Take It Easy

It's okay, don't think about it, who cares about this with you?

"He's not tall, but his fingers are quite long." Mu Qinglin said to himself.

Fu Xiao didn't hear clearly, and leaned over and asked, "What's the length?"

"It's nothing..." Mu Qinglin returned Fu Xiao's phone after returning the interface to the live broadcast, and said, "The Weibo series is still going on, and I'm quite addicted."

Fu Xiao took a look at it, and was amused on the spot, "Hahaha, I'm starting to get "sick" right now. Don't emoticons take up traffic? One shot in three or four rows, dominating the screen. "

The more Fu Xiao watched it, the more amusing he found it, he swipe the screen and said, "If I didn't have a job, I would just sit here and act with her."

"That's a pity." Mu Qinglin opened the browser and logged into his Weibo.

On the other side, Zhou Yi, who had worked hard for more than an hour to no avail, suddenly couldn't hold on any longer. She changed a frantic expression and poked it out, muttering: "Dignified and provincial, even invite traffic stars Don’t you have any money to attract fans? No wonder the employees are so poor that they want to drink the northwest wind.”

After the complaints were over, Zhou Yi shared the link of the live broadcast on his Weibo.

She has nearly 50,000 fans anyway, and she can trick one into it.

After the link is shared successfully, it will automatically return to the live broadcast interface.

In the comment area, there was a text under the neat/crazy emoji.

Zhou Yixin said which fan is so quick, take a closer look: 【Look at the private message. 】

"?" Told her?

Otherwise, who else could it be? She is obviously the only living person in the comment area.

Zhou Yi cut out from the live broadcast sadly, and there was a little red dot in the "News" column.

She opened it conveniently: [Zhou Yi? 】

Zhou Yi was surprised, she had no idea how her three-dimensional information was exposed, she never showed her face when she posted on Weibo, let alone told her fans her real name!

Zhou Yi cautiously looked for clues from the Weibo nickname at the top of the conversation—Mu Qinglin.

…

Other people's Weibo nicknames can't wait to wear a hundred layers of vests. This awesome guy, using his real name, uses Weibo as a WeChat messenger?

Ugh? ?

Mu Qinglin? ?

Zhou Yi shuddered suddenly, the phone came out of his hand and hit Fa Cai's head, causing him to step on the phone in pain, and scratch Zhou Yi desperately with the other foot through the air.

Zhou Yi turned a deaf ear to it, and just wanted to say what kind of tortuous fate arrangement is this?

Can a comment still be deleted?

Can Weibo account logout be compressed from 14 days to 14 seconds?

play dead...

Mu Qinglin: [The prompt is typing, don't try to play dead. 】

Zhou Yi glanced at the input box that was opened by mistake due to shaking hands and the comma that betrayed her, feeling numb inside.

Let go for a while, Zhou Yi set aside Kai Cai, then wiped off the paw prints on the screen one by one with his barely clean head, and typed with the phone in his hand.

Buddha Devil Nine: [Who is pretending to be dead, can't you type slowly with disabled hands? 】

Mu Qinglin: [You can't pierce me so neatly? He didn't let him say a word, and smacked his mouth when he did. 】

Buddha Demon Nine: [Amnesia.jpg]

Mu Qinglin: [/smile]

Mu Qinglin smiled until Zhou Yi felt hairy all over. She lifted her toes up, signaling Fa Cai who had just come over to get out, and then ran back to the house to warm up the radiator.

Lu Chang and that woman happened to come out. They were well-dressed, and it was impossible to tell what they had just done.

"Xiao Jiu, I'm going back to the bar first, and I'll bring you cake tonight." Lu Chang said flatteringly.

Zhou Yi's tone was cold, "After watching this kind of thing, do you think I can still eat it?"

Embarrassment flashed across Lu Chang's face, and he whispered something to the woman, only to see her angrily shake her arms and leave "Buddha Demon".

Lu Chang walked to Zhou Yi's side, laughed at himself, and said, "Xiao Jiu, I know it's disgusting to make money like this, but I can't continue looking for someone without money. I'm not you, I don't just have a picture I only have the ability to earn tens of thousands, and I only have a face."

Lu Chang's tone was very calm, but Zhou Yi felt very uncomfortable.

She shouldn't use her own situation to judge others, but...

Zhou Yi clenched her phone tightly, her tone impetuous, "With such money, even if you find your sister in the end, she won't be happy!"

Hearing this, Lu Chang's silent eyes shook violently.

He was so impressed by this sentence.

Lu Yao used to tell him like this, she said: "Brother, it doesn't matter if you are poor, and it's okay to work hard, as long as your waist is straight, no one will look down on you."

Now…

Lu Chang closed his eyes forcefully, forcing himself to ignore the impact of Zhou Yi's words, and said wearily, "Let's talk when we find it. You are busy, so I'll go first."

"Lu Chang!" Zhou Yi couldn't control his voice.

Lu Chang, "Huh?"

Zhou Yi frowned, and reminded in a deep voice, "Don't recruit people you can't recruit."

This is more than a year of acquaintance, and Zhou Yi once again expressed his concern for Lu Chang. Even if it is reserved, it can still touch Lu Chang.

He couldn't believe it for a moment, and when he realized it, his eyes started to turn sour. Afraid of being seen by Zhou Yi, he used his hand to cover it by grabbing his hair, and turned his back to her and said, "Don't worry, I know how to measure, but you..."

Lu Chang tried his best to suppress his emotions, and said seriously to Zhou Yi, "Listen to my brother's advice, if you have the opportunity, learn something. You can make money by drawing manuscripts now, and you can make a lot of money, but when you leave Hongmen Lane, where is it?" High-rise buildings?

Those spacious and bright places are not for people like us who have no education and knowledge to enter, and even the people there seem to be nobler than us. "

Is that right?

It was a long time after Lu Chang left that Zhou Yi thought of asking this question.

But even if it was, she didn't want to listen to these earnest persuasion.

Compared with the bustling outside standing in front of people, now she wants the mediocrity hidden behind people in Hongmen Lane.

…

The phone automatically locks the screen if it has not been touched for a long time.

Zhou Yi double-clicked to open it, and saw a new message from Mu Qinglin: [If you don't draw well, why are you squatting on our Weibo? 】

what…

That's right, why did she go to the provincial Taiwan Weibo?

Zhou Yi stared at this sentence for a long time and didn't expect the answer before realizing that she was distracted. She rubbed her face vigorously, and said in a irritating tone: [Of course I'm watching a show while eating melons. Let's see if it's your station's live broadcast, or Yong'an The water of the river is cool. 】

As soon as this sentence was sent, Zhou Yi wanted to withdraw it.

She's not sick, so how could she spend more than an hour squatting on Weibo and commenting on them because of this **** reason, she is, she is—

"It's so annoying!" Zhou Yi slumped in the chair like a mangy dog, throwing his arms and kicking his legs, and accidentally kicked the radiator. The voice was so loud that Xiao Hei hurriedly poked his head over and asked her, "What happened?!"

Zhou Yi looked at the roof with serene eyes, "I blew up..."

Xiao Hei, "It was fried neatly, a complete piece, with nose and eyes."

Zhou Yi was paralyzed motionless, and clicked on Weibo again when he felt that his life was finally over.

Mu Qinglin hadn't called her back yet, until 8 o'clock in the evening, when Yang Ling came back to talk about the incident of a student jumping off a building in the attached high school, she still didn't reply.

"Is there anything you can't think of about jumping off the building?" Tang Yuanzhou asked.

Yang Ling sighed, "It's a lot of pressure. That girl seems to be in a key class. She used to have very good grades and was always in the top ten of her age. This semester, she suddenly failed. Weekly and monthly exams, the worse she got, the worse she got this time. Not even a thread is enough.

The teacher had no choice but to call the parents. It was supposed to solve the problem, but the parents slapped the child when they came up. Teenagers are forgetful, but they are thin-skinned, how can they bear it? Ugh. "

Tang Yuanzhou understood Yang Ling as a teacher, and how heartbroken it was to see such a thing. He put his arms around Yang Ling's shoulder to comfort him, and asked, "How is he?"

"I don't know, I didn't dare to watch it." Yang Ling said: "You turn on the TV, there should be news."

Tang Yuanzhou drove immediately.

The default provincial station is just on the air.

Zhou Yi heard Mu Qinglin's voice as soon as she came out of the studio. Unlike the previous attitude of calmly stating what happened, today her voice is a bit deep and tight, and she is asking the camera, "The last one that overwhelms a senior high school student. What is the straw? The strict college entrance examination system, or the excessive expectations of parents?"

Zhou Yi didn't think too much about why Mu Qinglin behaved like this, but when he confirmed that the voice belonged to her, he made his procrastination more straightforward.

Consciousness dragged her to see Mu Qinglin.

However, the camera passed through the chaotic crowd, but finally focused on a pink schoolbag.

She has seen this schoolbag before.

Zhou Yi's heart sank suddenly, and he said, "I'll go out for a while."

Yang Ling, "Now? Where are you going?"

Zhou Yi hesitated to speak, licked his dry lips and said, "That girl has been to the shop before."

Later, she wanted to come again, but she said "no" and blocked the door.

At that time, her appeal for help was so obvious.

—

The emergency department at night was still crowded with people, Zhou Yi strode to the duty desk and asked, "Where are the people from the attached middle school?!"

Nurse, "Who are you?"

Zhou Yi, "I don't know..."

Nurse, "Then I can't tell you, we have regulations..."

"I just look at her!"

"Sorry, this is a rule, don't embarrass me."

"I…"

"Zhou Yi?" Mu Qinglin's slightly surprised voice came from one side.

Zhou Yi was taken aback for a moment, and quickly turned around to look at her.

The light-colored clothes Mu Qinglin was wearing today had blood all over them, from the chin to the neck, it was shocking to see.

"You—" Zhou Yi's voice trembled a little.

Mu Qinglin came over, tore off her clothes, and explained to her, "It's not my blood."

"Why are you here?" Mu Qinglin asked.

The emergency department often had reporters coming to interview her. The nurse knew Mu Qinglin well and told her quickly, "This little sister wants to meet the girl sent by the attached high school."

"Hmm..." Mu Qinglin nodded to the nurse, and looked at Zhou Yi again, "Did you recognize it?"

Zhou Yi didn't want to say too much, "How is she?"

"not optimistic…"

"!" Zhou Yi was stunned, bumping into Mu Qinglin's strange self with dark eyes, she quickly lowered her head to avoid it, gritted her teeth and said, "Thank you..."

After speaking, Zhou Yi turned around and left.

His eyes were downcast, his face was pale, and his clenched hands were shaking violently.

Mu Qinglin never dreamed that one day she would see Zhou Yi like this, she subconsciously grabbed her wrist and said, "Wait for me a while, I'll go back to Taiwan after finishing the business here, you can take my car. "

Zhou Yi struggled to refuse, "I can't sit still..."

"Zhou Yi!" Mu Qinglin's grip on Zhou Yi's wrist increased, "Aren't you tired when you see who gets stabbed every day? Can you lose a piece of meat by listening to a word?!"

Even though Mu Qinglin suppressed it intentionally, it was still very loud. The doctor on duty heard it and reminded him displeasedly, "This is a hospital, so we need to quarrel!"

Mu Qinglin held her breath and bowed to the doctor, "Sorry..."

Turning around and looking at Zhou Yi again, her hands were already hanging down, her bangs were covering her eyes, and when she spoke, her voice was muffled, without the momentum, "You're going to break your bones."

Mu Qinglin was taken aback for a moment, then he let go of his hand after realizing it, and his voice softened, "It's easy to stop."

"Who will comment on your channel if it's broken?" Zhou Yi buzzed and said, "It's so cold that it's going to close down, and you still have the face to yell at people."

"Young villain will file a complaint first." Mu Qing smiled angrily, but her brows and eyes softened, thinking that the little hedgehog had returned.

Mu Qinglin exhaled lightly, and changed the subject further, "Alas..."

She lifted Xia Zhouyi's chin with her index finger, quickly retracted her hand before she called, and said, "I haven't replied to what I said before. Why are you squatting on our Weibo? The tattoo shop can't continue, and I want to switch to a sailor gone?"

When I heard this, I didn't read the information she posted on Weibo.

At that time, I was probably busy going to the attached middle school to shoot the scene.

Zhou Yi thought to himself.

Seeing that she was silent, Mu Qinglin asked with a smile, "Are you dumb?"

"You're the only one who's dumb." Zhou Yi frowned.

Mu Qinglin raised his eyebrows, "Then what are you doing squatting there? Could it be that you really like watching old artists having tea parties in the background? The last time I saw you and Lao Cai had a good chat."

Shit, she doesn't have that much free time.

Zhou Yi squeezed her fingers, turned her head to avoid Mu Qinglin's gaze, and faltered for a while, saying, "Just think I'm admitting my mistake to you."

When Mu Qinglin heard Zhou Yi's words, his eyes lit up, and a smile appeared in his eyes, "Recognize what? Speak louder, I'm hard of hearing."

"Back your uncle." Zhou Yi rolled his eyes readily, and by the way, kicked his back, was kicked back by Mu Qinglin, and said, "It won't be better for three seconds, right?"

Zhou Yi stumbled and was kicked straight, staring and not speaking.

Seeing her familiar expression, Mu Qinglin became more at ease, regardless of whether the little hedgehog would tie herself into a sieve, raised her hand, pressed her head and rubbed it vigorously, and said: "It's okay, don't think about it, who will talk to you?" Count these?"