Sister, you miss me

Yang Feng supported Dong Yongcheng: "Old Dong, wait a minute, first speak clearly."

"Yeah." Dong Yongcheng nodded and said excitedly: "I followed your instructions and went to the Tiandi station. The work quickly became popular because the crazy influx of readers from outside stations directly caused the Tiandi server to go down."

"So hot?" Yang Feng was stunned. "I said it would be hot, but I never thought it would be so hot."

"The excitement is yet to come." Dong Yongcheng said, "Director Liao of Tiandi contacted me and planned to invest a huge amount of money in operating my book. I heard that movies, animation, and games are going on at the same time, and the initial budget has reached 10 million. "

"My dear!" Yang Feng exclaimed: "Old Dong, you are really a golden scale and not a thing in the pool."

"I'm a bad horse, if I didn't meet Feng Ge, you Bole, I..."

"The first book, with no more than a million words, is directly promoted to become a god." Yang Feng shook his head, "Dong Yongcheng, you are also unprecedented!"

Dong Yongcheng couldn't help crying with joy: "Think about it now, everything I have given is worth it. Seeing the smile on Cuihua's face is my greatest relief."

"What's the good news?" Yang Feng asked casually.

Dong Yongcheng looked at the door and lowered his voice: "I just published a million words and the first contribution fee promised by Director Liao has already been credited."

"What price?"

Dong Yongcheng raised an index finger.

"It can't be ten thousand."

Dong Yongcheng shook his head.

"One hundred thousand?"

Dong Yongcheng still shook his head.

"Is it one million?" Yang Feng changed his tone.

Dong Yongcheng couldn't help nodding: "Yes, one million before tax, eighty eighty thousand after tax."

"Good fellow, you will become a millionaire in no time." Yang Feng suddenly narrowed his eyes, "Sister Hu doesn't know yet, right!"

"Brother Feng's eyes are like torches." Dong Yongcheng raised his thumb, "I want to surprise Cuihua."

"This man, if he has money, he will go bad. I hope you didn't intentionally hide it and want to save some private money..." Yang Feng picked his chin, "It's all men, you know."

"Brother Feng, I am not the kind of thing that is inferior to animals, and I can't do that kind of ungrateful things anymore."

"That's good." Yang Feng took a deep breath and smiled, "I didn't expect that writing novels is so profitable, or should I write too?"

Dong Yongcheng smiled and shook his head: "People are ugly to write novels. You don't need to. Your life is a novel. Your every day is wonderful."

"That's true." Yang Feng scratched his head, a little embarrassed in the rare, but more at ease.

"Brother Feng."

"Ok."

"I will use the notebook for a while."

"What are you doing, I'm not here to collect debts." Yang Feng smiled.

"And the manuscript fee you paid upfront..."

"When you truly become a great god, you will even give me back the benefits."

"it is good."

"Let me look at the data of your masterpiece."

Dong Yongcheng immediately connected to the Internet and entered the Chinese homepage of Tiandi. Yang Feng saw that "Death of Qin" firmly locked at the top of the major rankings, and the data left the second place on the eight streets. It can be described as a great ride and it is hard to beat.

"Awesome!" Yang Feng gave a thumbs up and thought about it and looked at Dong Yongcheng and said: "Dong Yongcheng, now you have a certain economic foundation and your career has entered an upward path, shouldn't it be time to do things for Hu? Sister's status?"

"Brother Feng, to tell you, I have been thinking about this issue these days, but there is always no perfect solution. Besides, I want to wait until the movie is released and the game is online..."

"Can't wait any longer." Yang Feng interrupted Dong Yongcheng, "You should know how much Sister Hu has paid for you! When you were lying in bed half-dead, Sister Hu resolutely went to take care of you in spite of the opposition of the whole world. ..."

"Don't tell me, I know all of this. Feng Ge, I will make Cuihua happy." Dong Yongcheng vowed to make him happy, and then asked humbly: "Feng Ge, you have a lot of ideas, what way do you think I should propose? "

"Be romantic!" Yang Feng raised his index finger, "You are not short of money, secretly buy a diamond ring, find a high-end Western restaurant, and propose to you in public."

"Will it be too high-profile, it's an old husband and wife?"

"Hu Cuihua deserves this."

"Okay, I listen to Brother Feng."

Yang Feng let out a sigh of relief: "In this way, Sister Hu can be regarded as keeping the moon clear."

The two chatted for nearly two hours. Seeing that it was lunch time, how could Dong Yongcheng and Hu Cuihua let Yang Feng leave, but Yang Feng declined.

Just getting in the car here, a blue and white beach women's singles crossed in front. It turned out to be Hu Xiaolin.

The little girl was dressed in Adidas outfit, her face flushed with cold, and she straddled on the beach buggy, full of youthful vitality.

"Hey, why do you block my way?" Yang Feng lowered the car window and asked with a smile.

Hu Xiaolin supported the bicycle, stepped forward and opened the side door, and sat in the co-pilot.

"Well, something?"

"Brother Yang, I heard that you have dropped out of school?" Hu Xiaolin asked with concern, blinking her big eyes.

"Isn't it, do you know about me?"

"It's less stinky, those who are interested know it."

"Oh." Looking at the little girl's big shiny eyes, Yang Feng didn't know how to answer.

"It's all time for dinner, don't leave!" Hu Xiaolin invited her.

"I have something to do next time."

"Big Brother Yang, you don't have to be so polite. The things written by Dong Yongcheng can really be sold for money. This is far beyond my expectation. I know that all this is due to you."

"Me?" Yang Feng shook his head. "The eyes of the masses are sharp, and Dong Yongcheng's writing is really good."

"No matter how good things are, it would be useless without you, the discerning Bole."

"Bo Le only knows horses." Yang Feng smiled and corrected.

"Hate!" Hu Xiaolin pouted and pushed Yang Feng.

"Don't move your feet, your mother will misunderstand it." Yang Feng glanced at the hairdressing salon with a guilty conscience.

"She knows who you are, it's me that she doesn't worry about."

"what?"

"I won't tell you, goodbye." Hu Xiaolin pushed the door and jumped out of the car and pushed away the bicycle. From the beginning to the end, she did not dare to look up at Yang Feng again.

The little girl thinks so much!Yang Feng shook his head, grinned, and drove away.

...

Longteng International Kindergarten.

Time to light up.

The director Dong Jiayi took off the reading glasses, looked at her son who came back with a pack of clothes, and said casually: "Datong, didn't mom let you invite a few roommates to the house? You didn't invite it?"

"Mom, don't mention it." Wang Datong dropped the bag. "Recently, the relationship between several people has been a little nervous."

"What's going on?" Dong Jiayi was extremely concerned.

"It's not all because of the fourth child." Wang Datong took a sip of his mother's tea, "That's Yang Feng."

"What's up with him?"

"Well, mom, are you caring too much."

"What's wrong with him, tell mom."

"Hey! The kid dropped out of school without saying anything, and disappeared for two days for nothing. Everyone cared about him, but guess what he did? He was talking nonsense." Wang Datong shook his head, "These two days, we All three are too lazy to talk to him."

"How do you know that people are talking nonsense?" Dong Jiayi said, "The young man's mother has seen it. She is quite sunny. Although she has a lively personality, she is not like that kind of frivolous person."

"But what he did was frivolous. If you listen to his explanation, you will understand."

"How does he explain."

"As the boss of the dormitory, I asked him why he dropped out of school. You can never guess what he said."

"How to say?"

"He said that because the Board of Education had just issued a policy, he wanted to occupy a sofa."

"Occupy the sofa?"

"Let's take a look, you don't understand it. This is an online vocabulary, which means striving to be the first person."

"Oh, hehe, this kid is really fucking."

"Only ghosts believe what he said." Wang Datong said bitterly, "I asked him again, since he was suspended from school, why did he come back again. He said that he had planned to start a business after the suspension of school, but he had some capital, but it was because the family suddenly had something What happened, the money ran out and there was no place to live, so I had to come back to the dormitory. Mom, do you think there is such a coincidence in the world?"

Dong Jiayi smiled kindly: "Datong, lying is usually a thankless thing, because often telling a lie requires a bunch of lies to make sense. So I think if Yang Feng has no lasting pain, then, He is telling the truth."

"Mom, you actually talked to him!" Wang Datong's face was incredulous.

"It's not who is facing who, you are fans of the authorities, mother bystanders are clear." Dong Jiayi sighed softly: "Fate is a very wonderful thing. You are admitted to the same university, filled out the same major, and still live in a dormitory. You should cherish it."

"That kid doesn't know well." Wang Datong angrily said.

"They all live in the same dormitory, so you can't see you when you look down, at least don't be arrogant!"

"That's not true, it's the Cold War at best."

Dong Jiayi shook her head: "Last time in your school, my mother met Yang Feng. He told me at that time that he and you are brothers. I said, young people, brothers don’t just call them casually. It’s a lifetime thing, he Of course. At that moment, I thought he was sincere."

Wang Datong remained silent.

The time to get along was not long, but Yang Feng impressed him deeply and strongly.

Yang Feng spoke frivolously, but, as his mother said, his behavior was never frivolous.

Does Yang Feng really have to suffer from a lie?

"Datong, listen to my mother's words and invite three roommates to sit at home. Misunderstandings often stem from insufficient communication."

Wang Datong glanced at his mother and nodded when he saw the expectation in her eyes.

...

Entering December, the atmosphere of Christmas gradually strengthened.

Walking on the street, you can often hear Christmas songs, there will be Christmas trees in the windows of the roadside, Santa Claus, and large supermarkets are filled with Christmas gifts.

When eating in the cafeteria at night, Wang Datong, Park Zhongsheng, and Jin Zishan were at a table, and Yang Feng was at a table alone.

The other classmates who were eating pointed and talked.

The implication is that F4 is disbanded.

At this time, Wang Bingqian, Qin Xue, Jiang Bengyue, and Su Qinxin walked in, and the dining hall suddenly became quiet. A pair of eyes followed the figure of a few people who were cooking, paying attention.

The four women prepared the food and sat around Yang Feng.

For a moment, Yang Feng felt like ten thousand arrows pierced through him. Those arrows were the eyes of the boys.