Chapter 6: Everyone's Nervous (VI) Deduct 1 to hear my revenge plan. ...

Zhang Deng was upset again by this hiccup.

The face he lost in these few days was more than what he would lose in his entire life.

Zhang Deng opened his mouth and tears started falling down as he burst into tears.

Wei Yuanye said: "I'm not laughing!"

Zhang Deng cried and shouted, "You are laughing in your heart!"

Wei Yuanye could not refute this statement.

I did laugh.

Zhang Deng said, "You're still laughing!"

"I don't," Wei Yuanye said quickly, "I just look like this. People say I have a smiling face."

Zhang Deng paused for a moment, looked at him carefully, and asked doubtfully, "Really?"

Then he realized something was wrong and tears started falling again: "You are just making fun of me."

Zhang Deng's tears seemed to be free of charge and could not be stopped like a flood. He felt so wronged.

"He Xiaoqiu knew I liked Liu Yan, and he even copied my love letters," Zhang Deng was so upset. "He secretly read my love letters, copied them and posted them online, saying they were written to Liu Yan."

Every time Zhang Deng thought about this, he felt as if his chest was covered with tar, making it hard to breathe. "No one in the office talked to me. They also thought I was jealous of He Xiaoqiu."

Wei Yuanye couldn't laugh anymore. He hurriedly tried to wipe his tears with his hands, but he couldn't wipe them away completely.

Zhang Deng seemed to have finally found an outlet to vent his frustrations over the years. "No one believed me at all. Liu Yan also thought I was jealous of He Xiaoqiu. He even called and asked me how much money I wanted. They all thought I was obsessed with money."

Wei Yuanye was still thinking in his spare time. Actually, it was not his fault that others thought so. Zhang Deng was indeed a little money-grubber, but he only cared about the little money in his pocket.

Wei Yuanye said: "Do you still like Liu Yan?"

"I don't like him," Zhang Deng cried and broke down, "I don't like him at all. I hate him the most."

Wei Yuanye couldn't tell whether this was a genuine dislike or just a tirade. Perhaps Zhang Deng himself didn't know.

Zhang Deng said, "As long as He Xiaoqiu cries, everyone will apologize to him, but I really don't want to. I really don't have tears."

He broke down even more, tears falling down, wetting his collar: "I just can't cry!"

Wei Yuanye: “…”

Really?

Wei Yuanye laughed and said, "What should we do then?"

Zhang Deng said, "I won't argue with them. I will be strong on my own."

"Yes," Wei Yuanye said, "You are the strongest."

Zhang Deng looked at him doubtfully again: "Really?"

Wei Yuanye: "It couldn't be more true."

Zhang Deng's tears continued to fall as usual. He stared at Wei Yuanye with wide eyes, "I really don't understand."

"Why doesn't everyone like me?" Zhang Deng asked. "Everyone likes He Xiaoqiu. Even if he's pretty, knows how to cry, is rich... and kind of cute, does that mean everyone has to like him?"

Wei Yuanye didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You really are..."

Zhang Deng said, "Even if I'm not pretty, have a bad personality, am not cute, and don't have money, can't everyone like me?"

Zhang Deng was so upset that he didn't notice Xiao Mi yelling anxiously at his feet. He said, "This world is really terrible. Everything is conditional. Everything has conditions."

Wei Yuanye hugged him, letting him cry on his shoulder, and then whispered, "Actually, you're also very beautiful, and your personality is very lovely. You still have 200,000 yuan in savings."

"These qualities of yours are enough to make people like you very much," Wei Yuanye said, "Even if you don't have these, I will still support you."

Zhang Deng shed many tears silently again.

After a while, he said, "I feel like vomiting."

Wei Yuanye: "Wait!"

Zhang Deng had already covered his mouth and ran to the bathroom, and then the overwhelming sound of vomiting was heard.

Wei Yuanye patted his back, feeling exhausted this morning.

Then I heard Zhang Deng lying next to the toilet and said weakly, "My stomach hurts."

Wei Yuanye had no choice but to go find medicine again.

After the lights were turned on and everything was settled, Wei Yuanye lay on the bed and petted the cat quietly before he ate his meal.

Zhang Deng was still in a state of emotion, scrolling through his phone obediently, sobbing from time to time, but without tears.

Wei Yuanye finished his leftovers and asked Zhang Deng, "What did the internet say?"

"Oh," Zhang Deng scrolled through the comments numbly, "Liu Yan posted on Weibo."

Wei Yuanye was stunned for a moment: "What happened?"

Zhang Deng read: "'No matter what others say, the Xiaoqiu I know is always that innocent, beautiful child who deserves everyone's love.' He Xiaoqiu commented, 'Love, love, love.'"

Wei Yuanye didn't comment, and Zhang Deng didn't feel anything either. He had just finished crying, and at this moment, it didn't matter. If he had to say anything, it was just that he felt a little embarrassed in front of Wei Yuanye.

When people are embarrassed, they always want to find something to do. Zhang Deng got up from the bed and picked up his computer after a long absence.

Wei Yuanye was cleaning up the kitchen waste on the coffee table. He glanced at him but didn't disturb him.

Zhang Deng held the kitten in his arms and sat on the soft carpet in front of the bed. He took out a pair of glasses from somewhere and put them on. His eyes were still swollen, and he began to think seriously.

Wei Yuanye turned down the volume of the game, lay on the sofa and played the game, and before he knew it, the whole morning had passed.

When I looked at the time again after lighting the lamp, it was already past noon and Wei Yuanye was cooking in the kitchen.

He hadn't written anything for a long time. Most of the time he was revising other people's manuscripts. Many times, Zhang Deng felt that he might have lost the ability to write.

Because the most important thing about writing is the feeling of life. Words are the expression of life. But since Zhang Deng started taking medicine, his mood has stabilized, his feelings have become numb, and he has lost his perception of pain and joy. At one point, he felt extremely desperate.

But after he stopped taking the medicine, he even found it difficult to survive.

Wei Yuanye brought out a plate of stir-fried beef and said, "Let's eat."

The lights were instantly lit up a little more.

"Oh," Zhang Deng suddenly remembered something, "Let's go shopping for clothes with you this afternoon."

Wei Yuanye didn't care. Perhaps walking with him would make him feel better, so he said, "I'll do as you say."

Zhang Deng's mood had begun to improve. He began to think that the weather was gradually getting colder, so he could buy some thick clothes and a few sets of autumn clothes to change into.

Zhang Deng is actually a very lonely person. As long as someone chats with him, he can talk nonstop.

Perhaps because of what happened this morning, the distance between Zhang Deng and Wei Yuanye was shortened. When they set out for the mall in the afternoon, Zhang Deng was chattering non-stop.

"Xiao Mi is really smart," Zhang Deng said. "You usually don't see him eating cat food. He only eats when people are not around because he's afraid you might think he's full and stop giving him snacks."

Wei Yuanye said, "This is not a good habit."

Zhang Deng: "I want to take it out to play occasionally, but it's not well socialized. I'm afraid it will be frightened to death. I heard that many kittens die of fright."

Wei Yuanye expressed his doubts: "I think it's quite courageous."

Zhang Deng was no longer sure: "Really? Should I try it?"

Wei Yuanye pressed his shoulder and turned him around. Zhang Deng continued, "We should buy him a cart first and try it out."

"Buy a stroller for a cat?" Wei Yuanye was a little confused.

Zhang Deng: "Yeah, that one is very expensive."

"How much?"

“Thousands of dollars,” Zhang Deng had checked before, “so if it doesn’t dare to go out, it would be a waste.”

Wei Yuanye said: "Once you become an internet celebrity, a few thousand yuan will be nothing."

"I don't want to be an internet celebrity," Zhang Deng said, "I have my own dreams."

"What a dream."

Zhang Deng: "Writer."

Wei Yuanye said, "Is this a conflict? Didn't He Qiu also become an internet celebrity and plagiarize? I don't think either one is affected."

But that wasn't Zhang Deng's dream. His dream was pure: he just wanted to be a writer, a simple kind of writer who could just sit in his room and write every day, no clock-in or socializing required. He didn't even need to be famous, just enough to make ends meet. If few people knew about him, no one would criticize him.

So when he realized that he might not be able to write anything, he was really sad.

Although Wei Yuanye didn't quite understand, he didn't care and just said, "That day will come."

Zhang Deng's question was silly, so he asked, "Really?"

Wei Yuanye: “Yes.”

Zhang Deng: "You haven't read anything I wrote."

"Why haven't you seen it?"

Wei Yuanye casually said, "I've read them all. Have you written a new one?"

Zhang Deng opened his mouth and asked, "Where did you see that?"

Wei Yuanye: "You said it in the video. I went to look for it."

Then he didn't see Zhang Deng following him, and waited for him to react, but Zhang Deng reacted quickly and followed him quickly, not letting him see his expression.

Wei Yuanye said casually: "You love to lie."

Zhang Deng: “?”

"Not strong at all." Wei Yuanye said leisurely as he walked.

Zhang Deng said, "You are talking nonsense."

"I'm just easily moved," Zhang Deng said, getting angry again, "but now I'm not moved anymore."

Wei Yuanye laughed inexplicably, which made Zhang Deng laugh too. The salesgirl came up at the right moment and said, "Who are you choosing clothes for?"

She looked at the two people and came to the conclusion that she had to open an order today. These two people looked very good in clothes.

Zhang Deng pushed Wei Yuanye forward and said, "He wants to buy it."

During the two days he'd spent with Zhang Deng, Wei Yuanye had discovered that Zhang Deng truly lived a minimalist lifestyle. He only bought one essential item for his household: a toothbrush, a pair of slippers, and a cup. Aside from books, there was practically nothing else in the house that was duplicated. He had no means of transportation, no large appliances, and seemingly never dealt with anything that was dispensable.

But he was extremely generous to Wei Yuanye.

He waved his hand and said, "Go try it on."

Wei Yuanye came out after trying it out, but Zhang Deng was a little dissatisfied.

The salesperson said, "You look very handsome. You look good in anything you wear."

Zhang Deng felt that it was not handsome enough, because Wei Yuanye was handsome and aggressive, and the clothes should look even more handsome on him. Zhang Deng felt a little disappointed.

Wei Yuanye followed his instructions and simply tried on two pieces. He was too lazy to try anymore. The salesgirl also noticed that among the two people, the thin and gloomy handsome guy was the one who had the final say, so she began to lobby Zhang Deng.

"It fits quite well," the salesgirl said. "This one's more expensive, but the fabric is better. Who is this person?"

Zhang Deng enunciated his words very clearly: "Friend."

This is a very proud word.

The salesgirl smiled and said, "You buy such expensive clothes for your friend? Are you so close?"

"It's okay," Zhang Deng, still tugging at his clothes, asked, "Do you have this in size 185?"

"Oh, yes," the salesgirl asked tentatively, "the price will be higher."

Zhang Deng said politely, "It's okay."

Wei Yuanye came out of the fitting room and announced, "Let's decide based on a few of these."

He wanted to cooperate, but Zhang Deng was too excited. After trying on seven or eight pieces, Wei Yuanye really didn't want to wear any more. He felt that all the clothes looked the same. He didn't understand why he had to try so many times.

Zhang Deng felt a little regretful and said, "But I like these two too."

"You can each have one," the salesgirl said with a smile, "these two pieces are very similar, you two can each have one."

It would be better to kill Zhang Deng than to ask him to buy such expensive clothes for himself.

Wei Yuanye said, "Okay, let's go with these two."

Zhang Deng: “!”

Zhang Deng swiped his credit card for 6,000 yuan with tears in his eyes, his heart bleeding.

Wei Yuanye smiled and said, "What else do you want to buy?"

Zhang Deng was so angry: "Why are you doing this?"

"You don't have many clothes either." Wei Yuanye said.

Zhang Deng: "But this is too expensive!"

Wei Yuanye asked, "Why do you buy expensive things for others, but can't bear to spend money on yourself?"

Zhang Deng was dejected. He said, "I don't want to communicate with you anymore."

It was clearly a gift, but Wei Yuanye was still trying to lecture him. Zhang Deng lost money but didn't feel happy.

However, Zhang Deng still bought him a complete set of clothes, and the rest were selected in relatively affordable stores. Wei Yuanye didn't even try them on before Zhang Deng paid for them.

After buying clothes, Zhang Deng was about to look for a ride-hailing service to go home, but Wei Yuanye covered his phone screen and said, "Wait a minute."

Zhang Deng: “?”

The two walked out of the mall and a taxi stopped at the door. Wei Yuanye opened the door and said the last digit of his cell phone number. He turned around and said to Zhang Deng, "Get in."

Zhang Deng: "What are you doing?"

Wei Yuanye said: "I will give you a gift as well."

The driver took them all the way to a large area where 4S stores were concentrated.

When Wei Yuanye got out of the car, his cell phone rang. He knocked on the car window and motioned Zhang Deng to come down while talking on the phone.

Zhang Deng had never been to such a place in his life. He shook his head frantically and said, "I don't want this."

Wei Yuanye opened the door from the outside and carried him out directly.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be confirming his appointment time, and Wei Yuanye said, "I'm already here."

Zhang Deng was unusually stubborn: "I don't want it, I really can't have it."

The salesperson came out jogging with the phone in hand and said, "Is this Mr. Zhang?"

Before Zhang Deng could say anything, Wei Yuanye grabbed his collar, pushed him forward, and said, "It's him."

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