"I love you, sometimes more than I love myself. It's the only meaning I have in my small life. When I find something more meaningful than that, maybe I won't be stupid enough to love you. - BY dead child Che Beihao

In fact, this sentence is strictly what the author said, the characters are just characters, even if they are flesh and blood, they can't deny this, and it is the author who gives them life. However, the young man wanted to deny this, such words should not be something he could come up with, only a dead child like Che Beihao could say such a thing.

No one wants to be a dead child like Che Beihao, even if he is a young person who is a creator, he doesn't want to be such a person.

"Or will Che Beihao change later?" The young man hasn't thought of this for the time being, for the time being, the plot is written and thoughtless, there is no outline and no planned ending, he wants to gradually improve Che Beihao's character and the worldview that Che Beihao should have while creating.

"Well, I haven't seen the world, what kind of worldview, it's just going around in circles. It would probably be like the words of a dead child, and the young man said as he stacked it on the backup document.

"You and I are the same, the same loneliness, the same vulnerability, the same helplessness, the same can only wait. "Hmm? This sentence may be more consistent with Long Jun's body. Compared with the dead child Che Beihao, Long Jun is still more optimistic about things, but there is no doubt that Long Jun is also a dead child.

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Knock knock. It's the sound of knocking on the door, but it must be looking for the next door, no one will come to find him, Che Beihao, who was lying on the bed, thought to himself, although he was still a little expecting someone to come to him, it would be best if someone came, but Che Beihao knew that it was impossible.

"Don't you open the door? Maybe it's the lover of your dreams." Fate sat on the table next to Che Beihao's bed, holding a knife and peeling apples, but Fate peeled apples, Che Beihao really didn't dare to compliment, the whole apple was at least one-third, but listening to the tone of fate, it seemed that the knock on the door was from his own door, "One apple a day, the doctor stays away from me." ”

Knock knock. The sound of knocking on the door continued, and it was really my own, but I hope it wasn't a courier to check the water meter or something.

"Well, it's you. ”

Looking at Che Beihao's slightly disappointed expression, Long Jun was also a little sad, but she didn't show it, still pretending to be angry, "If it's me, I can't do it, who else will come?"

Che Beihao didn't continue, "Come in, there's nothing to entertain you at home, you know." ”

"I knew you didn't have anything at home, so I bought some when I came. Long Jun lifted the bag he was holding in his left hand, "Uncle Lai's freshly baked egg tart." ”

Long Jun always knows what Che Beihao likes, eats and wears, and can even guess what comics Che Beihao likes to read and which character in the comics he likes, she knows this dead child.

Because she knew him too well, she knew that he couldn't accept other people at all now, and Xie Chenxi's affairs made him vulnerable and at the same time made him build a high wall.

"Ah, Uncle Lai's egg tarts are getting worse and worse, and I don't even buy them anymore. Che Beihao replied weakly, he hadn't been sick for a long time, and the sudden fever made him very unaccustomed.

Long Jun didn't know at this point, whether it was the dead child who had changed and become incomprehensible to her, or whether she had changed.

It's a question worth thinking about.

"There's so little egg milk, and the puff pastry isn't crispy, so you can't eat it at all. Fate casually picked up the egg tart that Long Jun bought, chewed it with a disgusted expression, and then threw the half-eaten egg tart back to its original place.

However, Che Beihao ignored the trick of fate, and Long Jun would not know what fate was doing, so he felt that the boring fate had to retreat and disappear.

Long Jun left not long after, and basically just chatted with Che Beihao about the lectures in class and some unnutritious greetings, in fact, she didn't think about these meaningless words at all, she should be brave.

It would be nice if she had a little more courage, she thought, if she had a little more, maybe she could be like Xie Chenxi.

But in retrospect, Che Beihao is not that senior, and she is not Xie Chenxi, and in the end, maybe what awaits her is just a 'oh' that makes people not lift their spirits at all.

Forget it.

"Well, it's better to choose to watch the story on the side?" "The fate that looks exactly like Long Jun sneaked out behind her, but this didn't scare her, as if she expected it, "The fragile wall is easy to destroy, isn't it, it's effortless, and you just touch it symbolically, is it noble or sad?"

"You're enough!" Long Jun shouted loudly, "Noble or pathetic, this is just my choice, the choice has been decided, as a destiny, you are only responsible for my choice, and all these consequences are only responsible for me, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

"Yo, yes, it has nothing to do with me. Fate smiled weirdly, "But ......"

Fate is gone.

"However, the road was originally laid by me, and the choice was also laid by me, and the so-called choice is only given by me, and has nothing to do with me, but it is what I asked you to choose this way, and it has nothing to do with me or has anything to do with it, and it doesn't matter at all. ”

"There's no such thing as something that doesn't concern me. ”

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The most depressing paragraph is said to be coming, but for the young people of the creator, it is actually over, although there is no deliberate planning, but how to write in the follow-up has already taken shape in his mind, only to carry out artistic embellishments and some revisions on rigorous issues when writing.

A book that intends to take the publishing route, it is not long, but its creation time is also quite long, the plan of "Dead Child" is only 100,000 words for the time being, and now the first draft of nearly 90,000 has been completed, and there is still the last part. During the creation period, the online articles serialized by young people have been updated with 500,000 words.

On the surface, it seems that the number of updated words is very unequal, but in fact, the 90,000 words of the dead child will definitely not be less than the 500,000 words of the online article, and the young man even sometimes feels that he would rather write another 300,000 words of the online article than write another 20,000 or 30,000 words of the dead child.

Every word in "Dead Child" is a torture from the heart. Creation comes from life, which young people understand, but it is a little uncertain whether it will be higher than life.

"There's one last bit left, so let's save it for a few days before we can continue writing. "The young man felt a little bit of a headache.