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Meet again by fate

After returning from the remote place of Daxing'an Mountains, where birds don't shit and chickens don't lay eggs, Geng Shaoran plunged into the computer and rushed to draft day and night.

He was either stuck and couldn't hold a word, or he was full of ideas and writing endlessly.

Once there is a source of stimulation to broaden his mind, the next completed work will definitely be a top-notch masterpiece.

This time the work is called "78 Days of Desperation", and it tells how a young man who inadvertently broke into a deep conspiracy survived 78 days in a frantic pursuit.

The plot is thrilling and interlocking, making it dizzying.

And the ending is still as unexpected as all his previous works.

On the 78th day, the boy was pushed into the sea by his companions who had been helping him all the time, because there was only the last pot of drinking water left in the lonely ship floating on the sea.

That's the end of it all.

It stands to reason that such a gloomy ending is not always suitable for the appetite of the readers, but his wonderful layout, witty and chic diction, and the profound connotation of the warnings make the readers obsessed and unable to stop.

……

Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye, and Geng Shaoran has been busy for several months, from review to finalization, from book decoration to novel release, tossing and tossing him exhausted.

Finally, it was officially released, and the sales volume once again broke through the original record. I thought I would have time to relax and have a good rest, but those extremely boring celebration parties followed one after another.

After he rejected the three banquet invitations, Xiaoya was very dissatisfied, coercing and luring her, and her meaning was very clear: You don't have to attend these celebration banquets, but tomorrow will involve many writers, publishers and editors-in-chief of various editorial departments. You have to come if you don’t come!

In desperation, Geng Shaoran had no choice but to agree.

Before six o'clock the next night, Geng Shaoran's doorbell rang.

Sleeping in a daze, he brushed his messy hair, yawned and opened the door.

Xiaoya was pinching her waist with one hand and holding a suit in the other, standing at the door aggressively.

"Xiaoya? So early?"

"It's still early? It starts at eight o'clock!"

Geng Shaoran looked confused: "What started?"

Xiaoya's veins immediately bulged, her face was livid, she slapped him, and pulled her into the bedroom, where her suit, tie and shoes slammed on him, and then she slammed the bedroom door shut.

Geng Shaoran, who hadn't figured out the situation yet, heard a woman outside the door commanding ghastly: "You are limited to 5 minutes to put on your clothes, shoes, hair and tie and come out, otherwise I will go in and personally serve Master Geng to change-clothes-! "

Shaoran was so frightened that he hurriedly took off his pajamas, and got dressed quickly and neatly at an unprecedented speed.

Geng Shaoran was unwilling to be taken out to the banquet by this woman Xiaoya like a pet.

Thinking of him working hard for several months, he finally managed to make up for the lack of sleep, but he had to accompany this woman to a banquet where he could only say "Hello, you are also good".

Xiaoya brought the dissatisfied Young Master Geng to the banquet hall, and naturally took the young man's arm, with a gentle smile on his face, and whispered in his ear, in the eyes of others, they were like a golden couple.

But only Geng Shaoran could hear what the woman said: "If you dare to discredit my old lady, I will post all the photos of you drunk and striptease on the Internet..." After finishing speaking, she was still very shy Sweet smile.

His face became more and more ugly, and Geng Shaoran followed Xiaoya into the venue with a headache.

With an indifferent expression on his face, Ren Xiaoya dragged him along the way.

Xiaoya was busy greeting all kinds of famous writers, editors and publishers cordially, while he was bored holding a glass of wine and taking a sip from time to time.

Before he noticed, most of the men and women in the banquet hall were already watching him quietly.

After all, the young writer who has been popular for three years is handsome and handsome, with a good family background and a unique personality that makes people want to stop. It's hard not to be attractive.

There were men and women whispering constantly around, and some people deliberately came to him, trying to attract the attention of this handsome young man, but they were all in vain.

Ning Yong stood quietly in the corner, with a smile on his lips and narrowed his eyes, carefully observing the boy who had been away for six months.

It was completely different from the weak and tired look at the beginning. It seemed that because of the crowd, the boy silently opened the protective layer and surrounded himself.

He looked at others with a cold air of wind and dust, like a delicate lily blooming among roses, afraid of being rejected by the surroundings, but really unable to blend in, he could only be so lonely and enchanting.

……

He really couldn't stand the suffocating air, so he whispered to Xiaoya, "I'll go to the side to get some air."

Ignoring Xiaoya's dissatisfaction, he quickly left the banquet center and walked towards the window.

"Shaoran, long time no see." A mellow and gentle male voice sounded from behind, causing Geng Shaoran to stop suddenly, his whole body stiffened.

In a daze, as if the video tape slowed down, he turned around, stood still, raised his head slightly, and looked at the man who had been away for six months.

He was still the same as before June, with a solemn black body, short hair softly attached to his ears, slightly tilted head, looking at him with a smile on his lips.

Gentle as water.

Geng Shaoran's heart seemed to have regained strength, and it suddenly started beating violently, boom-boom-boom-!

He almost wanted to yell, this is life!

The world seemed to change from black and white to colorful, and the man just stood in front of him, making him feel like the spring was back and the sun was shining.

"How are you doing recently?"

"Not...not bad..."

"How is the wound healing?"

"Very good, very good, how about you? How are you doing?" After asking, he wished he could bite off his tongue. Isn't this awkward conversation the "Hello, you are also ok" that he despises the most?

The man smiled softly, and the big warm hand in his memory naturally lifted up, stroking the short hair on Shaoran's forehead: "We've known each other for a long time, why do you always get nervous when you see me? Am I scary?"

"No, no! You...you're fine." He blushed and spoke incoherently. If there was a hole at this moment, he would definitely get into it.

The man didn't answer, but looked at him calmly and smiled. Geng Shaoran felt that the atmosphere would explode if he didn't find another topic. He thought about it randomly, and asked without even thinking: "Why is Mr. Ning here?" ?”

This is actually a bit impolite, but the man didn't care, and said patiently: "My friend has a publishing house, and today I made an appointment to go out for a drink together, but he came here temporarily, so he asked me if I want to come together , I have nothing to do, so I followed."

"So it is."

The man looked at him, with a teasing smile on his face: "Now it seems that this decision is very correct, otherwise how could I meet you by chance?"

Geng Shaoran didn't seem to hear the teasing, but was a little ashamed: "I've been too busy during this time, and I haven't been able to contact Mr. Ning. I'm really sorry. Mr. Ning saved me, but I couldn't thank you properly."

"What are you talking about, are you free now? How about going to my place for a drink?" The man naturally sent out an invitation.

After hesitating for a while, Geng Shaoran quickly nodded in agreement, this banquet bored him, and the man in front of him was a great temptation, he had no reason not to agree.

He was led by the man to the parking lot, and the man thoughtfully opened the car door for him, then walked around to the other side and opened the door to get in the car.

The temperature in the car was high, and when the car drove onto the road, Geng Shaoran opened the window slightly, pretending to watch the scene that was quickly receding at night, but in fact he was secretly observing the man driving beside him.

This man is so pleasing to the eye, Geng Shaoran thought to himself, if there is one person in this world who can interest him, it is probably Ning Yong.

If missed, will there be another chance?

Thinking of him and him might be over before it even started, Shaoran felt a sharp pain in his heart.

In the end, he still couldn't hold it back, he clearly yelled in his heart that he couldn't do it, but he still said softly: "Mr. Ning, I like you."