Recently, the wind direction on the forum is very strange, and the honorary head of the Great God Street Sightseeing Group found that the recent article posted by the Great God is very wrong.

The reason why Yan Yan (Fang Lingxiang's pen name) is known as the god of fighting the street is because his articles are indeed full of cold spots, grooves and poisonous points, but you have to admit that throwing these away, his writing is beautiful, his writing is old and spicy, laughing and scolding, all of which are human feelings.

But the tone of his writing is: gray, cold, sad and trivial.

Most of them don't want to bother to read sad texts these days. Everyone is looking forward to goldfingers, counterattacks, abuse scum, and killings in all directions, and become winners in life. Don't read an article and then let the author tell you that the world is difficult and the salted fish can't turn over.

What's more, in order to pursue "character realism", Yan Yan's character design is also difficult to explain, for example, when the Shuangjie Party holds high the banner, he will press 12 ex-boyfriends to the rich heroine. The editor asked him if the setting was too much, and he asked rhetorically: "If you are in the top 10 of the Forbes rich list, over 18 years old, beautiful and healthy, and say that I am not in love, I appreciate no sex before marriage, others will believe it?" ”

Edit: I'll think he's pretending to be a force, or he's really sick.

Yan Yan: So I don't think it's too much for 10 years and 12 terms, if you change it to the male lead, there are readers who will eat this bite, and the beautiful name is "the prodigal son does not change his money". I don't agree with such a double-standard gender positioning.

The great god Yanyan, whose value standards are very uniform, tried the law and ushered in a ghost crying wolf howl in the comments:

[Garbage classification makes people bald] can be faced! Who wants to see this kind of bus!

[Ruru's cat] enroll her in some female moral lessons.

[I'm the head of the regiment] Upstairs the Qing Dynasty is dead!

[Eat, drink, and play] Upstairs the Qing Dynasty is dead, but women can't be so frivolous.

【Pair of Pisces】...... Are you sure that this setting shouldn't be given to the male protagonist?

I eat it, it's so fragrant

The three views are not correct, the heroine is unclean, and she has reported it

[Building Demolition Squad] reported the chaos upstairs

……

Yan Yan is still consistent and constantly changing, not fighting, and not explaining. Let the comment area turn upside down, he doesn't care.

But now, such a cold, arbitrary and machigan god suddenly began to update a cookie.

Yan Yan started writing about 5 years ago, 10,000-word short stories, million-word long stories, all kinds of themes, just a few cookies.

But now the great god has updated the cookies online, 5,000 words a day, and you won't charge money if it's not sweet.

Frightened readers began to discuss the love of the great god? The Great God Soul is worn?

In fact, the great god who had just returned from the soul patted his head: he slept pretendically.

Since putting on this dreamcatcher III the night before, his sleep quality has plummeted, and he wakes up dizzy with fragmented dreams as the plot unfolds. After writing this, he deactivated the damn machine.

Fang Lingxiang finished running, took a shower, and sat in front of the computer while wiping his face to sort out the machine-generated plots, and silently typed them into text according to these plots. He sorted out 50,000 words of his chaotic dreams in two nights, which can be updated for 10 days in a row.

The two male protagonists in the book are not the characters he often writes, and to be honest, looking at the sweetness between the words in it, he feels a little ...... Hiccup...... Tired of panicking.

At noon, he simply accompanied the vegetable salad and ate a little chicken breast with cranberry quinoa. Recently he's been building muscles, so he's eating in moderation. Halfway through eating, suddenly a loud shout came from next door.

Fang Lingxiang thought, the mother of the child next door is back? Is that kid in trouble? He hesitated to open the door and take a look, when suddenly there was a knock on his door.

Fang Lingxiang opened the door and saw the frightened Qiao's mother.

"Xiao Fang, have you ever seen him again after separating from my family Qiao An the day before yesterday?"

Fang Lingxiang shook his head, "I knocked on your door before going out yesterday and didn't respond." I'm out the door. What's wrong? Is JoAnn not at home? You can take a look at cell monitoring. ”

Qiao's mother suddenly burst into tears: "No, I can't wake up my family An'an." He couldn't get in touch with me since the video the night before yesterday, WX didn't reply, the video went unanswered, and the phone was unanswered. I was so scared that I bought a plane ticket overnight and came back, but my family couldn't wake up when I was lying in bed......"

Fang Lingxiang's face changed greatly, and he pushed away Qiao's mother who was blocking the door and rushed to Qiao An's room.

Joe lay quietly on his 1.2-meter bed, his face calm, and he looked like he was just asleep. Except for Joe's mother's messy bed, there was only one piece in the rest of the place.

But in fact, he has been dehydrated for more than 36 hours, if it weren't for Qiao's mother not worrying about her son rushing back, something would have happened.

"Did you call an ambulance?"

Mother Joe's lips trembled, "Scream, scream!" ”

After a while, the ambulance came whizzing in, and the stretcher carried Joan out of the house. Qiao's mother, who has no owner, almost didn't even close the door.

Fang Lingxiang came out of his room and helped her close the door. He carried a water-rippled bag crossbody. Holding the car keys in his hand, he said to Qiao's mother, "You go first, and I'll follow you to the hospital." ”

Qiao's mother nodded blankly, and followed the ambulance of the first responders away.

The community is full of retired uncles and aunts and confinement nannies walking babies and dogs, watching and asking questions. Fang Lingxiang finally drove the car out of the basement and followed the ambulance to the hospital.

He guessed along the way that this kid had eaten badly? Or are you sick? He didn't dare touch him casually just now, but it didn't look like a fever. It doesn't have to be a suicide, right? This kid is bent on going to university to study architecture, and his goal is so clear, he probably won't.

Restless, he rushed to the hospital, and it took a lot of effort to find a parking space, he rushed to the emergency room in three steps and two steps to ask the high school student and his mother who had just been brought in by ambulance.

Nurse Nunu mouthed: "Where's the observation room next to it!" ”

Fang Lingxiang turned around and ran towards the observation room. Joe's mother sat beside the child and shed tears. For a moment, he wanted to say, what are you crying about now, where were you when the child fell? But I don't feel like I'm qualified to say this. It's not wrong that Qiao's mother is ambitious and busy with work.

Back then, Fang's mother told him that this was the child of the old neighbor's family, and it was not easy for a single-parent family, so you could help others. Although he doesn't remember having such a single-parent old neighbor.

The emergency doctor didn't find out anything, so he had to test it first. Ask Joe's mother if there is anything abnormal, or what the child ate? Qiao's mother didn't know that she was on a business trip in the field, the high-profile events of the Suicheng Grand Theater, and the key projects in the province were busy every day. What's more, Joan is also an adult. How could I have thought of such a big thing.

The doctor asked the child's father.

Qiao's mother said, "It's dead." ”

Doctor:......

The doctor can only say that when the test results come out, he will hang the water first and replenish the water.

Fang Lingxiang: ......

He silently exited the observation room, wandered around the outside and entered.

However, after the report came out, it was still not found that there was anything wrong with Joan, and it could only rule out gas poisoning, pesticide poisoning, drug animal and plant poisoning, serious infections, endocrine and metabolic disorders, and electrolyte disorders. Next, only one by one can be checked, and the head CT shows normal brain function, no neurological localization signs, and no meningeal irritation......

JoAnn is a healthy high school student, but somehow falls into a coma.

The doctor asked Joe's mother again if she knew what medicine the child had taken.

Qiao's mother said that her son was very well-behaved and would not take medicine indiscriminately.

"Your son has been in the hospital for more than 36 hours and his blood test has detected high aminotransferases, but he has no liver disease," the doctor said. The blood concentration of the drug was checked, and SSRIs and other unknown drug residues were detected. ”

Qiao's mother: "No way, my son used to have mild Asperger's syndrome, but I took him abroad for two years for treatment, and he can already live like a normal person." He's just not good at interpersonal interactions, and he has nothing else wrong. ”

A high school student who could not get SSRIs without a doctor's advice.

In the end, I didn't ask why.

Qiao's mother couldn't get out, so she could only call Fang Lingxiang.

Fang Lingxiang was also uneasy the next day, and the person next door didn't come back, so he could only send some messages to ask. It is out of place to behave excessively caring and not caring.

Joe's mom asked him to come to the hospital once to pick up the keys, and then went home and brought Joan's phone. She wanted to see if there would be any clues on her phone's records. She can't leave anyone on her side.

Fang Lingxiang took the key and arrived home soon. In the past two years, he has been to the living room of Joan's house, but has never entered Joan's room. He opened the door of Joan's house, and Joe's mother's suitcase was still horizontal at the door. He straightened it, changed his slippers, which didn't fit well, and dragged him into the room.

He was in a hurry to send the ambulance before, and he didn't pay attention to it, but now when he came in, he was startled. The wall in front of the desk is all architectural works, and they are all designed by one person - Gu Qinghe!

Fang Lingxiang's blood congealed all over his body in an instant.

"Uncle Gu, what about Gu Ping? It's been a long time since I've seen him. He still has something to do——" Fang Lingxiang, a 16-year-old boy, has not yet grown up, but he can already get a glimpse of the future kaolin flower.

"—he's dead." Gu Qinghe used an unusually cold voice, as if he was stating tomorrow's weather, and the other party Lingxiang told the news of his son's death.