Because of the large-scale crusade of netizens and fans, the National Daily was afraid that he would not be able to eat hot food, so he hurriedly came out to rub the heat:

[Originality is the antonym of plagiarism and imitation, which pours out the unique emotions and cognition of an author, and is a new breath of life that breaks through the ground after refreshing the inherent references, and is the greatest idealism. I support originality and oppose plagiarism, and firmly believe that love is more than creation. 】

[Wonderful, it is worthy of the National Daily, speaking is level, and the copy comes out to worship it. 】

[The National Daily has come out to speak, and Wumeng Qianshan has plagiarized the stone hammer. 】

[Until now, the copyist doesn't dare to come out to clarify, most of them are weak-hearted. 】

[The state openly resists plagiarism, brothers know what to do. 】

[My backhand is a one-stop dragon to resist plagiarism, resist plagiarism, and resist plagiarism. 】

The topic of "resisting plagiarism" instantly became a hot search.

The rights and wrongs on the Internet, Wen Jiang no longer wants to watch them.

He also understood Wumeng Qianshan's sentence "When you have children, you will understand my choice", she is now facing not only netizens who criticize and write, but also the Aiyue Group, which is like a mountain.

The boss who loves to read will never let his own big man be slapped in the face, in order to protect him, he has the means.

So for a single mother, her children have become her only weakness.

Wen Jiang did not doubt what the rich could do for their own selfish interests.

On the way home, Wen Jiang bought a few small snacks with exquisite workmanship, and just took a bite, a strong feeling of nausea surged up, and he hugged the toilet and retched.

He had gastroenteritis earlier, and it coincided with the change of season, which made him even more uncomfortable.

But he was reluctant to give up these beautiful snacks, and tried again, but he vomited again, and his eyes were dazzled with disgust.

People will always have some strange changes when they are inadvertent, although he has recently suffered from poor appetite and gastrointestinal illness, but when he looks in the mirror, his skin is better than before, like a shelled egg, tender and watery.

He decided to take advantage of his best condition to visit the noble Arowana in the pond.

A text message was sent over:

[Remember our bet, Representative Huo.] 】

It seemed that they were busy, and they only texted back after half a day: [Well, say. 】

Wen Jiang: [I haven't been shopping for a long time, is Representative Huo willing to appreciate his face? 】

Huo Qingzhang: [Detailed plan. 】

Wen Jiang: [Representative Huo doesn't seem to have much dating experience, and shopping is originally unplanned and purposeless. 】

Huo Qingzhang: [You are very experienced? 】

Wen Jiang: [No, so I count on the representative to help me accumulate more experience.] 】

Huo Qingzhang's fingertips that stopped above the phone trembled slightly.

Bored.

When Wen Jiang received a reply from Huo Qingzhang asking about the time and place, he couldn't help laughing at him for being a duplicitous man.

*

When she went out this time, Wen Jiang specially prepared a baseball cap and flat mirrors, looked repeatedly in front of the mirror, and took the key and went out after confirming that her mother couldn't recognize her when she came.

The cold wind in the north was howling in December, and Wen Jiang stood on the side of the road and waited, pulling her scarf up to cover the lower half of her face.

At this time, not far away, a young couple held milk tea in their hands, running towards this side playfully, one of them accidentally bumped into Wen Jiang, and the milk tea spilled some splashes on Wen Jiang's scarf, and the snow-white scarf immediately became dirty.

The little couple hurriedly apologized, and Wen Jiang also wiped the scarf and said it didn't matter.

Originally, it was just an ordinary episode, and Wen Jiang didn't pay attention to it, but when he saw Huo Qingzhang's car coming this way from a distance, he suddenly took off his flat glasses and rubbed his eyes vigorously, and didn't stop until his eyes hurt, and Huo Qingzhang's car also happened to stop in front of him at this time.

Huo Qingzhang parked the car in the roadside parking space, and when he got out of the car, he saw Wen Jiang standing behind the telephone pole with his back to him, his hand raised from time to time as if he was wiping his eyes.

Wen Jiang turned around, his eyes were full of astonishment, and then he lowered his head and called softly: "Representative Huo, you arrived so early......

Huo Qingzhang glanced at his watch, no more than a minute, no less on time, looking at his reddened eyes and deliberately evasive gaze, and suddenly felt a little suspicious.

His gaze flickered and landed on the wet scarf.

The reddened corners of his eyes, the wet scarf exuding the sweetness of milk tea, everything seems to be inseparable from the recent fallacies about him on the Internet.

In these years, there are not a few extremists, and walking on the street with only a baseball cap like him is tantamount to covering his ears and stealing the bell, standing upright and waiting for someone to bully.

Huo Qingzhang sighed lightly, took off Wen Jiang's wet scarf and threw it into the car, took off his scarf and wrapped it around his neck a few times, and his voice was low:

"Tight."

Wen Jiang shook his head, his moist eyes glowing with a hint of brightness.

"I didn't borrow your scarf because I cared, I just didn't want you to get sick because of this, and I was responsible, I hope you don't get me wrong." Huo Qingzhang's voice was cold and indifferent, as if it was really what he said.

Wen Jiang nodded, pulling his scarf to block the smile at the corner of his mouth.

The light gray cashmere scarf exudes a unique smell of Huo Qingzhang, fresh woody tones, the mixed taste of cedar and grapes is just right with Huo Qingzhang's own temperament, and then the fragrance of ginger and sandalwood, like an old grandfather clock, steady and quiet.

And this sophisticated and unworldly high-end note is a little out of place in the narrow and warm alley behind it.

An old alley in the deepest part of the old town, known only to locals, splits the stalls in two.

The simple light bulb hanging in front of the stall emits a warm orange light, which clearly illuminates the smoke diffused in the pot, and it feels warm just by looking at it in the cold winter.

This is the place where Wen Jiang inquired for a long time to find, and it is seven or eight points similar to the alley behind the house before his parents passed away in reality.

Huo Qingzhang subconsciously raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, but he felt that it was inappropriate, so he softly cleared his throat and tactically covered up.

An alley at the bottom of the city seems out of place with the bustling metropolis, as if there are two worlds. On the one hand, white-collar workers with limited-edition bags stride past in high-end office buildings, leaving a gust of incense, and on the other hand, there are groups of old and blackened roadside stalls, where students and migrant workers who have just finished their evening repairs and migrant workers who have worked hard all day are sitting, drinking cheap beer and soda, bragging and farticiating.

The first time Huo Qingzhang saw this kind of world, he even looked for a long time when he drove here, and he couldn't navigate the place.

"Representative Huo, have you ever eaten tofu skin?" A question pulled Huo Qingzhang back to reality.

"Nope." Huo Qingzhang was blunt.

Wen Jiang took him to a stall and asked for ten yuan of bean skin.

The dried bean skin skewered with bamboo skewers becomes soft after being soaked in boiling water, and then poured with the boss's special sauce and placed in an enamel plate with a peony flower pattern.

Unable to withstand Wen Jiang's repeated begging, Huo Qingzhang tasted the bean skin.

It's not unpalatable, but it's not as delicious as it gets, and the entrance is full of additive flavors, and he finished eating the bean skin skewers in his hand with a frown, but the students in school uniforms next to him ate happily.

As soon as Wen Jiang put the bean skin into his mouth, there was another overwhelming nausea, he was afraid that Huo Qingzhang would feel buried when he looked at it, so he covered his mouth and turned his face to the side.

Huo Qingzhang also lost his appetite after only eating one bunch, Wen Jiang felt that it was a waste, so he asked for a foam catering box to pack and take away.

At the end of the alley, I saw an old shop the size of a palm, with a wooden sign at the entrance that read "Commissary" in paint, and two street game consoles next to it.

Inside and outside, students were crowded with people, and there was a lot of talk and laughter.

"Wow, the game is stuck, Huo represents how many years you have been born." Wen Jiang picked up a stack of yellow game cards in the cardboard box, flipped through them, and asked casually.

"Ninety-four." Huo Qingzhang said.

"Then you must have played this, there are a lot of games, Street Fighter, Contra, I liked to play Street Fighter with my dad when I was a child, if I didn't blow it, I didn't lose."

Huo Qingzhang said casually: "It's quite capable of blowing." ”

"The deputies are provoking me? Two handfuls? Wen Jiang raised the game card in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and was full of pride.

Huo Qingzhang pulled the game card of Street Fighter from his hand, gently picked his chin with the card, and said arrogantly: "Don't cry if you lose." ”

This sentence was completely unexpected by Wen Jiang, he thought that a son-in-law like Huo Qingzhang, who was born with a golden spoon, was probably a PSP or a horseback swimming tour around the world in his childhood, and a simple and simple little overlord game machine invisibly shortened the distance between the two.

At the beginning of the game, Wen Jiang still firmly believed that Huo Qingzhang only had the ability to pay lip service, and watched me beat him.

As a result, Wen Jiang's character basically never stood up.

This man who seems to be high in the sky ends his undefeated myth.

The students gathered behind the two of them to point out the country, and seeing that Wen Jiang's pants were lost, one of the students shouted: "Will you play!" Won't get out of the way! ”

Wen Jiang got out of the way, and the students went up.

Then the student looked at the word KO on the screen: "Grass ......"

The young and vigorous young men were not convinced at all, and stepped forward one after another to challenge Huo Qingzhang, and even made a war letter: whoever loses will invite the other party to eat bean skin skewers.

When Huo Qingzhang won dozens of bean skin skewers, the parents of the students came over with a fierce attitude, carried them all home, and pulled out the seven wolves on their waists and said angrily:

"If you don't come home from school, you're running around outside, and you don't go to the house for three days!"

"Dad, I'll play for a while, just for a while!"

"What are you playing, it's going to rain soon, don't expect your dad to come out and pick you up in the heavy rain."

"Poof." Looking at the back of the children crying wolf and leaving, Wen Jiang couldn't help laughing.

"Representative, I didn't expect you to be quite powerful, I underestimated you."

Huo Qingzhang felt that it was not something to be proud of to win a bunch of hairy boys with this old-fashioned game console, so he calmly turned off the game console, paid the money, and glanced at the time: "It's going to rain, go back." ”

Although Wen Jiang was still unsatisfied, he would definitely not disobey Huo Qingzhang's intentions, and followed him to the mouth of the alley, and he couldn't stop talking:

"Does it mean that you used to play this kind of game console when you were a child, it's so amazing, you haven't lost tonight, are you willing to teach me?"

"There's no time." Huo Qingzhang was concise and to the point.

"Representative Huo." Wen Jiang suddenly stopped him.

Huo Qingzhang didn't look back and continued to walk forward: "I have to be busy with a lot of things every day, and I don't have time to take care of such meaningless little things. ”

"No, it's not." Wen Jiang said.

Huo Qingzhang slowly looked back with some doubts, and saw that Wen Jiang stopped at some point, stopping a few meters away from him, and the joyful expression on his face just now disappeared in an instant.

His hesitant expression seemed to have something to say to himself, but in the end there was only one sentence:

"It means you go back first, don't worry about me, I want to go shopping again."

He took off his scarf again and handed it over: "Give the scarf back to you, or will I give it to you when I'm clean?" ”

Huo Qingzhang glanced at the scarf lightly, and said in a low voice: "No, you can deal with it, I'll go." ”

He didn't think he needed to care whether Wen Jiang had a good time, let alone whether he had an umbrella to protect him from the rain later, he didn't need to think about it.

Walking to the mouth of the alley, Huo Qingzhang turned his face slightly, and looked at the place where he came.

Wen Jiang was no longer there, only the hawkers who were in a hurry to close the stalls, and only Huo Qingzhang was silent in the midst of the noise.

Back in the car, Huo Qingzhang had just lit the fire, and suddenly felt that something hard in his pocket struck him.

When I took it out, it was a Street Fighter game card.

He gently rubbed the game card, and it was not difficult to guess that Wen Jiang had quietly stuffed it in.

Strangely, this person is like a mind reader, accurately guessing all his demands.

Looking at the game card repeatedly, some memories of the past gradually emerged in Huo Qingzhang's mind.

When she was eight or nine years old, her aunt's family had to move to South America for work reasons, and her mother, in order to show her hypocritical sisterhood, allowed her to take advantage of the summer vacation to stay at her aunt's house for a period of time to create some good memories for her cousin.

My aunt's family is an ordinary salaryman, busy with work on weekdays, and has always had a free-range attitude towards his cousin, snacks are for him to eat, and games are played with him, so Huo Qingzhang himself followed his cousin up the mountain and down to the sea all day long, playing games all night.

Not only his cousin, but it was also his happiest time, not having to be forced to accept endless practice questions, endless language etiquette classes, for a young child, playing happily is the most simple happiness.

Later, when he returned home, he couldn't wait to show his mother the game card that his cousin gave him, and wanted to share his happiness with her, but his mother was furious, grabbed all the game cards, broke them all and threw them into the trash, scolding him like crazy and saying that he was a plaything.

Then she would hold his face again with red eyes and say:

"You're not like your cousin's wild child, you're your mother's only hope, don't you understand? Mom is a continuation string, and the continuation string will always be short and originally matched, how much I have been wronged in order to marry into this family, because I am from an ordinary background, do you know how those people laugh at me behind my back. ”

After the mother calmed down, she said the same thing again.

I hope Huo Qingzhang can study hard, I hope he can stand out among this group of brothers and sisters, I hope he will be appreciated by his grandfather, and I hope that in the end, he will get the inheritance of the company.

Don't think about any childhood happiness, he shouldn't think about it, and he doesn't deserve to think about it.

The cousin's family came to visit them before leaving, and the cousin wanted to fight with Huo Qingzhang for the last time, but was told that all the game cards had been thrown away.

On the night his cousin left, when Huo Qingzhang slept as usual, he found a few game cards under his pillow.

Probably, it was his cousin who secretly left it for him.

Looking at the game card, there was no surprise when I first saw it, but only remembered my mother's hysterical face.

The young Huo Qingzhang calmly broke the game cards one by one and threw them into the trash.

There are tears in their eyes, but they will not be allowed to fall.

The memories end.

Huo Qingzhang looked at the game card in his hand repeatedly and chuckled.

That man, like his cousin, knew what his heart wanted but didn't dare to touch.

As I grew up, the times developed rapidly, and more and more high-tech game consoles replaced the once popular Xiaobawang, and those old game cards that were thrown away have long been dusted into distant memories.

It was the first time for Huo Qingzhang to envy a person so much.

A man who has nothing and is infamous just because he said that when he was a child, he had his father to play game consoles with him.

"Crackling."

The raindrops made a crisp sound on the car windows.

Huo Qingzhang came back to his senses and found that it was raining.

As far as the eye can see, the original bustling alley has long been empty, except for the dim glow of old street lamps, which crampedly illuminate a small and wet floor tiles.

After a long time, Huo Qingzhang twisted the key and turned off the fire, took out an umbrella from the storage box and got out of the car.