Ω (additional 2)

It's another hot summer.

The air conditioner in the room is turned on very loudly.

But I'm still sweating.

Penetrated the black suit and moistened the red bow tie.

What can I do when I go on stage in a while?

No, it's hard to cope right now.

I just wanted to reach out and wipe the beads of sweat from my forehead.

I just felt a chill.

Rise.

It's a white towel.

Right now it's lying across my forehead.

Covered my eyes.

Absorbed the heat from all over my body.

I closed my eyes.

Some.

Open it again.

When I saw her, dressed in white, she was like a pure angel descending to the earth, and under the light of thousands of rays, I could vaguely see her wings dancing behind her.

She is my favorite girl, my bride.

Fan Jiaxin.

[Look, who's coming?] Jia Xin handed over a few red envelopes to the bridesmaid Zhai Jing on the side, and then pulled me forward with her.

[Yo, isn't this the famous unsalable book writer Xu Hao, it's a long way to go, come on, come on, take a photo with my brother, and sign it again hahahaha.] Losing him has become a daily routine for our brothers, and if we don't come one day, we always feel like something is missing.

[Excessively, my books used to sell poorly, but this one won't.] Xu Hao smiled and handed over a big red envelope, followed by a slightly thin book.

I took it with both hands.

Although the book is thin, the cover is novel.

In the background, there are endless flowers, blue sky, white clouds floating like cotton candy, and boys and girls holding hands and walking towards the other end of the book, as if they will jump out of the paper and come to us at any moment.

My eyes were moist, but I still managed to squeeze out a smile.

Tears swirled in my eyes.

Keep spinning.

Keep spinning.

Finally slid off his face.

But the tears soon left my face.

Dropped, Jia Xin stretched out the back of her hand.

I turned to look at her.

Her eyes were red.

She picked the book from my hand.

Holding a book, laughing all the time, laughing all the time, laughing all the time.

[Thank you.] I said to Xu Hao.

[No, it's me who thank you for allowing me to meet this story.] Xu Hao took out a ballpoint pen from his pocket and put his name on the title page of the book.

The handwriting is still so childish, but so innocent.

It's like when we first met.

Wait a minute, I'll be reading a monologue on the red carpet of our wedding, and at the end of the monologue, I'll ignite all my little universe, and with the loudest and loudest voice at the end of this life, I'll shout out that sentence to my bride, that crucial word, that sentence that I use to confess to her, and it's also the title of the book in my hand, would you like to shout it out with me?

Good.

Three.

Two.

One.

Fan Jiaxin.

I want to be with you!

[Ahh

The wedding officially begins.

Special Chapter (Easter Egg) 1

One day in 2015.

Suzhou.

A small room on the third floor of the West Ring Road.

The girl clenched the red tourmaline in her hand.

She was silently thinking something in her mind.

Then he turned over and got into bed.

Close your eyes.

It's been a long, long time.

She opened her eyes again.

The ruddy eyes seemed as if they had just experienced a catastrophe of the century.

She kept reminiscing.

Peel back the cocoon from the deepest part of your memory.

She vaguely recalled the picture in her dream.

The self in the dream, in a room full of clothes, holding a pen in his hand, I don't know what to fill in.

But I always feel that there is a pair of eyes behind me, watching me.

I want to go back.

But there is no way to control the body.

She just wrote, wrote, wrote.

The gaze behind is always the same.

Suddenly there were ripples in her heart.

I wanted to turn around, walk up to the man, say a few words to him, and see what he looked like.

She continued to write, write, write.

She could feel a white light rising from behind her.

She picked up the filled paper and handed it to the short-haired eldest sister in front of her.

Then, just turned around, only to see a dark shadow.

I woke up from a dream.

She gasped.

I couldn't recall what that person looked like.

But she remembers the patterns on the clothes there, with Doraemon, with SpongeBob SquarePants, with Hellokitty, with mice like Pharaohs, all so cute.

Well, it must be him.

As long as you find that storefront, you can find him.

In this way, you can finally hand over the tourmaline with confidence.

But that mustache, always felt like where I had seen it.

The mystery girl is returning--------

Special Chapter (Easter Egg) 2

A corner of the Internet café.

Drink bottles all over the floor, cigarette ash.

Cheers, shouts, screams, endlessly.

But he was always sitting in front of the computer typing.

He gently pushed his black-rimmed glasses upward.

Yawned.

Keep typing.

997.

998.

999.

1000.

It's finally done.

1000th resume.

He believes that he has won this job.