After Being Bent by Reader

In the evening, they adopted an "in-depth" communication method to celebrate the upcoming publication of Xu Chuanchuan's novels.

The room was fully heated, but the air was very dry. Murong Shi wanted to drag Xu Chuankuan to take a bath. Xu Chuankuan didn't want to move, lying on her body like a koala, hugging her waist tightly, humming. : "Don't wash it, I'm so tired."

Murong Shi was used to taking a shower before and after, and she couldn't move in her arms, and smiled helplessly: "I have been with you for a long time, and I have become more and more lazy."

Xu Chuanchuan's frizzy head rubbed her chest and neck, and smiled and said, "It's not that a family doesn't enter a house."

Murong Shi was angry and funny, put her aside, took the paper towels on the bedside table to help the two people carefully clean the bottom.

After cleaning up, the two people covered the quilt and chatted with each other while reminiscing.

"Before contacting you, Rosa said hello to me in advance." Murong Shi helped her tidy up her messy hair with her hands, and said slowly, "I did tell her, if the publisher refuses, I will I'll help you out at my own expense."

"At your own expense?" Xu Chuanchuan looked at her in astonishment, "Then this time..."

"I was also very surprised." Murong Shi interrupted her with a smile, "This time it has nothing to do with me, it should be the publisher who has taken a fancy to your talent."

"I don't have any talent." Xu Chuan's mouth was modest, and his heart was quite beautiful, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously. "Rosa told me that because I was publishing for the first time and had a fair reputation, so the number of first prints was very small. Do not make money."

"Then are you happy in your heart?"

Xu Chuanchuan nodded hurriedly, and said: "I don't care about money or money, as long as I can publish it, I will be satisfied."

Now that online novels are prevalent, the status of online essay writers is gradually being valued. As a novel creator, who doesn't want what he has written so hard to be published? This is an affirmation of personal ability.

Xu Chuanchuan also has vanity. Every time she hears about the publication of An Ji's novels, she feels envious in her heart. It was finally her turn this time, and she was so excited that she was floating.

Later, after further conversations, Rosa clearly told her that Murong Poetry was her recommender, but the publisher really liked it because of the heat brought by the two disturbances in the book "After Being Bent by Readers". One was hacked on a popular recommendation, and the other was a plagiarism incident that caused a lot of noise recently.

The two turmoil brought a lot of negative scores and bad reviews to Xu Chuanchuan, but with it was the attention of super popularity. At present, this novel is only halfway through, and the collection has broken 50,000. According to this trend, it is impossible to break 100,000 at the end.

With a collection of 100,000, in Baihe's novels, only a **** like An Ji can reach it. It is a pity not to publish such beautiful data.

Xu Chuanchuan knows that the novels he wrote do not have a strong storyline, but Rosa likes her funny and sweet love story very much, saying that it is very healing after reading it.

This kind of work is very popular on the physical romance side, but because Baihe's novels are too small, it is generally difficult to publish works that are not great gods.

In addition, Rosa is very optimistic about her other completed novels, praising her stable style, consistent themes, and suitable for fans. If one book sells well, the other sales will not be bad.

Xu Chuanchuan did not dare to think about the issue of sales. She felt full of joy, as long as it could be published.

She has never been greedy, and she can be beautiful for several days with a little bit of sweetness. An Ji made fun of her because of this, saying: "You have to look a little longer, maybe one day you will become a best-selling author."

Best-selling author? What a fascinating title. Xu Chuanchuan closed his eyes for five minutes and woke up from dreaming when he opened his eyes.

Xu Chuanchuan: "I heard Murong say, have you moved to live with Fang Qin now?"

An Ji: "It's only temporary, I'm going back in a few days."

Xu Chuanchuan: "So fast? When do you leave?"

An Ji didn't know exactly when to leave. But she knew she didn't belong here after all.

An Ji didn't think about how to answer. She was stunned to hear a movement from the door, and she hurriedly put away the phone.

Fang Qin pushed the door in and saw the darkness in the room. After a pause, he became light-handed.

"It's okay, I'm already awake." An Ji reminded her in the dark.

Hearing this sound, Fang Qin wiped away his exhaustion all morning, pulled out the key, turned on the light, and looked at the woman who was lazily leaning on the bedside table: "Why don't you turn on the light?"

An Ji half-truth said: "Help you save electricity bills."

Fang Qin smiled, came over with the packing box, and said, "Have you washed it? Hurry down and eat something, I'll bring you food."

In the past few days when An Ji moved in, Fang Qin went to work as usual, except that he ran back at noon every day, saying that he was coming back to rest. In fact, he just wanted to take a look at An Ji more.

Except for the auntie hourly worker, An Ji has never been served this way before. Seeing Fang Qin's busy back, stacking quilts and cleaning up trash, she felt very embarrassed, cleared her throat, and said, "I wanted to do this again when I woke up, but I didn't expect to overslept."

Fang Qin looked at her face, glanced over her red lips and her eyes with obvious red blood because of dehydration, and said, "I saw you didn't sleep well last night, so I turned off your alarm clock."

"...No wonder I didn't hear the alarm ring."

After cleaning up, Fang Qin went to wash his hands and came out to have a meal with her.

They were eating nutritious fast food outside, and Fang Qin was afraid that she would get tired, so he brought her the same food every day. The food is cold in winter. Fortunately, Fang Qin's place is not far from the company, and it is still steaming after opening the package.

Fang Qin handed her a portion of radish sirloin soup.

An Ji frowned when he saw a few red dates lying inside. In the blink of an eye, with a pair of chopsticks in front of her eyes, Fang Qin put the red dates in another soup into her bowl and looked at her with a smile: "Eat more."

An Ji's eyebrows tangled, and decided to confess to her: "I hate eating red dates."

Fang Qin was stunned, and said, "I think you don't have any complexion on your face, so I want you to eat more."

Speaking of this, An Ji couldn't help but appreciate, blocking the chopsticks she stretched over, and said: "Since it is for my good, then I will give you some face."

"Don't force it too much."

In order to show that he was not reluctant, An Ji ate a red date, which was so sweet that it melted in the mouth. It's not the taste she likes, but it's not as unacceptable as she imagined.

"See what I am doing, you eat too."

Fang Qin looked down, smiled lightly, and said, "Okay."

The two ate in silence.

An Ji was hungry a long time ago, and she couldn't pull her face to eat too fast, she could always feel Fang Qin's scorching eyes falling on her, as if she was about to eat her.

An Ji stopped, raised his eyelids, and said in annoyance, "Is it so beautiful?"

Fang Qin did not hide his emotions, looked at her attentively and tenderly, and said: "Before you used to avoid me deliberately, but now it's hard to live together, I always feel that it seems not enough."

There is no straightforward compliment, and there are numb love words, but An Ji was seen by her with hot cheeks, she took a mouthful of soup to cover up, and said: "I always feel that it is not good to trouble you so much every day.

"I don't find it bothersome." Fang Qin took advantage of her carelessness and put a piece of tender fish belly meat into her bowl, "I feel very happy every minute and every second of being with you."

Facing the sudden confession, An Ji's heart jumped, pretending to be calm on the surface, and laughed, deliberately misinterpreting her meaning: "Stay together every minute and every second, you don't have to go to work."

"I did think so."

"What did you think about?"

"You are always hot and cold to me, near and far away. Every time I open my eyes and can't see you by my side, I wonder if you sneak away without saying hello."

"..." An Ji almost bit his tongue and settled, "How can I be so wicked."

Fang Qin pulled out a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth and said, "It's not wickedness, I'm afraid you are too sober."

Anji was speechless.

Fang Qin quietly stretched out a hand to cover her, eyes hooked to her eyes, and said earnestly and cautiously: "Tang Xin, promise me that even if you want to leave, you have to tell me in advance so that I can Be mentally prepared. Okay?"

If it weren't for Fang Qin's timely return today, An Ji would have doubted whether she had seen the content of her chat with Xu Chuanchuan.

An Ji's parents are not here. There are three cats and one dog in the house waiting for her to go back to feed. She just came here for a temporary "refuge", and she will go back someday.

But when Fang Qin looked at her with this kind of gentle eyes and said that to her in this kind of gentle tone, she seemed to hear the hard part of her heart being hammered hard, and with a "clam", it cracked. A small mouth.

The heartbeat suddenly picked up, An Ji stuffed rice into his mouth, and said lightly: "It's too cold, I'm too lazy to get out of the door now."

Fang Qin reacted slowly to what she wanted to express. He was overjoyed, picked up the chopsticks again, and said, "Eat more."

After lunch, Fang Qin drove back to the company without stopping.

After she left, Anji dangled boredly in the room, fed the fish some food, and didn't know what to do for a while, changed her pajamas, grabbed her wallet and mobile phone and went out.

There were many shops near the apartment, and Anji walked aimlessly to the place where they watched the movie before. Thinking of the scene that day, she couldn't help laughing.

She wears too little when she goes out, and her nose freezes as soon as the cold wind blows. She speeds up and walks into the mall.

Going to the mall alone is the most boring, An Ji stayed in it for less than half an hour before coming out. Although the shopping time is short, it is quite rewarding. She spent more than two thousand yuan, bought an oven and some miscellaneous things, and stood at the air vent waiting for a taxi.

Fang Qin got off work at five o'clock and called her after finishing the card and asked her what she wanted to eat at night.

An Ji thought for a moment, then asked instead: "Do you usually like to eat cake?"

Fang Qin didn't know, so he answered honestly: "It's okay. Do you want to eat?"

"I...I'm full. Throwing these away is a waste. Why don't you come back and solve them?"

"what?"

After half an hour.

Fang Qin drove back to the rental house and smelled a sweet smell as soon as he opened the door. The smell drifted from the direction of the small kitchen, and she couldn't even take off her coat, and she walked closer and was stunned.

"what are you doing?"

The single room space is limited, the small kitchen is originally small, and the cooking table is always very clean because no one uses it. At this moment, it is full of messy things.

The egg shell fell all over, and An Ji bent over to pick it up.

"I'm bored, I want to try to make some cakes and biscuits. I didn't expect the technology to work. The first test failed." An Ji threw the egg shells into the trash can and picked up a plate of strangely colored things. "Hey, supper. Just ate this. Although it looks bad, it tastes good. Would you like to try it?"

Fang Qin barely hesitated, and said, "Okay."

"Then you can take it outside to eat." An Ji handed her the plate.

Fang Qin's outstretched hand stopped in the air, opened his palm and looked at it, and said, "I didn't wash my hands."

"Then you go and wash it first."

Fang Qin didn't move, and said, "I'm too hungry. I want to eat now. You can feed me."

How long can I wash my hands?

"..." An Ji clearly knew that she was deliberate, but couldn't stand her softly coquettish tone, took off her gloves, grabbed the cake with her clean hands and fed it into her mouth.

After feeding two bites, An Ji gave her the plate and said unnaturally: "You can eat slowly by yourself, I'm still busy."

Fang Qin leaned at the door to look at her: "What else are you doing?"

An Ji continued to study a pastry-making recipe that he gave away when he bought the oven, and said without looking up: "I don't make a cake, I want to make some biscuits for readers."

"Why did you suddenly want to give this?" Fang Qin couldn't understand it very well.

An Ji shrugged and said, "Anyway, I'm idle and I'm idle. Just pass the time."

Fang Qin walked a few steps inside, looked at the profile of the serious work, and asked, "Do you think it's boring here?"

The sudden approach forced An Ji to look up at her, think for a while, and say, "In fact, it's not because of boredom. When I was in Shanghai, I promised to give them some homemade biscuits, but I didn't have time to make them."

Fang Qin stretched his eyebrows, smiled, and said jokingly: "I am also your reader, and I am still a fanatical kind."

After learning that An Ji was writing a novel, Fang Qin downloaded the Jinjiang APP under the guidance of Murong Shi, read An Ji's novels every day, and wrote long reviews for her, but An Ji was indifferent. Later, Fang Qin touched An Ji’s Weibo and found the physical book purchase URL through the Weibo on the top. He bought all the dozen novels published by An Ji in one go. For this reason, he also bought a bookshelf to place those Fiction.

An Ji saw the bookshelf when she first moved in, and she was moved while shocked.

She said frankly: "When I'm done, I will also give you a copy."

Fang Qin put the half-eaten cake and the plate on the cooking table, facing her eyes, and said bluntly: "I don't want biscuits, I only want you."

"... Then I have to wait for me to finish."

Fang Qin and An Ji's "cohabitation" life seems to be very fulfilling. Xu Chuanchuan is afraid of disturbing them, so he reduces the contact with An Ji.

At the end of January, Linda and her husband's wedding was held in a five-star hotel in S city. Xu Chuanchuan and Murong Shi were invited to participate.

The bridesmaid was Xu Chuanchuan, who was co-deceived by Murong Shi and Linda, in order to trick her into trying her wedding dress. There is no need to be a bridesmaid, Xu Chuanchuan is also happy, sitting underneath with Murong Shi and watching the ceremony.

At the same table are other colleagues in the company, they are not clear about the relationship between Xu Chuanchuan and Murong Shi, only when they are still single, they dare not make a joke with Murong Shi, so they attack Xu Chuanchuan.

Someone asked: "Xiao Xu, when will you and your boyfriend get married?"

There is no boyfriend, just to stop the lies of other people in the company. Xu Chuanxuan said without changing his face, "I can't do this in a hurry."

Chen Lina said: "It's really hard to get married. Xiao Xu is only twenty-six years old, so it's okay."

The most gossip Xu Xiaomei said: "Why never saw your boyfriend come to the company to find you?"

"He... he was transferred to Shanghai to work by their company."

"Isn't that a long-distance relationship?" Xu Xiaomei said hurriedly, "long-distance relationship is very risky, Xiao Xu, you have to pay close attention to him, otherwise, if you get hooked by another woman..."

When Xu Xiaomei said that, Xu Chuanchuan's hand under the table was being held tightly by Murong Shi. Because of the tight grip, Xu Chuanchuan was a little bit painful by the two rings, but she didn't feel any discomfort, and said happily, "Thank you, I will definitely not let her run away."

The climax of the wedding was when the bride and groom embraced and kissed each other passionately after taking the oath. The guests stood up and applauded to congratulate each other, and Xu Chuanchuan also stood up. She and Murong Shi were reluctant to let go of their ringed hands, and each of them freed one hand to give a high-five.

Everyone's attention is on the bride and groom on the stage, and the two of them don't have to worry about being seen.

As soon as Murong Shi turned his head, he saw Xu Chuanchuan's eyes full of tears, and he sighed in his heart, and said to her: "We will be as happy as them."

As the new year approached, Xu Chuanchuan became nervous. Rosa urges her to write manuscripts every day, and she dare not slack off for a moment. But the code word is a pleasure for her, she is just afraid to face Xu Dad again when she returns.

After so long, Dad Xu’s attitude towards them still remained unchanged. Xu Chuanchuan knew that he would not listen no matter what he said, so he simply refused to persuade him. The father and daughter had been in a cold war.

An Ji was going back to celebrate the New Year. Before leaving S City, they had a meal together.

"Will you come again?" Xu Chuanchuan asked her secretly when she walked out of the restaurant.

An Ji replied easily: "I won't come if there is nothing to do."

"What about Fang Qin? Are you willing?"

An Ji stopped talking.

Fang Qin personally drove Anjie to the airport.

I don't know if it was because the parting was too sad. Forty minutes' drive, the two had their own concerns and hardly communicated.

When saying goodbye to the airport, Fang Qin's apparent calmness fell apart. She dragged out the security offerings that had been in the queue and went through the security check, and pulled them into the bathroom. The two people squeezed into the small compartment and kissed each other.

When we parted, she was already out of breath, afraid of being heard, Fang Qin leaned in her ear and whispered: "I'll look for you when I have time."

"Why are you looking for me?" An Ji smiled.

Fang Qin bit her ear warningly and said, "Don't forget, you promised to be my girlfriend that night, and you are not allowed to play ambiguously with anyone in the future."

The author has something to say: My work doesn't seem to move. Who of you will poke it?

It's almost over, you won't see me if you don't poke, are you sure you want a one-night stand? (Although it is very exciting)