"Huh? The one yesterday morning?" Sang Qingyan answered uncertainly.

Lin Wannian moved forward, and was surprised that Sang Qingyan's height was almost the same as his, or even a little taller than him.

It turns out that the height of an 18-year-old boy grows very fast, but after the age of 20, his growth stops.

Seeing the other party approaching like this, Sang Qingyan was startled. He took a step back and let Lin Wannian look at him with an indifferent expression.

Lin Wannian stood up, stretched out his hand, smiled and said, "Hello, my name is Lin Wannian."

Seeing him like this, Sang Qingyan grabbed his hand and said, "My name is Sang Qingyan." Unexpectedly, the young man's hand was a little smaller than his, so he could hold it tightly.

As he was thinking this, the young man suddenly pressed his back with his fingers.

Sang Qingyan was stunned and didn't let go in a hurry.

The two of them just held hands like that.

"Oh, are you writing a novel in Hongjin?" Seeing that he didn't seem to be disgusted, Lin Wannian felt that Sang Qingyan in this dimension was easy to deal with.

Sang Qingyan was stunned and asked tentatively: "How do you know?"

Lin once again dropped a bombshell in his later years: "Your pen name is Eat Melons Without Prickling Melons, right?"

"Yeah." Sang Qingyan admitted it with a somewhat unnatural look on his face.

Lin Wannian shook off his hand and said, "I am your editor. I didn't expect that we are so destined to meet. You are younger than I thought. Are you still studying?"

As he spoke, he patted Sang Qingyan's shoulder.

Pull him to the sofa.

"No...no." Sang Qingyan originally thought that Lin Wannian was his reader. He was curious about how the reader knew what he looked like. He didn't expect that it was his editor, who had sent him that kind of message yesterday.

He felt a little embarrassed.

At this time, Lin Wainian handed him a glass of water in a disposable cup.

"Thank you." Sang Qingyan took it tremblingly, took a small sip, and suppressed the horror in his heart.

Lin Wannian also had a glass of water in his hand. He sat next to Sang Qingyan and asked Sang Qingyan: "What are your plans recently?"

Sang Qingyan raised his eyes and glanced at him: "No plans."

Lin asked in his later years: "Are you still going to write novels? Or find a job?"

Sang Qingyan lowered his eyes: "Write a novel."

“So you wrote it on other websites?”

"No……"

"Oh, I see. If you have any questions, you can come to me. Your writing is very good. If you want to develop into writing online articles, you are still young and have more time to polish it."

Sang Qingyan: "Hmm..."

"Do you have no money to eat recently? Since you are my author, if you are short of money, I can lend you some." Lin Wannian behaved as gentle as an older brother, and his heart was calm as water.

"Yes, thank you Brother Lin for your concern!" Sang Qingyan really didn't want to mention the matter of Pinxixi. He called Lin Brother subconsciously, and it sounded particularly smooth.

When Lin Wannian heard Sang Qingyan call him this, his brain froze for a while, and he forced a smile.

“…”

Sang Qingyan walked out, glanced at the closed door, pursed her lips, and walked upstairs.

Lu Feng: Do you still want my ID card?

Sang Qingyan: No need.

Lin Late Years lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling: "Da Huang, what should I do if I become emo?"

"Honey, if you're emo, find something else to distract yourself."

"Forget it. Even if Sang Qingyan is shameless, I still have dignity." Lin Wannian pulled the quilt to cover his face.

I was just thinking about my depressed mood, but ended up falling asleep.

It was already evening when I woke up.

Lin Wannian rubbed his swollen forehead, picked up his mobile phone and subconsciously checked the messages.

He has switched his QQ account to a private one, so there is no message from him. However, his WeChat account has not been switched, but he has received more than a dozen messages.

When he clicked it, he saw the message from the leader Sang Qingyan.

Sang Qingyan: Do you have a girlfriend?

Seeing the message he sent, Lin Wannian was slightly surprised, and thought: Is Sang Qingyan going to take the initiative this time?

Sang Qingyan: Are you there?

Lin replied to him in his later years, "Yes."

I saw the reply he sent over there, and it kept showing that it was being typed.

Sang Qingyan: Is there?

Editor Nian Ge: No.

Sang Qingyan: Okay. I can stay in Hongjin to write. You said you would guide me, so can I come to your house often?

Lin Wannian: Weekends are fine, but I’m in the company all day on weekdays.

Sang Qingyan: Then I will come to see you at night on weekdays.

After so much time, Lin Wannian has already guessed his purpose. Will he pretend not to see it?

meeting.

Damn, he doesn’t want to mess it up this time.

Lin Wannian: Okay.

OK?

Sang Qingyan looked at the two words sent by the other party, and a smile flashed across his eyes.

Haha, why don’t you ask him why he asked this question? He actually covered it up. Does he really not know, or is he deliberately not knowing?

but.

He was really upset to see such a reply.

"Lin's old age. Lin's old age..."

He called the man's name softly, as if he wanted to crush this name on his heart.

He suddenly smiled, and in the dim environment, with only the light from the mobile phone screen reflecting his face, his smile looked a little weird.

In his later years, Lin put on good clothes and went out to buy something to fill his stomach.

When he came back, he saw Su Ling.

The two people must not meet face to face.

Su Ling saw that it was him, waved at him, and then stopped.

It was at this time that Lin Wannian realized that something was wrong with her.

Last night, she was very relaxed when I was with her, but today she was wary of everyone, or even unnatural.

In the original plot, even the male protagonist Wang Yu couldn’t adjust Su Ling’s psychological condition. Is this really the male protagonist?

This made Lin a little suspicious in his later years. . .

He walked up calmly and asked: "Are you waiting for someone?"

"Wait for you." Su Ling said, and felt that this was a bit ambiguous, so she explained: "I didn't mean that."

Lin Wannian didn't care: "It's okay. Let's go upstairs."

"good."

As they walked up, neither of them spoke, only the sound of footsteps.

"I'm here, bye." Lin Wannian arrived at his floor first.

"Yeah." Su Ling responded.

Back home.

Lin immediately pulled out the system in his later years.

"Da Huang, what happened to the heroine?"

077 turned over and played with his strawberry phone: "Didn't I give you the plot information?"

"No, I feel that the plot you gave doesn't match what I experienced. What's more, I don't think this matter is simple." Lin Wannian said, frowning.

077 raised his eyes and looked at him: "Dear host, I am a tutoring system. You still need to explore the main plot by yourself."

"Okay." Lin Wannian nodded.

Open the mobile note.

His mission is to prevent tragedy from happening, that is, to prevent Su Ling from committing suicide. . . .