Followed

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It's spring, and it's still cold in March.

The ice and snow in the south can't stay, but the chill grows secretly, quietly creeping into people's bones.

Wrapped in a scarf and wearing a mask, Wen Er stood among a group of middle-aged people, staring nervously in the direction of the school gate.

"Om - hum -"

There were gradually sounds in the quiet campus. After a while, the students buried their heads and came out one after another.

There is a lively voice among them, which is a bit abrupt in the crowd.

Obviously different from the numbness of the surrounding students, her expression was very bright, with a large scarlet hood on her back, she stretched her neck to look around, and accidentally squeezed onto the person in front.

"elder brother--"

A circle of parents at the school gate heard the call. Wen Er woke up from his fugue, blinked, and saw a bright red rushing towards him.

Many people looked this way, Wen Ya picked out a few familiar ones, and called out "Uncle and Auntie" in a delicate voice, with a surname in front of the address, which was very warm, causing everyone to praise this girl for being cute.

Wen Er took out the other mask that was in his pocket, hung it on Wen Ya's ear, looked around with a little stiff smile, said goodbye, then turned and took the person home.

Turning a corner, the girl who was still full of energy just now suddenly froze. She leaned half of her body against Wen Er, and put her hand directly into his coat pocket.

Wen Er trembled from the ice in her hand, quickly held it, and asked in a low voice, "Why is it so cold?"

"It's too cold in the classroom."

Wen Er turned his head and glanced at his sister, and saw that most of her neck was exposed, her hat hung behind her like a decoration, and she was shivering from the cold, distressed and puzzled.

"Where's your scarf?"

"Ah?" This question went beyond the daily outline, Wen Ya seemed to understand it for two seconds before reacting, "I forgot in the classroom."

Wen Er sighed softly, and turned sideways to put her hat on.The little girl had already regained her senses, and directly untied her brother's scarf half a circle, wrapped it around her neck, and rubbed it comfortably.

The two of them were so close together that they couldn't walk.Wen Er had no choice but to put his arms around his sister's shoulders, let her head lean against him, and walked the rest of the way almost half-armed.

Wen Ya especially enjoys this kind of warm time. Since she was a child, everyone who knew her envied her for having a good brother who is gentle and considerate.

Their home is not far from Wen Ya's school, a family on the street.

Wen Er deliberately turned on the heater before going out, and the whole house was warm at this time.

After entering the house, Wen Ya quickly took off her thick winter gear and hopped up the stairs in two or three steps, like a bird that just returned to its nest.

Wen Er carefully locked the door, looked around the bookshelves, lowered the temperature downstairs a little, turned off the lights, and then went upstairs.

"Brother, you lost a few more fans!" Wen Er hadn't reached the door of the room when Wen Ya yelled.

It was almost time to go to bed, Wen Ya was still in his room, sitting in front of the computer desk, the page of Station C was on the screen.

"You still care about this now?" Wen Er said reproachfully, but his voice fell lightly.

Wen Ya has never been afraid of his brother, so she curled her lips when she heard this, and said in a coquettish way: "Life in the third year of high school is hard, can't you allow me to be lazy for two seconds!"

This is more than two seconds.

Wen Er knew that she would reluctantly refresh the webpage until before going to bed, as if she could see a few followers and then come back.

But he won't say anything, not even persuasion.

Asking a question is enough to express my attitude, but Wen Ya's hands and feet are on Wen Ya herself, and her behavior is only controlled by herself.

Besides, her sister is good enough, this premise requires her to be self-disciplined enough.Wen Er believes that there is no need to talk too much, the parties themselves will make some trade-offs.

Wen Er went downstairs at six o'clock the next day, and saw Wen Ya with a piece of bread in her mouth, chanting something to a booklet.

Hearing the movement on the stairs, Wen Ya raised her head and said hello inarticulately: "Morning."

"Morning." Wen Er replied, and walked directly into the small kitchen.

There were four slices of toast on the plate, which looked even in color, Wen Er turned it over, and sure enough, the other side was already burnt.

I bought the bread machine at home for two years, and it has never been a problem for me to use it myself, but as long as Wen Ya does it, it will definitely burn on one side.

Strange to say, fully automatic things shouldn't cause problems just by changing the operation.

For this matter, Wen Ya flipped through the thin manual, and searched a lot of information on the Internet, trying to figure out the working principle of this thing.The formulas are written all over the page, but it should still be blurred.

So Wen Ya classifies the bread machine as "anti-science", and at the same time accepts this supernatural event frankly.

Wen Ya ate the piece in her mouth, followed behind him, reaching out to take another piece, Wen Er stopped her: "Wait until I fry an egg for you."

"It's too late." Wen Ya pointed to the side, "I'll have another piece, just a glass of soy milk."

The raw material of the soy milk is prepared by Wen Er according to the recipe, and the things that nourish the brain and the heart are stuffed in one by one, and the time is set to work every day.

But something was wrong today. It stands to reason that he was stuck, and the sound of the soybean milk machine would not stop for another 2 minutes.

Wen Er leaned over to take a look, and sure enough, the red light was still on, obviously the work was not finished.

He pressed the "Pause/Start" button, and the machine in front of him beeped again.

Wen Ya shrugged from behind: "It's too noisy early in the morning."

Wen Er did not refute her lack of cooking talent, and she has practiced it many times, but she has no concept of the basic theory.

He looked at the remaining time on the soybean milk machine, then turned his head to look at the wall clock at the door, and took out the pan from the cabinet next to it.

"It's just right, there are still 5 minutes, and I can fry an egg for you."

After breakfast, Wen Ya packed her schoolbag and prepared to go to school.

Today is a theoretical weekend, which means that except for high school seniors and their parents, today is a day off.

Wen Er watched Wen Ya changing shoes at the door, and while cleaning up the table, he warned: "Don't read on the way."

"I know—" Wen Ya turned around, stuffed the English vocabulary book into her schoolbag in front of her brother, "I'm memorizing poems in my heart on the way!"

If there is one less person in the house, it will be much empty immediately.

Wen Er cleaned up the kitchen, and went upstairs to tidy up the room - of course, without permission, he would not enter Wenya's room at will.Then wipe the bookshelves, sweep the dust, mop the floor, and you can open.

The business of the bookstore has never been fixed. Except for the students or parents who flock in to buy teaching materials when the school starts, the busiest time is usually very idle.

Wen Er made himself a cup of tea, took the computer down from upstairs, and opened his homepage of Station C.

He has a different focus from Wen Ya, he is not sensitive to the ups and downs of numbers, and he doesn't even remember whether his fans are more or less than yesterday.

What he cares about is the comments below, especially because of the particularity of station c, he also has to pay attention to the bullet screens that everyone swipes in real time.

For him, even if there is only one fan, he has to treat it with [-] points of heart.

Generally, there are not many comments. There are a few old fans who check in every day, a few who shout that the little brother is so handsome, and a few who are interested in what appears in his videos.

But today is a little different.

Wen Er swiped down the page, and the first comment that caught his eye was: Someone tell me I read it right.

There are more than 30 floors behind, and the formation is neat: believe yourself and you don't.

Wen Er only has a total of more than 3000 fans, and he is regarded as an up master with very poor traffic on station C. These 30 or so are probably all his active fans, and they are all on the same floor at this time.

Wen Er read the message twice, but still didn't understand what it meant.

He went back to prepare to click on the video, looked at the barrage simultaneously, and accidentally discovered that the number of views of this video had exceeded [-].Looking at the number of fans again, it was close to [-], which was almost double compared to the original.

What's happening here?

Wen Er was really a little bit taken aback, he suspected that Wen Ya secretly bought fans for him on the Internet yesterday.

As soon as the video started, the barrage army was very turbulent.

-I didn't expect you to be such an up master.

-It is destined to meet each other from thousands of miles away.

- I actually met my sister here... no, brother.

The tone of this batch of barrages was very different from the past. Wen Er continued to read, until at a certain point, the barrages covered the entire screen.

He had to close the barrage, step back one space, turn on full-screen mode, and play it again.

Without the barrage reminder, he read it three times without seeing anything special.

It wasn't until he inadvertently swiped to the upper right corner and saw a small piece of book cover that should have been out of the camera, that he suddenly woke up.

This is a new book published by Mrs. Jingmin, limited edition, [-] copies are pre-sold.

And he might be the first to get it.

Jingmin, a BL writer, has been writing a book for five years since his debut. Although the overall output is not much, his appeal is extremely strong.

Due to limited subject matter, Jingmin's books are rarely published, and after pre-sales are released, readers have to wait a long time before readers can get the goods.

The scale of this pre-sale is considered to be very large, and the channels are also very formal.Fans of Jingmin have already handed in their purses, clicked on the cover picture countless times every day, and can already outline the appearance of the book in their minds, only missing a real book.

Unexpectedly, everyone was eagerly looking forward to it, but no one on Hongbo had posted any pictures, yet a sharp-eyed sister pointed the way to this video on station c.

One spreads ten, ten spreads one hundred, and social media are all interlinked.All of a sudden, a large number of quiet fans poured in to see who this person was favored by the god of luck.

Wen Er didn't show his face in this video, but hearing the voice was enough to make everyone stare at the screen and look at each other with the sisters on the other side of the virtual world.

This up host seems to be a man?

I can't blame the fans for being confused. In this circle, male creatures are too rare.

Everyone began to look through the previous videos one after another, and finally they were able to stamp and confirm that the up master is undoubtedly a little brother.

While sighing with emotion, many people moved the mouse next to his avatar, and clicked on the little brother's attention.

Our Mrs. Jingmin just has a face, not to mention a rare male fan, the face value of this fan is not low.

And after completing a few videos, this up owner's daily life is not only cooking and cleaning the house, but also sharing books and magazines, and publishing some short and exquisite vlogs. It seems that he is a perfect little brother who is virtuous, intellectual, and understands life.

They are very proud to have such excellent benchmark fans.

Wen Er finally understood what was going on.

He is in contact with the publishing house, so he can get the goods first, but he has not read two pages before he is skinned.

The barrage comments are full of things, most of them are curious about whether he is his wife's fan, and there are a small number of them, which are more unsightly.

Similar to "I actually like to watch gays, so I canceled it" can be regarded as relatively rational remarks, and some of them have risen to the height of life attacks.

Wen Er can tell right from wrong, and will not be angry because of these insults.But looking at the words flying across the screen, he still felt at a loss.

Two groups of people have already pinched directly under this video, leaving a small number of his true fans, struggling to survive in the cracks, very humble.

This is the scene that Wen Er tried to avoid all these years: watching other people arguing because of him, but as the person involved, he could only stand in the corner and let others point and point without saying a word.

He thought for a long time, and finally flipped through a few pages of comments and found a familiar id.

This person often leaves comments on his videos, sometimes simply greeting him, grabbing the front row, and sometimes communicating with him about the content of the video.

At this time, there is only one sentence under this ID to ask cautiously: Is the little brother really a fan of Mrs. Jingmin?

Wen Er typed a: yes in the reply box.

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