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Wearing a pair of sunglasses that can cover half of his face and a black peaked cap on his head, Gong Xu appeared in the lobby of Zhangzhou City Library.Compared with the heat outside, the air conditioner in the library was fully turned on, which gave him goosebumps all over his body.Before he could find a service guide, the service staff standing in the lobby saw him alone and in a wheelchair, so he took the initiative to say hello: "Hi, may I help you?"

Gong Xu took off his sunglasses, and a pair of sharp eyes met the staff member in standard uniform.The staff felt that their attitude was already very good, but they never expected the other party to be so cold.

"Where is the woodpecker lecture arranged?" Gong Xu asked in a very flat tone.

"Oh, it's in the multi-function hall on the third floor." The service staff looked at his watch and said, "The lecture has just started, and there will be signing activities after that, but there are a lot of people, so there may be no seats."

"It's okay." Gong Xu looked down at his legs, and said slightly mockingly, "I brought the seat."

The staff member admitted that he had made a slip of the tongue, and couldn't help saying apologetically, "I'm so sorry, I'll push you to wait for the elevator."

"Okay, thank you." Gong Xu didn't say much, and put on the sunglasses again.

The other party carefully helped him press the third floor, stood behind him and muttered: "There are so many people who came to the lecture today. Our library has not been so lively for a long time. The readers are like chasing stars in the morning. And The one with flowers and hand banners. I have also read his novels, and they are wonderfully written. I always feel that his writing style is related to the fact that I am a fat man. I didn’t expect the author himself to be pretty good-looking, and quite thin. I think quite different.”

The corner of Gong Xu's mouth twitched. No one could catch this tiny movement. The elevator came down with a sound, and the service staff pushed him in very considerately. "I'll take you up there."

"Thank you."

As the enthusiastic service staff said, the multi-functional hall was full of people, and Gong Xu's wheelchair took up a bit of space, and it was really inconvenient to squeeze in, so he stopped outside to listen to the woodpecker talking loudly inside: "... …Many people read a lot of books on writing skills to improve their writing skills, but I think this is only one of the ways, and more importantly, it is determined by his observation, imagination and social experience. The novel comes from Life is higher than life. Only careful people can write good works that touch people's hearts through their own observation, imagination and what they have experienced in society. I am a child who came out of the countryside. In order to study, I worked as a tutor, served dishes, and lived in a dormitory without heating... These experiences, though bitter and tiring, were life experiences that benefited me a lot and provided a lot of inspiration for my writing. s help……"

Although he couldn't see anyone, Gong Xu could imagine the woodpecker, the author, spitting and pointing out the country. At this time, Gong Xu's cell phone rang, and when he picked it up, Bian Zeming's voice rang in his ears: "You where is it?"

"City library." Bian Zeming worked overtime at the company last night, but he returned home because of his elder sister's call, and was brought here by the driver this morning.

He hesitated for a while and said, "You still went after all."

"Yes, I want to come and have a look."

"I'll pick you up later?"

"bring it on."

After hanging up the phone, the people in front of Gong Xu moved away, and his field of vision suddenly widened. He could just see the hottest great writer standing on the podium in the hall——Zhuo Muyang. The appearance there was exactly as he had imagined, he was in a daze for a moment, and all the blood in his body was drained and rushed to his brain.

"Hi, could you please let me live for a while?" A thin girl in glasses asked him cautiously holding a lot of flowers.

The little girl's questioning caused the blood to return to the limbs and bones. Gong Xu moved the wheelchair and said "Okay" casually, but in the process, it happened to be on the girl's feet.Her scream of "Ah" caused the entire multifunctional hall to focus on him.This episode also interrupted Zhuo Muyang's speech, and Gong Xu clearly saw Zhuo Muyang's gaze.

He hurriedly said a few words of sorry, lowered his head and rolled the wheelchair, out of everyone's sight, and the scene quickly returned to the way it was just now.

When Gong Xu went down to the first floor, he saw Bian Zeming sitting on a bench by the window reading a book. Today he was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of light blue denim shorts, half of his slender legs were exposed, which made Gong Xu Xu felt a little jealous.Because his legs are full of scars, no matter whether it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, he is only accompanied by trousers.Bian Zeming tied his hair into a braid and tied it behind his head. A few strands of hair hung down from the side of his face. The sunlight outside sprinkled his whole body, making his whole body golden.At this time, he was flipping through a heavy book, reading it intently and seriously, and he could guess without thinking that it was a programming book, and only these things could make him devote himself wholeheartedly.

Gong Xu rolled the wheelchair and came to Bian Zeming without making a sound, just wanted to see when the man would turn his eyes away from the book and focus on himself.But this fool was so focused on reading that he didn't even realize that someone was staring at him. After a while, Gong Xu got impatient and coughed lightly, and Bian Zeming panicked Looking up from the book, seeing him, he stood up abruptly, as if he had done something wrong with a dazed look. "You, are you down?"

"He came so fast, he followed me all the way."

Bian Zeming said nothing, closed the book, walked behind him and pushed the wheelchair.Gong Xu regarded his behavior as acquiescence, and said coldly: "Come along and call me in a fake way."

But Bian Zeming talked about him from left to right, "You are so self-willed, you can't get well..."

Gong Xu didn't answer, and was pushed out of the library building by Bian Zeming. A wave of heat hit his face, and soon a layer of water vapor covered his face.

"It's really hot." Bian Zeming muttered.

However, Gong Xu said without end: "He seems to have seen me."

Bian Zeming stopped, thought for a while, and asked cautiously: "Then, do we need to make any changes to our arrangement?"

"Let's stick to the original one. Boiling the frog in warm water is what I want to see."

"Then I know." Bian Zeming pushed the wheelchair again.

It was past eight o'clock in the evening when Zhuo Muyang returned home, and the middle finger of his right hand was still aching from writing too much.After the signing was over, he invited the staff to go out to eat and sing, and he has been tossing and tossing until now, when he entered the room, his mind was in a mess as if it was muddled.He drank too much, and he was shaking when he walked. He really liked the feeling of being flattered and held high. He was proud of the adoring eyes that everyone cast on him. Everyone was telling how much they liked him. Let him be like floating in the clouds.

He never imagined that he would embark on such a road where he could easily earn a lot of money. When he just graduated, the despair that he could not find a suitable job and could only do some part-time jobs had already been swept away when he succeeded. , replaced by the infinite expansion of his heart and the desire to satisfy his vanity with more works. When he was speaking on the podium, there was even a moment when he planned to start the serialization of two novels at the same time so as to benefit his interests. maximize.

"Alei" fell silent after the stylized welcome speech, because he had previously set it to not allow it to automatically play music when he entered the door. A few days ago, he played those Jiang Xu's favorite songs at every turn, which made him go too far. Sad and uncomfortable, so I simply canceled this function.

Zhuo Muyang didn't even take off his clothes, and fell down on the sofa when he fit well. He was drunk and fell asleep after a while.

Through the gap in the curtains, you can see a crescent moon hanging in the night sky. Fortunately, there are a few stars dotted on it, which makes this night not so lonely.Only two dim night lights were turned on in Zhuo Muyang's room, which made his sleeping face a bit softer. At this time, a name came out of his mouth, "Alei" as if he had received an order. The breathing light turned on in response, but it only flashed once and then went off again. It looked very strange in this night, but Zhuo Muyang who was asleep did not see it.

Jiang Xu appeared in his dream again, this time not dripping with blood, but he appeared in today's lecture with a guitar in his hand, he wore a peaked cap, and his hair was deliberately long Behind the ears, the smile on the corner of his mouth made him feel like a layer of soft light, warm and wonderful, and his eyes were filled with love and admiration for him.

"Muyang, I really didn't expect you to achieve today's results. I'm proud of you. I want to sing a song for you."

The audience in the audience applauded and booed when they saw it.

Zhuo Muyang nodded shyly.

The smooth prelude flowed from Jiang Xu's fingertips, and he walked towards him while playing: "Unforgettable, the first time I saw you, a pair of charming eyes, in my mind, your figure, I can't get rid of it. Hold you My hands feel your tenderness..."

I don't know who sent a bouquet of flowers at this time, Zhuo Muyang just held it in his hand and waited until Jiang Xu walked in front of him.The person is near, and the singing is also near, real and beautiful. He likes Jiang Xu's high spirits when he sings. He just held up the flowers and wanted to hand them to Jiang Xu, but the guitar in Jiang Xu's hand turned into a sharp blade. stabbed him in the stomach...

Such real pain hit, "Ah..." Zhuo Muyang woke up from the dream screaming, a layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, he wiped it away, and found that "Alei" sang without his instructions sang. "I'm just afraid that I will fall in love with you myself, maybe one day I can't help it, missing it will only make myself suffer, falling in love with you is my last resort..."

I was clearly sleeping and didn't call it, why did it suddenly sing?And recently "Alei" has frequent problems, why does it keep broadcasting back and forth around those songs that Jiang Xu likes.

"Alei, stop playing these songs." Zhuo Muyang almost roared.

"Okay, master." "Alei" replied calmly, indeed, how could a cold machine understand his emotions.

As soon as "Alei" finished speaking, a figure that appeared in the lecture venue suddenly popped up in Zhuo Muyang's mind. Although he was wearing a black peaked cap and half of his face was covered by big sunglasses, he was dressed like this indoors. It was really weird and eye-catching, but Zhuo Muyang felt an indescribable sense of familiarity at that time.

And this sense of familiarity combined with his dream just now, which made him feel scared for no reason.

Zhuo Muyang turned to Jiang Xu's number from the call log with trembling hands, thought twice, and broadcast it.

"Beep...beep...beep..." It rang for a long time, just when Zhuo Muyang was about to give up, Jiang Xu picked it up, Zhuo Muyang seemed to have received an amnesty order, and his tense nerves suddenly relaxed Come down, "Hello, is that Jiang Xu? I'm Zhuo Muyang."

"Oh, Mr. Zhuo, is there anything you can call at this time?"

"Is it convenient for you to come over to my house?"

"Are you feeling sick again?" Jiang Xu's voice was full of concern, which made Zhuo Muyang feel that someone still cared about him.

"No, no."

"What's the matter?"

"I just had a nightmare."

"What did you dream about?"

"A friend of mine who died."

"You miss him too much, don't you?"

"Maybe."