Captain Lu was aloof again today.

Chapter 147 Story
Artistic creation should be free, but due to various reasons, it has ultimately been restricted. When the expression is no longer appropriate, it is no longer allowed.

Wei Qingsong thought for a moment and advised out of good intentions: "Nowadays people tend to admire positive energy when reading articles. This description is too detailed and too depressing. Perhaps sometimes, death doesn't need to be depicted in such detail."

Shen Yutong stared blankly, saying nothing, neither denying nor refuting, nor defending herself.

Most of the time, Wen Ye was like his spokesperson, but he didn't speak often. When he did speak, he was always concise and to the point, as if he lacked the ability to express himself.

As Wei Qingsong was deep in thought, Shen Fu chimed in, "No, I think that description is excellent. It's precisely because of that description that the character becomes more three-dimensional and complete. Although he's just a supporting character, he's flesh and blood, as if he came to life from the book. Moreover, the reason that his writing is so good and can move readers is simply because of his excellent writing skills. How can we blame him?"

“Miss Shen is right! It’s an honor, not a disgrace, for an author to be able to evoke empathy. Those people are just too superficial.” Wen Ye immediately expressed his agreement.

These two, who usually mock each other, have surprisingly stood on the same side today in order to protect Shen Yutong.

Shen Yutong's body trembled slightly, her eyes seemed to flicker, she raised her head, glanced quickly at Shen Fu, and then quickly lowered her head again, still not saying a word.

Wei Qingsong simply smiled and showed no intention of continuing the argument.

Moreover, there is no right or wrong in this kind of thing.

Being misunderstood is the fate of those who express themselves. This post is extremely misleading, labeling Shen Tong as a "third-rate novelist." Similar comments will come again once. She was just worried that Shen Tong would be hurt.

However, a truly talented novelist often has their own principles.

She didn't say anything more, but turned to look at Shen Fu, raised an eyebrow, and said in a leisurely tone: "I've been wanting to ask this for a while now. Mr. Wen and Mr. Shen are good friends, so it's only natural that he accompanied Mr. Shen to the police station. But what about you? Why are you here too?"

Shen Fu lowered her eyes guiltily and said casually, "I happened to be having afternoon tea near Shen Tong's house today when I saw him injured and being helped out of the community by Wen Ye. Out of concern, I followed them to the hospital and then came to the Municipal Bureau."

She thought to herself that she knew her little schemes wouldn't escape Wei Qingsong's notice, so she deliberately bypassed the Criminal Investigation Brigade and went directly to the deputy director. Unexpectedly, the deputy director immediately passed the matter on to Lu Jingming.

This procedural justice is so righteous that it brings tears to my eyes before I can even speak.

"So that's how it is." Wei Qingsong's smile deepened, his gaze lingering on her, but he didn't expose her.

Some people, one minute vowing to be readers of Shen Tong's work, the next minute go to stake out near Shen Tong's home—or rather, have afternoon tea there.

How arrogant!

It's not easy to get Miss Shen to settle down and take things seriously.

Unfortunately, it seems that Shen Tong has only opened her heart to Wen Ye, and Shen Fu's unrequited love is a long and arduous journey.

Moreover, Shen Fu had been so serious about Wen Ye's orientation towards Shen Tong last time, but now she has changed her mind as if nothing had happened.

A woman's heart, a needle under the sea.

Shen Tong, who had been silent all along, suddenly stood up, his tone hurried and somewhat flustered: "I... I'm a little tired and need to go home. There's no need to pursue this matter any further."

His already pale face looked even more bloodless, and his expression was as if he had been frightened.

Wei Qingsong was somewhat confused.

What's wrong with Deep Eyes all of a sudden?
Wen Ye looked concerned and frowned as he asked, "Are you feeling unwell? Does your hand hurt?"

Shen Yutong didn't say anything, only glanced at him quickly, and then, without daring to look at Shen Fu, hurried away with her head down.

Wen Ye didn't bother to pursue the matter of the razor blades and quickly said, "I'll leave that post to you guys. Contact the poster immediately and tell him to delete it. I'm leaving now."

After saying that, he hurriedly chased after her.

Lu Jingming appeared detached, calmly watering the plants in the reception room with a watering can.

Shen Fu stood there, stunned, her expression somewhat resentful: "I'm not some monster, why does he hate me so much?"

Wei Qingsong rarely saw such an expression on her face, and knew that the carefree Miss Shen had truly fallen in love this time.

She gazed at the now empty doorway and said softly, "Don't overthink it. I think you can tell that Shen Tong is a person with a story. Perhaps he doesn't dislike you, but rather for other reasons."

Shen Fu understood the logic, but she was still unhappy: "I know he has a story, but in his eyes I'm just an outsider. I know nothing about his story, so how can I help him resolve his inner conflict?"

She has always been like this: in matters of the heart, she either gives only a fraction of her sincerity in exchange for a moment of pleasure, or she gives her all, seeking only to have no regrets in this life.

Having lived for over twenty years, she has only ever had such strong feelings for two people: the painter Gu Jun and the writer Shen Tong.

They had many similarities, but she knew they were different people.

The more she couldn't see through his deep eyes, the more she wanted to know everything about him.

Unfortunately, Deep Eyes didn't give her that chance.

Wei Qingsong couldn't bear to discourage her, but seeing her so fixated on this, she finally couldn't help but say, "In fact, to him, you are indeed an outsider. Think about it, you've only officially known him for a few days, so of course he won't open his heart to you."

"If you want to know his story, you can take a roundabout approach. Isn't Wen Ye on good terms with him? Instead of focusing on Shen Tong, why not ask Wen Ye?"

"Of course I thought of that too." Shen Fu sighed and turned to sit down on the sofa in a huff. "Unfortunately, Wen Ye kept his mouth shut about me and refused to talk about Shen Tong. No matter how I threatened or tempted him, he remained unmoved."

"Take it slow. Nothing can be accomplished overnight. Besides, relationships are a matter between two people. You have to give him time to adjust. In my opinion, Shen Tong is someone who is used to being alone. You have to be patient." With no other options, Wei Qingsong could only offer gentle words of comfort.

She looked away, but her peripheral vision caught sight of a delicate leather wallet lying in the corner of the sofa.

Wei Qingsong was slightly taken aback, reached out and picked up the wallet, muttering, "Whose wallet is this?"

As she spoke, she opened her wallet, intending to check if there was an ID card inside to confirm the owner's information.

Before she could draw a conclusion, Shen Fu had already recognized the wallet: "Hey, this looks like Wen Ye's."

As she finished speaking, Wei Qingsong also took out Wen Ye's ID card from the inner pocket of her wallet.

Thank you to Xiaoxin selling crayons, Molan, Tiramisu in the Rain, and Shixia for the monthly tickets.

Thank you to Night-dyed Phoenix Tree for the generous donation.

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