After He Yu left, Liu Ci stayed for a long time. Her hair was not completely dry, and her hair was still wet.

She sat on the edge of the bed, and it took a long time to realize that she had boiled water. After pouring the water, holding the cup and continuing in a daze, there was a call from her editor Li Hui, who was five years older than Liu Ci and was an alumnus of Liu Ci. He has been taking care of Liu Ci for years.

"Have you updated?"

Liu Ci uttered a loud voice, and asked subconsciously, "Am I not there?"

There are many authors under Li Hui, and Liu Ci is her main focus, but Liu Ci generally does not delay the manuscript, and she does not need to urge her to death.

"You have a head, you can see what time it is."

Twelve eight.

Liu Ci is now serialized three times a week, two chapters at a time, and updated at midnight the next day.

After she gets up, she doesn't have to spend tens of thousands a day like her early years. After all, to maintain the word count while maintaining high quality is not something everyone can take care of.

Li Hui sighed: "Liu Ci, you are in a very bad state recently, has something happened?"

She is much older than Liu Ci, and I still remember how the other person looked when I saw Liu Ci for the first time. She was skinny and wearing glasses, and her smile was far-fetched.

At that time, everyone thought that the gender of writing such works should be male. Although Li Hui was mentally prepared to contact Liu Ci, he did not expect Liu Ci to be such a girl.

The voice is very soft, but fortunately, the conversation is smooth, and there are no difficult requirements.

Back then, the platform was just ready to set up the projects of celebrity writers. Nowadays, everything depends on the face, and there are talents in every line, but it is too difficult for you to find talents that are the best match. Find a follower among male writers. The handsome ones are particularly difficult.

Liu's poems are quite satisfactory, and the only requirement is not to take too many interviews.

Therefore, the online interviews she has participated in so far are much less than those of other writers, and that's how it is, that has caused her fans to repeatedly release the news of Liu Ci on the official WeChat account of the Aite platform.

Now Liu Ci forgot to update, it was Aite who came out and beaten again.

"Feel sorry."

Liu Ci stood up and turned on the computer. Li Hui's phone was still on. After a while, Liu Ci said, "Okay."

Li Hui sighed, "Xiao Chen said that your friends live together. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be involved in your personal affairs, but I have an obligation to remind you about work."

Liu Ci gave a hum, "I forgot, I'm sorry."

After so many years, Liu Ci is an author who is difficult to get familiar with. Other late signing authors can get along with Li Hui. Only Liu Ci did not say a word at the annual meeting.

No matter how ridiculous Chi Lian is, she still looks like that.

"You are too polite. I have one more thing to tell you. There is an online interview on the audiobook platform on Wednesday night. The official Weibo has already posted it. Please check it out on Weibo and remember to turn it around."

Liu Ci gave a hum, "Questions you can ask..."

Li Hui said: "It's a live broadcast. The questions that you will basically ask have already been sent to your mailbox, and there are some fans who ask questions. I can't guarantee this."

She has always felt that Liu Ci is a little frightened, but this is not a problem, many people have it, but Liu Ci is too lifeless. For the company, she is very good at setting up people. In this era, people are in charge, and idols are emerging in endlessly. Every industry has different idols. Compared with other married people, Liu Ci is incompatible with other married people, but has a higher attention.

Moreover, her own interpretation of the role has always been the focus of such interviews.

Before Li Yinghui hung up the phone, he still couldn't help but exhorted, "If you are in a bad mood, don't hold back."

Liu Ci reposted the official Weibo of Ai Te, and said, "Thank you, Editor Li."

Although her latest serialized article has reached two-thirds, the subject matter of this book is not new, but the characters and plot are unexpectedly eye-catching, and new fans continue to flow. It's just that Liu Ci, which has always been updated on time, was delayed, which surprised many people.

Her last Weibo was all inquiries--

@ Midnight two o'clock to drink milk tea: What's wrong! It’s not updated, my eyes are black, and the uncle who sells fish crying at the door of the food market will beat me 5555555555

@ Pig’s trotter package is super delicious: why is it suddenly stuck! ! ! Ah ah ah ah ah ah I want to know the ending of Lin Yun, mother's cub, don't die, you like that woman as long as you are alive! ! !

@又狂了一个: I bet that Linyun will definitely die. According to the level that the protagonist of Greater Dalian can write, the survival rate of the protagonist in the unit mode is even lower, although...but I am still sad.

@做不完五三 I committed suicide by jumping off the building: click on the upper left corner of the character you love will not be written to death by Liu Da.

@麻辣香锅不辣What's the point: I just went to my friend Liu to scan, and found that many people had asked her, and that sister looked blank.

...

Liu Ci took a few glances and put down the phone. Her current update volume is far less than before, so every time she updates, many people will look at the chapter over and over again.

She is very grateful to the readers, every book will write thank you words before and after, but never take the initiative to ask for a monthly pass, she seems to have no desire after becoming famous. But the more she did this, it caused her readers to mourn, and the fan list she brushed up every month topped the list.

There are also many people in the industry who don't like her, and many of them say that she deliberately said this.

Before, another author who copied her came and jumped. He was beaten back by Liu Ci fans and chattered. Liu Ci did not respond from beginning to end.

She doesn't seem to care about these at all, so some people say that she is the purest writer.

This sentence appeared in previous interviews, Liu Ci earnestly read it out, and then shook his head, "I have money, how pure is it."

On this night destined to sleeplessness, Liu Ci stared at the computer, and the manuscripts on it were densely packed from a distance. It was all her painstaking effort to type out every word.

It was the most serious thing in her life besides loving He Yu.

But He Yu may not be in love anymore.

The expectation is still there, but I will be suppressed by another voice in my heart.

Say it's impossible, don't think about it, you don't deserve it.

Liu Ci even wanted to escape. Once this kind of thing is open and honest, she has no secrets, and living together will only be more embarrassing.

She picked up the phone, hesitated for a long time, and typed a line of--

"I will leave tomorrow."

Before sending it out, He Yu’s WeChat was sent over first. She said: I’m not asleep. If I’m not asleep, turn on my computer, then log on to my QQ, and there is a project folder labeled 1 on my desktop. Compress it and send it to a colleague called scallion patties.

Liu Ci was taken aback for a moment.

That sentence was erased word by word again, and she replied.

He Yu sent another one--

I'll be back soon. Lao Shen came by bicycle. It's really good. I'll send him back.

Liu Ci sent another good word.

She went to the living room and turned on He Yu's computer. First, she opened the account that she had remembered the password, and found the id called Scallion Meat Cake, double-clicked it, and there was a chat history between He Yu and her.

-Don't worry, I'm not at home yet, I will ask my friend to turn on the computer and send it for me.

-Thank you, Brother Yu! [Animated Emoji]

Liu Ci did the same. When it was sent, the other party sent a love message, saying: Thank you, Brother Yu's friend, and trouble you.

Liu Ci didn't know if he should reply, and it took two minutes to reply. You're welcome.

He Yu's □□ has both crowns, and she glanced at many Liu Ci in her group, and found that there was a group called my dear. Dear who? Lian Xiaoli?

In fact, Liu Ci knows that the word love is light and fluttering, just like blurting out I love you, and girls will do the same in order to keep intimacy.

She clicked on the group, and there was only one person in it, with a gray profile picture, and a bit familiar. It took a long time for Liu Ci to remember that this was her first social account.

But now it's changed.

But He Yu hasn't deleted it yet.

The remarks are Liu Ci.

Liu Ci, like a voice.

She had long forgotten what the password of that account was. In adolescence when electronic devices were scarce, this kind of social software did not arouse Liu Ci’s interest. She felt that she didn’t need it, but just a herd. Everyone registered in Shen Yougan’s home. One, added to each other.

I never used it again.

He Yu is still a member. She is particularly willing to spend money on this aspect. During the time she lived together, Liu Ci knew that she had a lot of video software members and social software continued.

She clicked on the portrait, which was still the most primitive, a girl with purple hair.

The dialog boxes are densely populated, all sent by He Yu, and you can scroll up to a lot of them. The member chat history roams. Once roaming for many years, she may also back it up if she is out of the system.

The previous one is from 2016.

Hey Liu Ci, I'm so sad today. I went to the hospital and drank and drank. Lao Shen drank with me all night. He can't do it anymore, I feel his wife must scold me secretly. But it deserves to scold me, I always spoil her husband. Why do you drink? When I was a kid, I found the wine to be awful. Although I was curious, I drank milk beer with you, but I felt boring and it was not as good as soda. Unexpectedly, growing up is a process of continuous face slaps. Wine is really a good thing. Drinking makes people dizzy. It seems that all troubles can be forgotten. But I woke up uncomfortable, my stomach hurts, but I had to continue working before the work was finished. I was covered with plasters, and now my wrists are still sticking to it. Just after finishing a break, I want to talk to you. I have sent Xiaoli to the nursing home with my uncle, her wrists are still wrapped, and I still remember the scene when I pushed open the door of her room that day, the smell of blood was too unpleasant. Actually, I thought about taking her over to live with her, but my mother disagrees. In fact, I don’t want to subconsciously because she scares me. But it's very dangerous for her to live alone, so Lao Shen and I are both worried and have to see it from time to time. Her posthumous writings were densely packed with many words, and it made me feel uncomfortable. She said that she regretted that she shouldn't come to Yanxinglong Alley that year. It would be fine if she didn't know me. She thought I was her salvation, but she didn't expect me to be so stubborn. Is it my fault? I can't save her, she has given up herself. She always said that she loves me, but her love for me just makes me more painful. Is this love? I can't tell the difference. The sanatorium was in good condition. She was sober for a while. When she looked at me, she was lifeless. Her father came and left. She and I were left. When I finally left, she pulled me and my little finger, and finally let go. When I walked out, I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that it was finally over, and then spurned such a relaxed self. Are you okay? Forget it, good luck.

Turning to the top, in the same year, there was still one article that Liu Ci wanted to know about the past of He Yu and Lian Xiaoli, but it was almost revealed in this dialog box.

After entangled for many years, Liu Ci's eyes were sore. Turning to the top, it was dozens of dialog boxes a year——

Where are you Liu Ci, can you tell me if you see it?

I went to college with Liu Ci, which is the major I want to study. I feel very happy. What about you, have you been admitted to the university you want to take? Don't work too hard, take some time to relax.

[Picture] I will show you the sweet fermented rice noodles I went to eat, the original taste, I can treat you to it if you are there.

Liu Ci, today a school girl said she likes me, alas, I don’t know why someone likes me, am I worthy of liking?

[Picture][Picture][Picture][Picture] I went to Guizhou to teach, the children are very cute, but the conditions are very poor, the train has been on the train for more than 40 hours, but there are many people together, to show you my classmates [Picture] We played cards all night, and the train would turn off the lights. It was like a bit of a mess, so tired.

My mother remarried, so happy that she spent all her makeup. Many people got married this year. How about you, do you have a partner? Are you still angry with me? I still don't know why you are angry, alas, I don't want to, anyway, I just miss you very much.

Liu Ci...

Liu Ci...

Liu Ci couldn't stop her tears, and finally she held her face and closed the dialog box tremblingly. She didn't dare to look at it.

For so many years, her cowardice has missed too much. Such He Yu is too worthy of her desperation.

He Yu never felt sorry for her, on the contrary, he owed her too much.

When He Yu came back, the fingerprints were correct for a long time, and she tilted her head and said, "You don't even recognize me as a little thing."

After a long time, when he opened the door, he was rushed.

She staggered a few steps before she stood still, hugged Liu Ci, and asked dumbfoundingly what was going on.

A kiss fell on the corner of her mouth.

Liu Ci cried and said, "I miss you so much."

He Yu let out a forehead, "Didn't I just go..."

"He Yu, I love you so much."

The author has something to say: Thank you for giving me a thundering girl, it's a waste~

Looking forward to double twelve (bushi) thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution during 2019-11-0920:40:41~2019-11-1221:19:59~

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