After rebirth, she first killed the book thief, and she was busy writing articles to save people

Jiang Baige looked into Lu Tian's puppy-like sincere eyes and thought: It turns out that he became her reader starting from this article.

Lu Tian didn’t know what she was thinking and kept asking: Is it you?

As if to prove his sincerity, he added: "I waited for you in the library for two days, but you didn't come."

What is the magic of this article?

Jiang Baige lowered her head and glanced at the article again.

It was just an ordinary essay, describing how much she, a southerner living in the north, loved rainy days, that's all.

"I wrote it," she said finally.

"So?" she asked again.

"I like rainy days, too." Lu Tian was so excited that he leaned forward 30 degrees. "I also like the song and band you mentioned in your article that you like to hum on rainy days. Also, I bought the book you recommended that you were reading on rainy days! I also like the subtle feelings you described on rainy days, but I can't write them down. But when I see what you wrote, I know that I think the same way."

It turns out that what I write can enter other people's lives in this way.

But so what?

Just like she liked Lu Tian's face very much, but Lu Tian had no impression of their first meeting, Lu Tian's liking for her article did not mean that she had to respond to him.

But Lu Tian didn't notice Jiang Baige's subtle expression change at all, and still said excitedly: "I also like to sleep on rainy days. Even if I have classes that day and have already packed my schoolbag and left, I will go back, lie on the bed, listen to the sound of rain, feel the moist air, and sleep till the end of the day."

Jiang Baige was a little surprised.

Because this is what she wrote and then deleted. The instructor said that this paragraph contained inappropriate guidance and was not suitable for publication in the school newspaper.

Her gaze softened a little - Lu Tian still didn't notice.

He is so unobservant that it seems as if his sensitivity and understanding of words are just a knee-jerk reflex of the brain to human emotions.

"And the movie you mentioned, I also watched it. But... it was really boring. I fell asleep after watching it for only 20 minutes. There was also a rather explicit part in the middle. Although it was not long, my roommate just came back from playing basketball when it was playing, and he thought I was..."

Jiang Baige's stereotype of the sports student deepened: he couldn't understand slow and profound movies. Although, she, who was in her twenties, often couldn't understand them either.

"You said that the continuous and varying sizes of rain in the movie formed a mysterious white noise that made people sleep, so you fell asleep too. This made me feel that I was not so bad. However, my mind was empty after watching it, but you realized the changes of each rain in the movie, the wet anxiety and the dry calmness, which metaphorically implied that the heroine experienced despair and then moved towards a new life."

His eyes were sincere, but she recalled that she had written an article to satirize him, suggesting that his enthusiasm for literature was like a nouveau riche attending a cocktail party; what mattered was not the wine but how to show off one's wealth in a proper way, with clothes, female companions, jewelry, famous watches, or car keys that were accidentally exposed.

Jiang Baige suddenly asked: "Do you know who said 'to write new poems and force myself to express sorrow'?"

Lu Tian was stunned for a moment by this nonsensical question, and then he said, "Of course I know, it's Xin Qiji."

Turns out he knew.

Her thoughts drifted away again.

In her previous life, after she finished writing that sarcastic essay, Lu Tian sent her another email - still delivered to a public mailbox, with the title "To White Dove".

There is a sentence in it: Why do you think that people who don’t study literature are hypocritical, artificial, and forced to express sorrow for the sake of writing new words when they like someone’s article?

She only replied: Why? Because you don't know that you need to put quotation marks around someone else's poem in your article. Or maybe you just picked up a sentence at random and don't know where it came from.

After sending the email, Lu Tian no longer replied.

He completely disappeared.

But this time, the person who is going to "disappear" is her.

"You called me over, do you just want to talk to me about the article, or do you want an autograph?" Jiang Baige tried to make her tone calm and relaxed, "I just quit my job as a supplement writer for the school newspaper today, and I won't be writing for it anymore."

"Are you going to stop writing?!" Lu Tian's eyes widened like bells, "Why? You are such a good writer!"

Yes, she can not only write, but also curse.

I wonder if Lu Tian would still evaluate her like this if he knew that one day in the future he would be scolded by her and feel discouraged?

“It’s hard to make money writing.”

"how come!"

The 19-year-old Lu Tian would never know that the 30-year-old Jiang Baige would starve to death on the road of online writing: "You are still young, you don't understand."

“Isn’t he just one year younger than you…” Lu Tian muttered softly.

Jiang Baige pretended not to hear: "If you don't want an autograph, I'll go back first."

"What's wrong with you?"

Of course there were, Jiang Baige complained in her heart that in order not to starve to death in the future, she would go back and work hard on writing.

Unlike the good-looking and muscular Lu Tian, ​​who was spotted by the director when a film crew came to the school to shoot in his junior year, he replaced a sports student who missed his flight due to a typhoon. From then on, his life went smoothly, from the fourth male lead to the male lead.

When Jiang Baige passed away, he was already a popular young star.

"Where can I go to read your writings in the future?"

Jiang Baige spread her hands, like the expression she often uses when she is working: "I may know in a few years, but I can't answer it now."

"Okay." Lu Tian was not at all discouraged. Instead, he nodded seriously, "I will always pay attention to you in the future!"

He is really full of energy and vitality. If he were to appear in an idol drama, I wonder how many girls and boys would be moved by him.

No wonder the director picked him out of so many athletes at that time...

It’s a pity that her life is not an idol drama.

If I have to choose a drama, it should be a drama about a group of women who work hard in the city and have no golden fingers but only stubborn ideas. It may take another five or six years for the drama to slowly become popular. It's not a suspenseful drama, but it may end in tragedy.

But Lu Tian will not know all this.

Her interaction with him should end here - and more importantly: she wants to give Li Bingyang the final blow and make him completely give up.

But a few days later...

"Lu, Lu Tian?"

Jiang Baige looked at the two people standing next to her computer and fighting with each other.

Even if life is written by coincidences, in her plan, Lu Tian and Li Bingyang should not appear on the same page.

But who else could the person who was grabbed by Lu Tian by the collar be if not Li Bingyang?

only……

Today, she went to the bathroom as soon as she put down her bag in the study room, and she didn't even have time to take out her computer. But her eye-catching red computer on the desk told of other possibilities.

Her eyes moved between the two of them, finally landing on Li Bingyang's face.