Ma Ping suddenly alienated Wen Jun, and this alienation surprised herself. The reason for this is her acquaintance with Chang Ye half a year ago.

Ma Ping works as a doctor in the outpatient department of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and most of them are literati. Before this, she knew Chang Ye's name, Chang Ye was a writer, writing novels and TV series. Chang Ye is a celebrity in this city, and anyone who has a little relationship with literature and art knows Chang Ye's name. Because Ma Ping works in the outpatient department of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, Chang Ye's name naturally sounds more than others.

At that time, the TV station was broadcasting a 20-episode TV series, and the screenwriter was Chang Ye. As soon as the doctors and nurses in the outpatient department got to work, they talked about the TV series and Changye. Talking and talking, Chang Ye became cordial in Ma Ping's heart. Because she also likes the TV series written by Chang Ye, before this, she had read a lot of novels written by Chang Ye, in her impression, Chang Ye is a very careful person, and the emotions of men and women described are also so touching.

Chang Ye doesn't often come to work in the office, he is a writer, and his job is to write at home. Chang Ye only came to the office for a meeting once in a while, or something else, so he came in a hurry, and then left. Chang Ye never seemed to be in the outpatient department, as if Chang Ye had never been sick.

That day, she heard from her colleagues that Chang Ye was coming, so she held a meeting in the conference room on the second floor, and many people who had never seen Chang Ye went upstairs to see Chang Ye, and their outpatient department was on the first floor. She didn't go, not because she didn't want to see Chang Ye, but because she felt that it was a little bad to look at people like that, and she looked at them like something through the crack in the door. In fact, she really wanted to see Chang Ye, she couldn't imagine what a person who could write a love story would look like.

Until noon, the meeting ended, Chang Ye walked down from the upstairs, and she met Chang Ye through the window under the guidance of people. Chang Ye looks like he is in his forties, his face is very white, and he doesn't wear glasses like ordinary literati. But in Ma Ping's eyes, Chang Ye is the most writer-like person. If you just know Chang Ye like this, it won't happen in the future. One day, Chang Ye suddenly came to the outpatient department, and the other two doctors went to get labor insurance, only she sat alone behind the table, and he had no choice but to come to her, for some reason, she was a little nervous, looking at him with her eyes open.

He sat there, looked at her very seriously, and then said in a soft voice: My name is Chang Ye, I am from the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, I will prescribe some medicine.

In order to convince her, she had to dig out her work card in her pocket. That's when she spoke: I know, you're a writer.

Chang Ye smiled, shyly. Chang Ye talked about her condition, she asked about the situation again, and prescribed several medicines to Chang Ye, Chang Ye took the medicine, said thank you and left.

After Chang Ye left, she sat there for a long time, and she suddenly remembered that there was a medicine that was prescribed wrong, and it should be another medicine that was more suitable for Chang Ye's disease. If it were someone else, Ma Ping would not be worried or anxious, anyway, the wrong medicine would not kill people, it would not work, just prescribe it next time. And for Chang Ye, she became worried. She thinks that Chang Ye's work is very important, and if he can't be cured for a while, it will delay his writing, and in her heart, writing is a very important and sacred thing. So, she hurriedly went to the upstairs office to find Chang Ye's phone number, so she got through the phone, and after a long time, Chang Ye answered the phone, she told the situation on the phone, hoping that Chang Ye could come and she would change the medicine. Chang Ye said: Forget it, it's not a serious illness, maybe it will get better in a few days if you don't take medicine.

The more Chang Ye said this, the more she felt sorry for Chang Ye. When she returned to the outpatient department, she just couldn't forget it, and she was always thinking about the medicine in her heart. Finally, she couldn't help but go upstairs again and found the address of Chang Ye's house, which was not the dormitory of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, which she was familiar with. At noon, she took the flavor medicine to Chang Ye's home, Chang Ye was surprised to see her, she explained her intention, and when she took out the flavor medicine, Chang Ye was even more surprised. The next thing was great enthusiasm, and she took out the fruit for her to eat, but she didn't eat it, but just looked at Chang Ye's room. This is a two-bedroom house, one is residential, the other is Changye's study, the door of the study is open, and an open computer is placed on the desk. She knew that Chang Ye was working, so she got up and said goodbye.

Chang Ye kept sending her downstairs and wanted to drive her back to the agency, but he didn't send her after Ma Ping's repeated insistence. But he kept saying, "Thank you so much, Dr. Ma."

He called her Dr. Ma and made her feel a little surprised, they had not met before, how could he know her name, she pondered this question all the way, and it was not until she returned to the outpatient department that she suddenly understood that her name was written on the prescription prescribed by Chang Ye. It seems that he is really a caring person, and she was moved for several days for him to remember his name.

At noon not long after, Chang Ye suddenly called her, saying that he was going to invite her to dinner at noon because of the last time. Before she could excuse herself, he said on the phone: Doctor Ma, don't excuse yourself, I'll pick you up in twenty minutes, and you can wait for me across the road.

In these twenty minutes, Ma Ping's mind was in a mess, she never dreamed that Chang Ye would invite her to dinner, and she didn't know what to say in the face of such a famous writer. She was standing across the road, and before she could think clearly, Chang Ye drove the car and stopped in front of her. She got in the car until she got out of the car and walked into a restaurant, her mind still confused.

She couldn't remember what she ate at that meal, and she couldn't remember what she said. I only remember that Chang Ye couldn't stop saying words of thanks, and kept letting her eat this and that. It wasn't until Chang Ye drove her back to the door of the agency that she came to her senses and said: Thank you for inviting me.

Chang Ye smiled and said: It's me who thanks you.

Next, she's excited. A few days later, she had a whim, she should invite Chang Ye back, the courtesy is still exchanged, people invited you, how can it be interesting. Once the idea was born, it was irrepressible. She secretly ran out and called Chang Ye from the public phone, and said the meaning incoherently.

Chang Ye said with a smile on the phone: You invite me? How can this be done, or you come to my house, let's cook together.

What she said Chang Ye just didn't agree to let her have a treat, there was no way, she had to compromise and go to his house to cook. It was the second time she walked through his door, and when she arrived, he had everything ready.

At that meal, the two of them had a very pleasant meal, Chang Ye couldn't stop praising her cooking skills, and said that he hadn't eaten such a sumptuous dish for a long time. It was only then that she knew that Chang Ye's wife had been studying and working abroad for several years, and there was no sign of coming back until now. Usually, Changye either eats instant noodles or quick-frozen dumplings. She said a lot about the importance of nutrition from the doctor's point of view, and he agreed, but still concluded: It's not that there is no time, and a person is too lazy to do it.

When she heard this, her heart sank for a moment, and she said to her, "Otherwise, I'll help you cook at noon."

He was stunned for a moment when he heard her words, but immediately welcomed her and said many words of thanks. When she said this, she was surprised. Usually, she doesn't go home at noon, first, her home is far away from the organ, and second, the organ has a canteen, and she only needs to pay one yuan for each meal, and the rest of the organ gives subsidies. Wen Jun also ate in the canteen.

The next day, she went as promised, from the agency to Changye's house without changing cars, four or five stops by car, ten minutes to arrive, very convenient. When she arrived, he had everything ready, cooked happily, and ate happily. After eating, the two sat down to chat, and gradually, she felt that Chang Ye was no different from ordinary people, and what she said was what ordinary people said. All of a sudden, she felt much closer to Chang Ye. She found a lot of books written by Chang Ye in his bookcase, and when he saw her paying attention in front of the bookcase, he opened the bookcase and took out two books at random and said: If you want to read it, I will give it to you. This is the first time she has two books by a single author. In the past, when she was in college, she was also a lover of literature, and participated in the activities of the university's literature club for two years, and also wrote some assignments, but unfortunately none of them were published. At that time, she liked to read novels and transfer her youthful fantasies to novels. Soon after graduation, she fell in love and got married, and gradually she had no time to read novels, and it was Chang Ye who once again rejuvenated her enthusiasm for reading. At that time, she spent her spare time reading Chang Ye's novels. Wen Jun asked her strangely: Who wrote this book that made you so interested.

She said that it was written by a writer from their Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and also introduced some information about Changye. Wen Jun didn't take it to heart, he casually flipped through it and put it down.

Since then, she has appeared at Chang Ye's house on time at noon every day, and at the beginning, Chang Ye prepared the dishes every time. Later, in order to let Chang Ye create with peace of mind, she bought vegetables and brought them when she came.

As time passed, the two gradually developed a lot of understanding, and this understanding took a step further, and feelings were born. When Ma Ping had a relationship with Chang Ye, she didn't think about the consequences, but she couldn't control herself. She was like a free fall, falling towards the land of Changye. Later, she felt that she couldn't extricate herself from this feeling, and she had fallen deeply in love with the writer Chang Ye. If when I first approached Changye, it was worship and curiosity, but now it has become a complete love. This is a woman's love for a man, an affair of a married woman, Ma Ping, like all women who have extramarital affairs, is facing painful torment, contradictions, and confusion.