I want to talk to the author about life

Even though she didn't want to see Chen Shaoheng anymore, Lan Kuiyu blurted out immediately: "Valkyrie, District 64, Street 382, ​​A812."

"Tingshui is there." Chen Shaoheng's cold brows and eyes could not help but be stained with anxiety: "I'll go find him."

"Wait a minute first." Tang Chao sat back on the chair in front of the table, and took the mouse from Chen Shaoheng's hand with the crushed case, "I still have to change the plot, let me think about it... how to change it?"

At this time Fang Mubo came over, stood behind him, bent down and put his hands on the keyboard, Tang Chao was surrounded by him in his arms, watching Fang Mubo type a line:

[The moment Chen Shaoheng and Lan Tingshui's eyes met, everything was settled, and all the love and hatred disappeared at this moment.

He found the last rose on his wasteland and found his lost love.

From then on, no matter what happens, they will choose to trust each other without reservation. 】

"This should be enough." Fang Mubo moved the mouse and clicked the "Save" button in the upper left corner.

The second he pressed the mouse, the space fluctuated violently, and countless words flew out of the screen. These black Song typefaces flew from the window to the sky under the eyes of everyone, and then the walls peeled off, the colors gradually disappeared, and everything slowed down. into pure white.

The world began to collapse from the sky far away. The cross on Tang Chao's chest erupted with dazzling light, and the temperature was scorching hot. Tang Chao knew that this place could not last long, and shouted: "I have to go back!"

The temperature of the cross was getting hotter and hotter. Tang Chao had to pinch the rope to prevent it from sticking to his skin. He realized something and said to Chen Shaoheng: "The cross probably won't last long. I'll send you to your World, we will go straight back!"

Lan Kuiyu took a step forward, hesitating what to say, Zhang Ming beside her sensed her intention, grabbed her wrist, and said seriously: "Come with me."

Lan Kuiyu and Zhang Ming looked at each other for a few seconds, and then at Tang Chao. The cross in Tang Chao's hand was so hot that it almost burned the rope. He nodded slightly and said, "No matter where you want to go back, I We will respect your decision."

The sky has completely turned into pure white, and those words flew out of the screen, turned into patches of gray, and finally disappeared.Looking at the gradually fading and shrinking world, Lan Kuiyu took a deep breath and retreated to Zhang Ming's side.

"Take care of my brother." She said to Chen Shaoheng.

Chen Shaoheng nodded, and the moment he met Tang Chao's eyes, he stretched out his hand. Tang Chao smiled at him and touched his finger.

Chen Shaoheng's figure disappeared from his eyes in an instant, and the fluttering curtains turned into pure white at the same moment. This small area became the only colorful plate. Tang Chao held Fang Mubo and Zhang Ming's hands, and Zhang Ming Ming held on to Lan Kuiyu tightly.

The purple light exploded, and the last trace of color disappeared completely, leaving only a laptop in the pure white space, alone in the center.

After an unknown amount of time, the originally dimmed screen suddenly lit up, and the letters on the manuscript interface bounced, and finally became a sentence of garbled characters, stopping at a period.

Tang Chao sat on his sofa, feeling dizzy.

The cross was shattered into powder the moment he teleported back, and he could no longer teleport to any world, which meant that he had no way of knowing whether Chen Shaoheng had found Lan Tingshui or not.

But he firmly believes that without the hindrance of the plot, from the moment the two lovers reunite, everything will develop in the happiest and most beautiful direction.

When he came back at 06:30 in the evening, it was already dark, Tang Chao was a little hungry, but he didn't have any thoughts of eating.

He has more important things to do.

He sat in the living room and waited without turning on the light. He took out his mobile phone and looked through the chat records with Fang Mubo one by one, recalling those days when he was awkward and accepted the test from men.

In the middle of the journey, he unconsciously fell asleep due to the exhaustion brought by the teleportation, and it was already 11:30 when he woke up.

Fang Mubo hasn't come yet, and he hasn't even sent him a message.

Time passed by every minute and every second, seeing the hour hand getting closer and closer to twelve o'clock, Tang Chao felt anxious uncontrollably.

Why hasn't Fang Mubo come yet?Yes or no……

His heart gradually sank.

The minute and hour hands coincided at twelve o'clock, the second hand turned silently, the number representing the time on the phone screen changed to 00:00, and the date was updated by one day.In the dark, Tang Chao spread out on the sofa, took off his glasses, closed his eyes and rubbed between his brows, feeling extremely sour in his heart.

It's all over.

There was still no news about Fang Mubo on WeChat, Tang Chao smiled self-deprecatingly, and forced himself to get up and go to the bathroom to wash up.

He didn't know if he could fall asleep tonight, but whatever, at least in the future, there would be no strange things to haunt him again.

He originally thought that he didn't like Fang Mubo much, after all, it's only been a month since the moment he fell in love with him.

But he still cried while washing his face. Tang Chao supported the sink with both hands, looked at the crying young man with red eyes in the mirror, and cursed in embarrassment.

Ashamed.

Ten minutes later, Tang Chao lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes, feeling that he had been hollowed out.

Now he really understands what it means to be ashamed.

Fang Mubo's tenderness, love, and sweet words are all fake in the end.

From beginning to end, he was never truly loved by anyone.

Don't know when, Tang Chao fell asleep again in a daze. He had a dream and couldn't remember the content, but he cried fiercely in the dream, so when he was awakened by the rapid knock on the door, his face was still full of tears.

"Tang Chao!" He vaguely heard someone calling him outside the door. He hugged the quilt for a few seconds, and finally realized that he couldn't care about anything. He stumbled out of bed, ran barefoot to the entrance and opened it tremblingly. Door.

The man who had made him wait all night was standing outside the door, panting violently, with a layer of sweat running out of his forehead, Fang Mubo finally heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Tang Chao, and raised his hand to wipe Tang Chao's skin with his fingertips. With tears on his face, he whispered unsteadily, "I'm sorry Tang Tang, I'm late."

Finally, Tang Chao couldn't bear it anymore, whimpered, hugged Fang Mubo suddenly, and buried his face in his chest.

Fang Mubo took a step back slightly after being hit by him. He stroked Tang Chao's back, lowered his head and kissed the top of his hair, and explained: "When I came back, I didn't know why the cell phone was not in the city next door. I can't contact you, so I can only take the fastest car to come back, but it's still a little late. I'm sorry, I didn't borrow someone else's mobile phone to call you when I thought I could arrive."

Tang Chao shook his head, grabbed his clothes with both hands, wiped his tears and snot all over Fang Mubo's suit jacket, and choked up, "You liar, you made me feel so sad."

Fang Mubo smiled softly, pulled Tang Chao away from him slightly, and pressed a kiss on his forehead in the dimly lit corridor in the middle of the night.

"It's over," he whispered.

"And I still love you."

Valkyrie, District 64, Street 382.

Chen Shaoheng stopped in front of the door plate of A812.

It wasn't until Chen Shaoheng came to know that Lantingshui and Lan Kuiyu's hometown had been an abandoned area many years ago.

The buildings are crowded in a small space, the alleys are very narrow, human footprints are as rare as green plants, dirty water flows on the ground, and black birds sit on the messy old cables, making hoarse calls.

Lan Tingshui likes plants, rain, and moonlight, and hates crowding and mess. Here are all things he doesn't like. Chen Shaoheng couldn't believe that Tingshui would stay in such a place.

The stairs were covered with cracks and were in danger, and the anti-theft door had a layer of embroidery, which was not very clean. Chen Shaoheng looked up at the door plate again, and confirmed that it was indeed a good place.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The sound insulation of the floor is not good. After a while, a voice came out clearly: "Who?"

He was so familiar with this voice, Chen Shaoheng's heart was filled with countless strong emotions instantly, he felt breathless, and he had the urge to turn around and leave.

Will Ting Shui forgive him?Want to see him again after all the things he's done to hurt him?

"Who the hell?" The voice became alert, and Chen Shaoheng faintly heard the sound of the pistol being loaded, he took a deep breath, looked at the dark barbed wire on the door, and said in a deep voice: "Ting Shui, it's me, Chen Shaoheng. "

The sound of chairs being knocked down was so ear-piercing that after a period of chaos, the room became dead silent again.

Soon, the anti-theft door opened in front of Chen Shaoheng, and the man he thought about day and night was wearing an apron over a white shirt, watching him quietly from behind the door.

Lan Tingshui didn't seem to have changed at all, as if the suffering of the past six months had left no trace on him, but the youthful brilliance and seductive charm of the young man in the past were gone from those eyes, and they became much calmer .

He looked at Chen Shaoheng, and after a long time, he asked softly, "Is it all over?"

"Yes, it's all over." Chen Shaoheng raised his hand to caress his slightly thin side face, and rubbed his thumb against the light-colored tear mole at the corner of his eye, his cold brows and eyes were unprecedentedly gentle: "Baby, I'll take you home. "

It's all over.

it is finally over.

Tears welled up in Lan Tingshui's eyes. He unconsciously clenched the doorknob, opened his mouth, and choked up a sob. Just as he was about to say something, a baby's crisp cry came from inside the room.

Chen Shaoheng was taken aback, and looked in the direction of the voice in disbelief, but Lan Tingshui burst into tears with a smile, stepped forward and pressed into his arms, leaning his head on his shoulder, and said:

"Shaoheng, go and see our baby."

Meanwhile, the real world.

The target is the Riwan Squad.

Shishi: Guigui, how is your article writing, waiting for your update.

Ten Fingers Like the Wind Return: Which one?

Shi Shi: It's just the goofy novel about the reunion of intersex children, the one about Chen Shaoheng and Lan Tingshui.

Gui Gui with ten fingers like the wind: Well, I can’t write any more, I’m stuck.

time:...

Shishi:? ? ?

Shi Shi: Why?

Gui Gui with ten fingers like the wind: I don't know, but I feel that the plot afterward is too cruel, and I might suffer retribution if I write it, so I don't want to write it.

After saying this, on the way home, he didn't look at the new news in the chat box, put on his coat and prepared to go out for lunch.

Lu Guitu is a sophomore, but he has another identity. He is a rare male author on the pure love channel of a certain website. He loves dog-blood abuse and forced love. Inextricable.

On the way to the cafeteria, he happened to meet a man. The man was handsome, tall, with a scar on his face. He had a silent and lonely demeanor. He didn't look like a student in the school.

On the way home, I couldn't help but look at it a few more times, thinking to myself, so handsome, it's simply the configuration of vicissitudes of life in the novel, isn't it!He will write such an attack in his next article!so handsome!

The two passed each other on the small road in the campus, Qin Ruoyang stopped, and turned to look at the young man's slightly thin back, with a blurred look in his eyes.

Is this the author?

How could a seemingly harmless young man write such a cruel story?

Qin Ruoyang laughed lowly, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, turned around and followed.

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