After Chapter 31 (Ask for Recommendation!Ask for Collection!Ask for Reward!)

The operation was successful.

Not only successful, but also extremely successful, so successful that even Yuan Cofferan, who presided over the operation, felt that it was incredible.

When Bai An opened his eyes, a bright light flew in through the gap in the curtains of the isolation room.

Blurred the white of the room.

He slowly adjusted to the light, opened his eyes indifferently, and just looked at the smallpox quietly, stunned and complicated to taste the pain and weakness flowing in his body, and ...... Phantasmal vitality.

"Crackle, crackle......"

Like what's the sound.

"Bang

Bai An's cranial nerves, which still had a little residual anesthetic afterglow, jumped, slowly turned his neck, and looked at the right side of the room with a little confusion.

Ye Wanran.

The woman slapped through the glass in surprise, and her mouth opened and closed, as if she was saying something non-stop.

She smiled at him with tears in her eyes.

There is also a cold-looking man, who has always been meticulous in his suit, but rarely has folds.

Chen Long spread his face as always, nodded at Bai An beside Ye Wanran, his glasses were instantly detached from the refraction of the light, and a pair of bloodshot eyes were clearly revealed.

He rolled Lan Miaomiao's eyes in a daze, and saw a row of people waiting there on the opposite side of the corridor outside the glass.

There was still a little anxious teenager on his cold face, and he stood up with a hula.

Beside him, Lin Yuan hugged the sleeping Lin Yuyi and looked at him intently.

Yang Zi, who had seen her before, sat on the back of the chair, her head dozing off one by one.

There were also a few men and women, familiar or unfamiliar, side by side with them, occupying all the seats in Bai An's field of vision.

The impact of this moment made Bai An speechless.

The warmth that gushes out of the heart and lungs, the veins nourish the whole soul, the soul from another world.

A real freshman.

Bai An turned his head slightly, continued to stare at the miserable white ceiling in a daze, and then, when the sound of the key opening the door sounded, he silently hooked the corners of his mouth.

It's kind of a strong laugh.

Hello, New World.

……

Half a month later, Bai An, who was still recuperating in the hospital, lazily leaned on the pillow and swiped Weibo with a smile.

Under his Weibo account, the screen is full of blessings and flowers and candles.

In the end, the news of the illness was not hidden.

On the day of his surgery, the news was invincible, and he instantly put aside the news of the popular first-line student transformation press conference, and domineeringly stepped on the first announcement of Yan Tianhou's album, which made headlines again.

The click-through rate and the number of comments despise the world's leaders, and the screen is swiped in a non-negotiable posture, and there is a lot of mourning below.

The strange men and women that Bai An saw when he woke up were all representatives of the White Father and White Mother fan group.

Speaking of which, the worst thing is the Jinling Bai family, when the news of Bai An's cancer came out, the Bai family represented by Bai Yihe once again lay down because of anger.

Under the tide of "omnipotent" netizens rising up and blackening, the Qixian Bai family has become a dog who hates the Bai family, bullying a seriously ill teenager who has just lost his parents or something, it can't be more tasteless.

The old man of the Bai family almost had a heart attack, not to mention, the family was about to cry with knee pain.

Thousands of grief and indignation turned into one heart.

#都是白亦何的错!#

Bai An was only allowed to touch the computer for a week after recuperation, and the news of the successful operation had already been released, and after so long under the jubilation, it was already calm, and he was speechless when he looked at the original route.

Uncle Bai sighed sadly, looked at Bai Yi's face on yesterday's news photo with a deep sigh, and made a final concluding speech: "It's all fate......"

It's all dead.

Then, he secretly rubbed his chin and thought earnestly about how to repay the masses.

As a more uncivilized earthling, he knows how to play the Internet more than a citizen of Huayiguo who swears less swearing.

The so-called eight killers in the Weibo industry: Gao Xiaosong's freedom, Ma Jianguo's paintings, the link of the apostle, Ding Yichen's song, Xue Zhiqian's jokes, Liu Quanyou's hands, Casual Lu's nails, Wang Sicong's dog.

In a harmonious communist society, everyone is a joker, and only one hand is used to drive.

After that, Bai An became a national joker......

Stop---the building is crooked.

It's a terrible thought.

He's going to be a young man!

However, the science man Li Weiqi only brushes Weibo and can't go to Douban, and at this moment he wants to find some dry goods for literature and art, but he can think about it...... I can't think of it.

At this moment, Bai An suddenly saw that a message had been refreshed on his Weibo.

Holy!

He didn't send a message...... Click on it to take a look, and the result is the link Weibo officially sent by Qingyu Culture Co., Ltd.

#白伯清遗子白安病中诗作整理, "Light" will be officially released tomorrow morning. #

What the hell?!

Bai An looked confused.

He took out his mobile phone from under the pillow and dialed Chen Long.

"Bai An?" The phone rang and the other side was connected: "You want to ask about the poetry collection." ”

Bai An: "......"

It's so annoying that everyone around me has such a high IQ!

The other party didn't care about his pause, and when he heard the sound of breathing on the phone, he directly said: "The poem was collected by Mrs. Ye when she helped you sort out things, plus the one on Weibo, she specially arranged the version and handed it to me, so that Qingyu could publish it directly." There is another sentence that he didn't say, Mrs. Ye probably also had a little bit of surgery failure to help him leave some traces in the world.

After all, the success rate of the surgery was only 30 percent.

Bai An knew that the Mrs. Ye in Long Chen's mouth was referring to Ye Wanran.

However, when sorting things out to collect?

Poem?

Bai An suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a habit of writing down the poems he read every morning on paper......

Long Chen: "Do you remember?"

Bai An's face was blue and white: "I want to ...... got up...... "But those really didn't write them!" Nima is the work of different people, you are very smart and cultured people, can't you see the difference in writing style?!

Isn't that a point! In a book of poetry, people wouldn't think I'm a fine man?

"That ......" Bai An plucked up his courage: "Can you not release it... I don't really want to put those poems out, and you don't think the stylistic changes in those poems are a bit ......."

"Some jumps?"

The person on the other side of the phone listened to him quietly, and said calmly: "First, the poetry collection has been printed, and the news has been announced, and it is impossible to withdraw it." ”

Bai An was not surprised to be rejected, but at this time, it was inevitable to be disappointed.

Chen Long's voice continued to come calmly: "Second, Qingyu's condition these days is a little bad, the writer has left, people's hearts are disheartened, continue to ask for a signboard that can boost morale, the quality of your poems is good, and this is also the responsibility you need to bear." ”

"As for your style, it's a bit ......jumpy," he paused, "Don't worry, everyone will understand your mood at the time." ”

The corners of Bai An's mouth twitched, it turns out that the mental condition of the cancer boy is no different from the essence in your eyes?