Su Xiao insisted on helping Xia Zhi clean up the broken table before leaving.

"Go to bed early, don't be too late, and drink coffee desperately at work tomorrow." He told her to go out like an old mother.

However, after taking a bath, there is no sleepiness on the summer solstice. She turned on the computer again, opened a blank word document, and was stunned when she played the song.

She wanted to write something, but the impact of the past few days made her mood a little unable to find a gap.

Liang Lu's infatuation was in vain, Xiao Yiqing's suffering for love, Cheng You's unkindness, Yuan Jiayi's ten-year dream finally came to naught, Pan Rui's nostalgia for the past and avoidance of reality, and Su Xiao's pessimism and despair about her feelings all made her re-examine her outlook on love and marriage.

She stared her fingers on the keyboard, silently adjusting her train of thought, and then the phone screen lit up. She received a WeChat message.

She held her phone in the palm of her hand, it was past twelve o'clock, who sent her a message so late.

[Chen Dajiao, have you slept? Xia Zhi's last message with Han Junxi was still in November, and he didn't look for her, and of course she wouldn't contact him.

She looked at it twice more before replying: [There is something to say. 】

After a while, a link popped up on the dialog box, titled "Traces of the Sword and the Sword", and the small print below was the introduction.

Did he really post it online? She clicked on it and browsed it briefly, the popularity is not very high, but the number of views is okay, and there are many comments from readers. She gave him a thumbs up.

Han Junxi: [That's it? Chen Dajiao, why don't you say "come on". 】

Summer solstice: [Come on.] 】

Han Junxi: [Forget it...... You better stop talking. 】

Xia didn't reply to him. But she returned to the station, got off the APP, registered an account, and put his books on the shelf.

After the operation, I looked at WeChat and found that he still sent one more sentence: [Your attitude makes me feel humble. We're not that stiff, are we? 】

How so? To the person who loves him and doesn't love him, he will be somewhat apologetic, Xia Zhi just doesn't want to be over-interpreted by him in an unconscious moment.

She replied, "You've thought too much. It's late and goes to bed early. 】

Han Junxi: [I want to sleep, but I'm sick and can't sleep. 】

Summer Solstice: [What's wrong?] 】

Han Junxi: [Cold, both noses are plugged, lie on the left side and plug the left, lie on the right side and plug the right, lie flat and plug both sides. 】

Xia Zhi smiled and breathed a sigh of relief: [You deserve it. 】

Han Junxi: [Why do I deserve it? 】

Summer solstice: [Do bad things on weekdays and dig people's privacy.] 】

Han Junxi: [How can it be called digging people's privacy? That's my job, I have a work ethic. It's been a long time since I've spoken to you, and I finally said a sentence, and I stepped on your tail and was scolded by you. 】

Xia Zhi: [I don't agree with you in my life, you have nothing to do with me. 】

Han Junxi: [I didn't dare to mess with you, I was sick and wanted to ask for comfort, but I was blind, it turns out that you are such a conscienceless person. 】

Xia Zhi: [It would be good to recognize my bad nature as soon as possible.] Good night. 】

She put her phone on the desk in turn, no longer caring whether he was still babbling or not, but the interrupted train of thought suddenly came through, and she typed four words on the first line of the document: Xiaofei e-book

[Not Married and Not Guilty]

The second line is an uncertain sentence: [Probably long. 】

Who knows, she has never had the patience to write a long story, the longest one, only wrote 100,000 words and never wrote any further.

However, at this moment, her thoughts are surging, about the people around her, about her persistence in love, and a bland story connects her pursuit of hope.

It's going to be a boiled water-like story. No twists, no blood, no earth-shattering, not even necessarily moving. People will grow up in love, being loved and not loving, there may be no readers, and there may be people who find empathy in it, after all, that's how everyone comes to be.

I don't care if anyone reads it, she needs a story like that. It's like a love letter she wrote to herself.

Her fingertips raced on the keyboard, and the points of light in her mind came to life, leaping onto the screen and turning into aura-filled characters. She has no distractions, and the deeper the night, the quieter her heart becomes.

She typed until two o'clock before she saved the document and closed the computer.

She smiled to herself and climbed into bed.

She doesn't necessarily have a lot of energy and time to write, the work of compiling books looks easy, but in fact it is very brain-consuming, and sometimes she has to read a lot of materials when she encounters unfamiliar topics, and she has become half an expert after compiling a book. She often felt congested in her brain as a result.

This is also why in the past few years, she has been able to do the writing work she likes again, but she has written fewer and fewer articles, not because she feels nothing, but because she has no strength.

But it's written. She set herself a loose writing plan, one hour a day, and write as much as she wants. But she had to put pen to paper, she didn't want to extinguish the little fire in her heart again.

Xia Zhi generally doesn't make promises and set goals for herself, because she is a person who does what she says, breaking her promises or giving up her goals will make her give up on herself for a long time, this time, she is really determined to do it.

In the following month, she did. Every day, from hundreds of words to thousands of words, she writes little by little. At the end of January, she stopped to go back and revise the manuscript once, and the finished manuscript was nearly 70,000 words.

Not much, but she's content. Writing is only truly enjoyable when it is not a burden.

She posted the first two chapters on her blog, and received a message in less than an hour, but it was from Su Xiao: [You actually updated your blog? 】

She replied to him on WeChat: [It's strange for me to update my blog? 】

Su Xiao: [Your last blog post was updated two years ago. 】

Two years ago...... They were in the process of losing contact. She replied: [Then how did you find out that I updated?] And so fast. 】

Su Xiao: [Pay special attention to find out.] 】

Summer Solstice: [Don't pay attention.] Wrote a piece of. I blushed when I looked at it myself. 】

Su Xiao: [I've finished reading it.] Keep posting. 】

Xia Zhi: [If you want to see me, I won't send it.] 】

Su Xiao: [Did you write about me? 】

Even though she knew he couldn't see it, her face was still hot, and it felt really bad to be caught in this kind of exam.

He immediately sent another message: [It's okay, you can write it. And no one knew it was me. I'm glad you can keep writing. You really write well. 】

She was both comforted and embarrassed: "Don't put a high hat on me. I'll float. 】

Su Xiao: [Summer Solstice, I will send you back what you said to me, you never knew how good you were. I read it for a day if you write it, and I read it all the time if you keep writing. 】

She pressed her phone to her chest and fell onto the bed, laughing silly.