First love is poisonous

Returning from province H under magical attack to city B under physical attack, Liu Ke took a deep breath of the familiar smog, then spit out the sand twice, put on a mask and glasses, and took the subway back to the rented apartment with a simple salute. Live in a small apartment.

The cozy and cozy one-bedroom and one living room that was once messy suddenly became extremely obtrusive. The homemade posters on the wall, dozens of books on the bookcase ranging from paperback to hardcover to collector's edition, self-made bookmarks on the table, organized a A large pile of various book review-derived jokes and character sketches... These things that used to make him happy now all exist to make him depressed.

"He Thirty." He threw away his bag, picked up a sketch of a character design that had floated to the ground, crumpled it up angrily and threw it out, "You were only 20 years old when you published your first book eight years ago, what is He Thirty?" What a random pseudonym! Hypocritical! Liar!" He always thought that his idol was a middle-aged uncle, but it turned out... this damn reality!

The ball of paper hit the carpet with a slight rubbing sound. He took a few steps forward and took out the book on the shelf, intending to throw it into the trash can, but hesitantly put down his hand after seeing the various labels on the book. .

In eight years, from a series of stories to suspenseful novellas, from short stories published in magazines to super novels serialized only on studio forums, and now to the new book "Death of First Love", which caused a sensation once it was published, he After reading all the stories written by this person, I have been amused, moved, and even felt the same pain for the protagonist in the book.For eight full years, paying attention to this person's words has almost become an instinct.

When he learned that the idol who had been hiding behind the words was finally willing to hold a signing event, he was so excited that he didn't sleep well for a few days, but it was a pity that his full of anticipation failed to bring about a happy ending.It's actually Dong Yi, how could it be Dong Yi, the pseudonym He Shisan doesn't look like Dong Yi would use it at all——

His thoughts stopped suddenly, he turned around and took out a collection of short stories with Dong Yi's personal interview from the bookshelf, and turned to the last interview page.

[Does your pseudonym have any special meaning? ]

[Yes, this name is to commemorate an old person. ]

[Is it convenient to reveal the identity of the deceased? ]

[Feel sorry. ]

[Well, then... then what kind of existence is this old man to you? ]

[I've used all my luck in my life to meet him. ]

Liu Ke put down the collection of short stories in a daze, and sat on the carpet.

——Cheng Ke, you misspelled your name.

--Um?Where is wrong?

——There are only two points in Kezi.

— Oh, I did it on purpose, don't you think it looks super cool?

--changed.

--to not fix.

——Then write this paper.

—Okay okay, I'll be honest.Not because it's cool, but because my grandpa has always been adamant that there are three dots in the word, and I just want to make him happy... But I swear, I only write the wrong name on purpose when I write to my grandpa!Please don't write papers!

He Thirty, with a little more Chinese characters... It turned out to be like this.He looked up at the spines of all the books on the shelf, his eyes stopped on the words "He Thirty Books", his nose was sore, and he covered his eyes in embarrassment.

What is this, what is this pseudonym!Doesn't it mean that the two don't know each other very well apart from the memories of the past? Why did they choose such a pseudonym, why did they appear, and why is He Shisan you!Studying abroad is a misunderstanding, and the love letter is a misunderstanding. If it is all a misunderstanding, then his past pain is nothing, and his current sadness is nothing.Is it a joke?It's a joke.

He put down his hand, leaned against the bookcase and clenched the book in his hand, bent his legs and hugged himself tightly.

When the plane arrived in City B, it was completely dark. Dong Yi sent Kuching away, hailed a taxi, got in and took out Liu Ke's business card.

"Game tester." He stroked Liu Ke's name on the business card, glanced at the line of small characters printed below, and couldn't help chuckling, "Network ID, Zhou Yi is a lie."

——My grandfather named me Ke because he wanted me to be a scientist in the future, what about you?What special meaning does Yi have?

——My grandfather likes "Book of Changes".

——Who is Zhou Yi?Your grandma.

——"Book of Changes" is also called "Book of Changes", which is a book.

--what?

—Add two papers.

--what? !

"Stupid." He put the business card in the wallet, looked sideways at the receding Wanjia lights outside the car window, his eyes gradually became gentle, "I didn't lie to you, how could I lie to you."

Kuching was very desperate, after learning that his boss decided to take a half-year vacation.

"The film and television copyright of "Death of First Love" has been negotiated, and other people in the studio will go crazy while you are on vacation."

"Tell them that this year's year-end bonus will be doubled." Dong Yi clicked on the downloaded live broadcast software, entered a well-recited number in the search box with a serious face, and after a while, clicked OK.The screen jumps, and an anchor information is transferred out, which shows that it is live broadcasting.

His eyes lit up, he adjusted his sitting posture, and was about to open it. When he realized that Kuching was here, he covered the iPad screen with his hands thinking that there was no trace, looked up at him, and said lightly, "I transferred Liu Jin back, He is responsible for the film and television, you take a few days off and go back to spend time with your parents."

Kuching was even more desperate, "Liu Jin is the financial manager, boss, and you still have two unfinished short stories, the magazine is pressing you, and there are serialization and new book planning, you really can't give up..."

"I'll give you the short story tomorrow. I've sent the serialized manuscript to your mailbox. You can find some reason to control the update speed. It should last for half a year. The new book project is suspended, and it is said to the outside world that I am exhausted and went out to relax and find inspiration." Dong Yi finished speaking quickly, and pointed to the door, "Now, you can go on vacation."

Kuching was shocked and then overjoyed, "You, you actually have half a year's worth of manuscripts. I asked you last time, and you still said you didn't have any!"

Seeing that he was so unconscious, Dong Yi simply turned off the ipad screen, got up and left the study.The assistant is so stupid, he really wants to change it.

Ku Jin watched him leave without looking back with wide eyes, beating his chest and breathing.What crime did he do in his previous life to meet such a boss!

Couch, coffee, warm sunshine, perfect.

Dong Yi adjusted his sitting posture, chose an angle he thought was the most handsome, and clicked on the live broadcast.

"The fluency is good. I still like the style of this game, how about you?"

A familiar voice came from the speaker, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised his hand to rub his ears.Well, Xiao Ke's voice is still so nice, especially when..., it's very tempting.Unconsciously, he fell into a certain disharmonious memory, and he kept a straight face, the more absorbed in the memory, the more serious the expression on his face.

"I like you too, okay, let's stop making trouble. To sum up, the plot and playability of the game tested today are still good, but the game's sound effects are slightly flawed, and it is easy to play. As a horror game, it is This aspect needs more attention than other games.”

Dong Yi returned to his senses, looked at the live broadcast screen, and frowned.Who do you like?who do you like?Also, why are there so many eerie faces on the screen, where is Liu Ke's face?Aren't anchors showing their faces now?

A barrage of "Anchor asking for a date" floated by at the right time, he sat up straight suddenly, with murderous look in his eyes, "How dare you!"

Then countless barrages of "Anchor begging for an appointment, asking for a Mai Kiss, please?" frantically swiped across.

Dong Yi Chuli was furious. He looked for the place where the barrage was sent, clicked on it, and used the super fast typing speed he had practiced in code words, typed a sentence, and clicked send.

[You are still a visitor and cannot send barrage. ]

What?

The game screen disappeared and turned into a computer desktop, and then Liu Ke's voice sounded again, "I feel everyone's enthusiasm, thank you all. In addition, I am looking for a house to move these two days, so I will stop broadcasting for a few days, Xiao If you have anything to do, you can find me on Weibo. This is the end of today’s live broadcast, see you soon.”

Hurrah, a large swath of gifts swiped the screen, and then a very eye-catching message flashed on the screen, "The audience who don't swipe the gifts are salty fish!!!! Resolutely don't be a scum of whoring for nothing!!!! Let's go, everyone! !!” the barrage.

So the gifts are brushed faster.

Dong Yi put down his hands that were touching the screen, slowly leaned back in his chair, stared at the already dark live broadcast for a while, and took out his mobile phone to call Kuching.

"... Boss, I'm right next door to you, you don't need to call."

"What is the gift?"

"what?"

"Gift." He tapped the IPAD screen, gritted his teeth, "I'm going to whoring."

"..."

Liu Ke turned off the computer, stood up and stretched his stiff neck, and began to pack his luggage.

He put all the books in the bookcase into boxes and sealed them up. He was reluctant to throw away the books that had accompanied him for eight years, but he couldn't face them calmly for the time being, so he simply sealed them up.This one-bedroom, one-living apartment is full of traces left by him after he became a fan of He Shisan. It is really heartbreaking to live in it, and it is indeed a bit too remote. For an otaku like him, the number of takeaways around the residence Factors such as whether the express delivery is delivered to the door directly affect his life comfort. For the sake of his stomach, let's change it.

A business card fell out of his pocket when he was packing his dirty coat. He stopped and looked down for a while, then stepped on it expressionlessly.

The next morning, the real estate agent called and said that he had found several suitable houses for him and asked him to see them.Liu Ke was very satisfied with the speed of the agency, and after setting a time with the other party, he went out with his backpack.

His current job is a game tester, and his files are attached to a game studio. He doesn't need to clock in at work, and he only needs to do soft promotion for that studio regularly during the live broadcast, which is very easy and free.As a half freelancer, he doesn't have to consider the address when renting a house, as long as the house is suitable, he can move.

"This is the last listing for today. It has two bedrooms and one living room. It is well-decorated and has complete appliances. The owner is abroad, so the key to the house is with us. You can get the key and move in directly after signing the contract."

Liu Ke touched the full wine bottles in the wine cabinet, his eyes were full of disbelief, "Is this the cheapest listing?"

The agent nodded, "Yes, this is the cheapest of the listings you have seen today. Because the owner is in a hurry to leave the country, the rent is set relatively cheap. I will take the contract with me. If you rent it, you can sign it directly , one deposit and one payment, and after signing, you can directly get the key and move in."

Liu Ke glanced at all the kitchen utensils in the kitchen, then looked at the delicate tableware on the dining table, and covered his chest, "A high-end residential area, with complete surrounding facilities, convenient transportation, and the property looks very good. ?"

"So, Mr. Liu, would you like to rent this house?" the agent asked at the right time.

"Rent!" Liu Ke turned around and looked at him with shining eyes, "But I need to confirm the contract first."

After 10 minutes, the agent raised his hand to look at his watch, "Mr. Liu, if you don't want to rent this place, I can find another house for you. I have a guest coming to see this house in a while. You..."

"Wait!" Liu Ke picked up the pen, confirmed that there was no problem with the contract, signed it neatly, and stretched out his hand to him, "Thank you very much for your help, may I pay the rent directly to you or do I need to pay the rent separately?" Landlord contact?"

"The landlord has already handed over all the rental matters to us. Just contact me if you have anything to do." The agent held his hand with a smile, paused for a second, quickly took it back, wrote down a bank account number and handed it to him, "Please call me for the rent." Enter this account, I wish you a pleasant stay."

Liu Ke glanced at his hand that was quickly released in doubt, and nodded, "Yes, I am very happy now."

Kuching hung up the call with Liu Jin, and looked at his boss with a numb face, "That's the situation, the house was successfully rented out."

"Have I moved my luggage?" Dong Yi clicked on his newly registered live broadcast platform account, thought about it, and charged 10 yuan into it.

Kuching quickly glanced at the screen of his ipad, swallowed the old blood welling up in his throat, and replied, "I moved in, and the housekeeper will clean it up tomorrow morning. Uncle Qian has already bought a ticket to return to China, and he will arrive in City B the morning after tomorrow." .”

"Yeah." Dong Yi nodded, thought for a while, and asked sideways, "Will a part of the gift platform I give to Xiaoke be deducted?"

Kuching glanced at the information he found and nodded, "20% will be deducted."

"It's really dark." Dong Yi recharged another [-] into the account, full of unpleasantness, "deduct personal income tax..." He couldn't help but recharged another [-], and the unpleasantness in his body became stronger.

Tears of jealousy flowed down Kuching's heart, "Boss, do you still lack a first love? The one who won't quarrel with you."

Dong Yi recalled a certain barrage that he had read today, and sneered, "Ugly refusal."

"..." A capitalist who killed a thousand knives!