August is coming to an end, but the midsummer heat continues.

The climate in S City is malevolent, with winters being bone-chilling and summers being breathlessly hot.

Of course, for Brother Jue, who stays in an air-conditioned room for a long time and hardly goes out, these things don't seem to have anything to do with him......

Recently, in addition to being busy in the game, Feng Bujue has gradually become more and more in life. After all, there are more uninvited "roommates" in the family, and many living habits are naturally going to change.

In addition, the creation of his novel "Nightmare Endings" has also entered the final stage. As a person with an almost pathological paranoia about his work...... Every time Jue Ge finishes a long work, he will fall into an extremely slow and tangled state of creation; Chapters that used to be written in an hour have reached this stage...... Maybe I'll have to write it for a day.

Every now and then, he is reminded of Chuck's (the original prophet in "The Evil Force" who chronicles the experiences of the two protagonists as a novelist) at the end of SPN's fifth season - the ending, which is the hardest. As long as there is a keyboard, even a monkey can type a beginning. But the end ...... Not really. You always want to do everything at the last minute, but you can never please everyone. Fans will be upset and find out what they haven't filled, but now that it's the end, you should be fearless and write what you really want to write.

Feng Bujue thought deeply of this passage, but he ...... The most persistent fan of his work, as picky, mean, and insatiable as *son...... None other than himself.

A creator who is extremely narcissistic and has perfectionist tendencies can easily fall into a state of "self-torture" in an infinite loop. Many times, this kind of person doesn't really care about what others think, and they are often driven crazy by themselves......

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Bang Bang Bang ......

On the morning of September 3, Feng Bujue sat in front of the computer and quickly typed on the keyboard.

His face was calm, and his fingertips flew; Look at the screen and wander the world.

Finally, after hours of concentrating on his work, he breathed a sigh of relief......

"Whew-" Feng unconsciously saved the document, stretched, picked up the cup of coffee that had been cold next to the computer desk, and stood up while drinking.

"Poof...... As soon as he turned around, he squirted the coffee in his mouth back into the cup.

"Hey...... Captain, aren't you disgusting like this? Xiao Ling, who was eating snacks on the sofa, immediately looked at Brother Jue with a look of disgust.

"Well......" Ruoyu on the side said coldly, "At least he didn't spray it directly on the ground or anyone's face." ”

At this time, Feng Bujue looked at it and found that Ruoyu, Xiaoling, Xiaosi, Bao Qing, and An Yueqin were all sitting on the sofa in the living room, talking and laughing at the home theater. It can be inferred from the number of various drinks and melon peel husks placed on the coffee table...... They've been here for at least an hour.

"When did you enter the house?" Brother Jue was shocked, "Why didn't I notice it at all?" ”

"It's the self-transfer of the earth that distracts you." Ruoyu immediately replied with an expressionless face.

I have to say that this groove spits out very horizontally. However, among the "people" present, only she, Brother Jue, and Assas on the side could get the joke of this sentence.

"Hehe......" Feng Bujue was rarely choked, he responded with a smile, and then joined his friends, "I seem to remember...... Today is 'Bad Movie Marathon Day', right? ”

"yes, we've all finished watching one." Xiao sighed back.

"Speaking of which......," Brother Jue continued, "this was originally a gathering event for our brothers, but now the number has increased......

"Huh?" In the next second, Ruoyu cast a sharp gaze.

"I'm here to accompany my boyfriend, can't I?" Xiao Ling grabbed Xiao Si's arm, looked at Brother Jue with dead fish eyes, and said angrily.

"I'm here to urge the draft, do you have any comments?" An Yueqin also replied with a look similar to threat.

Hearing this, Feng Bujue hesitated for two seconds, then looked at Ruoyu, Xiaoling and Miss An respectively, and said three phrases: "Oh, okay, no opinion......"

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In the next few dozen minutes, Feng Bujue seemed a little absent-minded.

It's not that he's unhappy, he just can't help but start thinking about life......

Five months ago, he was living a nocturnal, irregular life. Disordered biological clocks, poor eating habits, inactive bodies, unknown and out-of-treatment "diseases", etc...... Pieced together is a man who is extremely negative in the face of life.

And today, five months later, Feng Bujue lives a healthy and upward life with early bedtime and early wake...... He had an extra cat in his house and a woman he cared about; In both the virtual and real worlds, his social circle has expanded tenfold; Another of his best friends seems to be about to step into the siege of marriage; His understanding of the supernatural world has also made a qualitative leap in both theoretical and practical fields......

When you look back...... Feng didn't realize that he had changed. The gloomy hue of his life seemed to have taken on a few different colors, and he was also submerged and immersed in the hustle and bustle in front of him......

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized that the real world was not so "boring", "boring", "desperate and disgusting". Because the world itself does not have any emotionalistic overtones.

Disgust, or love of life...... It has always been just a subjective choice and experience of human beings. If there is any objective suffering in this world, it is also caused by the influence of people on each other.

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It was nearly dusk, and the crowd had already left.

In the house, only Feng Bujue and Li Ruoyu remained.

At half past six, Brother Jue made three dishes and one soup, and Ruoyu also cleaned up the house.

They sit across from each other at the table and dine in the afterglow of the setting sun.

As usual, both of them talked less during the meal, and just ate silently.

"Well......" Suddenly, Feng Bujue put down the chopsticks in his hand, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said, "I have something I want to ask you." ”

"Say." Ruoyu didn't realize what the other party was going to ask her, so she just answered casually.

"Can you ...... Try to ...... Socialize with me. Feng Bujue asked the other party a question in a difficult tone.

At this moment, the expression on Li Ruoyu's face and the movements on his hands froze at the same time.

Nearly twenty seconds of silence followed.

These twenty seconds feel like a lifetime for Feng Bujue......

Twenty seconds later, she looked up at him, remained calm and cold, and gave a brief answer: "Okay." ”R1152