Weizhi sent Han Yiming back home. On the way, the Han couple called. They were very satisfied to hear that the two were on their way home. They thanked her again and again. The intimacy between them across the screen gave people goosebumps.
Mr. Han said, "Xiaozhi, thanks to you for bringing him back. Although your brother Han is old, he always crawls home when he is with Jiang Chao and the others. It's not serious. No matter how you persuade him, it's not good... This time you brought him home early."
Wei Zhi smiled apologetically.
At this time, the car also stopped in the basement of the community where Han Yiming lived. The man was in no hurry to get out of the car. He leaned against the passenger door and looked at her with a smile. He heard her tell the person on the other end of the phone in a polite tone that they had arrived and that they would only back up into the garage after hanging up the phone. Her tone was very obedient.
I accidentally remembered what Jiang Chao said, that every man likes this girl named Wei Zhi.
Although they didn't say it, they spoke in a joking tone, but Han Yiming knew that there were only a few little girls in this circle of people, and some of them were spoiled by their parents when they were in middle school, and there were only a few left with good roots...
Wei Zhi counts as one.
If he couldn't do it, they would really be eager to give it a try.
After drinking, the man's mind was a little free, and he thought, well, it's a good thing I came back in time.
He patiently waited for her to hang up the phone, then looked her up and down. When she leaned over the steering wheel and tried to look at the rearview mirror, he spoke: "Did you hear my father's tone just now? If I don't marry you, I'm afraid they won't let me into the house during the New Year from now on."
"Brother," Wei Zhi's voice sounded calm, "You can't stop joking tonight. If you keep saying it, I'll get off the car. You can park it yourself--"
Han Yiming raised his eyelids and was about to say that even if he was drunk and reversed into a parking space, he would not brake at least ten times like her...
Before I could say anything, I heard her slowly add: "When you get in the driver's seat, you will find that there are ten traffic policemen waiting for you outside who were summoned by the report phone call."
“…”
The car backed slowly into the parking space.
Han Yiming didn't understand why there was a little girl in the world who could threaten people in such a cute way.
So when Weijie successfully completed her task as a mover, she unbuckled her seat belt in one breath and just as her hand touched the driver's door, a man not far from her asked lazily, "Would you like to go upstairs for a cup of tea?"
Weizhi: “…”
This sounds a bit familiar.
The comic series that Weizhi started this time is about a time-traveling girl who fell into another world and became a female devil. She adopted an unfilial apprentice, and after much difficulty raising him, he was "executed on the spot" by the apprentice who was better than her...
The ill-fated relationship between the two originated from the young disciple’s youth. After a practice session, the female devil was about to turn around and leave. The young disciple grabbed her sleeve and asked, “Master, would you like some tea?”
……………………………………………………
Then, the master was made into tea by his disciple.
My mind was connecting the two-dimensional world to the three-dimensional world, and the "world's most capable nerd" in the reader's mouth reacted slowly. This might be a kind of...
signal.
"Han Yiming, I'm not going." She called him by his full name again, her tone cold, "If you want to drink, drink it yourself."
She was in no mood to joke tonight.
Han Yiming didn't really understand whether she went to Zhangjiakou for fun or for transformation. It was as if the ice and snow in the north had frozen the girl's bones.
I don't know how many times I've resisted him tonight.
He raised his eyebrows, but couldn't find the source. He also thought that he might be overthinking... The man was a little unhappy, but he didn't show it. He raised his hand to press his eyebrows, and said patiently and gently: "I still like to hear you call me 'brother'."
As he spoke, he reached out his hand, and out of habit tried to tuck the loose hair behind her ears, but she nimbly dodged.
"Let's go back." Wei Zhi said, "Brother, good night."
…
When she got home at night, Weizhi was exhausted both physically and mentally, and she still had to pay off her debt to her readers.
I opened the board and drew a storyboard and a rough draft composition. In short, the poor male protagonist finally got out of the bathtub. He didn't have any wrinkles on his body, but he was still so useful, like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea, standing upright...
Wei Zhi was originally wearing a facial mask and painting the "Dinghai Shenzhen" with an expressionless face.
Her pen moved quickly, as if assisted by God. Even when she was sketching the outline of the "Dinghai Shenzhen" that would be blurred before it was sent out, she remained calm.
Until the scene where the heroine pushes the door open and sees the hero who hasn’t had time to get dressed yet——
The heroine is a devil who only wants to make a living. Seeing the hero like this, she doesn’t even feel shy and asks him how he got poisoned, who poisoned him, how he got poisoned, and where was his mind when he was teaching him...
When writing this part of the lyrics, Wei Zhi began to feel that this line that could make people angry to death looked a little familiar.
After thinking about it for a while and not being able to react, I didn't take it to heart and continued painting.
The hero didn't let the heroine finish her words. He held her waist with both hands, put her on the window frame, lifted her skirt, and buried his head...
Alas?
Um.
Wei Zhi's fast writing suddenly stopped. There was a blank expression on her face for three seconds as she stared at the draft on the screen. The action of the male lead holding the female lead on the window frame was so familiar that the feeling of physical discomfort surged into her heart again.
She clicked the clear button on the software expressionlessly, watching the composition sketch that she had spent so much time on was wiped out. She didn't feel bad at all.
So the plot turns into the heroine asking the hero where his head is, and then grabbing his collar and going to bed...
It is impossible to have window lattices.
There will be no window lattice in this life.
If you have a bed, just stay in it.
After drawing this wave of storyboards, Wei Zhi stood up and ground herself a cup of coffee. While leaning against the coffee machine and waiting for the water to boil, she took the time to send a WeChat message to Jiang Nanfeng.
[Girl Ji: Today, I went to pick up Han Yiming amidst the gazes and expectations of thousands of people. ]
There was a quick reply.
【Ginger Juice: No wonder my brother came back so early, it turns out that their leader was picked up by you.】
[Girl Ji: The point is, after I discovered that Han Yiming and I had overly intimate behavior that went beyond the friendship of neighbors, it seriously affected my work progress.]
Jiang Nanfeng was the only one who knew that the money in Weizhi's bank card was not blown in by the wind. Facing her friend's confession, she stared at her phone for at least half a minute, not knowing where to start.
【Ginger juice: …………………………………………】
【Ginger Juice: Please wait for me to calm down.】
[Ginger Juice: First question, have you and Han Il-myung become more than just neighbors?]
【Girl: Almost.】
Even through the screen, I could feel the little girl's gloominess and calmness.
【Ginger Juice: Now here comes the second question. It almost didn’t work out. Did the failure affect your GHS? What did he do? Did he take off his pants and urinate and defecate in the underground parking lot in front of you?】
【Girl: He hugged me. 】
[Girl: ...Mad, Wan Yizi, is it possible that my sexual orientation is abnormal and I don’t know it? Am I afraid of men? ]
【Ginger Juice: First of all, I want to emphasize that I have a normal sexual orientation. If one day you become abnormal, please remember that rabbits don’t eat grass near their nests (hold yourself tight).】
【Ginger Juice: Secondly, I want to emphasize that you are afraid of men? How come you didn't get sick after holding hands with a man and pushing a slope for ten days in Chongli?】
【Ginger Juice: Finally, I want to emphasize that on the last day, you sat between the bindings of a certain man’s board, with his baby on your head, holding his thighs with both hands and enjoying a nearly 7km snowboard ride. After coming back, you did not show any physical discomfort, and even cried bitterly because you would never see this man again. I comforted you all night.】
【Girl:……】
[Girl: You type pretty fast, huh?]
【Ginger Juice: I am just reminding you not to have double standards. Han Yiming’s hardware conditions are quite good, but you don’t want it, and there are a lot of people lining up to get it.】
【Ginger Juice: Don’t be so nervous. Don’t treat him as your fiancé. Relax your mind and try to get closer?】
Even though she was just typing, Wei Zhi could still imagine Jiang Nanfeng's light and airy tone. She had read countless people, and it seemed that she could always handle men like a condiment.
For example, on the way back, in front of Weizhi, she received all the photos and videos. She said "thank you" happily in the last second, and deleted the WeChat account of the person who had been calling "Yanyan" for ten days in the next second.
The reason is that we don’t have to see each other again anyway.
I don’t know what Lao Yan, the No. 1 scumbag in Chongli, feels about the fact that he has failed so thoroughly... Maybe he hasn’t even noticed that he has been deleted.
Wei Zhi was pondering and comparing, and was feeling that what Jiang Nanfeng said made a lot of sense. How could she be such a complete double standard dog? Did she freeze her brain in Chongli?
At this time, WeChat lit up again.
【Ginger Juice: If it really doesn’t work, no matter how good the hardware conditions are, if you don’t want it, then don’t do it. Just hugging him will make you physically uncomfortable and you can’t even do GHS. If you are together in the future, you have to sleep next to him every day, won’t you go crazy?】
[Ginger Juice: Your readers' "Bedtime Hypnotic Stories for Girls Under the Quilt" have been ruined like this, how tragic! ]
【Ginger Juice: What era is this? You won’t be thrown into the pond if you don’t agree to your parents’ arranged marriage.】
Wei Zhi listened to what Jiang Nanfeng said and suddenly became enlightened.
[Girl Ji: Before Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai eloped, there must have been evil instigators like you beside them.]
[Ginger Juice: Don't worry, butterflies symbolize pure love. Prince Yan has seen the works of the otaku's wife and will never let his wife turn into a butterfly...]
【Ginger juice: Shit shell is almost the same. 】
【Girl:……】
[Ginger Juice: Have you updated it? Hurry up. Can you let the guard named "Amo" who always guards the heroine outside the door join in this time? I've been waiting for him to take off his pants for a long time.]
【Girl:……】
[Girl Ji: Shit Shell Man +1? ]
【Ginger Juice: Yes, even when I die I will still compete with you to see whose poop is bigger and rounder.】
【Ginger Juice: Good night.】
The coffee was ready. Weizhi took a sip to suppress her surprise and returned to the workbench with the cup in hand. It was already three o'clock in the morning. She glanced at the finished draft and found that at least it was a 5P, which solved the urgent problem and temporarily relaxed from the awkwardness... She saved the file with satisfaction and prepared to finish work.
Before she could turn off her computer, she was not sleepy at all. She picked up her phone and flipped through it. As a result, she accidentally found a photo that had not been deleted.
The photo was taken in portrait mode.
The man was wearing a face shield and goggles. It was a full-body photo. It was hard to tell what he was like or how tall he was. The only thing that made him recognizable was the ski suit with the word "AK" written on it and the skis covered with sponsored brand stickers.
He stood in the middle of the crowd.
Around me there is a blur of people coming and going.
He had a turtle ski guard hanging on his elbow and a patch on his butt.
People passing by him would turn their heads to look at this big guy wearing high-end snow clothes and using top-grade park skis, and the little turtle butt pad for novices in his hand, such an incongruous combination.
The pendant hanging on the mobile phone swayed. Weizhi curled the corners of her lips, put the phone under the display screen, and reopened the painting software.
So early that morning, the fans of "The Thief's Otaku" opened the website as usual to check if the missing wife had returned. They were pleasantly surprised to find that the shameless author had returned and updated two statuses:
Article 1: I’m drawing, I’m drawing!
The second one was a picture. In the blurred image of the crowd, a man covered in black and tightly wrapped in black was standing there, with a standing snowboard next to him and a green-haired turtle hanging on his thigh. There was a pink bow patch on the green-haired turtle's butt.
Two hours after the photo was posted, during the leisure time when everyone was getting up to eat breakfast, it had accumulated hundreds of comments——
They are just not very friendly.
Fan 1: …
Fan 2: What is this?
Fan 3: The composition of this painting looks like it was modified from a photo, awesome! The otaku lady got a surprise glimpse of her secret crush at the ski resort but failed in her attempt to flirt with him and could only take a sneak shot?
Fan 4: Why are you posting photos of your crush on this crappy little site? Are you looking for someone?
Fan 5: Looking for someone here? I clicked on her profile picture and saw all her paintings. When you approach people on the street, you introduce yourself as "Hello, I am a otaku, a GHS professional"? Will it work? Is it that I have some misunderstanding of the world or is it that the otaku has some misunderstanding of the world?
Fan 6: I waited for you for eleven days, and you showed me a man in clothes?
…
One hundred comments are omitted below.
Perhaps the example given by fan 5 was too vivid. The next afternoon, when the otaku wife should have been waking up, the image reproduced from this photo disappeared without a trace from her personal homepage.
…
After returning from Chongli, Weizhi stayed at home for a whole week. Every day, apart from washing her face and brushing her teeth, she was too lazy to even comb her hair. She was in a state of drunkenness and sleeplessness, isolated from the world.
She has made up for all the updates she missed in the past few days.
No one disturbed her and everyone seemed to be very busy, which made her very satisfied.
On the eighth day after God created the beautiful world, God decided to go to sleep.
Then troubles came along.
At around nine o'clock that evening, Wei Zhi, who had just finished writing a manuscript, was leaning against the stove, holding a bowl of water, preparing to add cold water to the pot of frozen dumplings that was cooking... At this time, the cell phone rang, and he looked at the caller. It was Jiang Chao.
She answered it.
She still remembered how this man spoke to her in the box. Even though this man was barely a brother in a backup capacity, Weizhi was not in a good mood with him.
"If you have anything to say, just tell me."
"Oh, this is what happened. Han's car key ran out of battery. He went to the 4S shop to replace the battery, which will take a while. He also left a computer in the car that he was going to use for a meeting tomorrow, and now he can't get it out. It's said that there's a complicated patient's information stored in it... He asked me to ask you if you could send his car key over to him."
Upon hearing this, Wei Zhi kicked off her slippers and went to search her bag - and sure enough, she found that when she sent Han Yiming home that night, his car keys were conveniently put into her pocket...
He probably kept quiet these days and used the spare key.
"Why are you calling?" She asked casually while weighing the key. "Where are the others?"
"There was a drunk driver who just got into a car accident. His car was badly damaged. He was doing a jigsaw puzzle for someone else," Jiang Chao sounded lazy. "You can bring the key over and pack some wontons for him. I saw that he was so busy this afternoon that he hasn't eaten a single bite yet..."
"I gave him the car keys and supper in the middle of the night," Wei Zhi asked, "Did he do something good?"
"Does saving the dying and the injured count?"
“…”
Calculate.
mard.
Weizhi, who was held hostage by morality, had a gloomy face. He threw the whole bag of unfinished dumplings into the pot. After the dumplings were cooked, he put them neatly in an insulated box, picked up the insulated box, took a taxi and went to the hospital.
We arrived at the place just before eleven.
The hospital was pitch black and there was only a nurse on duty. Relying on my memory, I found the floor where Han Yiming was on duty and asked a random nurse for directions. When she heard "Han Yiming", she was stunned for a moment, then looked up and down at the young girl in front of her who was wearing a thin autumn sweatshirt, jeans, a mask, and had dark circles under her eyes.
She was holding an insulated box in her hand, looking like a family member visiting the set.
I haven’t heard that Dr. Han has a girlfriend!
"Dr. Han's lounge is the second to last room on the right. There's a nameplate on the door... He's having surgery and will be back soon." The nurse looked at her watch, trying to hold back, but couldn't help asking, "Who are you...?"
"I'm just passing by." Wei Zhi said, "Meituan takeaway?"
Little nurse: “…”
Maeji made a face behind her mask and entered Han Il-myung's lounge.
His lounge was very Virgo-style, clean and tidy. Except for the quilt on the bed used by doctors to rest on duty, which had traces of being moved, everything else was tidy...
material.
Information book.
The office computer screen was still on, and next to it was a half-empty cup of water.
The only personal item on the table was a photo. Wei Zhi flipped it over and saw that it was a photo of her and Han Yiming when they were children at the amusement park...
She was wearing a colorful dress, with a red dot on her forehead made with lipstick, and her face was smiling brightly.
She couldn't even remember when the photo was taken.
With mixed feelings, Weizhi silently put the photo back.
I just found a place to sit down. After a while, the door was opened from the outside. A man in a white coat poked his head out and met Wei Zhi's eyes...
There was a moment of silence in the lounge.
The man's eyes moved, and there was a slight change of emotion in his originally dark pupils.
The fatigue between his brows dissipated a little, and he even smiled a little: "You really came. I originally said that I would take a taxi to find you to get the key after the operation. Just now Jiang Chao told me that he called you over, and I scolded you."
No one cares whether this smile is real or fake.
But he was the first to break the silence, and Wei Zhi stood up and climbed up the pole.
"Goodbye, what if there's an emergency and they need you?" She brushed off the non-existent dust on her body. "I'm fine anyway, so it's no big deal to make a trip... Oh, by the way, Jiang Chao said you were too busy today to eat, so I brought you some dumplings, would you like some?"
She picked up the lunch box.
Han Yiming was somewhat surprised. He had been a doctor for many years, and since he started working, the women he dated would visit him in hospitals at home or abroad for various purposes.
But it was the first time that he came in the dead of night, when no one was around, and simply gave him a car key and a box of hot dumplings.
The little girl was still wearing a mask and it was obvious that she was in a hurry to go out. Her hair was uncombed and draped over her shoulders in a mess. She was wearing canvas shoes on her feet. She looked very childish and unkempt.
Han Yiming didn't care. He moved his eyes to the insulated box held in the girl's white and tender hands and said gently, "I need to eat. I'm hungry... Take it out first. I'll go change my clothes."
Having said that, he turned and entered the small accompanying room.
Weizhi glanced at the blurry silhouette cast on the door, turned around and opened the lunch box——
Because the dumplings were covered while they were still warm, the lid was now tight. Weizhi struggled for a while.
I was gnashing my teeth to open my lunch box when someone came to make trouble. My cell phone rang and the vibration made it spin in circles on the table, which gave me a fright.
Wei Zhi thought it was Jiang Chao calling to check on her whether she was working properly, so she picked up the phone without thinking, and said "Hello", holding the phone between her ear and shoulder, while fiddling with the broken lunch box that was sucked tightly by the heat. Before the other party could say anything, she said, "I'm at the hospital, can you please stop rushing me——"
There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds.
After a while, a cold voice was heard, with a slightly hoarse voice: "Are you sick?"
When the voice entered his ears, Wei Zhi was stunned.
She blinked, threw away her lunch box, took down her phone with a little disbelief and looked at the caller - for the first time in her life, she couldn't believe her own eyes - and put the phone back to her ear: "Hello?"
The man's voice on the other end of the phone was the same as she remembered, neither hurried nor slow, and always with a hint of impatience: "What are you doing in the hospital?"
It was so cold and quiet that one couldn't tell whether he was asking casually or was really concerned.
Weizhi's palms were sweating as he held the phone.
"No, ah, I'm sending something to a friend -- a person -- to a person," Wei Zhi held the phone in his hand, "Is there something going on? Is everything ok? What's wrong with you?"
She was talking incoherently on the other end of the phone for a long time before she slowly said, "It's okay. We're going to Xinjiang in a few days. Do you want to go?"
This wave of invitations came unexpectedly.
Before Weizhi could react, the door of the small room opened and the man in a new shirt came out. He glanced at the girl with a tense face, holding the lunch box in one hand and the phone in the other...
The lunch boxes were not even opened.
He was talking on the phone very seriously.
Han Yiming raised an eyebrow and asked, "It's so late, who is it, Xiaozhi?"
The mature man's low, slightly tired voice came through the phone to the person on the other end of the line. By the time Weizhi reacted, it was too late to cover the phone.
…And actually she didn’t know why she was covering her phone.
It was very quiet on the other end of the phone, and only the man's steady breathing could be vaguely heard.
Her scalp tingled, and she lowered her voice and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "I'll talk on WeChat later," and she took the initiative to hang up the call.
…
Chongli.
In an old and dilapidated apartment.
Wine, peanuts and potato chips were scattered all over the floor. A lively American blockbuster was playing in the background, but no one turned back to take a look - everyone was sitting cross-legged, craning their necks, looking forward to watching their boss.
The boss had just been hung up on, but his expression didn't show any particular emotion. He just took a sip of the wine next to him and announced expressionlessly, "I didn't say whether I'll go or not."
Everyone's face showed a look of disgust as if "this is not the point at all".
Shan Chong knew what they were up to. He was silent for a moment and added, "She is with her boyfriend, so it's not convenient for her to talk."
The first blow hits hard.
At that moment, the surroundings fell into silence.
A long time passed.
Backstab burped, then asked creatively: "So, are you going to dig the wall?"
The author has something to say: The main reason for the appearance of these chapters is that the heroine went from "living a life of mediocrity" to "deciding not to be a mediocrity and escape from everything".
Why is the male supporting actor in this state right from the start? Because he is familiar with the female lead, having known her for more than ten years and her parents have intentionally tacitly agreed that they should be together, rather than just a random passerby making a move. However, this state is obviously not accepted by the female lead, and her rejection is gradually formed.
This article is not intended to be a face-slapping article. The character's personality has a process of growth. Why did their mind change? Because where they have been and who they have met have changed. This is the story I want to tell.
The heroine is like this, and the hero is like this too. There is no need to criticize any character's personality.
Don't be anxious.
And why did he suddenly call? The reason is in the next chapter, don't worry