The fight has officially come to an end, and it is not surprising at all, life has returned to the days when Song Jiguang was everywhere.

Lu Buli's friend recently read Lu Buli's manuscript and thought it was great, and recommended her to write some online articles to try, and she agreed without thinking about it.

So, after a day of trial drafts and a day of review, Lu Buli signed the first contract of his own in his life, and when the three big words "Lu Buli" were written on this renewal contract, Lu Buli suddenly felt that his life was bright.

There is no reason, Lu Buli always feels that she must be a very rich person in the future, even if she is not good or even if she is not beautiful, but this idea has never gone down from her heart.

Lu Buli said: Because we haven't grown up yet, we must have the right to dream, because the people who can achieve their dreams must be people who stick to their dreams, people who can become miracles, and people who believe in miracles.

Lu Buli signed the manuscript, the first thing was to tell his parents happily, and the second thing was to pick up his mobile phone and tell Song Jiguang the ins and outs.

Unexpectedly, she didn't hear his encouragement or praise. Instead, when he told Ning Wang, Ning Wu said a word of cheering and a few words of encouragement.

After that, Lu Buli began a vigorous code word time.

Continuing to write, at the bottom of the online literature world, Lu Buli only has a salary of seven yuan for 1,000 words, and he has to write 6,000 words a day to be considered completed, and these 6,000 words are enough to kill Lu Buli.

This day was the third day that Lu Buli had not run, and Song Jiguang finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Lu Buli, go downstairs, run."

Lu Buli held the mobile phone in one hand and the other hand on the keyboard, and the words on the keyboard were fast, and even the mouth was vague: "What are you running, my aunt and grandmother are busy, don't make trouble, little kid." ”

After hanging up the phone, Song Jiguang stood alone downstairs at her house and frowned.

It seems that at an age when you can't make money, earning money is a very great thing, which can make a person forget his original intention and forget his attachment.

He remembered the twenty-five-year-old Lu Buli, she said: "Actually, until the end, I don't know that the things I love the most can be the best, and I can work hard to have strength and direction, if I don't stand in my own field, draw strength from the belief of my dreams, just a few yuan, I will soon be defeated by reality, but I have to say that all the roads that have been traveled are meaningful." ”

Song Jiguang was silent, he didn't plan to say anything in the end, but waited for reality to defeat her, because he knew that she needed protection and comfort, not to break her wings or stop growing.

So, on the fourth day, Lu Buli ran down by himself.

Just when Song Jiguang thought that the sun was coming out in the west, she spoke: "I can't write, I can't write, six thousand words, is this a text or a life!" After saying that, the whole person embraced the fresh air as if he was happy.

Lu Buli is troubled, growing up in someone else's framework, taking care of all the rules and regulations, the feeling is really suffocating, this feeling is really not free to the extreme, which makes it difficult for her to accept.

After this day, Lu Buli stopped writing for three days, and was successfully dismissed on the fourth day, and was greeted with a scolding.

With a meager salary of more than 200 yuan, she went to ask her parents to squander a barbecue, and then sat in the night with deep emotion and pondered.

She wasn't the right fit for the job, and she believed she deserved better.

Because of staying up late that night, Lu Buli almost fell asleep, which caused Song Jiguang to sleep early.

Song Jiguang dreamed, dreamed of twenty-five-year-old Lu Buli, who stood beside the park bench and looked at him gently as always.

Suddenly, the scene changed to her wearing a wedding dress and watching him come over, but the next second he answered a phone call and went back to the hospital to rescue the patient and threw her at the wedding scene.

Then she knelt in front of his mother, and begged his mother over and over again not to drive her away, and his mother threw her out of the door in a drag and said, saying that she was a hen that could not lay eggs, and she knelt outside for a day and a night, screaming so loudly that her lungs were rupped, and her only child was lost.

Another change, the moment the car was out of control, she jumped up and pounced on him in the passenger cab, he heard the sound of broken glass inserting into her back, the car flipped over, the steering wheel hit her head fiercely and produced a huge roar, countless blood dripped from every part of her body and fell on him, her strength to hug him fiercely gradually disappeared, at that moment, she was dying, she said: "Song Jiguang, I don't regret loving you, you are the last aurora in my life." ”

That sentence echoed in Song Jiguang's dream, and it kept echoing, and finally, it surged into a sentence that reverberated thousands of times, "Lu is not separated!" ”

He woke up, looked at the empty room, and burst into tears.

He watched her die in front of him, he felt her strength disappear little by little, he heard her breathing weaken little by little, but he couldn't do anything about it all his life.

If he hadn't been holding the steering wheel at that time, then he would have had a chance to protect her, the woman he hadn't had time to protect again and again.

But there was no if, and she just left, disappearing forever with satisfaction and regret.

No, not forever, she's still there.

When Song Jiguang realized this problem, he suddenly relaxed, from gasping to laughing involuntarily, to laughing out loud.

Thank goodness to anyone, she's still there.