When Ruan Yu heard this, he was suspicious and hurried back.

Taking advantage of the traffic jam, she clicked on the look of "Her Eyes Can Laugh". However, I picked a few pages and found several similarities.

For example, during the New Year's Day fireworks, the plot, dialogue, and even the inner drama of the male protagonist written by the other party are completely consistent with her writing.

Another example is even more shocking. The other party described a scene where the female protagonist was holding a pot of "small flower farmers canned flowers" leaving school on a certain weekend.

It was a kind of self-growing potted plant that was popular in Suzhou No. 1 Middle School. A can grows one plant, chrysanthemum and watermelon can grow anything, but Ruan Yu's is a bit special. After the transformation, both sunflower and lavender grow.

She saw this in her diary and used it as a material to enhance the sense of age. She didn't expect that the other party also wrote this, which is also sunflower and lavender.

There are too many examples of this kind, and the short stories are fast-paced and dense. These contents are published earlier than her, but the other party is a newcomer with little exposure, and she has not paid attention to it before.

Damn it.

Liu Mao observed from the rearview mirror that her face was getting more and more ugly. Taking advantage of the red light hour, he turned to ask: "Miss Ruan, is there anything I can help?"

Ruan Yu raised his eyes and shook his head immediately.

Liu Mao probably knows her occupation, but she has been very low-key in this regard. She didn't even reveal her pseudonym to her parents. Of course, she couldn't just tell a blind date when she met for the first time.

What's more, the matter didn't reach the point where the assistance of a lawyer was needed.

So she said: "I can handle it temporarily, thank you."

Ruan Yu got out of the car downstairs in the apartment, thanked Liu Mao again, and hurried upstairs.

Just over an hour’s drive, after the forum’s bloodbath, her book review area and her work blog with more than 200,000 fans also fell one after another.

There were repeated verbal abuses and accusations, and her readers couldn't speak at all in front of the "hard" palette, and many even asked for it.

There is a **** fan who put forward a view in her favor: the author of the other party has not appeared so far, maybe it is Wenxiang's waistcoat?

There is an "experimental" operation in the online literature circle. Before opening an article, publish it with a small account, and "abandon the stem" if it fails. But Ruan Yu obviously didn't.

The event continued to ferment, and everyone was waiting for her to speak up.

She had read the other party's work carefully in the rumors, and she held her hair to calm down for a while, and decided to contact the author first.

The other party’s pseudonym is "Write Poet", Weibo @一个写诗人, a new account, only a single-digit zombie fan, the latest Weibo was published on Sunday evening four days ago: going back to school again, no Happy.

Probably a middle school student.

Ruan Yu sent a message, but did not get a reply.

Then she realized that today Thursday, if the other party lives on campus, it may be inconvenient to use a mobile phone now.

She was exhausted physically and mentally, kicked her high heels and lay down on her back, looking at the chandelier on the ceiling, her eyes out of focus, and lines of salivating words floated before her eyes——

"The plagiarism dog, don't pretend to be dead, come out and make a statement?"

"This kind of garbage is still on the gold list? Get out of Jinjiang as soon as possible!"

"This wave of stalks blends wonderfully. The first few copies were also copied from red, right?"

Many people who have said this are people who have not had a holiday with her, and they are all the conclusions drawn by "free heart testimony" after reading the color palette. So instead of being annoyed by being splashed with dirty water, she wanted to figure out first, how could the two articles collide like this?

At the end of school on Friday evening, there was a hustle and bustle outside Suzhou No. 1 High School. Xu Huaishi took out his mobile phone at the station and logged in to his Jinjiang account.

More than a month ago, she found a "traumatic" story in an elderly machine. The actor, her brother, had a crush on a girl in another class in high school, so he didn't confess until he went abroad.

This is too sad for those who saw it, and those who heard it shed tears. She couldn't help registering an ID on the website where she usually reads novels, and wrote a short story based on it.

It's not about developing an after-school career, or wanting to talk, and it's not easy to talk to friends around me, and I'm afraid that the network forums will spread too widely and be discovered by her brother, so I chose Jinjiang, the "treasure land of women's literature."

But Xu Huaishi soon realized that she was wrong.

Because she is on fire. Her book review area increased by thousands of comments in two days, and the explosive information told her that she was plagiarized by a famous writer.

Xu Huaishi was silly on the spot and didn't take his energy for a long time. When he recovered, he quickly found the other party's novel and read it. After going through it, he found the other party's Weibo, and was out of anger and prepared to ask for an explanation.

"Wenxiang"'s homepage floated with a top Weibo——Response: No plagiarism. Regarding the similarities between "I want to bite your ears with you" and "Her eyes can laugh", the author of the other party has been contacted @一个写The poet inquires and is waiting for a reply. After understanding the situation, I will explain it to everyone. (God knows this story about secret love is my personal experience when I was a student...laughing and crying)

Of course, the rhetoric in brackets is not enough to convince the public, so there is a video attached below, which is the last modification time of the outline document on her computer, which is displayed before the publication of "Her Eyes Will Laugh".

The video includes the time of the document and the content that is visible after entering the document, and is shown continuously. Compared with the screenshots with insufficient evidence, it is a more powerful clarification.

Sure enough, there are a lot of sensible passers-by under this Weibo.

Xu Huaishi was taken aback for a while, and clicked on the private message.

In the message sent by Wenxiang, the first two paragraphs are a brief explanation of the incident. In the last few lines, she said: "The article "Good Thinking" is indeed my original idea. Subjectively, there is absolutely no work that offends you, but I cannot I deny the objective existence of similarities between the two articles, and I would like to ask you questions and look forward to your reply."

Recalling the phrase "personal experience" on her homepage, Xu Huaishi was skeptical, turned around and read Wenxiang's novel again, and then found something wrong.

When she adapted the novel based on text messages, she cut some of the plots, but several of these stalks appeared in the writing of "Wen Xiang".

what does this mean?

In the early summer, her back suddenly became cold, and she got goose bumps for no reason.

A male voice interrupted her deep thoughts: "Xu Huaishi, what are you doing here? You have driven three cars on the 19th Road, don't you know?"

She looked up and saw Zhao Yi in her class coming across the road. With a stubborn head, the lollipop in his mouth just slammed into a posture of smoke, like a hooligan.

Xu Huaishi was annoyed, and was about to perfuse, with a flash of inspiration, he smiled and said, "Da Zhao, what a coincidence!"

"Yo," Zhao Yi heard the name strange, and came to this end in twos or threes. "Is the sun hitting the west? Nothing to show your courtesy, you will steal if you do it?"

She "haha" smiled, and covered her mouth and asked in a low voice, "Your family has a great and great network of contacts. I will ask you if there is any black technology in your place. You can find out if you know the other party's Weibo. Real information? Those who violate the law don't need it, just ask for a name."

Zhao Yiyu has a heart and soul: "Little girl, it is illegal to look up the name."

She choked and sighed, but saw him lowering her head and approaching him, saying, "Just give the money."

Xu Huaishi struggled, gritted his teeth: "How much?"

He made an "OK" gesture: "Thirty thousand yuan."

"..."

She turned around to leave, and was pulled by Zhao Yi's arm. When she turned around, she saw this person smiling with white teeth: "Friendly price, a cup of milk tea."

An hour later, at the street-side milk tea shop, Zhao Yi answered the phone, answered a few times, and finally said: "Thank you, uncle, I will ask you to eat crayfish another day."

Putting down the phone, he snapped his fingers, pulled the menu casually, wrote two characters crookedly, and handed it to the other side.

"Ruan Yu?" Xu Huaishi chewed twice, thinking about it for a moment, and said, "Da Zhao, a good guy, do you want to go back to school with me?"

"What are you doing?"

She pointed to the menu: "Go to the school history museum and see if this person is our senior sister."

Xu Huaishi remembered that the last text message in the draft box was the day before her brother went abroad, and the content read: "The last look was your photo in the school history museum. Goodbye."

So she thought, if there is such an almost miraculous coincidence in the world, if the phrase "Personal Experience" of "Wen Xiang" is not a lie, then there must be a picture of Ruan Yu there.

The two lied about "losing their homework" and rushed to the school history museum in the afterglow of the setting sun.

This point is already closed, thanks to Zhao Yi's playful vigor, he was obsessed with the administrator at the door, and the playbook was performed section by section. Only when Xu Huaishi looked at the timing, he sneaked in and went straight to the second floor.

The interior of the museum is empty, the setting sun illuminates the walkway through the glass windows, and the leaves outside the windows cast mottled shadows on the ground. She stepped lightly, even holding her breath, bending around, and finally reached the wall of outstanding graduates.

The No. 1 Middle School was founded nearly 50 years ago, and this school history museum has a history of 20 years, and it is now full of pictures of the walls.

She locked her gaze on the 07-level column, stretched out her index finger and moved over it row by row, slowly speeding up her heartbeat.

Tension, taboo, and excitement.

A seventeen-year-old girl, subconsciously more willing to believe in a secret that has been buried for ten years than a nasty incident such as plagiarism.

But in the next instant, there was the sound of footsteps of leather shoes in the corridor behind him, and a middle-aged man said angrily: "Which class is not going to leave school, why are you here, huh?"

Xu Huaishi screamed, before taking a closer look at the photos, she turned her head and ran down from the other side of the corridor in a panic.

The people behind her chased her all the way. She ran staggering, but when she reached the lobby on the first floor, she saw that there was still a block at the main entrance. She had to look back, desperate, and heard a familiar voice from the women's toilet: "Come on! "

She flew in, saw Zhao Yi outside the window at a glance, threw the schoolbag on her shoulder to him, then put her hands on the edge of the window and jumped out.

Zhao Yi caught her firmly, put her schoolbag on his shoulders, and ran to the grove behind the school history museum with her arm.

The two disappeared suddenly, leaving the administrator behind him scolding.

Seeing that she was thrown off, Zhao Yi stopped, threw her bag and lay on her back on the grass, panting and saying, "Xu Huaishi...the school history museum has your long-lost relatives. Must you sneak in at this time? If you apply again, your relatives will run away, right?"

Xu Huaishi was also panting, and it took a long time to answer: "If I don't figure this out, I will not sleep well all weekend!"

After she finished speaking, she fell on the grass, very annoyed: "Just a little bit!"

"That won't kill you anymore!"

Of course Xu Huaishi knew the truth about stunning snakes. At this time, the school history museum was definitely unable to enter. Asking her brother directly, he knew that she secretly took his private "love history" and published it on the Internet, which was more terrifying than taking punishment or writing a review.

So, is it really going to be a weekend?

Not reconciled, she kicked both legs desperately, then suddenly remembered something and said, "Wait..."

Proving Ruan Yu's identity does not necessarily have to be cut through text messages, but clues can also be found from "Wen Xiang" novels.

She remembered seeing this passage just now at the station: In the novel, the actor "He Shiqian" would go to the school art museum to play the piano in his spare time, and the heroine "Lin Xisheng" once wrote on the wall of his piano room. One line of English letters-LXSXHHSQ.

It means "Lin Xisheng likes He Shiqian".

In other words...

The sun completely submerged into the horizon, she stood up, took a look at the domed art gallery hidden in the night, and said: "Zhao Da, have the walls of our art gallery been repainted in recent years?"

Zhao Yi didn't know where she thought about it, and said: "The school is so stingy, there should be none."

"Then let's play another life?"

"..."

A quarter of an hour later, on the spiral staircase of the art museum, Xu Huaishi turned his phone on her waist and said, "I found it. The novel says 401, the wall behind the piano!"

After she finished speaking, she pushed Zhao Yi again, motioned him to take the lead, and repeated: "401, 401!"

Zhao Yi frowned and said in a low voice: "401 is the studio, where is the piano?"

"Huh?" Xu Huaishi was stunned.

Is it because I was afraid of being too realistic, so I made up the room number? Why not look for it one by one?

"Hurry up and think again!" Zhao Yi urged in a low voice.

Think again, think again.

Xu Huaishi hugged his head to think about it desperately. After a while, sparks splashed in his head and said, "Do you know which piano room can see the second classroom on the fourth floor of the teaching building?"

She remembered her brother saying in the text message that looking out from the piano room where he was, she could see the girl lying on the railing in front of the classroom basking in the sun.

"301 is the closest to the west!" Zhao Yi quickly judged.

"That's it, let's go!"

The two slid down to the end of the third floor.

The door of 301 was locked, and Zhao Yi sighed: "Is there a card issued? It's fine."

Xu Huaishi pulled one out of his hair, and took the phone to light him.

Five minutes later, the door opened with a click, and she was ecstatic and rushed to the back of the piano with a flashlight.

Xu Huaishi's body is narrow, she squeezed her in, and the whole beam of white light spread out, illuminating the old yellowish white wall in front of her. Although several walls were mottled and peeled off, but in the center, the line of English letters written with correction fluid still came into view clearly.

——RYXHXHS.

Zhao Yi, who was stuck outside and couldn't get in, glanced at this line of abbreviations and pieced it together: "Day, yeah, hoo, hey, hoo, hey... shoot?"

"..."

Xu Huaishi turned his head and glared at him, then turned his eyes, almost tears in his eyes with excitement.

She touched the rough wall with her index finger, cautiously as if she was afraid of breaking something, and said softly: "It's... Ruan, Yu, Xi, Huan, Xu, Huai, Song."