Unconsciously, the average subscription score of the book "Almighty Family" has successfully exceeded 6,200 people, and such a high subscription result has far exceeded Lin Yang's expectations. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

To be honest, an online novel has an average score of 6,200 people, and it can already be ranked on the starting point of Chinese in 2005.

Today's Lin Yang, even if he is not the starting point of the online god, can also be called the "little god of online literature". After all, in 2005, the monthly manuscript fee exceeded 10,000 online authors, even if they were not rare, there would never be more than 30, if nothing else, he was likely to be invited to participate in this year's starting point annual meeting, which is the "holy land" he yearns for.

For Lin Yang, writing books to make money is one thing, but the most important reason is that Lin Yang loves writing books in his bones, he likes to write books very much, he likes the characters he writes, and he can be liked and recognized by readers.

Brother Liang and Sister Qian have been gone for a few months, and in the empty rental house, Lin Yang is often alone, locked in the room and coding words.

I don't know why, I used to think that this rental house was a bit small, but now I think it's so big, so big that Lin Yang is alone, with two rooms, a living room, a balcony, a kitchen, and two bathrooms.

When he is alone, in addition to sitting in front of the computer and coding words, Lin Yang occasionally thinks crankily.

For a long time, Lin Yang has been avoiding a very real problem, because even Lin Yang himself doesn't know what kind of feelings he has for the head teacher, Teacher Zhan.

It wasn't until recently that Lin Yang deeply felt that he must have fallen in love with Teacher Zhan.

But the problem is that Lin Yang knows very well that the person he loves is obviously Liu Limin, and he has always been.

Between Teacher Zhan and Limin, there must be a love that is fake.

Just like the real and fake Monkey King, Lin Yang thinks that he should find out this fake Monkey King from his heart.

Either I love Liu Limin, or I love Teacher Zhan, it is absolutely impossible for the two to love together.

Lin Yang wanted to find out a fake, but he gradually found that it was so difficult to find a fake from his heart.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Teacher Zhan's life is in danger, Lin Yang will definitely come to the rescue, just like the time in the school equipment room a few days ago, he can even sacrifice his own life. As for Limin? Not to mention, if anyone dares to hurt her, Lin Yang will definitely double her return.

Greed and obsession are a test that every ordinary person has to face, even if they are rich enough to be a local tyrant like Wang Jianlin and Ma Yun, there is no way to be truly desireless.

Saturday.

Rental houses.

Night.

When everyone was working hard for the final exam, Lin Yang was still calm and calm, sitting in front of the computer and burying his head in the code.

Dead.

After Lin Yang coded a chapter of the novel, he stretched his waist, and then operated the mouse, and clicked into Mr. Zhan's blog - "Watchman" in the bookmark of the web page.

This has almost become Lin Yang's habit, for two or three days in a row, every time before going to bed, he will go to Mr. Zhan's "Watchman" blog to take a turn to see if there are any latest developments.

It's a pity that every time Lin Yang clicks in to see it with anticipation, there is still no update on the homepage of the blog, and the last time Mr. Zhan updated the blog was two or three weeks ago.

Remembering that yesterday, he went to the clinic to buy cough drops and cold medicine for Teacher Zhan, Lin Yang looked forward to it, Teacher Zhan would mention himself on his blog, and then publish a diary of being moved by his students.

However, it turns out that Lin Yang really thinks too much, and Lin Yang didn't read the dozens of original logs published by Mr. Zhan on his blog, so he read them all over again, and almost none of them had something to do with him.

"Huh? That's right? Teacher Zhan actually updated a log called "I'm Not Waiting for You" tonight? ”

Lin Yang muttered in his mouth, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, at first glance, he was still a little unsure, thinking that he had been a little dazzled recently, and then, he approached the screen and carefully looked at the publication time of the journal.

That's right, this is a new journal that Mr. Zhan just published at 9 o'clock this evening.

After confirming the doubt, Lin Yang did not hesitate for a moment, clicked in, opened the log, scrolled the mouse up and down, glanced at the page roughly, and dug a slot! Teacher Zhan doesn't say anything, and when she writes, she sprinkles thousands of words......

Lin Yang had a very complicated mentality and looked at it from the beginning.

"Together for the eighth year.

He was a junior in my sophomore year of high school, and at that time it was popular to have pen pals at school, and we met through pen pals. When we first met, we always had an amazing tacit understanding and endless topics to talk about, so after two months of chatting through letters, he graduated from the college entrance examination.

On the night of the end of the college entrance examination, with the strength of alcohol, he asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend, and so we both started the first love of our lives.

In the first year, he went to another city to study at university, and I was in my third year of high school. At that time, we didn't have mobile phones, so we could only communicate by letter and occasionally talk about the phone... In the first year, distance and schoolwork are not a problem.

In the second year, I went to university in a city that was a nine-hour drive from him, and because of time and money, I could see him about once a semester, no matter how late it was, and I insisted on making a phone call. In winter, when it is minus 10 degrees, I have to go to the water room a few hundred meters away at night to get two thermos of hot water and then carry it up to the sixth floor. In the second year of being together, when I thought that we could be together every day during the winter and summer vacations, no matter how far away it was, it was not a distance.

In the third year, there are not as many things to say as there are in the first two years, but I will still be amused by him. This year, there have been more quarrels, because he doesn't remember my birthday, because he skips class, because he plays games and ignores me... Even mentioned the breakup. In the third year, the love period has passed, but the habit of calling him is still there.

In his fourth year, he was a senior and had academic pressure. Because I studied medicine, I don't seem to have much of a way out if I don't go to graduate school. How chic he was when he skipped class and played games, and how depressed he was when he was preparing for exams. This year, he was under a lot of pressure and emotional ups and downs, the pressure of his family, the pressure of his studies, he couldn't breathe, I couldn't help him except listen to him quietly on the phone and complain and encourage him not to cause him trouble... You can't cook him a nutritious meal, you can't pour him a glass of hot milk when he's reading at night, you can't hug him when he's sad... In the fourth year, I basically didn't talk on the phone much.

In his fifth year, he went to graduate school at the university. I had less classes in my senior year, so I had plenty of time to see him. Maybe it's this year, because we stayed together a little longer, and there were more quarrels. Every time I took a long-distance bus to his rented house, the first thing I did was to wash the moldy dishes that he had put in the sink, wash the ten or twenty pairs of white socks that he had piled up on the ground, and put a small basin of his internal organs. Wash the pants clean... It will also be because I am cooking and washing dishes in the kitchen, and he is mentally uncomfortable playing with the computer in the room... In my fifth year, I began to wonder if the person who accompanied me from high school to college was what I wanted.........

In the 6th year, because he said that he wanted to return to his hometown to develop, he wanted to graduate in the future and go to work in the Municipal People's Hospital. So when I was recruiting, I signed Meicheng without hesitation. I think it's okay, it's just a year, I'll wait for him first. So this year, we went to Xiamen for a trip together, and although I used up my savings after work, I seemed to find the feeling of love again during the trip. In the sixth year, we met twice and had a ten-minute phone call every day.

The 7th year, that is, last year. After finishing graduate school, he chose to continue his doctoral examination. I didn't get in on the first attempt. I know how much courage it takes to make such a choice. This also means that we have to stay in different places forever... Until he gets in... This year, we met in person, and we called every two or three days for two minutes at a time.

I dare not think back to how we have persevered in the past eight years. We obviously have boyfriend and girlfriend, but we have been single young people for eight years. I know that when I envy others for having a boyfriend to pick them up, he is also jealous that others have a girlfriend to accompany them; I know that while I was watching my colleague and boyfriend talk to me, he was also witnessing my brother and girlfriend hugging and hugging; I know how much I wish he was by my side when I was moving alone and walking alone at night, and he also wished he could be by my side...

But the love at the beginning has been diluted by time.

In the past eight years, he has given me three birthday presents and two Valentine's Days. He came to see me only a handful of times; He doesn't take the initiative to care about me, he doesn't send me a text message in his free time, he always complains to me... But he had a great sense of humor and always made me laugh; He was a gentleman, sharing a bed for the first year, and after I refused his request, he never mentioned it again until the fourth year when I took the initiative; He has a good temper and never loses his temper with me; When I mentioned breaking up, he never gave up on our relationship once...

One night a few days ago, I had a fever and was shivering. This was a critical period when he was preparing for the Ph.D. exam, and he encountered something unpleasant and called me to complain. I didn't plan to tell him about my illness, I was afraid that it would affect him, I don't know why my nose was sour when I heard his voice, and I wanted to cry when I thought that I was alone in a city, with no family, no friends, only colleagues, and no one to accompany me to the hospital when I was sick.

As he spoke, he noticed that something was wrong, and I was coughing all the time. I said I had a fever and was so uncomfortable. He said oh, then you take some medicine and drink more hot water, so he didn't say anything more and hung up the phone. Tears welled up in his eyes. He didn't call until this morning, but completely forgot about my illness... At that moment, I was completely dead to him.

I have seen a passage, which probably says, I don't depend on you materially, financially, and spiritually, what do I want you to do?

After eight years of dating, I never knew what I wanted, but at that moment, I finally knew what I didn't want.

In the past eight years, there have been so many moments of disappointment, but it doesn't matter, because it's you, I've already made hundreds of excuses for you in my heart; Eight years is a long time, I have changed from a high school student to a high school teacher, from a sister in the mouth of a child to an aunt, but it doesn't matter, because there is you on the other end of the phone, you grow up with me; There have been a lot of temptations in the past eight years, and I have pursued you and me, but it doesn't matter, you are on the other side of the map with me to persevere....

However, in just one moment, eight years of persistence collapsed in an instant. I don't wait for you, I don't know when you will grow up and be as responsible as a man; If you don't wait for you, you will make me laugh and make me cry; I don't wait for you, I also want to be a little princess who is cared for by my boyfriend, and I also want to be accompanied when I am sick; I don't want to wait for you, I also want the two of them to cook and wash the dishes together; I'm not waiting for you, I also want to have a gift for my birthday, a rose for Valentine's Day...

I won't wait for you, wait any longer, I'll be old........."

Sitting in front of the computer and reading Mr. Zhan's diary from beginning to end, Lin Yang's originally calm mood couldn't calm down for a long time.

He never knew that Teacher Zhan had come over with such a person for so many years, and although Lin Yang couldn't empathize with the ups and downs, he was also distressed.

(To be continued.) )