You’re My Belated Happiness

When I heard here, I was eager to catch back.

, she knew that "her eyes smile" look. But when I picked a few pages, I found several mini.

For example, the New Year's Day fireworks, the plots, dialogue, and even the inner play of the other person, all written with her.

For example, if it is more calling the glasses, the other party describes a certain weekend, and the woman is holding the basin of "small flower farmers".

That is a self-cultivation plant in the city of Su City, a plant, a plant, and the chrysanthemum watermelon can species, but the is a bit special, and after the transformation, the sunflower and lavender.

She saw this in the diary. In order to enhance the sense of the year, she used the material. I didn't expect that the other party also wrote this, and the sunflower and lavender.

The examples such as such an example are great, and the short rhythm is fast, the stalk is intensive, and these contents are earlier than her, but the other party has no exposure newcomers, she didn't pay attention before.

See the ghost.

Liu Mao observed that her face was increasingly ugly, and the red light time, the turned head asked: "Miss, what can I help?"

The lifted his eye and immediately shook his head.

Liu Mao probably knew her career, but she has been very low in this regard, even did not disclose the pen name to my parents, and of course it is impossible to talk about the blind date of the first time.

What's more, things don't have to help the lawyers.

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

Yu Yishi took the car under the apartment building, thanks to Liu Mao again, and then hurried upstairs.

Just another hour drive, followed by the blood of the forum, her book review area, and 20,000 powder workplace also fell into the fall.

, accusing the sound, her readers don't say words in front of "hard" into such a palette, and even a lot is also asking.

There is a hardware view to her: the other author has not appeared, maybe it is a warm vest?

The network circle has a "test infarction" operation, and the trumpet first in the opening will be "abandoned." It can be obviously not yet.

The incident continued to ferment, everyone is waiting for her to speak.

She took a closer to the other party in the annual rumor, grabbed the hair calm, and decided to contact the author first.

The other party's pen name "Write the poet", Weibo @ , is a new number, only a zombie powder, the latest Weibo published on Sunday evening before four days: I have to return school, no Happy.

Probably a student.

issued a message in the past, but it did not get a reply.

Then she realized that today, if the other party lives, it is very likely to use a mobile phone.

She is tired of, and she is lying on the bed, looking at the chandelier on the ceiling, the eyes of the sizzling, the words of the sizzling -

"Plagiarism the dog, don't die, come out for the table?"

"This kind of garbage is still in the gold list? I will roll out early Jinjiang!"

"This wave is integrated, the first few is also copying red?"

Speaking of these, there are many passers-by with her, all of which are delayed "Freedom Congci" after the toner. So she even wants to make it more than the hate that is spapped and dirty. How can the two text be hit?

On Friday evening, the time of school, Su City, a bustling school. Xu Huai Shi took out the phone at the station and logged in to Jinjiang account.

More than a month ago, she found a story of "tragic" in a old-age. The male protagonist, that is, her brother, actually in the high school era, secretly, don't work in a class, and I haven't explained until I go abroad.

This is too crowd to cry. She couldn't help but register a ID in the website that usually read the novel. I wrote a short story.

It is not the development of the levy, that is, it is a smashing, and it is not good to talk to friends around him. It is also afraid that the spread of the network forum is too wide. It was found by her brother, so I chose Jinjiang this "female literature treasure".

But Xu Huai Shi quickly realized that she was wrong.

Because of her fire. Her book review area has increased thousands of comments in two days, and the explosive information tells her that she is plagiarized by a small writer.

Xu Huai Shi is stupid in the same place, has not been slow in half a day, waiting to go to God, quickly find the other novel, after a long time, search for the other party Weibo, prepare for the discussion.

"Wenxiang" home page floats a top microblog - response: there is no integration sterling, about "I want to bite the ear" and "her eyes smile" two texts, Contact the other author @ The poem is inquiry, waiting for the reply, and will further explain it later. (Day knows this story about secret love, is the personal experience of my student era ... smiles)

The words in parentheses are of course not enough to serve, so they also attached the video, which is the last modification of her computer in the outline document, which is displayed before "her eyes smile".

The video includes document time and content visible after entering the document, which is a more powerful clarification compared to screenshots that have insufficient evidence.

Sure enough, under this Weibo, passers-by a lot.

Xu Huai Shi is therefore a glimpse, and you will open a private letter.

The news from "Wen Xiang" is a brief description of the incident. The last few lines, she said: "" I don't think "is really my original idea, subjective definitely no one's work, but I can't Denified the objective existence of Lei Tong between the two texts, in this case, look forward to your reply. "

Recall that her homepage "personally experience", Xu Huai Shi will believe will hear, look back, look back, see the novels of warm fragrance, then discovering it.

When she won the novel according to SMS, she cut some of the plots, but these stalks had a pen appeared in "warm".

what does this mean?

On the day of the first summer, she suddenly fell cold, and he did a chicken skin without end.

A male voice interrupted her profound: "Xu Huai poetry, what are you doing here?" I don't know if I have opened three vehicles? "

She looked up, seeing Zhao Ying from the battle in the class. A plate of a plate, the lollipine is hard in the mouth, and a gesture of the smoke.

Xu Huai poo is annoyed, it is about to perfunctory, and there is a sound, smile and say: "Zhao Da, Qiao!"

"Hey," Zhao Yifei heard this called this, three or two steps to this, "The sun hits the west side? No matter is diligent, non-paritor?"

She "huh" smiled, the cover is a small voice, "Your home is big" people 'wide, I am inquiry with you, there is no black technology, can I know the other Weibo, find her Real information? If you are illegal, you must have a name. "

Zhao Wei's emphasis: "Little girl, the name is also illegal."

She is sigh, I am sighing, but I see him to put down the head to join, say: "But give money."

Xu Huai poem struggled, bite his teeth: "How much?"

He is more than a "ok" gesture: "30,000 yuan."

"..."

She turned and went, was pulled by Zhao Wei, and I saw this person to laugh and showed a big white tooth: "Friendship, a cup of milk tea."

After an hour, Linjie milk tea shop, Zhao Wei pick up the phone, should be a few, and finally said: "Thank you, uncle, please eat crayfish."

Return the phone, he hits the finger, pull the menu, and twist the two big words, hand it to the opposite.

"?" Xu Huai Shi chewed twice, recalling the moment, "Zhao Da, good people do it, accompany me back to school?"

"What?"

She fingers a menu: "Go to the School History, see if this person is our school sister."

Xu Huai Shi remember, the last text message in the draft box, the time is the day before her brother, the content is: "The last eye is the school history hall. Goodbye."

So she thought, if there is such a close miracle in the world, if "Wen Xiang" "personal experience" is not lying, then there must be a photo of the .

The two lied "falling in the homework" and rushing to the school hall in the gap.

This point has been closed, and he is losing Zhao Wei's splash, and the administrator is dead at the door, and the play is a paragraph. Xu Huai poet is only waiting for the opportunity.

The hall is empty, and the sunset lights through the glass window, and the leaves outside the window are cast in the ground. She puts his footsteps, even breathing, and bends around, and finally arrived at the college excellent graduates.

In the past 50 years of construction, the school is also a history of 20 years, and now squeezes photos of the wall.

She locked her eyes at the 07th column, and she stretched out the index finger a row of exhalation, slowly and slowly accelerated.

Nervous, taboo, and excitement.

The 17-year-old girl, compared to the harsh incidents plagiarized, and the subconscious is more willing to believe a secret that is buried by the years.

However, next moment, behind the road sounded the football sound, a middle-aged man was very urgently defeated: "Which class, let go, don't go, what to do, Ah?"

Xu Huai poetry is surprised, I can't come and watch photos, I will run, and I will hurry to rush from the other side.

After the latter, she ran, she ran, but she went to the first floor, but I also blocked one, I had to look back, I walked down, listening to a familiar voice from the female toilet: "Come!" "

She flew in and saw Zhao Wei outside the window, and gave him a bag on the shoulder, and then his hands and a window, jumped out.

Zhao Ying took her, put her bags on the shoulders, and pulled her arms to run the small wood behind the school history.

The two didn't have a shadow, leaving the manager and jumping behind him.

Looking at people, Zhao Ying stopped, throwing her bag and lie on the grass, said while she said: "Xu Huai Shi ... The school history hall has your own relatives for many years, I don't have to steal this time? Monday If you apply, your loved ones will run, isn't it? "

Xu Huai poetry also breathed, half a day replied: "Don't figure out this, I will sleep all over the weekend!"

She said that I followed in the grass, I was very annoyed: "I am a little bit!"

"That is not to play with you!"

Xu Huai Shi, of course, knew the truth of the snake, this time, the school history is not going. I directly asked her brother, he was appreciated by him to steal his private "love history" to the Internet, simply a score, and the review is terrible.

So, is it really torment a weekend?

She is not willing, the two legs are dead, and I suddenly think of what, say: "Wait ..."

Certification of the identity of , do not have to be cut from the text message, you can also find a clue from the novel of "warm".

She remembered such a section of the station in the station: in the novel, the male protagonist "He Chang" will play the piano in the school's art museum, and the heroine "Lin Hi" has been in the wall of the housing, write down One party English letters - LXSXHSQ.

It means that "Lin Zi Sheng likes to move when he is happy."

That is to say ...

The sun completely did not enter the horizon, she stood up, looked at the dome art gallery in the night, said: "Zhao Da, our artist wall, have there any re-brush paint in recent years?"

Zhao Yizhen didn't know where she thought, said: "The school is so swearing, there should be no."

"Then let's play again?"

"..."

After a quarter, the art gallery was rolled on the ladder, Xu Huai poetry, waist, said: "Found, the novel is written 401, the wall behind the piano!"

She finished, and pushed Zhao Wei, indicating him to fight, repeat: "401,401!"

Zhao Wei frowned, lowered the channel: "401 is the studio, how can a piano?"

"?" Xu Huai poetry.

Is it afraid that it is too real, so the room number is it? Do you have to find it in a room?

"I want to think about it again!" Zhao Wei was urging.

Think about it, think about it.

Xu Huai Shi hugged his head and returned. After a moment, the spark was splash in his head and said, "Do you know, which group can see the second classroom of the four floors of the teaching building?"

She remembered that her brother said in the text message, looking out from his own piano, you can see the girl in front of the classroom door.

"The most west 301!" Zhao Yifei quickly judged.

"It's it, go!"

The two were short and sneaked to the end of the third floor.

The door lock of 301, Zhao Ying sighed: "Is there anything? Fine.

Xu Huai Shi pulled a root from the hair and took his mobile phone to him.

Five minutes later, the door "" opened, she is ecstatic, and she is in front of the piano.

Xu Huai poetry is narrow, will squeeze in, the white light of the entire bundle, illuminating the old yellow-shaking white wall before the eyes. Although there are several walls that are sturdy, the center, the English letters written in the line are still clearly reflected in the eye.

--Ryxhxhs.

Zhao Yisiming in the outside, Zhao Yishe, to this line, scattered: "Day, yeah, , , , ... shoot?"

"..."

Xu Huai poeteked him back, and turned over and almost excited to tears.

Her food finger struck the rough wall, like what is afraid of taking a small heart, whispered: "Yes ... Yan, Yu, Xi, Joy, Xu, Huai, Yang."