Just looking at Leng Suran in the darkness quietly, I could feel Leng Suran's loneliness and despair, emanating from my body, and the things in my memory began to be complicated.

The slender hand pressed his head, and his steps retreated, and there was no distance from Leng Suran.

It's still that distance, that kind of loneliness.

Leng Suran looked at her, her eyes were all her reflections, and she didn't stretch out her hand, just smiled, "You forgot me and us in the end." ”

"Me."

She wanted to say that I didn't, but she couldn't spit out this sentence at all, but she knew that she couldn't change the state of Leng Suran in front of her.

has been like this for so long, and suddenly it has become like this, she has never thought about it.

was caught off guard, and didn't even have a way to deal with it, so he could only look at Leng Suran stupidly and listen to Leng Suran tell his story.

A long time ago. The story of a girl who began.

is not as gorgeous as he deduces, but simply wrote a beginning and a simple structure, and there is a supporting role in the structure of the story that she wants to use.

Later, because she saw that there was a strong protagonist in other people's stories, she gave this supporting character a name, and the strength that could be the protagonist.

"Then, she wrote the story."

"But she wants to create more stories, stories that are liked, and this story that no one likes, has become a past that she never looks at and never touches."

It's like an accident that shouldn't have existed, hidden by her, which new friends don't know, and she has written such stories in the past.

Listening to her say that her new story is very popular, and it will soon be possible to make money for her, and you can have a new fan base.

can get her out of the city......

It is possible to get her away from the family she doesn't like......

can provide a foundation for what she wants to do......

Mo Xiaozao's tears finally broke the embankment, and she looked at Leng Suran undefeatedly, she remembered, remembered what this was, and stretched out her hand tremblingly.

didn't dare to touch Leng Suran, who was in front of him, and looked at her like this, and the tears became more and more unstoppable.

"I remember you, I remember you!"

This is her first story, the first story to show off proudly and everyone, and it is also the ability for her and her family to swear that they are definitely not liars and can really support themselves.

The magic pen in her hand also melted, and bits and pieces of black characters flew around her.

Some of them she still remembered, it was her description of the characters in the text, and some of them had forgotten, but they felt very suitable when they wrote it, and they created a person like that.

Reaching out and touching it carefully, I also saw that Leng Suran was getting farther and farther away from her.

"Don't go, I remember you."

"I really remember."

"I know you remember, but I'm sorry, the time I can spend with you is over, and you have to take care of yourself in the future." A gentle voice sounded in the darkness, and An Xia could be heard calling Leng Suran's name.

Tears rolled across his face, and no matter how much he cried, there was no reply.

Fell asleep and woke up again.

Blinding sunlight shone in through the window, and in front of her was an open white document with a new text written on it that she was about to start.

When I opened my QQ, the editor and the author's friends were there, and that dream was like a ridiculous journey.

It's just that.

She retired the QQ she was using, and logged in to QQ called Mo Xiaozao, and there were several more friends on it, and there were also some introductions that she was not familiar with.

Suddenly, I looked through the stories I wrote at that time, and I couldn't find any of the stories written with this name.

I tried to read all of my friends list once, and finally stopped at An Xia and Leng Suran, and created a chat group.

Bai Luohuan, Qi, Bai Xiao, all the people she could find were put in it, typing and deleting, and continuing to type, more than a dozen times in a row, before she said that sentence Is it you.

"I miss you."

There are only three words, which are the words spoken by Leng Suran.

My heart trembled, I covered my lips and cried silently, obviously I have been so far away from the past, but I will still be emotionally affected by this story of my own.

And she knew that no matter who they were or where they came from, she wouldn't ask.

Her roommate, who was outside the room, also heard her crying and rushed into her room with her own coffee, "It's not that you write a good story, why are you crying?" ”

"Little cabbage, I suddenly, I really want to write an essay for the first time I wrote."

She sat on the bed, wearing a white nightdress, and said this with red eyes.

The little face in the sun, with a red complexion, is as delicate and cute as the porcelain doll she has always liked, so that the roommate doesn't know what to reply.

On the contrary, Leng Suran in the mobile phone replied to her, "There is no need to write us again, we have already deduced that story for you." ”

It's just a pity that the final ending is not what she wants.

A lot of things in the middle were also messed up because of the lack of her build.

Leng Suran's words continued to appear on the screen, one message after another, covering her screen, all of which were about her.

She looked at it like this, and then at her roommate, "Little cabbage, what do you say, what is the world we wrote about for the first time?" ”

"It's incomplete, I don't remember what I wrote first, but I vaguely remember that I started and didn't finish it."

Little Cabbage sat beside her, looked at the words on her phone, and glanced at her sideways.

He pressed her shoulder, and her eyes flashed with emotions she didn't know, and no matter what she did, he looked directly at her eyebrows.

The smooth skin lit up under the action of the little cabbage, and instantly won the laughter of the little cabbage.

Before the tears on his face dried, he was grabbed by the little cabbage, "You are an author who is not long-hearted, you remember even them, why don't you remember me?" ”

"Don't remember you?"

"You're so stupid that you don't know how amazing you are, and all of us you created are really, really, part of this world."

Little Cabbage's hand pinched her wrist, and she never thought that her roommate, who had lived with her for half a month, was the guy who was making her own life.

snatched her mobile phone and saw the lively news on it.

Closed the message page, opened the search page, and added your own name.

Just kidding, the person who created herself didn't know herself, she didn't know her story, and that was something she wouldn't accept.

Mo Xiaozao watched the little cabbage move like this, not knowing which story he would see.

I never thought about whether she was also a character in the hands of others.