Before the celebration banquet was over, Zhou Lin and Xu Yunyue said goodbye first.

made an appointment with Yang Muxia to deliver the manuscript at the end of the month, and after Zhou Lin sent the old man into a taxi, he and Xu Yunyue walked hand in hand to the subway station.

Like many couples, they held hands, holding hands and smiling on the road when the lights were shining.

They crossed the sidewalk, waiting for the traffic light, and they breathed in a somewhat thick air.

They walked into the underground tunnel, stopped in front of the singer, dropped a few dollars, and went to the convenience store to buy a bottle of water.

They sat side by side on the deserted subway, telling jokes that had just come to mind, and then laughing out loud as if no one was around.

If you don't have a chance in the past life, you can make up for it in this life. These times are plain and precious for Zhou Lin, who is a man in two lives, but he can't get back the feeling of his previous life.

As usual, she and Xu Yunyue were crooked until ten o'clock, and sent her to the door of the bedroom on time as usual, and the two said goodbye softly.

Seeing Xu Yunyue walk into the door of the dormitory building, Zhou Lin seemed to have fulfilled some kind of wish.

In his previous life, he was like a humble dust, falling on the white lotus he admired, for fear of desecrating her beauty.

In this life, he is finally no longer a dust, but a big tree that can be accompanied by beautiful flowers.

But the dust has the happiness of the dust, as long as it falls on the white lotus and contaminates her breath, it is enough.

And after breaking into Xu Yunyue's life with a higher attitude in this life, Zhou Lin found out that the reason why Bai Lian was a white lotus was only because he stood too low and too low in his previous life.

For life, there are only two things that are truly valuable, one is "not obtained", and the other is "lost".

Xu Yunyue in her previous life happened to account for both for Zhou Lin.

He got her body, but never her heart, he couldn't get it.

He had been like glue with her, but he was eventually separated and lost.

She is like the red roses and white roses described by Eileen Chang in the novel, a distant thought, a fictional fantasy of dissatisfaction with real life.

In his previous life, Zhou Lin fantasized about many beautiful moments, and every time his love was unsatisfactory, he would beautify Xu Yunyue in his heart, making her perfect, like the white lotus in full bloom on the snowy mountain.

It's a pity that life is not a fantasy, if they had been together in their previous lives, maybe Xu Yunyue would have become a mosquito blood on the wall, or maybe a grain of rice sticky on their clothes.

It is precisely because of the loss and loss, and because of the many setbacks in reality that Xu Yunyue will be precious in Zhou Lin's imagination, which makes him regret it, and he will always think about it.

Zhou Lin was a little afraid of his thoughts, because he suddenly woke up, it turned out that what he couldn't catch up with was not the love full of happiness and pain, but a trace of unwillingness in his heart.

Reminiscing about the past and present lives all the way, Zhou Lin pressed all his thoughts.

All his paths in this life have just begun, and if he takes the wrong path, there are still many opportunities to correct himself.

Just remember, don't break her heart again.

Back in the hotel room, Zhou Lin rested for a while and sent a few text messages to Xu Yunyue, then turned on the computer.

Since he promised Yang Muxia to write a mystery novel, he has to hurry up.

Zhou Lin searched the Internet, and after confirming that the work he thought of before did not exist in this life, his face showed a hint of joy.

When it comes to mystery novels, Zhou Lin has a lot of thunderous names in his previous life in his mind.

The earliest mystery novels might as well be called detective novels. The recognized creator of detective fiction is Edgar Allan Poe, and the most famous great detective is the well-known Sherlock Holmes.

As for the word mystery, it was actually coined by the Japanese in the previous life to distinguish it from detective novels.

Japan is a country where there are many masters of mystery novels, the founder Edogawa Ranbu created the first detective in the history of Japanese mystery Akechi Kogoro, and the representative of the generation of grandmaster Yokozo Masashi is Kaneda Ichikosuke, but the novels they write are actually no different from European and American detective novels.

Until the appearance of Matsumoto Kiyohari, there was a difference between mystery novels and detective novels. After that, Shoji Shimada, Natsuhiko Kyogoku, Keigo Higashino, and Miyuki Miyabe are all masters who have influenced the historical course of mystery novels.

As soon as Yang Muxia talked about mystery novels, Zhou Lin thought of these famous mystery writers.

He was going to copy the work of one of the writers.

The novel is considered to be the author's masterpiece of the highest calibre, and has sold more than 1 million copies in Japan. In the novel, a famous image of a wicked woman is created, which makes people grit their teeth with hatred and sympathize with her life experience.

And a sentence in the book touched Zhou Lin deeply, even if he didn't use the treasure house of literature and art in his mind, he still remembered it vividly, and he could even recite it.

"There is no sun in my sky, it is always night, but it is not dark because there is something in place of the sun. It's not as bright as the sun, but it's enough for me. With this light, I was able to turn night into day. I've never had the sun, so I'm not afraid of losing it. —Keigo Higashino, White Night Walking.

"White Night Walking" is the masterpiece of Japanese writer Keigo Higashino, the story begins with Yukiho and Ryoji Kirihara, the children of the suspect and the victim, one of them is a girl in the upper class, and the other is a gangster at the bottom of the society, who seems to have nothing to do with each other, but the people around them die one after another.

After 19 years of arduous tracking, the police finally revealed the truth, Ryoji Kirihara died in front of Yukiho, and she turned away without even taking a second look.

It's a brutal novel with nothing but a hopeless but persistent bleak love from beginning to end. The dream of the hero and heroine "just hoping to walk hand in hand in the sun" did not come true after all.

Reality and memories are intertwined, sadness and cold entanglement, coupled with the author's calm brushstrokes, the words are full of despair, so it is called the "Book of Despair"!

I still remember the first time I watched "White Night Walking", Zhou Lin hated the heroine Xue Sui to death, and I didn't understand why she was so ruthless and ruthless.

It wasn't until a long, long time later that Zhou Lin had some understanding.

The so-called sacrifice is to let others live better.

As long as Xue Sui can walk proudly in the sun in the future, Ryoji Kirihara's sacrifice will not be wasted. His love will be like sunshine, always accompanying Xue Sui, illuminating her life from now on.

The first reasoning novel took out "White Night Walking", which is not the same as Zhou Lin's previous style, this is like fighting the landlord with four 2s in the first hand, how to fight next?

But since he wants to write it, he will write a shocking one, Zhou Lin has made up his mind to use the depth bomb of "White Night Walking" to set off a monstrous wave in the literary world!