Everyone, accustomed to the person they like, becomes what they like.

——— inscription

Sunset dusk.

Jiang Ruoxue returned to the dormitory, lay on the bed, and looked at the ceiling in a daze, for a while, the emptiness and loneliness after the busyness were like boundless waves, sweeping in.

She is like a flat boat on the lonely sea, fluttering in the huge waves, delicate and helpless.

Yes, loneliness! In the middle of the sea, she couldn't see any place to land.

At this moment, the rough lines on the ceiling suddenly twisted to form a sharply contoured face.

Ruoxue was in a trance, as if she had seen a shocking scar.

Just as she opened her eyes wide and looked fixedly, the face had disappeared, and it was still the same lifeless and rough lines.

Just then, the phone rang.

Open it and see that it's him!

After a pause, Ruoxue pressed the answer button.

"Hey, what's wrong?" If the snow speaks, the voice is neither sad nor joyful, like the wind blowing through the dead branches and leaves on the roadside.

"I ...... Just asking how are you doing? The male voice came, a little hesitant.

"I'm fine, so be it, I'm tired!" Ruoxue put down her phone and sighed.

A feeling of powerlessness and sadness enveloped my heart. But there is no sadness.

He's her boyfriend, a former boyfriend, to be exact.

A month ago, they were tender and sweet, but now, they are like fellow travelers.

On the day she left, he finally came to see her off, and he said a word that made her speechless to answer.

"You abandoned me for the sake of a fictitious man!"

He was from the Department of Literature, suave and personable, and as soon as she met, she was attracted by his temperament.

Naturally, they fell in love, at least, as she thought at the time, loved him.

One day, he said that he was going to start creating, and the story structure was designed, the characters and plot development were all set completely, and he happily took the first draft of tens of thousands of words and let her see it.

In the end, she was disappointed.

The character of the character and the direction of the plot are all designed, so the protagonist is like a marionette without a soul.

He, or rather, is just a tool of the author, and he is not as good as an ant on the ground when he is left to fiddle with it.

Although the ants are small, they can identify the direction and find the way back.

After four years of studying literature, he is still just a writer, not a writer.

She believes that a writer creates a character, like giving birth to a new life, and the author should not interfere in its life trajectory, the author should just be a spectator, watching it grow, so that it becomes him or her; In this way, they can build their own world.

Only in this way can they have souls.

Life is like this, full of varieties and surprises.

The first time she walked into the schoolyard, she sat in the middle of the class, surrounded by a group of strangers, looking at her like a lamb, that kind of unpredictable ignorance of the future, which made her scared and helpless, and her parents left in her fear.

At this time, the hand that had been warm reached out to her and said to her with a smile: We are classmates!

Her love should also be like this, full of unknowns, but it makes her heart pound.

In the tree-lined path, she was holding a book alone, struggling with how to write tomorrow's paper, when he appeared and told her that there was a barbecue restaurant outside.

He drank too much, and he kissed her, with a strong smell of alcohol, but it still made her intoxicated.

This is what Ruoxue told her boyfriend, and she thinks that the novel should be written like this.

You can't control the life and death of the characters, even the joys and sorrows.

From the moment it was born, it should be a living life.

The boyfriend was not disappointed, he still insisted, but it was still like that, the characters were stereotyped, and they were still the marionettes he wrote.

But this did not affect the development of their love.

On the day she received her Ph.D., he bought a bottle of red wine to celebrate her.

She wanted to tell him that she didn't like red wine.

Under the light, whenever she saw the wine tumbling in the glass, she felt like there were countless pairs of eyes staring at her.

She prefers liquor, especially Moutai in her hometown, which is clean and transparent, just like that person's eyes, clear to the bottom.

But she didn't say anything after all, and in the dim light, she closed her eyes and drank the glass of red wine in one gulp.

With a misty look in his eyes, he kissed her.

It's a common thing, but it's a little different.

His hand began to roam over her.

She knew what was going to happen, and it was something that should have happened between men and women.

With a gentle stroke, she stripped off her clothes, and he stripped himself clean.

The two Akagi faced each other.

She looked at him, all over her body. But in my heart, I couldn't even make a ripple.

He has a good figure, strong muscles and well-defined lines, but her eyes are like staring at a perfect work of art, as if looking at the characters in his novels.

The beauty of man lies in the mystery, and the wonder of man lies in the exploration.

However, she saw everything clearly, and before she had even begun, she already knew what the results were.

Eventually, she pushed him away and put herself on her clothes.

He wanted to force it, so she said: You are like an animal now!

He departed gloomily.

Before leaving, he asked why.

She didn't answer, and he didn't know the truth until the day she left.

I don't know when, maybe her boyfriend asked her to think about his works, she always couldn't help but think of that person, the legend, the man with the sword.

She doesn't blindly follow legends.

But his story made her deeply involved.

He connected the three points of Longtan, Northeast and Wucheng to build a world that belonged to the two of them.

She took the initiative to ignore the amazing time in his first middle school, the time when he fled from Xiangxi to Inner Mongolia, and she always knew in her heart that at that time, there was another her, a more perfect woman than her, by his side.

She didn't want to scramble.

Step back in time.

He was fifteen years old, she was thirteen, and she was still the dark horse, running through the mountains.

She was clinging to him, the cold blade that scared her, but she was fascinated.

Longtan Gorge, deep and long, he wanted to let go of her, she shook her head.

The night wind floated, and the two of them came to the top of the mountain.

He put her down and said to her, "Wait for me."

She nodded slightly, clenching her little hands.

The tall figure, carrying a long knife on his back, jumped open the door of the drug dealer's room with one foot.

In the midst of the tormented waiting, suddenly, the sound of gunshots reached her ears.

"Brother Yuan!"

She exclaimed, forgetting that she was only thirteen years old, and she picked up a stone and rushed forward.

At this moment, he came out, his face covered in blood, dragging a long knife in one hand and a man in the other, murderous.

She ran over and wiped his bleeding wound with a handkerchief, which, she said, was a hero's medal.

Back at Longtan Gorge, he stared down the abyss and said: Our Buyi family is not a barbarian!

She asked him what he saw, and he shook his head.

……

At the age of twenty, he went to the Northeast.

She quietly followed, but did not see Songhuajiang.

It was a cold year, and the surroundings were white.

At the foot of Changbai Mountain, an ice field, she found him, still the same, a person, a guitar.

From one end to the other, a series of lonely footprints are still in black, in the vast ice field, extremely eye-catching.

"Brother Yuan!" She shouted.

The man, stunned, suddenly looked back.

For a moment, she smiled.

The hideous scar became the most charming symbol, like a lone lamp in the dark night, illuminating the dawn.

She trotted away, and the footprints on the snow, connected together, stayed together.

Behind her, she gently hugged him.

"I heard that there are 100-year-old ginseng in the mountains, I'll look for it and stew chicken soup for you to drink!"

"I don't want you to run around like this!"

Whispering, she suddenly bit his ear.

"I'm going to be your woman!"

He turned around and kissed her on the lips.

Rumble!

For a moment, his head roared, and his breath was like a babbling stream, flowing over her parched heart, and a bud slowly grew.

He kept exploring, and she was ecstatic.

This is the kiss, just like the spring breeze caressing the earth, on the earth, layers of thick snow gradually melt away, and the seeds in the ground are about to break through the soil, I don't know whether it is wheat or millet.

That's how it feels.

She, with a red face, lay on top of the ice.

The belt widened, and a chill hit, but in an instant, a warm body wrapped her.

They had sex.

At that moment, on Changbai Mountain, a half-dead old tree grew buds, and everything recovered.

She, from that moment, in her heart, she really became his woman.

In the time of the city, he was unpretentious, working in the factory, she was no longer the female postdoc who was envied by thousands of people, she was a salesman in a factory.

But every day, he would always give her a bouquet of flowers.

Every day, he would change his tricks and stir-fry for her.

Gradually, their heads were covered with gray hair, and it was strange that they were in good health, but they had no children and no daughters.

One day, he said to her, do you remember the ice field under Changbai Mountain?

She remembered, but in her impression, there were only two lines of vague footprints, and two entangled black shadows.

……

"You...... You guys! You fall in love with a man you've never met, a male protagonist you've conceived! The boyfriend exclaimed, incredulous.

"Yes!" Ruoxue said indifferently, "I'm in love with him!" ”

Under his desperate gaze, she dragged her luggage and walked into the high-speed rail station.

She still remembers that the sunset that day was extraordinarily red.

Back in Anseong, she still can't forget the him in her heart.

Yes, she felt powerless, she felt sad.

Abandon a living boyfriend, but chase an almost illusory person.

But she is not sentimental.

She still came to Longtan, just like the legend, she looked back at the almost real picture, on the bridge, staring at the canyon, she was really afraid, she didn't see anything after all, just like the vast future.

When she saw that woman, she was shocked, and even embarrassed.

In this world, there is really such a beautiful woman, like a fairy.

She saw his grave, just in the mountain behind Longtan, still babbling like that, but at this time, she discovered an astonishing fact that she loved not the person in the tomb.

In her world, she is the same age as him, in fact, when he went to the Northeast, he was only fifteen years old, and she was just a teenage girl.

The one in the cemetery is not the one in my heart.

She fell in love with the man she imagined!

……

"Everyone, like the person they like, become their own favorite appearance!"

Ruoxue opened her eyes, and she seemed to have found the answer.

It's just that she deepens this confusion.

When I came back to my senses, I looked out the window again, and I saw a blood red.

It was a fiery cloud, and half the sky was red.

It was as if she had seen the face with the narrow scar again.

"Knock knock!" At this time, someone knocked on the door, and Zheng Yong's voice came, "Ruoxue, that bastard kid is home, do you want to leave now?" ”

"Wait a minute!" Ruoxue responded and walked into the bathroom.

……