For the rest of his life

This position was too frivolous, Lu Qiong changed her mind and decided not to speak, she slightly pursed her lips and smiled, pointing to her diary: "You write here, Lu Qiong decided not to speak."

"Oh why!" Xu Chenmu felt as if he had been deceived, Lu Qiong waved his hand: "I'll wait for you to remember."

"Oh..." This is really a beautiful hope, and Xu Chenmu couldn't help but feel a little pessimistic. She remembered how long it would take to wait, and the memory has been accumulated for such a long time, and it will be recalled overnight. A painful thing, she patted her head and bowed her head to follow Lu Qiong's instructions and wrote it in a regular manner, adding a sentence below: "She wants me to remember these things myself, so I have to pay a lot for things that I can't control Big effort."

Lu Qiong didn't read her words, she lowered her head slightly and didn't know what she was thinking about. Xu Chenmu felt that this scene was familiar. They always seemed to be silent, silent in an atmosphere of tacit understanding, and didn't look at each other, only knowing that they existed, not It looks awkward, not lonely, they are sitting on their own things, thinking about their own worries or other work, like a streamer, this scene is frozen in the mind, but everyone's faces are blurred and faceless .

"Have we been like this for a long time?" she asked suddenly.

"what?"

"This state of quiet."

"I... am a very quiet person, and I'm not good at enlivening the atmosphere," so Lu Qiong stood up, "I've always been like this, don't you like it?"

"No no no! I seldom see you showing that kind of heartfelt happy smile, that kind of, um, how do you put it, I feel that you are very unhappy." Xu Chenmu picked up his notebook, "I I want to remember something nice."

"Very happy things." Lu Qiong chewed on this sentence and sighed, "I have nothing very happy."

"The sense of accomplishment, like meeting me who is as beautiful as a flower, clever and handsome." Xu Chenmu raised his head up.

"..." Lu Qiong pursed her lips slightly, and smiled, signaling that she was happy.

This smile is very calm, and it doesn't seem to be a happy smile. Xu Chen murmured: "Then you won't feel a sense of accomplishment after writing a book? Or your reader wrote a book review with unique insights for you. Wouldn't you be happy?"

"A book—you will feel a sense of relief just after you finish writing it, that is, the feeling that you don't have to write it at all, and as for the readers—" Lu Qiong blushed rarely, "I haven't updated anything on the Internet for a long time … Readers who post book reviews will occasionally message me privately, but I have forgotten the mood in which the book was written, so I don’t feel much.”

"Ah, what are you typing every day, why haven't you updated it!" Xu Chenmu grasped the strange point again.

"Because I have turned to physical books for a long time, the Internet is slowly fading, and readers are used to it, but I will find excuses for them to comfort themselves."

"for example?"

"Excuses? There are many, such as I'm sick, or my friend is going to have a baby, or a relative in my hometown is getting married." Lu Qiong smiled unconsciously, "They knew I was making excuses, but I was really afraid that I was in a hurry, so I foolishly believed it, and I am sorry for them, but I am not used to the rhythm and quantity of publishing articles on the Internet.”

"Hasn't "From Now On" been published on the Internet?" Xu Chenmu suddenly talked about this matter. She has no impression of Lu Qiong's book, even though there are almost more people writing books than reading books now, Lu Qiong There is nothing exciting about the fact that there are a lot of books. She only has one of Lu Qiong's books, the strange title, and then the impression that it is placed on the bedside table. She became curious, but Lu Qiong's face suddenly changed. It was a little ugly, she sighed faintly.

"It was published, but it was deleted later. What do you want to eat tonight?" Lu Qiong changed the topic, and Xu Chenmu was foolishly thinking about something that was edible and delicious. He had no impression, but thought of eating this Shi Shi couldn't help but follow her away, ignoring the sadness that flashed in Lu Qiong's eyes. Lu Qiong was always sad, and literary youths were prone to this.

Racking her brains to think about the name of the dish, Lu Qiong took her home, and didn't care what name she had to spit out. After eating the lump soup with a few side dishes, Xu Chenmu nodded obediently like a doll, But realized that something was wrong with Lu Qiong.

Ever since she mentioned that book, Lu Qiong's whole life was not quite right, but she didn't ask anything. Lu Qiong kissed her and would not abandon her. Joan will definitely tell her if she has difficulties.

Lu Qiong would not talk to her, she would just swallow silently and pretend nothing happened. Before she lost her memory, after they established a relationship, one day, the incident of beating the doctor exposed by Xu Chenmu The family of the perpetrator came to the door, mistakenly thought that Lu Qiong was Xu Chenmu, scolded her face to face, and humiliated her as a little slut, meddling in her own business, Lu Qiong didn't solve the oolong, and was silently arrested He frightened him with his collar, slapped him twice, and buried the incident, and since then it has been uncovered as if it never happened.

Lu Qiong didn't wash the dishes, because Xu Chenmu always rushed to the side when washing the dishes, and when she saw the smile on her face, she felt that she couldn't help but tell the troublesome thing, and thought about it for a while. Well, it's useless to say it, but it's even more sad, not to mention that Xu Chenmu will forget it tomorrow, so she wiped her hands and said that I was a little sleepy and wanted to rest for a while.

She is such a person, she is afraid of causing trouble to others, and hates herself like this. She was called to her house not once or twice before. In the long run, she often moves with the excuse of sketching, but those despicable people are still When they came to her door, they regarded her as Xu Chenmu more than once. She took over these things for Xu Chenmu, and what Xu Chenmu knew was only a small part of it. She thought that if she told Xu Chenmu all these things, she would Because of this, she will have a lot of worries, and she will weigh each other in terms of professional ethics and her own feelings. She doesn't want to make it difficult for her, so she doesn't say anything.

This is a long-standing habit, and it has been reflected in Xu Chenmu. She feels like a boring gourd. In the past, Xu Chenmu said more than once that we should be honest with each other and don't cover up. She responded with a stunned expression , Xu Chenmu hurriedly took off his clothes, look, we are honest with each other.

So she laughed, this kind of discussion always comes to nothing, now Xu Chenmu still has such a personality even if he has no memory, she is such a fool, she smiled wryly and spread out the quilt, which was Xu Chenmu's painstaking effort to fold it up Yes, she finally realized that Xu Chenmu cleaned up the house today, and when she thought she was about to leave, she tidied up aggrievedly, as if a child had made a mistake.

Her heart suddenly became extremely gentle, she opened the door with a smile and glanced outside, Xu Chenmu laid out all the pears, spread out the diary, and wrote the diary in a neat manner, the hair on the forehead was always brushed down inadvertently , soft as wicker blowing in the wind.

"Good night," she said softly.

"Ah! Good night!" Xu Chen raised his head in a panic, "Do you need a good night kiss!"

She smiled and shook her head, Xu Chenmu blinked, closed the door to lock the guy's eyes out, climbed onto the bed and wrapped the quilt tightly, her knees began to hurt, tomorrow will change, she thought silently, the phone It was charging on the computer desk, and people kept sending long text messages.

The author has something to say:

This article is a very internalized thing.

Many things are expressed very implicitly, but in order to let readers see clearly, I have made a lot of verbosity...

It's going to be Monday.