[Waiting for the end of the world] Dongli chrysanthemum

There was still a small episode on the road, neither of the two parties deliberately avoided each other's thoughts, they got on a bus one after another, and there were more and more people on the bus. Although these years have passed, the bus is undoubtedly the most populous. One of the densely populated places, more people get on and off, and gradually the space inside the car becomes smaller. From the beginning of the eleventh day, they stood near the back door, and the writers gradually walked back with the crowd, and finally met at the back door nearby.

"Oh, rascal! Where are you touching?"

The chance of encountering hooligans on the bus is not small, but there are not many women who can yell out in public that they have been harassed by hooligans. When this sweet female voice sounds, more than 90.00% of the eyes of the whole bus are focused on the back door.

The girl stared at Eleven with an inexplicable indignation. Her face, which was as sweet as her voice, won her a lot of sympathy.

Under the eyes of everyone on Eleven, his face slowly turned red, and he stammered: "What, what! You are the one who is playing the hooligan, okay? Although I know, I know that I am good-looking, but, but I have never Did that nasty thing!"

He said in a nasty voice, "You can just touch my waist while you're squeezing, why, why do you want to touch my butt? You, you are a hooligan! Why are there girls like this everywhere in the capital..."

His eyes flickered, and he lowered his head slowly, revealing that the earlobes outside his hair had been dyed a touch of pink, and the fingers holding the horizontal pole were hard, and the knuckles had turned white.

Everyone in the car looked at each other, who is the hooligan?Although Eleven is tall, judging by his appearance, he is so shy, can he do things that harass women?I'm afraid there are quite a few beauties who are willing to stick to Gougou's fingers, shouting to catch the rogue, dressed in knight attire, even though the voice is very sweet and the appearance is very sweet, but that attire is too tough...

The balance was gradually tilting. When I got out of the car, the girl was already sweating coldly from the naked eyes of everyone in the car. I really regretted that my companion came up with such a bad idea. I didn't expect that 11, who looked so easy to talk, could turn red in an instant , unless he is indeed a shy person, but the performance on the underground train, 11 is obviously not a shy person, there is only one explanation, he is pretending!

Blushing at any time is an easy thing for Eleven, but I didn't expect those few people to do this kind of thing to me, and I lost interest along the way.

The headquarters of the website is in the suburbs, and the rent of the suburban houses is cheap, and the area is quite large, so it is easy to hold a party of more than a thousand people in it.It was already ten o'clock in the morning when we arrived at the meeting place, and the party was about to start. Tao Xilie was standing next to the sculpture at the main entrance of the headquarters, looking around, from the warm south to the north. Chest, the happy expression on his face when he saw Eleven was undisguised, he jumped up and shouted: "Brother Tao, here, here!"

His lips were blue from the cold, Eleven asked "Why are you wearing so little?" while taking off his coat and forcing him to put it on, the two walked into the gate together.

Eleven’s coat was equipped with an automatic temperature adjustment method. Tao Xilie marveled at the current high-tech and said from time to time, “Brother Tao, are you not cold?” say.

The venue is very large, and it is estimated that it will not be a problem to accommodate seven to eight thousand people.Not all the authors of the website, but also some fans came here, hoping to meet with the author they like, or to get an autograph to go back.

The largest light curtain in the venue displayed the signature of the author who arrived first. Tao Xilie took the sensor pen handed over by the staff, and carefully wrote his pen name stroke by stroke. I don't know whether to give eleven or not.

He chased Eleven's "Legend of the Full Moon" all the way, from breaking out Eleven's theft to fighting, he didn't lose a single bit. He, an outsider, found it unbearable. How would he deal with Eleven?

Front's signature is in the center of the light curtain. It seems that everyone has agreed that the more famous the author's signature is, the closer to the center, and the more famous the author is, the less famous he is.

Eleven looked at him strangely: "What's wrong?"

He took the sensor pen in Tao Xilie's hand, drew two vertical lines in the nearest blank space without hesitation, handed the sensor pen back to the staff, and called Tao Xilie to find an empty seat.

Most of the people attending the meeting were in groups of three or four, and there were a lot of eyes on the light curtain. Everyone's signature would be watched, it was just a matter of time.

11 This concise signature was completed, and there was a brief discord in the buzzing conference hall like a honeycomb. Everyone's eyes were looking for the most shameless thief in the legend, and at the same time, they were sitting at the front of the conference hall. The front of the seat.

Even though it is going downhill, Fengmian still has an indelible impression in the hearts of many new and old readers and authors. His past glory has also inspired many later authors, and even became a milestone on the website for a certain period of time.

The editor had contacted Eleven before he left the house in the morning. As soon as he signed the contract, he saw a small woman walking towards him with very crisp steps, and nodded at him from afar: "Tao Eleven? Please tell me I come."

Listening to the voice, he knew it was his editor, Tao Xilie wanted to follow, and asked the editor to stop him, Eleven patted him on the shoulder: "You wait for me here for a while."

The editor is a full head shorter than Eleven, and her long hair is combed into a capable professional hairstyle. Her three-to-seven black hair clings to her scalp, revealing a straight white line. I don't like to get close to the editor, and I know almost nothing about her situation. Seeing her expressionless face, I don't know where she will take me, and I am always in a slightly nervous state.

The editor suddenly stopped midway: "If it's really your work, please stick to it. Don't change your mind midway and bring extra trouble to each other."

Eleven's footsteps stopped, and the editor continued to walk forward without looking back, so he had to follow, and said in a low voice: "What is mine is mine, and what is not mine can't be earned by any means."

He has a deep personal experience of this sentence.

There were a lot of people in the headquarters building of the website, and the two turned east and west and went upstairs to cross the overpass. It took a while to reach their destination. After knocking twice, the door opened the next moment.It is a remote automatic door.

It was a small conference room, and there were already several people in it.The front editor is a man in his 30s, his eyes are slightly raised, and he likes to look at people with his chin raised. It seems that he is not a good character to get along with.

The editor introduced everyone present to him one by one. There was actually an associate editor in attendance, and the other was a young man who came to "play".The editor spoke very directly: "You just pretend that he doesn't exist."

The young man smiled and said, "Yu Jing, you really hurt my heart."

Eleven hearts are like a bright mirror. In the 21st century, this is the so-called rich second generation and rich third generation.

Editor Yu Jing ignored his teasing, and said in a business-like manner: "Let's get down to business."

Fengmian has not yet shown up, and it seems that his editor has the full power to replace him: "What is there to say? The punishment rules for plagiarism are clear in black and white. Apologize to Fengmian in person, post a public video on the website, and Fengmian Dadu does not sue him. It's very simple. Hurry up and finish this matter, we are so busy every day that we don't have time to entangle this..."

It was very infuriating words, but Yu Jing had already sneered before Eleven said anything: "Put away your disgusting face! You haven't figured out what's going on yet! What kind of shit are you spraying here! If you don't know your mind, ask for leave as soon as possible! The big name came in front of me? Tell you that you are not qualified!"

The two started arguing with each other. Of course, Eleven would not think that he had so much energy to cause editor Yu Jing to clash with the veteran editor. It seemed that the two were not at odds with each other, and this incident just turned into firing at each other. fuse.

It seems that the two are often like this, the deputy editor and the young man are both smiling and watching the show, and Shi Yi, who is supposed to be the protagonist, is left out in the cold and ignored.He stood on the side and listened for a while. Both of them had fierce mouths, and they were evenly matched. But he didn't care to appreciate this scene, and said: "Please wait a moment, please... okay? I think I should explain first Let me state my attitude—it seems that this editor, the editor of Front Front, has already determined that I stole Front Front’s articles? Is there any definite and valid evidence? If the so-called evidence he provided on the website cannot withstand scrutiny, It has no legal effect at all. Can I think that you are slandering my personality and professional ethics? Front face said not to sue me? Sorry, I will not feel grateful, because "Legend of the Full Moon" is my work, if you , Feng Mian, insisting that it is his work, then, I will get back what I deserve through legal means."

Everyone had different reactions to the conversation, and their faces were extremely exciting. Eleven just looked at his editor: "Thank you. I also think this matter is very simple. Fengmian is not here. I will ask him face to face later. If Fengmian insists it is his work, I will sue him."

He bowed very politely.

The front editor angrily slapped the desktop hard: "I don't know what's good or bad! Fengmian thinks that you are a colleague, as a senior, I don't want to do too much, otherwise I will sue you in court, and I will be charged with a crime that will never be cleared for the rest of my life. You really want to toast and eat!" Fine wine! Do you know that..."

Inside and outside, it is still said that "Full Moon" is front-end. As for the evidence and testimony, it has nothing to do with his eleventh. A few teeth, because of talking too much and too fast, saliva spewed out from time to time.

He feels sick.

The communicator sounded that someone was trying to connect, and I recorded it myself. As soon as Eleven heard it, he knew that it was Yan Changnian who was looking for him, so he pressed it off.

"Your time is precious, so I won't bother you." Eleven politely interrupted him, "You're just the editor of Front Front, so I'll discuss this with Front Front."

Without waiting for everyone to speak, he turned around and walked out of the meeting room. Yu Jing, who was a little astonished, caught up with two steps: "Tao Shishi!"

Eleven said: "Thank you for the editor, I'll solve it according to my way of handling things."

He stopped talking nonsense and went back to the party venue along the same road. Tao Xilie was a little anxious when he saw that he hadn't returned for a long time. Smiled and patted his head.

The party has officially started. There are many tables in the venue. Most of the participants are familiar people sitting together. The few people who shared the table with Tao Xilie are unknown to him. Tao Xilie whispered in Eleven's ear that just now knowledge.

There are people performing on the stage in the venue. It is wonderful, and many people enjoy watching it. After all, the main purpose is communication, and there are not many performances. Several authors and readers were invited to talk on stage. A new topic, Feng Mian was also invited to the stage. He seemed to be very high-spirited. After taking the stage, he looked towards Eleven. Tao Xilie lowered his head and said unhappily, "Looking at how proud he is, I really want to beat him up."

Tao Xilie's voice was a little louder, and some of the bystanders cast their gazes over. Most of them didn't know that Eleven, who came in halfway, was one of the protagonists of pirated texts that was often mentioned recently. The front was slightly hoarse Voice: "...This can be regarded as a kind of fate."

The host said a little excitedly: "Front Face is indeed a general! I heard that the new author is also at the venue, do you want to meet?"

These words make people feel a little uncomfortable. If the eleventh is indeed a stolen article, the host obviously wants to see him make a fool of himself by letting him on stage!Tao Xilie grabbed Eleven's arm with some force, and Eleven said, "It's better to talk about it, because it makes people feel uncomfortable because they can't get up and down."

Tao Xilie was afraid that he would lose money, so Eleven started to leave. He didn't know how those front fans and some front-facing readers criticized and satirized Eleven.

The host over there was still showing off his tongue. Eleven had already stood up, walked under the stage in full view, and then stepped on the stairs. The automatic elevator brought him to the stage. Every move, word and deed will be recorded by the recorder and magnified on the light curtain to ensure that people at the farthest distance can see and hear clearly.

The host is a die-hard fan of Fengmian, and what he said just now did have a personal feeling of venting his anger for Fengmian. I didn't expect Shi Shi to actually dare to come on stage. I was a little surprised for a while, but after all, I am used to dealing with all kinds of accidents, and I quickly reacted Come here, invite Eleven to the center of the stage and stand beside the front.

This is the first time Eleven has faced Fengmian face to face. Fengmian is about 27 years old, half a head lower than him, dressed casually, and looks more mature than the image in the video on the website. It seems that Fengmian's works published on the website can be traced back to 12 years ago, it was indeed a very old author.

In 12 years, it is true that a man who is diligent enough and willing to listen to his opinions can embark on the road to success.

At the beginning, Feng Fian was reminded by a person next to him to take a look at Eleven from a distance, but the distance was too far, and he only saw a rough outline. Now that he was facing each other, he saw Eleven's pair of ancient well-free eyes slowly sweeping over him. The beating frequency of the heart actually accelerated, and he lost his mind for a while.

He wasn't very impressed with the new author.The author with the pseudonym 11 is very low-key, or lazy, and the column is blank. Except for the formulaic words of the system, there is no trace of his own addition.

The first time I heard the sound of 11 was after returning from vacation.My friend said that someone on the website has a style of writing that resembles me. There have been similar topics before, but I didn’t care much about the front. I couldn’t stand my friend’s stalking over and over again and insisted on asking him to read, so I reluctantly glanced at it. Look, it’s out of control. I finished reading the public part of that article in one go, and recharged to read the published VIP chapter. I was enjoying it, but found that there was nothing left behind. That feeling is like having sex, halfway through , The feeling of being suddenly called to stop when you are hitting the peak.

Not reconciled.Unfinished business.

My best friend laughed mischievously and said that it is better to read it first, and then buy all the VIPs after the author has published it all, which is not a loss to the little author.

Fengmian understood what his best friend meant.A close friend knows a wide range of people, there are all kinds of teachings and nine streams, and naturally there are hackers who are proficient in the Internet.Naturally, he would not agree to this kind of thing, he severely reprimanded his best friend, and turned his head to think about the new article.My best friend didn't say anything, I thought it was a matter of forgetting, but who knew that my best friend brought a copy of the material the next day, and played it directly without asking him.

It was the first time that Feng Mian heard the voice of 11.

The slightly low-pitched baritone narrates a story that is sometimes plain and sometimes violently ups and downs in a light tone. The mood of the listener will change with the progress of the plot unconsciously.

Feng Mian was fascinated by many things.But this time it was just a sound, but it never produced that kind of throbbing.

The best friend asked half-jokingly and half-probingly: "Is your heart moved?"

Front shook his head.

Just kidding, he is also a man with a partner, and that man is an unprecedented jealousy, he can smell jealous even when he speaks a few words with people he has never met, fortunately he is not a person who likes to communicate with people, Otherwise, the partner's jealousy problem would have caused the two to part ways long ago.

In addition to writing essays, he played "Legend of the Full Moon" in his spare time, so he had the right to relax.Later, my best friend dug up a recording from another small author column on the website, and it turned out to be the voice of 11. "That Life", the quiet and elegant voice, and the beautiful and meaningful poems instantly made the front face like a thunderbolt.

He seemed to think a lot, but he didn't seem to think about anything.

I was in a state of confusion for a long time until my partner returned.

His partner is a jealous person, as I said earlier.The partner unexpectedly has an identity that Fengmian never knew, the gray guest.

Gray customers are always walking on the edge of morality and law, and they are like a fish in water in the virtual world of the Internet.

My partner stole "Legend of the Full Moon" and another unfinished article from 11's computer, and at the same time logged into the website with the front account, issued a statement, openly saying that "Legend of the Full Moon" is the work of Front, and 11 is a shameful thief.

There was an unprecedented conflict between the two, and the partner looked into Fengmian's eyes and said, "Is it me, or is it him?"

Fengmian loved him very much, and he succumbed.

what is love?

Feng Mian could even give him his life, but his own honor and integrity that he has always insisted on are nothing!

Finally face to face.

The moment the two looked at each other, someone secretly said that if the eyes could be materialized, they would definitely be able to see the crackling sparks when the two eyes collided.

Of course no one can see that kind of scene.In fact, Eleven's mood didn't fluctuate greatly, but the front was a little out of order.Feng Mian felt sorry for Eleven.But everything has been done, maybe his partner is watching his performance.He cannot retreat.

There was no spark, but a high-speed bullet flew towards the eleven doors!

The light green bullet trajectory is erratic and elusive, and the target is eleven!

Everyone present saw it.

The uproar rose.

I've seen that kind of bullet before.The sudden despair instantly annihilated him.

He has agreed to things that violate his principles of life, he has done things that steal other people's things, violated his own conscience, and endured the condemnation of his conscience every day, why should they bear their lives!

Maybe it's just subconscious, Feng Mian is still struggling with his mind, his body has already made a choice before his mind, blocking in front of Eleven.

"Why?" Eleven asked. He wasn't asking why Fengmian blocked the bullet for him, but why Fengmian wanted to steal his articles. Unfortunately, Fengmian couldn't hear anything. There was a buzzing in his ears, which was a broken heart. the sound of.

At that moment he was at a loss.

Just one step, one action, what he did in the past, the choices he made a few days ago, everything is meaningless.

That was no ordinary bullet.

The time is short, extremely short, and there is almost no room for reaction.

Eleven stretched out a finger, and the bullet, which was several times faster than the speed of sound, suddenly stopped in the air a few centimeters in front of his finger.

Extremely fast to a sudden stop, the shell of the bullet could not bear the pressure and shattered.

Pale green smoke filled the air.

Eleven and five fingers spread out, and the smoke rushed left and right, bound in a small space, and rolled.

The smoke seemed to be conscious. After a struggle, there was no way out, and it gradually quieted down, waiting for the opportunity to escape.

Eleven Xu held the cloud of green smoke, Fengmian's expression changed, Eleven whispered, "It seems that you have seen this kind of bullet?"

His voice was very low, but it was amplified from the loudspeaker carried by Fengmen to the central computer.

"No! No!" Feng Mian argued.

"You lied." Eleven said, but he didn't mean to argue with him. "I didn't come here to apologize to you today. There is no need for that. If you insist on your opinion, we will see you in court."

"As for this thing, consider it a gift from you, and I took it away. Who is the person who fired this bullet? You'd better tell him to be careful, and don't do it again." Eleven flipped his palms over, and the cloud of green smoke disappeared without a trace. He didn't look at Feng Mian's pale face, turned around, found Tao Xilie, and left the venue.