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The PP of the morning sun rang.

Click on the message bar, and Wen Xia's dialog box pops up.

A screenshot from above.

The screenshot is that he used Ye Liangchen's identity to talk to Long Fei in the sky forum, and there are only seven words written under the picture: "To be honest, this is you!"

Regarding Ye Liangchen's identity, Chenyang did not intend to hide anything.

After all, his fundamental purpose is not to open a trumpet, but to make Chenxi understand that in this world, the person she is obsessed with is just a scum packaged because of her appearance.

Of course, before pulling off the shell of Long Fei Zaitian, a scumbag, Ye Liangchen must keep this girl a secret.

As for the others, he didn't feel anything at all.

However, even if he thought so, Chen Yang was still surprised by Wen Xia's keenness, and without thinking about it, he replied, "Huh, how do you know?"

"I don't know, I guess. ”

"Oh, that's right. ”

Wen Xia sent a blood-vomiting expression, "You think I'm stupid, you just asked about Long Fei in the morning in the morning, and there was an accident in the afternoon forum, it's not who you are?"

Laughing, Chenyang advised, "Don't tell Chenxi, hide this from her first." ”

Wen Xia: "Well, but what are you going to do? Long Fei is a veteran in the Huaxia Novel Forum, and there are so many fans, how can you get him to quit?"

Chenyang didn't answer, but asked, "Do you know what writers care about the most?"

Wen Xia: "What?

Looking at Wen Xia's reply, Chenyang replied with a stinky fart, "It seems that you are very smart." ”

Wen Xia: "Poof! I'm not very happy!"

"Anyway, just wait and see, this guy won't be more than three months old, and he will definitely not appear in the Huaxia Novel Forum again. Smirked at the computer, Chenyang typed this sentence ruthlessly.

……

Wen Xia family.

Seeing such a reply, Wen Xia was almost speechless.

She couldn't be in a hurry here, for fear that someone would be dug up and damage his reputation as a third-tier writer, but now it's a good thing, but the person she was worried about still sold her off.

"Kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs!"

Muttering, Wen Xia put the phone aside, and lay on the kang silently and got angry.

On the kang, Wen Xia's grandparents were watching TV, and the two old people didn't notice that their granddaughter, who was still angry just now, quickly picked up her phone again, but this time, she showed a smile like a fan girl on her face.

One page.

Two.

Three pages.

Five pages.

and Chenyang's news record was quickly turned over by Wen Xia.

The further she scrolled, the bigger the smile on her face, and the more obvious the worry in her eyes.

What to do?

She seems to like Chenyang.

But can she really like someone else?

Or will anyone really like that true self?

When she put down her phone for the second time, Wen Xia fell into a deep entanglement.

……

Chinese Novel Forum.

The dialogue between Ye Liangchen and Long Fei Zaitian was also talked about by netizens.

"Damn, what does Ye Liangchen mean by this?"

"Who knows, it shouldn't be to force Long Fei by writing a novel. ”

"I'll go, Ye Liangchen shouldn't really be in the second middle school to PK Long Fei in such a stupid way. ”

"I feel that it should be the flow of technology, Hei Longfei's computer, digging Longfei's material. ”

"This can be there. ”

"Technology flow? Do you think that the first ten people are hackers these days? This method is the most unlikely to be good, I think it should be a shareholder or a moderator, and directly kick Long Fei out. ”

"Hahaha, this one is even more fierce!"

There are many speculations in the direction, but no matter which one it is, no one thinks that Ye Liangchen will use the method of writing a novel to defeat Long Fei in the sky.

Even if Long Fei said the key words in the sky in the end, no one thinks this is a wise method, after all, it is too difficult to write a novel, and it is even more so to write in the post bar, Long Fei has also written in the sky for several years before he has his current fame, no matter how awesome you Ye Liangchen is, you are not a newcomer?

However, just when everyone thought it was nonsense to write a novel, a post titled "Don't miss it when you pass by, the best realistic novel of the year in history is freshly released, welcome onlookers" appeared in the public eye, and the poster was Ye Liangchen.

Netizens were stunned.

"Hold the grass!"

"Is it really Ye Liangchen?"

"Writing novels, why do you want to write novels!"

"6666, my good day, you are really my idol. ”

At the same time as the shock, many people clicked in.

……

Ode to Joy

[Tan Zongming saw that Andy was soft and hard, so he had to throw out the killer weapon carefully prepared for this trip. He placed a copy in front of Andy. "If you look at this, you have to go back to China. ”

Andy smiled, "Old Tan, why bother. ”

But she still opened the photocopy in front of her. It's hard for Lao Tan to carry such a thick piece of paper brick thousands of miles away, coupled with the fact that Andy and Tan Zongming worked together in their early years, cooperated tacitly, and had a deep friendship, she had no reason to reject Lao Tan thousands of miles away, although returning to China was not attractive to her.

She was an orphan, she made her home all over the world, and New York was the most familiar place in her life, and the feeling of familiarity was the feeling of security, and she demanded safety. However, as the pages turned, Andy's skinny face suddenly changed color. "This is my roster of all the boys born in 1983 in my hometown?"

"To be precise, it is a register of all the boys whose births were registered in 1983 on the register of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. ”

"You...... What do you mean...... There's my brother in there?"

"Yes. There are prerequisites for this: First, your memory when you were three years old must be accurate. It has been proven that you are a high-IQ genius, and the accuracy of your memory is beyond doubt. So let's first delineate two elements: a boy and a boy born in 1983, and second, in your memory, the woman who took your newborn brother with a local accent is a local accent, and the woman will directly call your brother a son if she has obtained a treasure. So I'm going to circle the third element, which is that a local woman stole your brother, not for the purpose of human trafficking, but to steal it back to be her own son. Due to the scarcity of population movement in China in 1983, the people I commissioned did not find a suitable family to move out of your hometown in 1983, so I assume that your brother is still in his hometown, and he was taken in as a moth, and under the strict household registration policy of that year, he went through the legal birth registration in 1983. ”

Tan Zongming quietly peeled off the cocoon, just like discussing tens of millions of projects with Andy in the early years. "The friend I commissioned said that the people who are still alive are here. Further verification requires your cooperation. I see, Andy, the curtain has been lifted, and the protagonist should stand in the center of the stage. Let's go back home. ”

Andy didn't answer, her mind flew back to more than twenty years ago.

A perilous winter night...... The black ...... that can't see the five fingers The mournful sound of the wind was mixed with the woman's mournful cry...... "It's time to give birth tonight, hurry, hard." "......, the one with the handle." "...... "Son, my son, my precious son......" ...... The baby's crying and broken footsteps faded away...... The woman still screamed loudly and in a low voice...... Splitting headaches, unbearable hunger, and grogginess...... When I woke up, little Andy was already in the children's welfare home. Andy later consulted the records of the children's welfare home, and found that her admission was on February 4, 1983, the beginning of the lunar calendar, and the director gave her a name, He Lichun. Lichun is also the day of her mother's death. Even if a genius is like Andy, all she has is such a rare fragment of memory.

"I'm going back!" Andy took a sip of water, took three deep breaths, took another sip of water, and took a deep breath again......]