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Chapter 22 Who are you?

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    After returning from the hospital, Zhuo Youran took another hot bath, swept away the supper prepared by sister Ling, and planned to fall asleep early.  But maybe I slept too much in the afternoon, or maybe I have something hidden in my heart, and I feel a little depressed.  Looking at the white ceiling leisurely, I have counted the sheep in the pen to 18983, but I still don't feel sleepy.

    Leisurely no longer forced herself, put on her nightgown, and opened the heavy purple floor-to-ceiling curtains.  It was already two o'clock in the morning, and the mountain forest outside the glass wall was emitting a faint green light under the cold moonlight. The wind blowing from the top of the mountain, mixed with the northern chill, swept out the howling of night wolves.

    Leisurely made herself a cup of hot tea and turned on the computer.  My online novel has been discontinued for three days, and the editor in charge made two urging phone calls in the afternoon. If I don't update the article, I think she will be chased and killed all the way.

    The dark light reflected from the computer screen was projected on Youran's face, bright and dark from time to time.  You Ran tried her best to concentrate her thoughts, wanting to continue the plot of the novel.

    Youran is a standard house girl. When she was in S City, except for her nine-to-five working hours, she just stayed at home and wrote novels.  Her ghost novel "The Eyes Outside the Glass Window" has been qualified to be banned by the ghost channel, and must update 3,000 words a day for this week to maintain the rising popularity and support.

    ? I originally planned to use this weekend to code well, just to make up for the two chapters that were lacking in the previous two days.  But people are not as good as heaven, since Zheng Jie's phone call, Youran has fallen into a tunnel that keeps running.  Until now, I was a little free to sort out my thoughts, and the code words crossed.

    Leisurely looked at the page of her column, it has been updated for three days, the popularity has dropped a lot, and the ranking has dropped by three places.  In the reader's message, there is another book review written by the person named "My Heart Is Still".  Since he wrote his first supernatural novel, this loyal reader has followed him all the way, and he is already a die-hard fan.

    A strong sense of responsibility ignited in Youran's heart. For the readers who selflessly supported me, even if I, Zhuo Youran, sacrificed my sleep and became a panda, I would not disappoint your expectations and votes.  Wait, watch me pick up the shovel, fill the hole with sweat, and pull you out of the hole one by one.

    Zhuo Youran is a kind person, if someone treats her well, she must return three cents.  Therefore, she collects every reader's message and book review carefully, and replies earnestly.

    As soon as she replied to the message "My heart is still", the text message on the site lit up.  Unexpectedly, that reader was still squatting at two o'clock in the morning, and when he saw the leisurely update, he immediately occupied the sofa.

    In the past, You Ran would not tell strangers about her private QQ, but tonight, for some reason, facing such loyal fans, she actually added the other party's QQ.

    "Hello! Thank you for supporting me all the time. I was sweating and writing, and something happened to me in the past two days, and I missed the update." Youran took the initiative to send a message.  Readers are the author's parents, this awareness, You Ran still understands.

    The other party didn't reply right away. After waiting for a while, a puppy's profile picture blinked and beeped: "It's okay, everyone will encounter some unpleasant troubles. Is this QQ your private Q number?"

    Leisurely wondered, this question is really strange, I've already talked with you, so it doesn't matter if it's private or not.

    However, the reader is God, so you still have to be patient: "Hehe. Yes. This is my private Q number, which is generally not disclosed to readers. You are the first!"

    Special treatment can always move the other party, so Leisurely emphasized the three words "the first".

    The other party was silent again, Zhuo Youran thought that "My Heart Is Still" had already gone offline, and suddenly the puppy portrait lit up again.

    "Can you tell me about your troublesome things? There are some things that will grow moldy if you hide them in your heart. Take them out in a timely manner to keep your body and mind healthy"

    Hey, this person is quite interesting. He is probably doing other work at hand, and he has a word to say, but nothing to say.  However, in the dead of night, the defense line of people's hearts is also very fragile. Zhuo Youran concocted weird and cold ghost stories, and at the same time babbled about the troubles he encountered in the past few days to this stranger on the Internet.

    A network cable connects the two ends of the world, and the tangible words permeate the invisible heart.  I don't know who the other person is, and sometimes I even forget who I am.  Zhuo Youran slowly confides all the troubles in her heart, and for the first time, she feels that there is someone who is willing to listen to her troubles, which is such a wonderful joy.

    "Where is the dance? When?" Finally, the other party asked this question.

    At this time, the sky was already bright, and outside the entire glass wall, the rosy morning glow smudged the entire jungle, and a round of sunrise slowly rose from behind the mountains, and the whole room was illuminated by the autumn morning light.

      Zhuo Youran quickly typed the last sentence on the keyboard: "On Wednesday night, Shantiya built the lakeside clubhouse."

    The sun is shining in the sky, and the fragrance of sleeping leisurely.  When You Shi came to knock on the door, You Ran was still covering her head and was with Duke Zhou.

    After a night of hard work, in exchange for the update of the three chapters, You Ran was counting the popularity index in her dream, laughing so hard that her saliva drools.

    "Sister, the master from Yujinfang is here to make a dress for you. Are you up yet?" You Shi waited outside the door for ten minutes, but there was still no movement inside.  As a last resort, I can only push the door open.

    The floor-to-ceiling curtains on the glass wall were not all drawn, leaving a gap to let in the outdoor sunlight.  In the leisurely white bedroom, there is hazy light, and there is still a faint fragrance of lavender in the air.

    On the gorgeous deep purple bed, a slim person is curled up in the middle. The thick quilt is not covering the body, but is hugged leisurely in front of the chest, with the head covered and the waist bowed, sleeping soundly like a cute bird.  cat.  The white back and slender limbs were exposed in the cool air, against the deep purple color of the bed, presenting a beautiful picture in Yushi's eyes.

    When Zhuo Youshi pushed the door and entered, this was the scene that greeted his eyes.  He took a deep breath, calmed down, and sat quietly by the bed.  Leisurely on the bed was still sleeping soundly, and didn't hear anyone entering the room at all.

    You Shi quietly stared at his sister in the dreamland, his melancholy eyes gradually changed to a warm color.  He stretched out his hand cautiously, gently stroking leisurely black hair, from the root to the tip, as smooth as a piece of fine satin, with a throbbing softness flowing from his fingertips.

    Youran seemed to feel that someone was stroking her hair, her eyes were blindfolded, and she turned over.  You Shi withdrew his hand, stood up, and coughed twice.

    Youran finally woke up, rubbed the panda's eyes, and saw You Shi standing at the head of the bed as tall and straight as a bamboo.

    "Ah!" Youran was taken aback by You Shi who appeared silently: "What are you doing! You are pretending to be a ghost in broad daylight, scaring people!"

    "I knocked on the door and coughed too. You yourself slept like a dead pig and couldn't wake you up." You Shi smiled and opened the purple floor-to-ceiling curtains, and the room was immediately filled with light and warm.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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