hot sauce."

To be honest, He Qing is the most picky eater that Ye Ruanchang has ever met, not one of them.

He Qing doesn't like onions, ginger, and garlic.She doesn't like to eat tomatoes, and it's okay to make soup, but she absolutely refuses to eat tomatoes in cold salad.Don't eat celery, don't eat coriander, don't eat carrots, eat cabbage and only eat leaves and not leaf stems, eat eggplant and only eat eggplant skin.Bitter melon is the most hated food.

Such a picky eater can only be fed by a wealthy family.

But Ye Ruan won't be so used to He Qing, he must eat what he should eat.Of course, she knew that slapping and giving a sweet date would force He Qing to eat dishes she didn't like, and she would cook her favorite spicy boiled fish.

He Qing also stopped wasting time fighting with the trolls, and turned around to play with the Rubik's Cube. While playing, she wondered if it was time to get a new one.

"He Qing, help me go to my room and get some scald medicine." Ye Ruan's voice came from the kitchen.

He Qing immediately asked: "Did you get burned? Be careful." Then, she put down the Rubik's Cube and came to Ye Ruan's room.

This was the first time she entered Ye Ruan's room. The girl's room was clean and tidy, without too many decorations, but it made people feel sincerely comfortable.

"Scald medicine..." He Qing muttered, rummaging around, and finally found a piece of burn ointment in the corner of the desk. She reached for it, but accidentally bumped into the bookcase beside it.

A stack of arranged paintings fell down. "Huh?" He Qing picked up the painting, a little surprised.

The painting shows a girl standing in the school corridor, looking back and smiling.The girl He Qing in the painting is very familiar, isn't that her herself? !

He Qing looked at the painting, his heart moved, and a thought flashed through his mind.She wanted to look at other paintings, but thought that this belonged to Ye Ruan, and she couldn't flip through it without permission.

After taking the ointment and going out, He Qing crossed his arms, leaned against the kitchen door, and asked casually, "Ye Ruan, do you like painting?"

Ye Ruan, who was rubbing the medicine, froze. She pursed her lips and lowered her eyelashes: "I'm just interested in painting."

"Then why haven't I seen you draw in the past few days?" He Qing asked.

Ye Ruan didn't reply, the mist rising from the stove blurred the girl's eyebrows, making her look even more unreal.

He Qing didn't care, and continued: "I saw it, the picture of me is very beautiful."

Ye Ruan looked back in surprise, but saw the girl wink at her playfully, with a proud face.

"If you want to draw, let me tell you the truth. Since your cooking is so delicious, it's not like I don't know how to act as a model for you. Why do you draw secretly?"

He Qing thought, it must be that Ye Ruan was not confident in her paintings, didn't want to show them, and didn't even have much confidence in painting.She said that just to make Ye Ruan more confident.

Knowing that He Qing had misunderstood, Ye Ruan couldn't help laughing, but she didn't think about explaining.Before that, she just didn't want outsiders to wantonly humiliate her dream, and there was no need for others to judge whether it was good or bad.

But after getting in touch with He Qing, she realized that since she doesn't care about other people's eyes, why hide her dreams and do what she likes boldly, life is too short, let's talk about it first.

She smiled and nodded: "Okay, not in the future." Her dream will never be buried in her heart again.

That night, Ye Ruan didn't live broadcast the topic, but live broadcast the drawing.

As usual, when the person who entered the live broadcast room saw a piece of drawing paper on the table, he backed out shouting sorry, sorry, but took a closer look at the room ID after exiting.

...No problem?

It turns out that the anchor is not only good at studying, but also at painting? ? ?

When Ye Ruan was painting, she was very focused and would not be disturbed by the outside world. Even if the barrage of screens made Ye Ruan talk, she didn't care at all and just painted quietly.

I don't know if Ye Ruan's isolated temperament affected them, the barrage gradually stopped, but the number of viewers was not small.

Ye Ruan didn't paint for a long time. The painting was half finished before the live broadcast, and it only needed to be perfected and colored.After finishing the painting, she erected the painting so that the Starmen could see it clearly.

The painting is in a utility room, the tone is very dark and gray, the girl is curled up and hiding in the corner, but her eyes are wide open, looking forward, as if she is looking at everyone who is looking at the painting. people.

Li Ming is a boy who is about to enter the third year of high school. He is not like other playful boys who don't like to study, but he wants to learn well, but he doesn't have the ability.

It wasn't until he entered the [Treasures of Questions Answered by High School Students that They Will Absolutely Regret If They Missed] the live broadcast room that he realized that the math problem that caused him so much pain could be so simple.

Once he entered the pit as deep as the sea, from then on, he waited bitterly for the anchor's live broadcast every day. The flowers he waited for were all withered, and finally he waited for the live broadcast. In the end, what did he see?

draw?

No!Boss, how can you do this kind of time-wasting thing, how good it is to study, learning makes people happy, brush the questions, boss, please!

Li Ming thought, maybe the boss just wants to relax before the lecture, and then talk about the topic after the painting is finished?

Forgive him for not being artistic.

While Li Ming was bored and waiting for the questions, his mother led his younger brother in.

"Ah Ming, I have something to go out, you look at my brother."

Li Ming responded quickly, got up and hugged his brother on his lap.The little boy has a face carved in pink and jade, which is very cute, but there is neither sadness nor joy on that face, and the eyes are also hollow and terrifying.

"Zaizai, say goodbye to mom." Li Ming shook his younger brother's hand, but the younger brother didn't respond at all, and didn't even look at his mother.

Li Ming sighed helplessly, his younger brother has autism, he has had it since he was born, and he didn't like to cry when he was a child, they were all happy, but as they got older, they discovered that not only did his younger brother not cry, he also didn't talk , No one responds to anyone talking to him, as if immersed in his own world.

I have also seen many doctors, but this kind of disease cannot be cured by medicine alone, it can only be treated slowly.

When Zaizai's originally empty eyes touched the painting on the computer screen, a faint light suddenly lit up in his eyes.

He slowly raised his arm, pointed at the little girl in the painting, and said word by word, "Help."

Because he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was extremely dry and hoarse, but such a short word made Li Ming freeze in place immediately.

"Zaizai, you, what did you say, say it again, say it again, okay?" He stared at his younger brother in disbelief, with tears in his eyes, but wept with joy.

How long, how long has it been since Zaizai spoke.

Zaizai said two more words out of embarrassment: "She is here, please help."

A line of tears flowed down Li Ming's stunned face. He wiped away the tears with his hand, and looked back at the painting that the host was holding.

He smiled, but his voice was a little choked: "Yes, she is asking for help."

...

Ye Ruan just wanted to try the feeling of showing her paintings to everyone, but she didn't expect to receive such a big surprise.

Just after the live broadcast ended, she received a private message. She had received many private messages, but this one was very special.

Zaizai is the cutest: Hello, anchor, I’m sorry to bother you, but I really don’t want to miss it. My younger brother has been autistic for a long time. After seeing your painting, he took the initiative to speak for the first time. I really don’t want to miss it. I'm so excited, I'm a little incoherent right now.Although it's a little presumptuous, please, Ms. Ye, can you draw another painting? Don't worry, it's paid and it won't take advantage of you. I hope you can read this private message.

Ye Ruan's nickname is just one word, Ye.

She didn't expect that the pictures she drew could actually make children with autism speak actively.She thought about it and replied with a message.

Ye: You don’t need to pay for it. I am also very happy to help your brother. When I finish the painting, I will reply to you. When the time comes, give me the address and I will send it to you.

Zaizai is the cutest: Really? !Thank you so much thank you so much!

This time, Ye Ruan did not choose to paint paintings with a depressing atmosphere, she wanted autistic children to feel warmth and hope.At the same time, this painting is also very careful.

He Qing knew about this, and didn't say anything, but kept quiet when Ye Ruan was painting, not to affect her.By the way, I brought a few boxes of paint with me when I went out.

"Ye Ruan, I want to know, do you regard painting as a hobby or..."

After Ye Ruan finished the last stroke, He Qing tilted his head and asked tentatively.

"Faith and dreams." Ye Ruan answered without hesitation.

"So, do you want to learn professional painting skills?"

The meaning of these few words is obvious, Ye Ruan opened his lower lip, but hesitated.

"Just treat it as an investment, and you will become a great painter in the future, don't forget me." He Qing saw Ye Ruan's hesitation, and said with a smile.

Ye Ruan looked at the girl's curved eyebrows, and suddenly remembered what the girl had said to her.

"You come to me for help, it will make me feel that I am someone you value..."

When did the dividing line between her and He Qing disappear?

It seems... It was the moment when she felt palpitations.

"it is good."

She smiled and replied.

The author has something to say: I will never tell you that He Qing’s picky eater setting is based on me, hahahaha