Ye Qingqing was woken up by a headache.

It was as if something was hitting her head, she held her head in both hands, gritted her teeth against the bursts of sharp pain, and her eyes continued to faint and black with each sharp pain.

I don't know how long it took, but when she wanted to call herself 120, the headache suddenly dissipated like a tide.

This was followed by a burst of fast-paced alarm bells.

She sat there in a daze, looking at the manuscript in front of her and the ginkgo biloba leaves on the side of the manuscript, and her mind was in chaos.

I sat and slept all night......

Wait, is it just one night?

She felt that she had a terrible dream, and after a long time in the dream, so many things had happened, so full that she still had a feeling of unreality, and when she turned her head to look around, she always felt that her body could not keep up with her consciousness, and she was clumsy like a puppet.

She looked down at the manuscript that had served as her pillow for the night.

It was a thick stack, full of water stains, which soaked the fountain pen and made a patch.

"Ahh......h

She didn't know what to do, her mind was so chaotic that she didn't even have time to pay attention to the alarm clock that vibrated the table next to the manuscript, and she felt that she had forgotten something, something very important and should be done immediately.

That thing was in a dream, and that dream still made her heart ache for a while, even if it was fake, it was a memory, and she didn't want to give up.

But she sat there for half an hour, and after thinking about the aftermath of the headache for a long time, she still couldn't remember anything.

She forgot.

She actually forgot.

How could she forget!

Ye Qingqing's inner confusion and anxiety were replaced by panic, which tightened her heart and made her breathless. She was so anxious that she didn't dare to move, lest she would not be able to remember what had happened in her dreams as soon as something else took over her mind.

…… Even if that dream was like many people's other dreams, the moment he woke up, he was completely swallowed by the Black Sweet Country.

She let out a low moan, clutched her head again, and struggled in vain.

But the passage of time is unforgiving.

After the alarm rang for the Nth time, the next ringing was the ringtone of the incoming call.

Her editorial director, Wei Jian's phone.

Ye Qingqing stared at the phone call that was destined to completely interrupt her train of thought with some hatred, but in the end, she still succumbed to reality, let out a long sigh, patted her face, and picked up the phone.

"Hey...... Mr. Wei. ”

"Xiao Ye, why haven't you come yet?" Wei Jian lowered his voice, "Overslept?" Mr. Wu shouted that the meeting was open! ”

"Oh, I ......" Ye Qingqing had many reasons in his mind, but looking at the manuscript under his hand, he still said a little angrily, "I want to send "Twilight" back to Old Man Fang." ”

"You're going to go by yourself?" Wei Jian asked, "You can't do this reason, Mr. Wu must ask you why you don't express it, and the company doesn't care about the courier fee!" ”

"I just want to give it myself...... Didn't Old Man Fang also send the manuscript over by himself? ”

"Hey, then I don't care, you can tell Mr. Wu yourself when the time comes...... If you go to the hospital or something, I'll say I know in advance, your errand trip is pointless, how can I cover for you? ”

"Thank you, Mr. Wei," Ye Qingqing also knew that Wei Jian was not easy to do in the middle, and said sincerely, "I'll explain to Mr. Wu when I come back." ”

"Hey......" Wei Jian wanted to say something, but it was obvious that the meeting was imminent, so she could only hang up the phone.

Ye Qingqing sighed and wiped the water stains on the manuscript, the water stains were already deeply soaked, and she turned back page by page, until the second half of the book was completed, and the original cleanliness was maintained.

She spread out the wet part and blew it on a hair dryer, and looked at the second half of the book again.

She had read this book many times, but when she read it at this time, she felt a sense of horror.

Yu Qian, Lin Yinyin, Xue Chaocheng, Captain You......

This individual character is already alive in the book, but when I look at it at this time, I always feel that there are blurred faces that can emerge.

She frowned tightly, and saw the last page word by word, seeing Yu Qian's pain, Lin Yinyin's sadness, and the chaos and sparkling waves of Twilight Town, until she saw the last line of words:

[If life can be repeated, why bother towards the morning and twilight. It's a pity that the begonia flowers are blooming, and the Si people are no more. No morning, no twilight.

It's just a long way to go. 】

"Let's go, it's far, it's ......"

Ye Qingqing chewed these words and had a headache again.