Don't talk nonsense, turn around and take the blame [Quick Transmigration]

In the late spring and early summer, the wind is very shallow, wrapping around the window, the heat is not enough, and the coolness is a little lacking. Compared with the cold wind in Yunchu, people are drunk. ----Fast update, no anti-theft on biqugexx.net---

Wen Yan only sat on the sofa for a while, and then felt a little sleepy.

"Get up and walk around." Fang Du warmed a cup of milk and pushed it over, "Don't wait for him to come, you'll fall asleep again."

Wen Yan closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, and said lazily: "Does the deputy director not want to explain?"

Fang Du paused when he pulled the curtain.

Well, I have already called the deputy bureau, and I can't hide from the left and right, so I said, "What do you want to hear?"

"How do you know each other?" Wen Yan turned his head to look at Fang Du.

The white curtain does not completely block the light, but only reduces two or three bright colors, and through the lines that cannot distinguish the shape of Ming Dynasty, it spreads mottled all over the place.

A slender ray of light shone on Wen Yan's left eye, only one piece, and then it gradually dimmed. The light and shadow intertwined, making Wen Yan's eyes brighter and brighter.

"We've known each other since childhood." Fang Du walked over slowly, "I have to call him dad uncle."

"Darling?" Wen Yan put his hands on the sofa, turned half sideways and looked at Fang Du.

"No, it's just that the grandfather's generation knew each other, and this 'excellent tradition' has been passed down so logically." Fang Du sat on the single sofa chair opposite Wen Yan, leaning his elbow on the armrest, and said, "Just ask." , If I can’t answer, I’m the loser.”

"What did he tell you?" Fang Du spoke again.

How do you say it?Wen Yan was slightly taken aback.

To be honest, only in the plane of the empire, that person regained his memory for a short time. At that time, he was caught off guard by this sudden situation. After clearing his mind, he didn't care too much about his identity and doubted anything. He just regarded it as "" Director Yan" also followed him for special reasons such as "grassroots experience".

He didn't ask, and Yan Qi didn't say anything, so when Fang Du asked "How did Yan Qi tell him", Wen Yan realized that he really didn't know.

"So he met me by mistake because of the plane?" Wen Yan frowned and said, he didn't think about it at first, or because he didn't have time to think about it because of the uninterrupted mission, so he found it "casually". For a seemingly passable reason, he deceived himself first.

"Mistake?" Fang Du's expression was a bit complicated, and even his tone was a bit serious, "If Yan Qi knew that the method he had thought up so hard turned into a sentence in your mouth, I don't know what it would be. What mood."

For the first time, Fang Du felt a little sympathetic to Yan Qi. For the sake of this person in front of him, he changed jobs and changed jobs.

"You really don't remember?" Fang Du put the cup on the table and made two ding dings, "When the finals of the multi-dimensional space programming competition were held three years ago, our school was chosen as the venue."

The memory suddenly drifted far away, Wen Yan frowned.

There was indeed a space programming competition three years ago, the scale of which was unmatched in recent years - because it was directly selected by the central government, and the main purpose was to send high-end matching talents to the "Plane Environmental Management Bureau".

As soon as this news came out, it caused a bloodbath in an instant. All major colleges and universities were gearing up, adhering to the principle of "I will dedicate talents to the motherland", and they didn't even bother to use the official rhetoric of "friendship first, competition second". After fierce fighting, after layers of selection, ten teams were finally killed.

The captain of their school is Fang Du. ---- Fast update, no anti-theft -------

And Wen Yan is one of the soy sauce in this group of "top people".

There were only two reasons why he was pushed up. First, he could write well. Second, he had a good-looking appearance.

In order to improve viewing and audience participation, in addition to boring data model settings, a "micro-class" was specially set up during the final process, requiring each team to send a player to conduct "simulated lectures" on the spot. ".

Different from general explanations, because the project is at the forefront of technology floating in the cloud, the explanation must be the most down-to-earth, and the audience is facing the general audience, not the judges with rich knowledge reserves, so the most primitive method that is rarely seen today is adopted. Blackboard composition and the most vivid language interaction skills in vernacular.

Wen Yan himself is not interested in the competition, but when he first signed up, one of the established members of the team was unable to participate because he broke his leg, and the team was full of big guys with "full equipment", and when it came to the finals, There are hundreds of big | guys like them.

Everyone was afraid of being dragged down and scolded as a scumbag, but no one dared to be that substitute.

So Wen Yan, who was very familiar with the bosses, was pushed up like this.

In their words, "You just fill in the head, and leave the rest to the brothers."

Perhaps it was because when Wen Yan was silent, there was always a slight alienation on his body. It was surprising that no one found out that there was an impostor among the big boys, and they thought he was hiding something.

So Wen Yan's daily paddling is: sorting out the information, filling in the information, selling his appearance to ask for funding from his superiors, raising the average score of the team's appearance, and applauding soullessly beside him.

Sorting out the information, filling in the information, continuing to sell the appearance to ask for funding from the superiors, desperately raising the average score of the team's appearance, and applauding soullessly again.

Unexpectedly, when Soy Sauce made it to the final, retribution came.

Moreover, as the host, it was arranged to be displayed on the final axis.

Wen Yan: ...

Due to the nature of the multi-dimensional space programming competition, most of the contestants are male contestants. Among the "knowledgeable" faces, Wen Yan's red lips and white teeth and eloquent appearance and impeccable writing on the blackboard stood out, successfully attracting attention. The sensation, coupled with Fang Du's normal performance, won the championship in one fell swoop.

But Wen Yan has very little memory about the competition, because he knows that the session he led was just a "display session". Afterwards, he chatted with his team members and slipped away.

Fang Du and the others were also afraid that the reporter who was interviewing would ask tricky questions, making it difficult for Wen Yan to answer, so they covered each other and kept it secret.

Later, because of this competition, Wen Yan had the opportunity to graduate early, so he played happily for a year and reported to the Immigration Bureau.

So the topic of Fang Du was overwhelmed by those memories of having fun, and it seemed a little faded.

"He's competing too?" Wen Yan asked uncertainly. At that time, he was focused on the speech, and he just wanted to make his part as perfect as possible, so as not to drag Fang Du and the others down because of his mistakes.

Anyway, there is no one sitting in the player bench who can't fight, and I really didn't pay attention to the people around me.

But...it shouldn't be.

As far as Yan Qi's appearance is concerned, he has no impression at all, and it seems that he can't justify it.

Fang Du opened and closed his mouth, closed and opened it again, and finally squeezed out a few dry words: "You really... forgot."

"He is not a contestant, but a judge."

"Judges?" Wen Yan was surprised. He seemed to vaguely remember that when the judges entered the arena, there was a commotion, but who can sit on the judges' seat of this kind of competition, who didn't come out with sparks and lightning all the way.

"Yeah." Fang Du leaned closer and said under his breath, "Besides that, there is another identity."

"what?"

"Y." Fang Du raised an eyebrow.

Wen Yan: ...

"Does this shorten the distance all of a sudden?" Fang Du seemed to be in a good mood.

Wen Yan didn't know much about programming back then. Although Fang Du and the others asked him to make soy sauce, in order not to appear too "mentally retarded", Wen Yan still worked hard to make up for the class.

It didn't take long before Fang Du found out about it.

Originally, Wen Yan was pulled to make up the numbers, Fang Du was not willing to make him so troublesome, but he had a lot of things at hand, and he couldn't squeeze in time. After thinking about it, he entrusted Yan Qi, who was "unemployed at home", to be a cheap master , in terms of professionalism, this person is probably more professional than the teacher.

After going back and forth, Wen Yan got involved with this "Y" network, from the beginning of "What do I ask, what do you answer, don't communicate if you don't like learning, it's enough for each other to be a knowledge container without emotion" to then it came naturally chatting.

"Why do you think he came to the Immigration Bureau?" Fang Du felt that he had already done a lot of hard work, so he patted his thigh, stood up lazily, and said, "If you are idle and bored, open the lowest drawer over there and see if there is any." nice one."

After finishing speaking, Fang Du paced out.

The emotions are too complicated and meticulous, and Wen Yan didn't know that there are so many origins in it. The more trivial he described, the more things he remembered, and the more stuffy his heart was. He simply took a sip of milk and suppressed all his thoughts .

Wen Yan couldn't stop glancing at the table in Fang Dukou.

curious.

Can't help it.

Wen Yan sighed, and finally walked over softly.

The moment the drawer was opened, Wen Yan's eyes were a little red.

The identity cards of "Jiang Feng Yuhuo" and "I Can't See Chang'an", the stamped paper with the name of "Gu Xuan" written on it, and the pair of medals belonging to "An Luo". Looking inside, there are interview photos of him when he participated in the competition...

Plus the peace talisman that was handed over to him before.

Wen Yan only felt that the sporadic sunlight sprinkled on the skirt of his clothes penetrated into the bottom of his heart little by little, and then rose and swelled, crowding every corner, except for the little room for breathing, all of them were "stricken up" The names are so full that it hurts to squeeze.

This place generously gave him so many names, Fang Bai, Ye Jingchu, Su Yao, An Luo, Chu Huaijin, also gave him a beam of light.

In the place where Yangguan is in full swing, passing through overlapping peaks, I saw Yan Qi.

Li Yanping told him, the team leader next door told him, the people around him told him, everyone told him that those were all fake, all your selflessness, all your love and the tenderness you thought you gave yourself were all fake. Fake.

There were so many people who talked about it, that Wen Yan often wondered in a daze, were these experiences really a punishment for him being careless?

Why is everyone saying it's fake?

But now, Yan Qi uses these things to tell him, no, that's not punishment.

It may have been a big dream, but it didn't end without a problem.

After waking up from the dream, there are still many traces left behind, thinking that the fake appearance is actually true.

Just as Wen Yan was thinking, the sound of the door opening suddenly came, and he straightened up.

Yan Qi was standing there with a lantern in his hand.

"I met Fang Du at the door." Yan Qi didn't step forward, but leaned half against the door.

"And then?" Wen Yan raised the corners of his mouth, "You said he exposed your background?"

Yan Qi shook his head, then said with a smile: "If I go in now, there is a high probability that I can catch a 'subordinate' who is lying on the drawer and looking."

Wen Yan couldn't deny it, and walked towards Yan Qi step by step. Just when Yan Qi opened his hands to ask for a hug, Wen Yan turned around and took the lantern, so he was in vain.

"Turn back just to get this? Xiao Heng gave it to Chu Huai..." Wen Yan stopped talking suddenly when he said this, because he saw that "Wen Yan" was written on the lantern.

Not Chu Huaijin, not Chu Huang, but...Wen Yan.

"You..." Wen Yan blinked, and there was no more words after the word "you" for a long time.

Calculated according to the time, Yunchu coincided with the Lantern Festival, so the man turned back.

This is not the lantern that Xiao Heng gave to Chu Huaijin.

It's Yan Qi's lantern for Wen Yan, for him... Forever and ever.

Wen Yan lowered his eyes, touched the red candle in the center of the lantern with his fingertips, and said with a smile: "Didn't you say you were going to put it on the Chaomu River? Why did you bring it back?"

"I put one away, and brought another one back." Yan Qi's eyes flickered, "Since they are all for Yuelao to see, we can't just let Yunchu's Yuelao see."

Wen Yan laughed.

"You took all those things back, so what should we do over there?" Wen Yan turned back and pointed to the drawer, "It's easy to cause conflicts within the family."

Especially the pair of rings, if the wedding ceremony between An Luo and Cohen was halfway through and the pair of rings were not found, wouldn't that be a crime?

There are also the identity cards of "Jiang Feng Yuhuo" and "Not Seeing Chang'an".

"And isn't it impossible to take out the things in the virtual plane?" Wen Yan wondered, otherwise some existences like "bugs" in the high-level plane could easily disrupt the order of the real world.

"They're all replicas." Yan Qi laughed, "It's not real."

Although it is not true, it took him a lot of effort to get it.

"Think about it." Wen Yan joked, "Otherwise you should bring Fei Yu back."

"You want?" Yan Qi said suddenly, because his tone was too serious, Wen Yan was so frightened that he interrupted immediately.

If Fei Yu is really brought here, even if it is a "replica", it will be scary enough.

Yan Qi chuckled.

Wen Yan put down the lantern, turned sideways suddenly, pressed Yan Qi against the door, and said word by word: "Okay, now...is it time to settle the score?"