System: If you are confessed, you cannot write a novel

Mo Wenjing no longer refused. Although she knew that she and Ren Yi could not live like ordinary people, she still hoped to get to know his family. Mo Wenjing said:
"Then trouble you."

"You're welcome, it's hard to say that we can become good sisters in the future."

"You are a smart woman."

"Thank you. In fact, what is needed in a relationship is sincerity."

"You're right, you're so sensible, a woman who understands the general idea doesn't have an unforgettable story?"

"As long as everyone has a story, but I will start a new relationship after breaking it clean. This is the respect for the three parties. Don't talk about me. I can tell you in detail when I have a chance. Today is a matter of double happiness. I'm busy getting married, and you should recognize your relatives, let's go, I'll take you to say hello to Ren Yi's aunts next."

Li Lizhen took Mo Wenjing to recognize her relatives inside and out. After that, Mo Wenjing left without saying goodbye. She is still not a pure human being, and she will not say goodbye in a human way.

In the days that followed, no one knew what happened. Mo Ming disappeared as if the world had evaporated, and Lin Yi disappeared together. Lin Yu no longer pursued those things persistently. He became a rich son in the true sense. If you don't do it, you will have money that you can't spend in your life.

Everyone went back to normal life as if nothing had happened. The happy people were always happy, and the unhappy people were never really happy.

Ren Yi also seems to have never appeared in this world, no one remembers him, remembers him, all the stories seem to end without reason, and it seems that there is no beginning...

A certain author typed the last line at his computer desk and applied to his novel editor for completion.

He leaned back on the sofa and thought: 'Is this all there? '

After turning off the computer, the author had a hasty meal and went out. He saw Ren Yi and Mo Wenjing passing by him holding hands on the street. He tried to catch up, but lost them at several corners.

Lin Yu passed by in a sports car. He looked at the handsome figure and tried to catch up but couldn't keep up. The people in the story appeared one by one, but he couldn't catch up to any of them.

While the author was meditating, Jiang Xin led a child past him, and this time he saw it clearly, because Jiang Xin stopped in front of him, and even the child remembered it clearly.

The child held an ice cream cone in his hand, and Jiang Xin was dressed in simplicity. She squatted down, looked at the child, and said, "Ayi, eat slowly and don't be in such a hurry, you understand?"

"Got it, Mom."

Seeing the sensible child, Jiang Xin got up, pulled the child away slowly, the author stopped her: "Jiang Xin!"

Jiang Xin turned her head, looked at him, and said with a smile: "I thought you wouldn't stop me, you must be full of doubts in your heart, maybe, it shouldn't be called doubts, but self-blame."

"Is the story over?"

"I should be the one who asked you this sentence. Is the story over?"

The author was stunned, he was not sure, he was stunned, Jiang Xin said: "Don't think about it, maybe one day you can figure it out, maybe you can't figure it out in this life, it doesn't matter, some things don't make sense for you to think about." Truth, dear Mr. Author, I hope you can know yourself, be clear about everything you do, distinguish between virtual and reality, some people exist in real, some people exist in virtual, maybe, there really are parallel time and space, Everything is there, goodbye, and happy life to you, and your readers...”

Jiang Xin walked away slowly, the author seemed to wake up from the water, he seemed to be able to distinguish between reality and illusion at once.

Back home, the author wrote: We all have to live in the real world with romanticism, hold hope, distinguish between reality and illusion, and rush to every cherished story, don't die without a cure...