"Strange? I probably think that the next days will be very lonely, do you want to regret it? ”

Analyzing the crux of the problem in an instant, Xia Junhao immediately asked Xinyue Saki for advice.

"As long as it is a decision made by my dear, I will support it no matter what, and they should be happy to know the news."

Knowing that Xia Junhao needs comfort now, Xinyue Saki clearly stated her position, and then analyzed the feelings of most readers after Xia Junhao repented as a reader.

"Forget it.,Now that you've decided to stop writing.,Suddenly regretting something will be laughed at.,It's not bad to take advantage of this time to imagine the future.,Saki-chan wants to do something in the future?"

The topic went around in a circle, and Xia Junhao talked about the future with Xinyue Saki again.

"In addition to continuing to write, I also want to start an animation company."

For Saki Xinyue, the dream of becoming a writer has come true, after all, this is a profession with no threshold but difficult to get started, as long as you can have a well-known work and then don't die, you don't have to worry about the problem of low level of food and clothing.

"Animation company? Is it because of me? ”

Hearing the unexpected answer, Xia Junhao took his eyes back from the window, he had predicted the future development trend of the novel to Xinyue Saki.

Although light novels and Shuangwen stand at the bottom of the chain of contempt in the neon literary world, it is an indisputable fact that they can make money, and the power of capital will definitely intervene in it.

If Xia Junhao can still stay in this era, he is confident that his works will become a member of manga and animation, but unfortunately he can't, he knows better than most people the reality of people walking tea and cooling.

There are still too few works, and there is no depth, even if there is a morning drama adaptation of Shuangwen supported here, at most two years, the name of Otaki Xia Jun will completely disappear from the public eye, then, "Guitar Soul", a love letter to Saki Xinyue, will probably disappear in the sea of books.

"Well, I just recently discovered that building a world of words is far less fun than making it move, and besides, I'd like to see Guitar Soul animate..."

Simple analysis of Saki Shinzuki will also, just relying on the writer to go to the black, the chance of wanting "Guitar Soul" to become an animation is too small, because the standard for capital forces to invest in a work is not to see whether it is infused with the author's 'love', but to see the benefits.

The pen and depth of the essay, "Guitar Soul" is one or two steps higher than the cool text written by Xia Junhao, but unfortunately, there are not so many adults with money in their pockets to sell it, and compared with the cool text, its word count is pitiful.

In the final analysis, Xia Junhao's ability to stir up trouble in the neon literary world does not rely on his own ability, but just launched Shuangwen at the right time and place.

Compared to izakaya and red light districts, cheap cool texts full of substitution can be read for a long time, and the satisfaction can last for a long time, and there is no need to worry about going home too late to listen to your wife's chatter.

"Then,I'm looking forward to Saki-chan's animation.,The theme song uses Sister Kana's "First Love..."

Rubbing Xinyuesaki's hair, Xia Junhao didn't forget to recommend one of his favorite tunes to her.

“... Is it all this time? It's time to wash up, dear, you should rest early, there is no reason to stay up late today~"

Complaining to each other on a moonlit night, this is a very romantic thing, however, if you talk too much in your heart, you will be sleepy, not to mention that Xin Yue Saki has always attached importance to Xia Junhao's physical problems, and generally reminds Xia Junhao to fall asleep as soon as possible at about 22 o'clock in the evening, and 11:30 must go to bed is the bottom line, and now it is just 21:30, counting the washing time, it is exactly 22 o'clock to sleep.

"I'm a little sleepy indeed, I'll go to bed early today."

Nodding to indicate that he knew, Xia Junhao went directly to the bathroom.

The bathroom is quite spacious, and under Xia Junhao's intention to avoid it, the biggest progress between the two is just that Xinyue Saki helps Xia Junhao rub his back in the bathroom, and there is no further development for the time being.

"Honey, are you still waiting for the moon?"

By the time Saki Kokoki came out of the bathroom, the hour hand had already jumped to 22:20.

"I haven't said goodnight to Saki-chan yet." "Hi hi, good night, dear."

After hearing such love words more than a hundred times, Xinyue Saki still kissed Xia Junhao very happily.

"Good night."

Xia Junhao, who was kissed, walked to his room with satisfaction.

"I didn't wait for the moon in the end..."

Slowly doing the final preparations, the moon never came out, Xia Junhao was no longer attached to the moon, and forced himself to sleep after sighing softly.

Sunday, February 15 at 4 a.m.

"Woo~~~~~!"

The hoarse and complaining crying kept circulating, Xia Junhao's fun was still so bad, and this time he used the voice of the famous female ghost Yejiazi for the alarm.

Xia Junhao, who was lying on the bed, did not die in front of the computer for a few hours like last time, and no one cared, and the overly terrifying voice quickly woke him up.

"The moon is out..."

At the most tired moment of the day, Xia Junhao rubbed his eyes for a while to dispel the sleepiness, and was immediately attracted by the moon outside the window, in order to make himself see more clearly, he directly opened the window.

In modern times, Xia Junhao often saw Doucheng at 4 o'clock in the morning, at that time he had no feelings, playing games until 4 o'clock in the morning really has nothing to sigh about, if you have to say something, that is, sudden death is not far away.

Now, I don't feel anything, the moon in the early morning is not better than the moon at night, because of the fog, I feel a little ethereal when I look at it, like a mirage full of illusory feeling.

"Shhh Do you still want to blow it at this time? ”

I don't know if he was complaining about the gods or complaining about the cold wind outside the window, Xia Junhao carefully closed the window, raised the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees by the way, and then put on his coat and took out a pen and paper.

Leaving 87 years, this is an established fact, Xia Junhao has long been mentally prepared, as he expected, the gods gave him time to say goodbye leniently, and the time of departure was 7:7:7 this morning.

'To Saki-chan's one...'

After writing this line, Xia Junhao suddenly realized that he was not writing an essay, so he did not hesitate to crumple the paper and throw it away.

'Saki-chan, when you read this...'

rewrote it in a different way, Xia Junhao still felt dissatisfied, and the content that he had conceived countless times since yesterday was also thrown into the trash.