After wearing a book, I reject my personality

The computer screen was flickering with a faint light, and the text in the manuscript box made her feel cold and hot all over, and a corner of the long-buried memory was quietly lifted after years of dust.

The self in middle school was written all over her body, full of mediocrity, mediocre appearance, average grades, and personality? She was also very introverted, and neither was she. I understood why she was the one who was bullied.

Is it just because she is an orphan, no parents will stand up for her?

The world is so big, but no one will protect her unconditionally. Apart from suffering and enduring every day and night, she can only relieve the pain of reality in her fantasy.

It was at that time that she began to write novels.

In the novel she set, the beautiful, kind, and innocent heroine was born in poverty and her parents died, but she has a brother who silently pays for her. No matter what difficulties she encounters, there will always be a brother to protect him, her life Carefree, she is also the darling of the stars in the school. She has everything she imagined.

She hid in the toilet and just wrote the beginning and was swarmed by them.

"Hahaha, look at her writing? It's so funny. Thinking of myself as a princess, I want to go to a noble school? Just you? Beautiful? Are you beautiful?" The crude notebook was held in the palm of her hand, and she stood in front of her. At the base of the wall, she lowered her head in humiliation, blood gushed to her forehead, and the sarcasm made her unable to raise her head, "Yue Huishan... Yue Huijuan, you also think your name is very silly, hahaha?"

Amid the laughter, snow-white pieces of paper fell from the top of her head one after another. Yue Huijuan lowered her head, gritted her teeth, and opened her eyes as wide as possible to prevent tears from falling. Crying, the more those people bullied her, she had to be patient and be strong.

After the crowd dispersed, she picked up the pieces of paper on the ground and quietly put them away in an unoccupied corner.

No? No? Let her write?She insisted on writing, secretly writing, writing behind some messy draft paper, hiding in the interlayer of her schoolbag.

This time, she no longer fantasized about herself living a happy life. She imagined another character, that character is the embodiment of justice, who will always be sincere in the broken and desolate world, and always yearn for the light. She, the author, doesn't know the bright future? Where? He will continue to trek.

It's just that this person is so good and too idealized. After the idealization, she can't write anymore. She can't continue. How can such a person exist in this world?

The two "books" created when I was young have long been forgotten with the distant memories.

Now, she is a grown-up, she is no longer sad, no longer weak, she can jokingly call herself a "fuzzy" author, when she picked up a pen and wanted to create Utopia, now she picks up a keyboard Focus on collecting all kinds of hot elements just to catch fire. If you think the data is not good, just abandon the pit. Is the romance of the domineering president falling in love with me? If it becomes popular, write about it? Hot campus love. Writing? Slapping scumbags and attacking cool articles, don't you know when? She has completely lost herself.

"Yue Huishan"

The name she had wanted to be called.

She thought that name had disappeared forever with the shreds of paper falling from the sky.

It turns out that "she" is still there.

"She" still stays in that utopia, carefree, innocent and sunny forever, because "she" has an older brother.

It's just that she forgot, she forgot, that she had exhausted all her hopes to create two of her favorite people.

——Do they really exist?

Depth of field already remembered?

"Brother will come back? Protect me."

That was his spell.

In fact, he has never had a name, just "brother". Since he was born, he has been trapped in a plot that has only just begun. He has been trapped for so long that even he himself realizes that something is wrong.

Do your homework in class and go to the bathroom after class.

In just one hour, he repeated it thousands of times.

One day after class, he suddenly didn't want to go to the toilet anymore. He turned around at the end of the corridor. He stood in front of the balcony and saw many people playing ball downstairs. Tall, very agile, he can't recognize who it is.

An hour passed and class resumed.

He sat in the classroom without lowering his head to do his homework. After looking around, he found the figure playing ball in the last row.

The classroom of the self-study class is very quiet, and there is no teacher to manage it?

He thought: this hour will be erased soon anyway? Why not? Do what you want?

"Hello."

The person who buried his head in writing? raised his head, his eyebrows were handsome and correct, "Huh?"

He sat down next to him, "What's your name?"

"Xu Jin."

Another hour passed.

He returned to his original seat, he stood up and walked over stubbornly, "Hello."

The man holding the basketball raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter?" He smiled, "Would you like to be my friend?"

He has no friends in this class, and everyone hates him. Even though it is only an hour, during the class and the break time, he can still feel the pervasive malice of the people around him. People in the class will take turns Come to trouble him, the people are different every hour, but this person in front of him has never been fierce to him once.

"Yes." The other party said readily, "My name is..."

"Xu Jin."

He said first.

Xu Jin was slightly surprised, "You know."

He smiled? They had just been at the same table in a class.

"I'm going to play ball, come together?"

"Okay."

He sat on a chair on the basketball court, dangling his feet, squinting and smiling.

The recess time was over, everyone rushed to the classroom, he followed behind Xu Jin, and said to Xu Jin, "No? Don't forget me."

Xu Jin shook his hands profusely with sweat, and said with a broken smile, "My memory isn't that bad."

Deceiving.

He spent hundreds of hours trying to make Xu Jin remember him, but once time restarted, Xu Jin would always have that expression of not knowing why.

It was class time again, and he was knocked down to the ground just as he got up.

"hiss--"

He lowered his head and glanced at the injured arm, and frowned slightly. Although the wound would disappear later, the pain was real. How annoying, there was a trace of impatience in his phoenix eyes.

"Are you OK?"

He raised his head, and this time Xu Jin took the initiative to approach him for the first time.

Xu Jin stretched out his hand to support him, "It's bleeding."

He smiled and said, "It's okay." Because you came here on your own initiative, it doesn't matter if you get hurt a little bit.

"I'll take you to the infirmary."

Xu Jin helped him out of the classroom, the two of them walked side by side, the shade of the trees outside the corridor cast on him, he heard Xu Jin say: "I remember we are at the same table, right?"

He and Seo Jin changed that hour.

He became Xu Jin's deskmate.

He thought he would spend this hour forever, going to class with Xu Jin, playing basketball with Xu Jin after class, picking up the basketball that rolled to Xu Jin's feet, Xu Jin raised his hand and rubbed the top of his head.

That's fine too.

The basketball rolled down to his feet, he picked it up, and turned his eyes to the crowd, but the only person in the crowd who was glowing was gone.

How did that happen?

He held the basketball without an owner in a daze, and the surrounding pictures turned completely black and white in his eyes. He thought: He wants to find him.At that time, he didn't know that Xu had entered another world, and the boy who was always righteous and bright was summoned to be the savior of that world.

He just rushed over and became a new character when the "author" opened up a new article many years later.

Gu Jingsong was watching him rushing towards death again and again, but he just entered the author's book again and again, running towards the direction he longed for.

In the end?, he became "Depth of Field".

This is his own choice.

When the depth of field transcended the world in the whole book, he discovered that there was no character Yue Huishan in "Extremely Beloved", and the original "depth of field" also belonged to the author? Another unfinished book, "Su Zhaoyue" "From the campus love story that the author once created following the trend, "Chu Ge" comes from a novel of the author's counterattack and slapping face, and even the supporting roles, all of them are the author? Characters that have been created? and have not given them an ending.

With new names, they have forgotten where they came from just like Jing Shen, but the obsession engraved in their lives has never disappeared.

[The author? Where?? 】

A line of words appeared in the manuscript box, and the beating characters seemed to have life in front of her.

She covered her mouth to hold back her exclamation, and took a few deep breaths. She lowered her hand tremblingly, and her fingers slid across the cold keyboard, and the force she pressed was soft.

"I am here?."

[Sorry for causing you trouble during this time. 】

"No, it doesn't matter."

She has always mistakenly thought that some vicious hacker was here? Changing the text, she never thought that the characters in her book would "come to life"? At this time, she might feel scared, but the text on the screen was cold warmth.

The person she created really protected "Yue Huishan", he fulfilled his promise, even though she had forgotten everything.

Where is the pain in my heart? At this moment, I was finally healed completely.

In the small rental house, she curled her fingers slightly, and couldn't restrain the enthusiasm in her chest? Rolling, her "brother", she really has a "brother", she hugged herself, and the tears she had hidden for many years finally shed Come on down.

"sorry……"

Sorry she forgot them, sorry she created him and left him alone in that world full of malice, sorry she forgot why she picked up the pen in the first place, she wanted to create What is more is a world that can make people feel love and tolerance, and words that can bring strength to those who have been hurt.

The flickering dots of light on the computer slowly flickered.

【Thank you for creating us. 】

Tears are rolling down her face, can't believe she really created such a gentle person?No? She is not qualified to call herself a creator.

While the author? is creating the character, why is it that the character chooses the author?

The story that comes to mind, is the author? The Creator, or the characters in the story chose to use the author's pen to tell? Who can tell?

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

She wiped her tears and couldn't wait to type a string of words.

[Let me open my eyes and look at him. 】

"So? You are really born from an egg." Looking at the extremely sad and hideous big dragon face, Jing Shen raised his hand and touched it lightly, "It's all right now."

Xu Jin, no? It's Xu Ziyu, he snorted, the sky began to drizzle, and he covered the depth of field with his long fluff. His memory is actually not that bad. The thought is on his own shoulders, and the next time we meet, he must go to him first, his dawn, the endless sky, he lowered his head and said softly: "I remember we are at the same table .”