Followed

15.

Bie Xu left after lunch, and took Wen Er into the study before leaving.

This room has the best lighting in the whole house. When you open the door, you can see the bright and clean floor-to-ceiling windows. The entire wall on the left is embedded with bookshelves, which are full of various types of books. Behind the desk is a hand-painted world map, which looks a little uneven.

Wen Er curiously took a closer look, and found that many city names had small thumbtacks stuck on them, especially in Asia and Europe, which were so densely packed that they almost covered the entire map.

"The pushpins are the places I've been to." Bie Xu followed behind him and explained.

"So many!" Wen Er brushed the names lightly with his fingers, feeling surprised.

He had seen Bie Xu's camera before, and imagined his footprints from those photos, but he never thought that what he saw was just a drop in the bucket.

"It's not a lot." Bie Xu shrugged, as if deliberately modest, "After all, work requires it."

Winer speculated about his occupation, but never asked specifically.Seeing that Bie Xu didn't seem to intend to continue the introduction, he was worried that he would be too abrupt to ask rashly. After thinking about it, he still didn't speak.

Bie Xu was already ready to confess, but seeing Wen Er nodded calmly, as if he was not interested, he had to swallow all the words that came to his lips.

Wen Er still hasn't forgotten Bie Xu's explanation last night, so he turned around in front of the bookshelf and asked him seriously: "Can I read Jingmin's book?"

Bie Xu thought of his shameless recommendation, originally intending to blow up his vest, but he didn't expect to be a bad start, so he didn't know how to speak for a while.

He never reads what he has written. After receiving the samples, he stuffs them directly into the cabinet instead of placing them on the bookshelf.

Bie Xu tentatively opened two cabinet doors, and finally turned the book out.

His actions, in Wen Er's eyes, turned Bie Xu into a senior fan who was worthy of being his wife. He kept his books carefully and did not want to put dust on the shelf.

Wen Er walked over to pick one to read, but was attracted by the stack of magazines next to him.

"You like to read this too!" Wen Er exclaimed in surprise, "This magazine has a regular column for You Youfang."

Wen Er flipped through it carefully, and found that there were still a few books under the magazine.

Bie Xu glanced behind him, breathed a sigh of relief, wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Wen Er.

He took out one of the books, turned his head to look at Bie Xu, his eyes sparkled, and he introduced to Bie Xu like a treasure: "This is his earliest work, the sales volume was average at that time, and now it is out of print!"

Bie Xu raised his eyebrows, seeing that he was holding his first published book in his hand, he didn't expect Wen Er to remember it so clearly.

"I thought you didn't like You Youfang." Wen Er muttered to the side, and couldn't wait to flip through two pages lightly, humming and accusing in a low voice, "I asked you before, and you said indifferently that you had heard of this person .”

Bie Xu was helpless, maybe he still had to flatter himself.

He watched Wen Er caressing the cover of the book very cherishingly, and he couldn't put it down, and his mood was a little complicated.

Paper media is no better than online novels. Every time Jingmin publishes an article, she can quickly get feedback from readers. Every day, fans clamor about liking his wife in a certain blog or comments.But when he uses the name You Youfang and publishes his meticulously crafted articles on serious literature platforms, he can only judge its popularity by sales volume and illusory word-of-mouth.

Articles in the traditional sense, such as essays, travel notes, and reviews, certainly cannot keep up with the fast-paced online literature that is updated every day.

It was the first time Bie Xu met such an almost unknown columnist like Wen Er who persistently liked You Youfang.

"Why do you like him so much?" Bie Xu couldn't help asking.

Wen Ya also asked this question not long ago, and Wen Er's answer at that time was "It seems that he saw a world that he had never seen before." At this time, when asked the same question again, Wen Er thought for a while, and said seriously Added a sentence.

"He fulfilled my dream."

Bie Xu didn't expect to get such an answer.

At this moment, he clearly felt the weight of his pen holder. In addition to envy, love, and admiration, it turned out that it could also carry such grand and secret emotions as dreams.

Bie Xu suddenly didn't want to reveal his identity.He didn't want to use this cover to let Wen Er accept his liking by surprise. He wanted to carefully clarify the different meanings of the two names "You Youfang" and "Bie Xu" before expressing his feelings. .

As an author, he is grateful for Wen Er's love; as an ordinary suitor, he yearns for Wen Er's response.

He hoped that Wen Er liked him because he was Bie Xu, not because of his longing for you, and because of this single face, he accepted Bie Xu as a complete person in a daze.

Bie Xu sighed shallowly in his heart, what is he capable of, he must first consider the issue of not being able to fuck fans before confessing his love.

Bie Xu left Wen Er in the study and went to the publishing house by himself.

Zhou Rushi was busy, and he didn't say anything when he came in. He left him alone, and an intern editor brought him a glass of water.

The little girl had just joined the publishing house for a month, and it was the first time she saw You Youfang, the real face of her favorite columnist.I thought he was a middle-aged uncle who had gone through vicissitudes, but I didn't expect to be such a young and attractive handsome guy.

Taking the opportunity of handing over the disposable water cup, she never took her eyes off Bie Xu's face.The other party nodded to her very gentlemanly, took the water glass with both hands, and said "thank you" with a slight smile, very gentle and decent, as handsome as she imagined, but not as sharp as she imagined.

The name You Youfang appeared early, and the first article that entered the public eye was the excavation of an unknown scenic spot. Now it has become a holy place for travelers to pretend to check in.

His pen is mature and sharp, and his perspective is unique, and he was soon sought after by all the literary youth.

The rationalist regards his articles as a strategy, and regards him as a pathfinder. All unexplored scenic spots, food, clothing, housing and transportation use him as a reference.The sensibility school likes to study the emotions in his articles, summing up many gimmicks such as "the most beautiful secret place" and "a must-have for Lonely Planet", and perceive the joy and anger of the scene through his vivid descriptions or the intuitive pictures in the photos funeral music.

You Youfang opened a social media account, posted a picture casually, and the comments and reposts were extremely amazing.But all kinds of scenery will always appear in his lens, but never expose his own photos.

The little girl had been scolded by her boss for the past two days, she wished she could hand in a resignation letter immediately, and leave without serving her. Now that she saw Bie Xu, all her dissatisfaction disappeared.

Chasing an author is also counting as chasing a star, how can I let go of such a good opportunity to get in touch with idols intimately.

After Zhou Rushi was busy for a while, he finally had time to talk to Bie Xu.He dared to keep ignoring this great Buddha because of the close personal relationship between the two of them.

The little girl was sitting next to Bie Xu, both excited and nervous, seeing her boss clattering on the keyboard, she had to do the job of comforting herself, and said in a soft voice: "Editor Zhou is quite busy these days, thank you for waiting so long .”

"It's okay." Bie Xu really wasn't in a hurry today.He even thought about going back late on purpose so that Wen Er could explore more in his study, it would be better if he was fascinated by those books and never wanted to leave again.

Zhou Ru stood up from the office chair, moved his arms and twisted his neck, raised his legs and walked towards the sofa, only to see the newly recruited interns doing nothing.

He frowned, and opened his mouth to reprimand: "Sitting here for a long time, why don't you know how to show the sample booklet to others?"

Seeing the little girl's face shrunk into a ball, Bie Xu smiled and blocked the conversation for her: "It's not that you just ignored me first, children don't know who I am."

"I know you!" The little girl clarified quickly.Bie Xu introduced herself early in the morning, she is not afraid of being scolded by her boss now, in short, she must not leave a bad impression on her idol.

Seeing that she was so honest, Bie Xu was assigned to Zhou Rushi's subordinates, so she probably received a lot of training.

Sure enough, Zhou Ru waited for a few seconds, and then said impatiently: "Why are you still sitting here? Did you get the article you urged? Is the communication on the page I mentioned yesterday? What about the newly revised cover of the American editor? Show it to me when?"

Hearing what he said, the little girl buried her head down a little, and finally her neck was flushed, and she walked out with a mournful face.

Bie Xu defended her: "You are so busy over there, you wonder what other children are doing."

When the little girl heard her idol speak for her, she felt ashamed and happy at the same time, and replied with a choked voice: "Thank you." All of a sudden, the two people in the office were amused.

When the person walked out, Bie Xu immediately withdrew from the dog-like posture just now, leaned back and raised his legs: "Where did you find the intern, it's so interesting."

For this kind of digression, it is rare for Zhou Ru to answer: "It's still your fan."

Bie Xule: "That's not right - such a sour tone!"

Zhou Rushi glanced at him, stopped talking, and just wanted to get the business done quickly.He slapped the book in front of the person: "Let's have a look, how to sign it."

After signing five hundred books, Bie Xu felt a sore wrist while driving.

When I got home, I went straight to the study, but I didn't find Wen Er at a glance.

"Are you back?" A soft voice came from the room.

Bie Xu took a few steps forward, and found that Wen Er was sitting on the beanbag sofa in front of the window with a book in his hands, sinking into it.

"Why don't you turn on the light?" Bie Xu returned to the door and pressed the switch, instantly the whole room was filled with warm light.

"The light here is pretty good. It just went dark." Wen Er was talking, trying to get up, but failed to stand up after trying once.

Wen Er secretly exerted strength again, but his body seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't pull it up no matter how hard he pulled.

Bie Xu had a panoramic view of his pretending to be calm, and couldn't restrain himself from grinning secretly.Wen Er was even more embarrassed, he couldn't hide his slightly embarrassed stupid look, and all fell in front of the other party.

Wen Er was still holding the book in his hand, so he couldn't use his strength, and he didn't want to put the book on the ground in front of the owner, so he just held it with both hands in a daze, trying to break free from the sofa with the strength of his lower body.

Fortunately, Bie Xu didn't embarrass him for too long, laughed twice, walked over and bent slightly, stretched out his right hand and said, "Lend me your hand."

Wen Er put his hand on it, and the other party pulled him out with a little effort.

He staggered two steps, still holding the book in his hand, lost his balance, and threw himself into Bie Xu's arms.

Wen Er still remembered moving the book away at the first time, so as not to crush it.So the left hand holding the book was stretched as far as possible to the side, but it was blocked by Bie Xu's shoulder, and it became a half-embracing posture.Bie Xu's right hand was pulled violently and folded to his chest, causing him to fall forward, his whole body stuck to it, and his teeth hit Bie Xu's chin.

Bie Xu let out a long "hiss", and wanted to touch the wound on his chin with his left hand, but accidentally rubbed against Wen Er's waist, and touched his lips before he could leave.

Wen Er's heart trembled, and his lips trembled accordingly, brushing against Bie Xu's fingers, like a tender invitation.

Bie Xu tried his best to control his movements and voice. In the silence, he coughed lightly, deliberately using a teasing tone to ease the atmosphere.

"Why don't I feel your eight-pack abs at all?"