August was coming to an end, but the heat of summer was still lingering.
The weather in City S was hostile. The winter here was cold to the bone, and the summer here was stuffy and suffocating.
Of course, for Brother Jue, who spent most of his time in an air-conditioned room and rarely went out, this didn't seem to have anything to do with him.
Recently, other than being busy in the game, Feng Bujue also had more and more things to do in his life. After all, he had an uninvited "roommate" at home, so he had to change a lot of his habits.
In addition, his novel, "Nightmare and Nightmare," had entered the final stage. As a person who was almost morbidly paranoid about his works, Brother Jue would fall into an extremely slow and tangled creative state before he finished writing a long novel. In the past, he could finish a chapter in an hour, but at this stage … it might take him a whole day.
Every time this happened, he would think of Chuck's (the first prophet in "The Power of Evil", who recorded the experiences of the two main characters as a novelist) at the end of SPN Season 5. "The ending is the most difficult." As long as there was a keyboard, even a monkey could start typing. But the ending … was not like that. You always want to do everything at the last moment, but you will never be able to satisfy everyone. No matter what, the fans would be dissatisfied and find some unfilled holes. But since it was the ending, you should be fearless and write what you really want to write. "
Feng Bujue agreed with that statement, but … the most persistent fan of his work, the one who was as picky, mean, and insatiable as a bitch … was himself.
An author who was extremely narcissistic and had perfectionist tendencies would easily fall into an endless cycle of "self-torture". Most of the time, this kind of person didn't care much about other people's opinions. They were often driven crazy by themselves.
…
* Clap clap clap clap … *
On the morning of September 3rd, Feng Bujue sat in front of the computer, typing rapidly on the keyboard.
His face was solemn, and his fingertips were flying. His eyes were on the screen, and his mind was wandering.
Finally, after a few hours of concentrated work, he let out a long sigh of relief.
"Phew —" Feng Bujue saved the document, stretched, and picked up the cup of cold coffee on the computer table. He stood up while drinking.
"Pfft …" As soon as he turned around, he spat the coffee back into the cup.
Xiao Ling, who was eating snacks on the sofa, looked at Brother Jue with disgust and said, "Hey … Leader, aren't you disgusting?"
"Fine …" Ruo Yu on the side said coldly, "At least he didn't spit it on the ground or someone's face."
At that moment, Feng Bujue looked around and realized that Ruo Yu, Xiao Ling, Xiao Tan, Bao Qing, and An Yueqin were all sitting on the sofa in the living room, chatting and laughing as they watched the home theater. Judging from the number of drinks and fruit shells on the coffee table, they had been here for at least an hour.
"When did you guys come in?" Brother Jue was shocked. "How come I didn't notice at all?"
"You were distracted by the transfer of the earth." Ruo Yu immediately replied with a blank expression.
It had to be said that this was a very good joke. However, among the "people" present, only she, Brother Jue, and Arthas could get the joke.
"Haha …" It was rare for Feng Bujue to be choked by someone. He replied with a smile that did not reach his eyes. Then he joined his friends. "I think I remember now … Today is' Bad Movie Marathon Day ', right?"
"Yeah, we've already finished watching one," Xiao Tan replied.
"Speaking of which …" Brother Jue said, "This was supposed to be a party for the three of us, how come the number of people has increased …"
"Hm?" In the next second, Rainy cast a sharp gaze at him.
"I'm here to accompany my boyfriend, can't I?" Xiao Ling grabbed Xiao Tan's arm and looked at Brother Jue with dead eyes.
"I'm here to rush the script, do you have a problem with that?" An Yueqin replied with a similar threatening look.
Hearing this, Feng Bujue hesitated for two seconds, then looked at Ruo Yu, Xiao Ling, and Ms. An, and said three sentences, "Oh, okay, no problem …"
…
For the next few minutes, Feng Bujue seemed a little absent-minded.
It was not that he was unhappy, he just couldn't help but start thinking about life …
Five months ago, he was still living a life of nocturnal activity, with no regular pattern. His disordered biological clock, bad eating habits, lack of exercise, unknown and untreatable "diseases", and so on … All of this pieced together was a man who was extremely negative about life.
Today, five months later, Feng Bujue was living a healthy life … He had a cat in his house and a woman he cared about. In both the virtual world and the real world, his social circle had expanded by more than ten times. Another of his best friends seemed to be stepping into the siege of marriage. His understanding of the supernatural world had also made qualitative leaps in both theoretical and practical fields …
When he looked back … Feng Bujue realized that he had changed. His gloomy life seemed to have a few more colors. He was also immersed in the hustle and bustle in front of him …
Thinking of this, he suddenly realized that the real world was not so "boring", "boring", "hopeless", and "nauseating" after all. Because the world itself did not have any sentimentalism.
Hate or love life … It was always the subjective choice and experience of human beings. If there was any objective pain in the world, it was caused by the mutual influence between people.
…
It was almost dusk, and everyone had already left.
In the house, only Feng Bujue and Li Ruo Yu were left.
At 6: 30, Brother Jue prepared three dishes and a soup. Ruo Yu also cleaned up the house.
They sat opposite each other at the table and ate under the afterglow of the setting sun.
As usual, the two of them didn't talk much during the meal. They just ate in silence.
"Um …" Suddenly, Feng Bujue put down the chopsticks in his hand, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said, "I have something to ask you."
"Go ahead," Ruo Yu didn't realize what he wanted to ask her, so she just answered casually.
"Can you … try … to date me?" Feng Bujue used a tone that could be described as difficult to ask the girl a question.
At this moment, Ruo Yu's expression and hands froze at the same time.
Then, there was nearly twenty seconds of silence.
These twenty seconds, to Feng Bujue, felt like a lifetime …
After twenty seconds, she looked up at him and maintained her usual calmness and coldness. She gave a short answer, "Okay."
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