love letter to summer

A week later, Saturday.

"A Ji, I'm going to die—" Xia Tang lay on the desk, rolling his eyes like a dead fish.

"The Stars in the Distance" stopped updating, he had no spiritual food, he couldn't see the male god Shen Lu, he was empty, lonely and cold, and couldn't live for a minute.

Ye Ji hummed, and continued to wrestle with neutrino theory.

"Ah—" Xia Tang wailed, pressing his face against the keyboard, "Why did Xiao Xia abandon the essay? Why?"

Because he was in a bad mood.

Ye Ji glanced at Xia Tang.

"It's just a third-rate online novel, so what?"

Xia Tang picked up an eraser, flicked it on him, and said sadly, "You don't understand."

Ye Ji really didn't understand, although he wrote "Distant Stars", he never thought it was well written.In fact, even though he has been writing for three full years, he still does not feel that he is a piece of writing material.

Writing a novel is not an easy task.Writing, in essence, is that the author is torturing his own soul. The author digs out his feelings, impressions, and hobbies deeply, and then calmly integrates the feelings into the text.The processing in the middle requires a lot of skills. If there are too many emotions, the writing will be hypocritical, and if the rationality is too strong, the content will be dry and dry.

A novel is both prose and argumentative essay, and a good author must have a calm mind while possessing a sensitive heart.

Ye Ji obviously doesn't have a sensitive heart.

But Ye Ji never cared, because Xia Tang didn't care.

Xia Tang got up with a sigh and started staring at the computer.

Ye Ji glanced at the computer screen, which displayed the novel written before Sheng Xia.

"Are you reading old articles?" Ye Ji asked strangely.Didn't Wen Xiatang have seen all these?

Xia Tang nodded, and said: "If I don't get fed, I will die soon. Reviewing the old articles is a way to delay the attack."

"You've already seen it, won't you get tired of watching it again?"

"A good article never tires of reading it a hundred times."

Ye Ji couldn't complain.

The two were doing their own things and spent the afternoon quietly in Xia Tang's room.Then Ye Ji made dinner, Xia Tang washed the dishes, and the younger sister of the Xia family went on a date with her little boyfriend early in the morning.

When Ye Ji went back at night, Xia Tang sent him to the door listlessly.Ye Ji looked back at him.

"What if you don't write after Midsummer?"

Xia Tang stuck to the door and said sadly: "Then I will hang the southeast branch myself."

Ye Ji was quiet for a while, then said, "You really like his writing so much?"

Xia Tang nodded.

"But his writing is not good."

Xia Tang sighed: "It's not a question of whether it's good or not. If I just want to read excellent literary works, I would have read classics a long time ago, and I don't know how to read online novels."

Ye Ji was puzzled.

"Then why do you like his writing?"

Xia Tang raised her head and thought for a while, then said, "Probably because of the character of the character."

Ye Ji looked at him.

"You have fallen." Ye Ji said categorically, "Character attributes are above everything else——the biggest characteristic of contemporary Internet readers." As long as the character attributes suit one's own taste, the plot, writing style and so on can be settled.

Xia Tang continued to lean against the door, and said with a look of indifference: "I'm already rotten, where else can I go?"

You can still be gay.

Ye Ji asked without changing his face: "The characters in his novel are really so attractive?"

"Yes."

"The characters in each novel are different, do you like them all?" This is unlikely.

Xia Tang scratched her head.

"How should I put it? Although they are all different, I always feel that they all have a common temperament. In terms of literature and art, their souls are the same, haha." Xia Tang laughed, "See, I don't Superficial, I love their souls."

soul.

their souls.

Ye Ji sat in the dark room, the computer screen in front of him glowed coldly.

Ye Ji originally thought that his biggest rival in love was Shen Lu, as long as he locked Shen Lu in the world of the small black room, it would be peaceful, but now he discovered that his rival in love was actually a "soul" who didn't know what it was.

What does this mean?

Ye Ji scratched his hair depressingly.

He thought about it, opened the old text, and recalled the character's character in his mind from the first novel.

When he recalled the fifth novel, he found that this was not a solution at all. He couldn't find anything in common with these characters.

Perhaps, only people like Xia Tang who really like these texts can realize the soul buried in them. Although Ye Ji is the biological father of these texts, he has no feelings for his own texts at all.

For him, writing articles has only one purpose - to please Xia Tang, everything is according to Xia Tang's preferences, Ye Ji has not invested much emotion at all.

what to do?What should he do?

If... the characters in the novel were based on Ye Ji himself, would Xia Tang still like it?

The thought popped into his mind suddenly and without warning.

Ye Ji raised his head and stared blankly at the computer screen.

If that person was him, would Xia Tang still like him?

Ye Ji accidentally opened the novel website.

No need to think about it, his column is already a mess, and the comments are full of endless scolding.

This is all to be expected—first he writes indiscriminately, and then he yells at readers, which naturally attracts countless people to turn his fans to passers-by, passers-by to black, and black to lifelong black. The reputation of the pseudonym "Sheng Xia" on the Internet is completely ruined.

Ye Ji didn't have any thoughts about this, he was now fully focused on the new novel, he wanted to write a brand new novel, a novel with himself as the main character.

Ye Ji typed 82 characters.

delete.

After thinking for a while, he typed another sentence.

Delete again.

How should I write it?What kind of story background to use?What role should he play?

Ye Ji couldn't imagine what he would look like in a fictional world.

Xia Tang, the bamboo horse who grew up with me, in your eyes, what do I look like?

From the corner of Ye Ji's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the basketball team photo. In the photo, Xia Tang was smiling brightly, making a "V" on the side of his face with his thin fingers.

Ye Ji put his arms around him, and also had a smile on his face, but it was a subtle, faint smile.

Like his name, Xia Tang's character is full of the atmosphere of midsummer, while Ye Ji is a lone leaf in the cold winter, swaying twice when the cold wind blows.

Ye Ji knew that he was a very boring person. When Xia Tang was together, most of the time Xia Tang was talking. He listened quietly, and occasionally answered a sentence or two or asked a few questions.

Would Xia Tang really like such a person?

In the darkness, Ye Ji stared at the computer in a daze.

How does Xia Tang feel about him?What is his position in Xia Tang's heart?Perhaps, to Xia Tang, he was just a playmate who grew up with her.

That's it.