Peers are not enemies, talented and beautiful people pass on good stories.

I am Zhang Xiaokai a very unsuccessful online writer, yes, a writer and not a writer, because the gap between me and a writer is too far!

Since I was a child, I have had a special fondness for horror and bizarre ghost stories, and when I grew up, I began to try to write some ghost stories to submit, and if I was lucky, I could even exchange a little instant noodle money to come back.

At first, I wrote ghost stories because of my personal hobby, and I liked the feeling of swimming in the eerie atmosphere that I had rendered, but as time went on, I felt that I could write less and less, and my inspiration gradually dried up, and sometimes I couldn't think of a word for a long time while sitting in front of the computer.

For this reason, I bought a lot of ghost story books, and filled my small bookshelf, bedside table, and every place where I could put things, and the walls of the small rental house were also plastered with horrific photos, either Zhong Kui or zombies, and once a friend came to my house and saw the scene in the house, and he had to drag me to see a psychiatrist, because he thought that I must be obsessed with writing and suffering from some kind of mental illness, so I would make such a somewhat abnormal move.

Of course, the results of the examination at the hospital showed that everything was normal for me, and many people would think that people who write ghost stories would have a lot of ideas, and they would be very bold, because they thought about it day and night, wrote about these things every day, thought about these things, and when they went to bed at night, it was inevitable that they would not dream of these things, and how terrible the scene in the dream was, and I felt panicked when I thought about it.

It turns out that this is not the case, because in order to find that immersive feeling, I spend most of my time writing at night, sitting in front of the computer, turning off the living room, kitchen, and bathroom, turning on only a small light in the bedroom (because my computer is installed in the bedroom), and opening the front and rear windows of the bedroom so that I can see the dark living room through the front window, and the window behind me can let the warm night breeze blow on my back, a little cool but comfortable.

To be honest, I don't really have a lot of guts, especially in terms of feelings, I've been moving to this rental house for a long time, and I've been secretly in love with the girl on the third floor of the opposite floor, standing on the balcony I can clearly see her in the room, she seems to be a writer or a typist, because I often see her sitting in the room looking at the monitor with a look of attention on her face, her hands constantly tapping on the keyboard, and sitting for hours at a time.

I liked it from the moment I moved here, and we had a chance encounter on the first day I came, but we didn't talk too much, we just looked at each other and smiled, and when she laughed, there were two shallow dimples on her face, which was particularly beautiful, and I instantly had a feeling of love at that moment.

What kind of feeling it is to like someone but dare not say it, only those who have really experienced it will understand

What I didn't expect was that a month after I moved into the rental house, we had a beautiful second encounter, and a third encounter that wasn't too beautiful.

The new book is very lucky to sign a contract again, according to the usual editorial department through email, sent me a signing contract, I need to go to the copy department to print out, coincidentally when I was printing the contract in the copy department, the girl on the opposite floor, also walked into the copy department, handed over a USB flash drive to the clerk of the printing department, to my surprise, she is really the same as I guessed, is also an Internet writer, and what is more surprising is that she is also a writer who writes horror.

When she learned that I had the same profession and hobbies as her, she could see that she was also very excited, and when she walked out of the printing department, we talked a lot together, and I took the opportunity to invite her to lunch together, and she readily agreed.

In this way, my relationship with her has been further improved, but because I am so bold, I have never dared to tell her that I like her, and I have had some hints to her countless times, but I don't know if she really doesn't understand or is pretending to be confused, and each time there is no obvious reaction to my hints.

Late at night, just now I sat in front of the computer and coded words for nearly eight hours, took off my myopia glasses and rubbed my sore eyes, habitually walked to the window, and secretly looked at her who was also desperately coding words in front of the computer.

Suddenly, I saw her holding her chest with one hand and the computer desk with the other, as if she was in great pain, and then she fell from her chair and fell to the ground.

I knew that she also lived alone, and there must be no one at home to take care of her, and I hurriedly ran downstairs in a critical situation, and called the 120 emergency number as I ran.

The ambulance of 120 arrived in time, and fortunately the door of her house was not completely locked, and it could be easily stabbed open from the outside with a card, and I got into the car with her because I was worried about her safety, and was taken to the hospital by ambulance.

What I didn't expect was that she worked hard every day, and she was talking and laughing when she was with me, she turned out to be a seriously ill patient, no wonder she looked very thin, and her face was very pale, she said that this was caused by her often staying up late, and I also blamed me for negligently not noticing this, if she had been persuaded to come to the hospital for a check-up earlier, and the timely treatment might not have progressed to the current serious condition.

The most painful ending for me still happened, everyone seemed so weak in the face of death, but what made me feel happy was that I finally said to her the words I had hidden in my heart for a long time, and told him personally that I liked her, and she said that she liked me too, and she wanted to sit in front of the computer with me for the rest of her life to write ghost stories......!

On her deathbed, she asked me to tell her family to come and see her off for the last time, and her funeral was very simple, because his family was in the countryside and came to the city

It was not easy once, but it was simply cremated and put in an urn and brought back to the countryside for burial.

Saying goodbye to her parents at the train station, looking at the train in the distance, I felt infinite loss in my heart, I will never see her again, no one will talk to me when I feel tired, and the dark room on the opposite floor seems to remind me that she is really gone and will never come back!

The dead are gone, the life of the living has to go on, without her company, I put more energy into work, as long as I have free time, I will sit in front of the computer and write non-stop, I can't let my brain be idle, because my brain has a minute and a second of free time, I will think of her, remember the bits and pieces of being with her in the past.

That night, I felt that my inspiration was running out again, and I sat in front of the computer for a full hour, writing only a few hundred words, leaning my arms on the computer desk, my head bowed and my head covered with my hands, and my eyes closed and desperately thinking about what to write.

"If you're tired, take a rest, don't you want to work so hard!" A familiar voice sounded in my ears, yes, it was her, I raised my head and opened my eyes, at first I thought it was my own delusion, but at this moment she was really standing in front of me in a cartoon pajamas.

Seeing that I was excited to talk and stopped, she said with some disgust: "Look at what time it is and you haven't gone to bed, and your wife is alive and well now, don't write me to death at every turn, I really don't understand what you write, you know how to think nonsense all day long, go to sleep!"

"Okay, wife, I'll go to sleep right away. ”

(End of chapter).

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