For some reason, every morning I always have a figure in my mind, and it is a girl in a white dress. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Every morning when I open my eyes and touch them with my hands, I can feel a trace of wetness, and I cry in my sleep inexplicably.

Who the hell is that person?

Why can't I remember her name anyway?

Why is she in my memory, and what kind of bond does she have with me?

As I walked down the street, my mind was still blank, and my memories seemed to have been touched by something, and some memories that should not be forgotten and could not be forgotten were lost.

Inadvertently, I suddenly felt an inexplicable touch, and I couldn't help but look back. The familiar breath filled my heart with the rain, and it was like stepping into a flower-filled hillside in a trance.

I saw a girl with an umbrella standing quietly at the corner of the alley, confused like a dream, as if she had walked into reality from a dream.

The sound of her footsteps, blending into the sound of the ticking rain, seemed to step on my heart, making my heart beat to her melody.

I looked at her, she looked at me, and the two of them walked by with their heads bowed. My heart felt like it was being pulled hard by a big cold hand, and it was painful and I couldn't breathe.

Why?

It seems that there is a gully like the Milky Way between us, which is close at hand, but we can't recognize each other. It was the rigid and strict rules of the heavens, and like fate, no one could violate them.

But, I was unwilling, and finally met the figure of my dreams, how could I be separated?

So, I turned around. The figure turned around almost at the same time, and its beautiful face was already covered with tears. Two pairs of tearful eyes stared at each other, and opened their mouths with me, like children singing to the beat.

"Your name?"

……

Trumpet~

The fountain pen that was floating out of thin air suddenly fell to the ground, slowly rolling back and forth on the table. Su Mo rubbed his dry eyes, his head ached for a while, and the excessive consumption of spiritual power made his face frighteningly white.

"It's finally written, you can take a look first, and please finish the last scene after reading it."

He handed the notebook to the girl who was sitting quietly in front of the window, and the other party looked up at him, took the notebook, spread it out on his lap, and looked at it carefully.

That look, more focused than the ghost girl, as if she intended to engrave every word in her mind deeply.

Su Mo sat there and looked at her curiously, and asked suspiciously, "Why do you sit here and read books every day?" ”

Every time I come here, I can see the other party sitting quietly in front of the window reading a book, and even the movements and expressions have not changed much, like a still statue.

"I like it."

The other party's voice was very soft and flat, as if he had lost the youthful vitality that he should have at this age, like an old man who was about to die.

After a while, she put the book on the table, took out a set of drawing tools from the bookshelf next to her, and lay down there and drew carefully.

Su Mo didn't understand a little, but he didn't say anything, and silently looked for a book. After all, it is someone's private matter, and he is not qualified to interfere.

It only took more than three days to finish the book from Monday to Monday, and the efficiency is a bit scary.

Fast speed does not mean shoddy production, he believes that this book will be a big sell, and there is a great hope that it will surpass the results of his previous book.

With such a perfect storyline, there's no reason why readers shouldn't be captivated.

However, after the writing is finished, it seems that there is some reluctance to let the ghost girl disappear.

Chu Shiyin didn't know where to run, and there were often only two people in the club activity room of the reading club, he and the painter. Well, yes, even if she did, there would only be two people in the classroom......

"Alright."

His thoughts drifted away, and he ran somewhere, when a voice came from the window and pulled him back.

Su Mo rubbed his hair, walked over and took the paint paper that had not yet dried, and smiled with satisfaction after seeing it for the first time.

Sure enough, I actually drew a scene from my imagination, even more perfect than I thought!

On the scroll, a man and a woman stand in the middle of a rainy path, looking at each other, and the emotions in their eyes make the viewer shocked, and then envious.

I envy the relationship between these two people, and envy the love that has not changed after traveling through time and space.

"Perfect! You're so good at drawing, you can really go to an art exhibition! Su Mo smiled and praised, everything was sincere.

The other party suddenly showed a light smile, like the bloom of alpine snow lotus, and the smile moved the world.

However, the next moment the face was expressionless again, as if the smile just now was just an illusion on his part.

"You look really good when you smile, why don't you smile more?"

He looked at the other party sincerely and said, but unfortunately he didn't get a response. The painter girl sat back in her place, quietly looking at the thick book, quietly blending into the surroundings, becoming a frozen picture.

"Hey, what a beautiful scene, it's perfect!"

At this moment, a white shadow suddenly came out from behind the door.

Su Mo didn't have the slightest fear—anyone who had been scared like this countless times wouldn't be afraid.

"Chu Shiyin, this novel has been completed, and I plan to recruit people to submit it later. By the way, fill in the author's name, after all, it's the story you came up with? Su Mo smiled a little reluctantly.

"Hmph, Su Mo, are you stupid, I just said a few words about this book, and you did the rest, of course fill in the names of the two of us."

The ghost girl pinched her waist and smiled very happily.

"Well, I thought I just had to fill in my name." Su Mo turned his back and shook his head with some sighs.

"Cut, think beautifully. Then make a compromise and choose a pen name with the names of the two of them. The ghost girl's little hand knocked on the table, making a rhythmic sound, and then slapped the table and said loudly: "Okay, the pen name is Mo Shiyin!" ”

"Ahem, you didn't think about it at all, did you?"

Su Mo couldn't laugh or cry, this pen name is too simple and rude, how can he directly combine the names of the two without embellishment, and use it as a pen name?

"Hmph, what do you say?" The ghost girl seemed to feel a little unreasonable, and turned her head and said in disbelief.

"Okay, okay, just do as you say."

Su Mo sighed lightly, and didn't say the more literary pen name he thought, just as a commemoration of the other party's time with him for so many days.

"Hee-hee, I don't think you can think of it! Miss Ben is still smart, after all, I am the greatest beautiful girl writer! ”

The ghost girl smiled and spread her hands, and her whole body was emitting a faint light, becoming more transparent.

"Let's go, let's go and submit together."

Su Mo's nose was sour, but he kept a smile on his face, and after saying goodbye to the painter who was reading quietly, he went to the magazine with the ghost girl.