[SD] The daily life of a girl with snake spirit disease

Mr. Yoshioka is an old man who is so rigid that he sometimes makes me feel a little cute.Ever since I beat up the teacher who bullied me and advanced the remuneration to Mr. Yoshioka, I have become the only "little trouble" in the old man's heart that transcends the relationship between the author and the publisher and is deeply concerned by him.I heard that the Yoshioka family has not had a girl for three generations. It is probably for this reason that he is always very soft-hearted towards me.But he is so rigid that the so-called soft heart is definitely not the same as the literal meaning of these two words.

So don't look at me and the old gentleman when I called, but I'm still very afraid of meeting him in my heart.

I don’t know if there are such people around you. He or she cares about you directly or even coldly, and will use his own values ​​to set you on you. But after careful study, whether you are good or bad, it has nothing to do with the other party. This kind of "hating iron can't make steel" has become a rare and precious concern.

Mr. Yoshioka is one person who gives me this feeling.He reminds me of my homeroom teacher when I was a child in my previous life. In the environment where "teachers are not allowed to hit students" has not yet become a target for rats, they worked hard to stay up all night engraving rolls of paper, and then printed them into books, and beat anyone who didn't answer well. When I get angry, I will tap my forehead with my hand, and I can remember my last test result better than myself.They will say harshly, "If you continue to do this, you will not be able to pass the university entrance examination." In fact, they are more anxious behind the scenes than their parents.

This kind of relationship may always be missed when you are old and people around you are too lazy to scold you.

So I know that this kind of care that is not ironic at all is actually very precious, and I really don't want to let Mr. Yoshioka down.

However, I really can't hold my head up in front of this old gentleman who attaches great importance to my so-called "literary literacy".

Who made me a copywriter?

This is something I know very well in my heart, I despise myself, and I am reluctant to give up.

The trip to Tokyo went well this time, and Mr. Yoshioka didn't even ask too much about my life after I arrived in Kanagawa.Almost congratulating me, I kept my usual style, didn't talk too much, signed the documents that I should sign, and asked the publishing house to help me make more NBA basketball videos. I only remembered that I would return to Sakuragi Mansion on Sunday night.

However, Mr. Yoshioka suddenly made a suggestion that surprised me——

"Miss Bei Dao, film and television will be a watershed moment for you as an author. As the number one reader of your works for a long time, please forgive me, have you ever thought about trying to transform?"

I, who was signing the entrustment contract at that time, thought for a moment that I had heard it wrong.

"All along, your works have transcended your age and gender, tortured society with a special perspective, profundity, treachery, and darkness are almost the labels of Bei Dao's pseudonym. But occasionally I can't help but put aside my identity , from the perspective of your old friend, I hope you can write some articles suitable for your age. Maybe I am old, I can't help but think, if it can be brighter and warmer, Miss Bei Dao like that, Can you be happier?" Mr. Yoshioka said, a smile appeared on his always serious face.

I have been plagiarizing future literary masters for a long time. I deliberately chose the younger works among them, polished them and put my name on them.original?me?When copying these terrific works, I have already prostrated at the feet of the masters, not daring to show my inferior and childish self.Copying the text has become a road that I can hardly turn back.

However, this unexpected in-depth conversation with Mr. Yoshioka made my emotions fluctuate.

Maybe... showing the real me is not a terrible thing?

……

I took the Shinkansen again, and it was already evening when I returned to Kanagawa.When I pushed open the door of Sakuragi House, I actually had some fear in my heart.

I don't know if this feeling is very common——

I just want to prove my importance, especially after leaving for a while.

When I was studying in my previous life, I used to like reading Taiwanese romance novels, pocket books the size of a palm, and I liked romance writers such as Xi Juan, Yu Qing, Gu Ling, and Luhen the most.Secretly rent it from a bookstore near the school and hide it under the textbook. When you read a hot place, you will have the feeling of reading a small yellow text, a secret pleasure.

My favorite author back then was Yu Qing, but it was Gu Ling who was more able to satisfy my YY desire.

Gu Ling wrote such an ancient romance story.The heroine in the book admires knights with high martial arts skills very much. At first she thought that her husband was a weak scholar, but she didn't expect that he was the best in the world (please don't laugh, I think Taiwan Xiaoyan is like this).Later, she gave birth to a son, but her husband was still aloof and ignored her.The hostess was so angry that she ran away from home for three days in a fit of anger.

After eating, drinking and having fun, I thought that the house must be in a mess, and the husband would feel inseparable from me if the children were crying.As a result, when he opened the door, he saw her husband bathing his son well, and it was a good coaxing.When the father and father looked at her together, it was like watching a stranger destroying their world.The hostess couldn't hold it any longer and ran away from home completely. _(:з」∠)_

Of course, there is no need to say more about the following plots. It must be that the male lead is cold on the surface and loves in his heart, and he takes his son to find a wife in various ways.

But even after all these years, the plot still lingers in my mind.Because I couldn't help myself, making the same mistakes as the heroine of the novel.

That is--

Even if I know that no one is indispensable in this world, the world will go on without anyone.But I just dream that one day, the lover I married must be me in his heart, and the relationship between us will be as beautiful as the title of a certain novel-"There is a person who loves me like life".

Therefore, when I stepped into the Sakuragi house and saw the messy instant noodle bags, the dirty clothes thrown by Hanako in the corner, and Hanamichi lying on the tatami mat and sleeping like a child, I felt like a lemon in my heart. Slightly sour and sweet.

Maybe I like ikebana because he is only a big boy who makes me believe that I am needed.Even if it's an illusion, I'm willing...willing to work for it.

Mr. Yoshioka's words echoed in my ears again.

Well, perhaps, writing your own words just requires honest courage and hard work from scratch.So, is it okay to give yourself a little encouragement?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but bend down...

The evening wind in April blows through the wide open window, and also blows my bangs hanging on Huadao's forehead.My lips slowly left the boy's lips.Although it was only the moment when I touched it and retreated, the soft touch was already deeply imprinted in my mind.

She really looks like a salty and wet weird aunt...

I sat cross-legged next to Yingmu Huadao, and I didn't feel any guilt about a sneak attack in my heart, but I couldn't restrain the smile on the corner of my mouth.

Stretching out my body, with my hands on my side, I squinted my eyes to feel the breath of home.Ah, it was so calm and peaceful.

"I'm going home, Huadao."

The author has something to say: In fact, for a stupid author, it is impossible to write at home...

Covering his face and being shy, he didn't dare to promise easily.

I still owe everyone 3 chapters, and properly record it in the notebook.