C12 After Work

For the rest of the day, Fan Shuang would be bored and dispirited. With no one to bother him or disturb him, he could enjoy the life he wanted to live as much as he wanted.

Since the spy sent by the landlady to lurk next door had left, he should have happily given up the long day. He remembered that last night when he was watching "Flame Shadow", the giant internet card had erased all the happy feelings, looked for all the reasons, afraid that it was his network that was stopped, but it wasn't. In the end, they thought that the old network line was sluggish, so they gave up and went to sleep, leaving the player to cache itself.

He turned on his computer, connected to the Internet, and began to roam around the virtual world while enjoying himself to his heart's content. He had played online for a long time, after all, he had played online for almost six years, and could be considered a skeleton player. He had invested a lot of money, energy, and time into it in order to find a strong opponent to compete with, shorten the gap, and find a sense of balance, so it was even more difficult to part with him.

Immersed in the virtual happiness of the game, without knowing it, he forgot about time and forgot all his worries and worries behind him.

He didn't know that Fan Shuang was sitting in front of his computer for a few hours, playing in the dark and not bothering him at all. The room was dark, and even his sister (Mu Hua) hadn't come to disturb him since he had gotten off work. He had also forgotten to do his own business, to work seriously, to write carefully. He had always held a point of view: play to your heart's content, work to your heart's content, and nothing else mattered. The more you thought about it, the more troubled you would be.

It wasn't until nightfall that Sister Yi returned home from work. Just as Fan Shuang had worried in the morning, she got up late from bed and hurried off to work. She didn't even have time for breakfast and was still on her way to work, so she naturally didn't bring her room key with her.

Since she couldn't get in, of course she had to knock on the door. A little girl like her didn't have the wild and unruly ability to break in.

Upon hearing the knock on the door, Fan Shuang checked the time with the help of his computer. Although the computer displayed the time in the lower right corner, he was still used to looking at his watch: 8: 40. The room was dark and the outside was dark.

Fan Shuang closed the door, consciously avoiding her. She pursed her lips and muttered, "Go out without a key, I'm not a servant or servant. I can open the door for you every day."

The younger sister seemed to have heard something and asked, "Uncle, you stayed at home for the whole day?" "I'm really serious. How about I take a look at your novel first?"

Fan Shuang was quick-witted, trembling with fear. He quickly stood at the door of his study, stretching out his arms to shield her. He was afraid that she would see through his secret, so he wanted to keep her out of his sight.

She jumped up from the sofa, and ran to the door like she was running a race against Fan Shuang. In the end, she was still half a step too slow, looking up at Fan Shuang with a sorrowful look, and said angrily, "Uncle, you are so stingy, you can't even admire your masterpiece, can you?"

Fan Shuang stuttered, "I'm still working hard. If you want to see, when the day is over I'll pass it on to you?"

Sister Yi took out her 4S phone from her pocket, as if she was waiting for an important call or someone to leave a message for her. Fan Shuang didn't dare to let his guard down, but he thought to himself, "Apple?" You truly are corrupt, what kind of literary talent are you trying to play? You might not really be able to understand what I'm writing, but don't try to curry favor with me, the more enthusiastic you are, the more it becomes. "

"If you don't want to watch, then don't. I can surf your internet, watch movies or whatever." With that, she turned around and calmly walked in the direction of the sofa.

Fan Shuang's eyes widened in shock. "I forgot the wifi password myself. How did you know I was connected to the internet?"

"Did you say OUT? Is he out of date? "It's not wrong at all. You have a router, so of course I can share it with you. Don't you know that the current software is very powerful?" Sister Yi was playfully waving her cellphone in front of Fan Shuang's eyes as if she was showing off and also feeling proud of herself.

Fan Shuang was jolted awake. "So you have the Universal Secret Key. Why didn't I think of it for a while? Did you link up with me to watch a movie last night?" "No wonder my internet was not smooth at all last night. Reading anime is like staring at a frame."

"Hee hee …" Yeah, last night when I saw you ignoring me, I couldn't sleep after I went back to my room, so I tried to steal your web, but who knows if I could. "

Fan Shuang was worried and had a headache. In the future, his network would no longer be exclusive to him, and now he had a sister who was sorry to him. He had to be more careful when playing games and watching movies. Up to the hall, down to the kitchen, kill the wooden horse, fight the hooligans, get out of jail, and climb over the wall. Next time I'll encrypt it, let's see if you still dare to do it. "

Sister Yi stuck out her tongue, kept her smile on, and said: "Alright, Uncle, don't be angry, I've worked hard for a whole day and only got off work now, do you understand me a lot? "I'll only use it for a while at night. You can use it however you want, but I won't be able to take up the rest of the time, right?" Her coquettish pleading sounded like she was forgiving. This kind of conversation was something Fan Shuang himself had tried a hundred times, but it was all a distant past.

Fan Shuang could not vent her anger even if she tried to persuade him. She felt that what she said was reasonable, so why be so stingy? Since he had paid the annual tribute, why would it be inconvenient for others? Then what movie did you watch? Guess you're either watching Korean dramas or you're crying? Or is he worshipping a warm guy, a handsome guy, or is he infatuated with someone? "Or it could be that she's so pure and innocent that she's moved to a complete mess. Well, she doesn't dress up her literary and artistic skills anyways, so she can't learn anything practical at all."

"Where?" Although I also like to see some fresh, innocent movies, but is also an excellent selection, okay? "For example, 'The Girl I Chased Together', 'To Youth', 'Those Five Years Stolen', 'Thirty-three Days Lost in Love', that makes a lot of sense too, doesn't it?" Her joy could no longer be described in any words.

Fan Shuang, however, did not want to hear her talk about the introduction of the Book of Heaven, so she nonchalantly dealt with it. She felt like a strange beast, but in her heart, she was wondering: Since working from 8.30 am to 8.30 pm, excluding the three meals, the whole job would take at least 10 and a half hours, yet he did not feel the slightest bit tired. He couldn't help but sigh at how much he had aged.

Seeing that he was not in a good mood, Sister Yi started talking about it herself in high spirits, but he acted as if nothing had happened. He also felt a sense of loss, which was ignored by her with indifference, suddenly stopped talking and then in a flash, she asked in pleasant surprise: "Uncle, you have the QQ number, right? How about you include me in reading your masterpiece? "

Faced with her insistence, Fan Shuang felt a headache coming on, as if he was her enemy. He refused but also refused but did not hide anything, saying, "I rarely log on QQ. Besides, I never put my writing on QQ, so I can only write down my feelings on it, and... I've written about serious literature, and very few people like it. Also, I haven't appeared in a long time, so I don't want anyone to disturb me. If others really care about you, they will pay attention to you at all times, and if others don't care about you, it's useless even if you pester me until the end. "

Faced with Fan Shuang's rejection, Sister Yi felt dejected and sad. She muttered to herself, "It's just a tool to chat, why are you being so noble?" If you don't want to bring it down, I think you're usually very busy, so I didn't want to disturb you too much. "

Fan Shuang did not want to make her unhappy. In fact, her thoughts and words did not agree, and she thought that with her hard work, even if it were someone, they would be exhausted. Why did they not rest earlier?

Her younger sister was originally in a good mood. Fan Shuang's sarcasm made it so that all her passion and good mood failed her. She fell into the cold cellar and dejectedly returned to her room.