my cp turned out to be

10pm.

Lin Xi tapped on the keyboard for a while, took a puff of cigarette irritably, and then deleted a paragraph of text she had just written.He crushed the cigarette in the ashtray, sat on the swivel chair and lost his mind, opened the door and walked towards the bedroom, just in time to meet Cheng Si who came out on tiptoe.

Cheng Si made a silent gesture to him, and whispered, "JOJO is asleep."

Lin Xi raised her eyebrows in surprise, and asked him in a low voice, "Did he pester you?"

Cheng Si shook his head: "JOJO is very good. He took a bath by himself and said he wanted to sleep by himself..."

"Really?" Lin Xi clicked her tongue in surprise, "When I took him, he refused to take a bath...and said he couldn't sleep alone..." He frowned as he spoke, " Did he really mean to make trouble for me?"

"Hey, aren't you?" Cheng Si bumped him with his shoulder unbearably, "What do you mean looking for trouble? He's obviously trying to be coquettish with you. Cats are like this, and they will never show kindness properly."

"Maybe, he was arrogant and domineering when he was a cat, but he still looks like a gentleman when he is a human." Lin Xi pouted disapprovingly, "I really can't stand him."

"I can't stand it, so why don't you put down the manuscript and come out to see him?" Cheng Si smiled, patted his friend on the shoulder, "Duplicate guy."

Lin Xi's face was a little red. Fortunately, the lights in the corridor were dim, so he didn't feel too embarrassed: "I just came out to breathe, and the manuscript is still being written... Are you going to sleep here tonight?"

"I have to go back. Liu Jin reserved the door for me, but I can come over early tomorrow morning." Cheng Si waved to him with a smile, walked to the stairs, and added a sentence back: "Lin Xi, concentrate on writing, rest easy." Mentality, we are all optimistic about you!"

"Ah?" Lin Xi was stunned for a moment, and then she stretched her brows and smiled, "Well, just look at it!"

He watched Cheng Si go down the stairs, glanced at the bedroom door, and instead of going there, went back to the study, sat in front of the computer again, and sighed softly.The man looked at the blank word on the computer screen and smiled wryly: "I know you all support me...but I can't write it."

He supported his face with his hands, and curled himself up on the computer chair: knowing that this is not the time to throw a temper tantrum, knowing that he just needs to write down the outline approved by the publishing house... But he can't control himself and think too much other things.In fact, as soon as he touches the keyboard, he will think of the "Haunted House Night Talk" without bookworms...recalling the bookworm's comment in "Fu Lei's Family Letter": "There is no soul in it"...

Since when did my words become soulless?Since when did I regard writing as a purely money-making business?In the beginning, why did I choose to be a writer?

Lin Xi asked herself, but couldn't find the answer.He only remembers that he has been relying on codewords to support himself since college. Whether it is saving books or writing papers, as long as it can make money, he doesn't mind trying one or two.After trying for many years, he found that the market of supernatural horror is stable, and he does not need a deep cultural foundation and experience to become a writer who specializes in suspense and thriller... For him now, writing is just an entry into the market. Investigate, and then combine the advantages of other writers and writers to pile up a document.

The love for words and the joy of creation, these things have not appeared in Lin Xi's mind for a long time, until he saw Bookworm.

The man's ambition is rekindled, and he also wants to have his own bookworm.After many years, he finally had the urge to pour his heart and soul into writing novels—but found that he didn't know how to start.

So what should we do now?Spend time finding the real creative method, or as always put together a work from the outline?

Lin Xi raised her head, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it, letting the lingering smoke cover her moist eye sockets, dispelling the loneliness and helplessness in her heart: "Damn... what should I do now?"

At this time, Lin Xi, who was smoking in the study, didn't know that he was not alone, because JOJO was standing outside the door.

The boy quietly leaned against the door, listening carefully to the movement inside, and after an unknown amount of time, he quietly left and returned to the bedroom—moving as nimbly as if he was still a vigorous Norwegian forest cat.

JOJO climbed back on the bed, got into the quilt, warmed his feet with his hands, closed his eyes and pondered for a while, and then asked the bookworms who accompanied him by the pillow: "Why is Xiao Linzi shrunk in the study and can't come out?"

"It should be writing a new novel." A small piece of Fu Lei's soul pushed his glasses, "I really hope he can write a book with a soul this time..."

"It turned out to be writing a book." JOJO rested his head on his knees, "Is writing a book annoying? Why does he look very unhappy?"

"Hate? Maybe, writing isn't easy."

"Since writing is so annoying, why does Xiao Linzi do it?" JOJO snorted dissatisfiedly, "Don't help me take a bath, and don't sleep with me!"

"Because it's his job." Little Fu Lei replied, "Only by completing the job can he make money."

"Oh, I know how to make money." JOJO nodded, "Xiao Linzi wrote books to make money, and ignored me because of writing books?"

The bookworms nodded together.

JOJO rolled his eyes and said: "Then, if I can help Xiao Linzi earn money, won't he not need to write a book and can be with me every day?"

"But how do you make money?" A little wanderer interjected at this moment.

"I can work too!" JOJO was unconvinced.

"You don't have much knowledge, and you don't have a serious academic certificate, so you won't be able to find a job when you go out."

"And you can't write well." The bookworm in "The Preface to the Lanting Collection" followed suit, "You will be disgusted by the humans outside!"

"Tsk." JOJO smacked his lips impatiently, "The human world is so troublesome! In this case, I will learn more knowledge and practice calligraphy! When I find a job, let him help me take a bath and accompany me honestly. Sleep, don't let him hide in the study and smoke!"

"This kind of thinking is too domineering!" Little Marx stood up and said at this time, "Labor is an important way to realize personal value! You cannot deprive Lin Xi of the right to work."

"I don't understand what you are talking about..." JOJO Khan turned his head and ignored him: "Well, in order to learn more knowledge! Starting tonight, you will sing to me together!"

"This won't work!" Little Bing Xin put forward a negative opinion at this time, "Listening to so many bookworms singing at the same time, your brain will be broken! Learning should be done step by step, JOJO, you have to be patient."

"Be patient, I don't have that much patience!" JOJO was upset, and the cat's temper suddenly came up, "I just want to find a job as soon as possible, and I just want Xiao Linzi to sleep with me!"

"Don't be willful!" The little bookworms rushed over and kicked him, "If I don't sing, I won't sing, I just won't sing for you!"

"I won't sleep if you don't sing! When the big-eyed Twolegs comes back, I'll tell him that you bullied me!"

The two sides confronted each other for a long time, and finally reached an agreement: ten bookworms will sing to JOJO, and JOJO will not complain to Youfang.

So, the little bookworms sat around on JOJO's pillows and sang together...

The night passed.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Lin Xi smoked the last cigarette in the cigarette case, angrily closed the still blank document, and decided to go to the restaurant for something to eat.He pushed open the door of the study and found that JOJO was standing in the corridor, as if deliberately waiting for him to come out.

The boy's face was a little pale, as if he hadn't rested very well.Seeing Lin Xi appearing, he immediately let out a contemptuous "hum" through his nose, raised his chin high, cast a sidelong glance at Lin Xi, turned his head and went downstairs, followed by a long line of little bookworms...

The man was stunned, and asked the tunic bookworm at the end of the line: "What does he mean? Demonstrating with me?"

The little man in the tunic suit spread his hands, made a helpless expression, and hurriedly chased after the team.

Lin Xi was speechless, sighed and scratched her hair, then went downstairs, sat at the dining table and picked up the bread.

During the breakfast, Lin Xi noticed that JOJO kept squinting at him, but every time he looked back, JOJO would turn his head away, making a proud look of "I didn't look at you!"... He didn't sleep all night, Full of entanglements, with a severe headache, I didn't even bother to study JOJO's feelings, so I simply ignored him, and after a hasty breakfast, I left JOJO alone in the dining room, and went back to the study to fight with the word.