A long night passed, and the sun on the horizon tore through the heavy night and lazily poked his head, yawned deeply, and then slowly climbed up into the sky unhappily.

"Ahh ~" A loud and crisp sneeze frightened the sun into a trance, rubbing his sleepy eyes and looking at the world.

In the half-open window, Xiang Ling was sitting on the bed in a daze, with black hair on his head.

Blank eyes looked at the empty bed, Xiang Ling rubbed his slightly sour nose, and focused his gaze on the quilt that was lying peacefully on the ground with the computer.

"It's so big, and you still kick the quilt!" With a sigh, Xiang Ling turned over and jumped off the bed.

Stretching out his arms and putting the computer and quilt into his arms, Xiang Ling let out a loud shout and threw the things in his arms back to the bed.

Clapping his hands, Xiang Ling, who was still a little hazy, rushed into the bathroom like lightning.

After an unknown symphony, the bathroom door slowly opened.

Inside the door, there seemed to be a different person.

The messy long hair was tied up high, the slender ponytail was swaying slightly, the blue checkered white shirt was wrapped around the body obediently, and the dark blue jeans went down the legs without a trace of edges and corners.

The languishing face has long been swept away, replaced by brown eyes that shimmer aggressively.

Picking up a blue satchel on the table, Xiang Ling took a step forward and pushed open the door of the residence.

Under the sun, youth is always the most beautiful, and the sun looks at the charming curves under the eyes, and can't help but squint slightly.

"Ah---------- sneeze!" There was another sneezing that resounded in the sky, and Xiang Ling, who had just walked to the door, trembled.

"Damn! You won't catch a cold! Xiang Ling secretly cursed in his heart.

Since I was a child, I rarely get sick, and occasionally I have a headache and a cold, so I drink some boiled water to solve it, the medicine is absolutely inedible, as soon as I take the medicine, Xiang Ling's whole person will wilt, especially those white and black, Tylenol or something, a pill under the stomach, Xiang Ling will be too empty, all day long like falling into the clouds.

It's just that just by drinking water, it takes a lot of time to cure a cold, and I have an important meeting three days later, which is related to my promotion and salary increase, and I must not sneeze on such an important occasion.

In all the chaos, Xiang Ling scratched his head and slammed the door shut with a "snap".

The sound of the "boom ---" engine sounded, and the sound of closing the door was not over, Xiang Ling had already stepped on the accelerator and sped away, leaving only bursts of exhaust lingering.

When Xiang Ling went out, something strange appeared in the room.

In the small living room, the lights began to flicker and dim, and a trace of white light was flashing in the messy bed, and snowflakes were flickering on the TV screen---

"Meow -----"

In the room, a cat meow suddenly came out.

A white cat suddenly flashed from the TV screen.

Soon, the cat jumped out of the TV and landed in the middle of the room.

Looking left and right, the cat's eyes seemed to be rolling with some doubts.

"Why hasn't he arrived yet?" After making sure that there was no one around, the cat opened its mouth leisurely.

Scratching his paws, the white cat suddenly found that his original snow-white coat was gradually fading.

"No, I've got to find a cat." The kitten muttered to herself and ran to the door.

The sturdy security door didn't seem to stop the kitten, and in the blink of an eye, the kitten disappeared from the door, as if it had never appeared.

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"Ahh Another sneeze, Xiang Ling, who was flipping his fingers in front of the computer, casually tore off a tissue and wiped his nose and buried his head in his work.

"Great writer, what's wrong with you? I stayed up late writing a book and caught a cold. Beside him, "Hua'er" leaned over with a little face.

"Hua'er" is called Liu Jing, Xiang Ling's colleague, because he is young, and he likes to wear dresses with flowers, so he got this nickname.

"Go, go, go, busy." Xiang Ling impatiently dealt with the "flowers", and did not raise his eyelids.

"Hey, have you read these words, it's interesting." “

"Hua'er" just retracted her head boringly, and Yang Mo next door stretched out her head again.

"What?" Xiang Ling frowned, and did not stop his work in the slightest.

"On the books that Internet writers need to read!" Yang Mo read softly the words on her computer screen.

"Go on!" Xiang Ling's gaze still didn't leave his computer, but the hand that was pressing the keyboard slowed down significantly.

Although she has persuaded herself to give up online articles, every time someone mentions it, her heart inevitably fluctuates a little.

"The first stage, "Don't Say You Understand Online Texts", "Conflict and Suspense"!" Yang Mo squinted at Xiang Ling's reaction while reading the words on the screen.

On his face, he was not shocked, and Xiang Ling was tapping on the keyboard without a match.

"The second stage, "Don't Be Angry" and "On Protracted War"!"

Stopping the movements in his hand, Xiang Ling's eyes looked at his computer fixedly, and his expression suddenly became solemn.

"The third stage, "Guidelines for Rehabilitation of Cervical Spondylosis", "Prevention and Prevention of Heart Disease", "Self-recovery of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder", "Psychiatric Symptomatology". Seeing that Xiang Ling was silent, Yang Mo vigorously sped up his speech.

Looking away from his computer, Xiang Ling raised his head to look at the low cement ceiling.

"The last stage." Yang Mo paused and looked at Xiang Ling.

Xiang Ling withdrew his gaze and looked at Yang Mo who was smiling beside him, "What is it?" ”

"Alive! Hahahaha" Yang Mo suddenly laughed, "Isn't it funny?" ”

"That's it!" Xiang Ling saw Yang Mo's harmless smile, replied lightly, and then began to bury his head in his work.

"So what stage are you at now?" Next door, Liu Jing stuck his head over again.

"The fifth stage!" Xiang Ling shrugged.

"The fifth stage?" Yang Mo was confused.

"Is he alive or dead!"

"Poof!" Xiang Ling's words made Yang Mo and Liu Jing almost choke.

"Could it be that you're still half dead now!" Yang Mo turned off his computer screen and moved the stool to Xiang Ling's side. "Look at your work energy, you are alive and well!"

"No way, I don't have a rich boyfriend, I don't have parents with a lot of money, if I don't rely on myself, do I rely on you!" The mouth does not stop, the hands do not stop, Xiang Ling's ability to resist harassment is absolutely unprecedented.

"It's up to us. If you can't find a boyfriend, I'll take care of you. Liu Jing leaned in front of Xiang Ling's computer screen and grinned.

Pushing away the face that appeared in the air, Xiang Ling rolled his eyes, "You think too much, Miss Ben doesn't have this fetish!" ”

"Hahahaha!" Unbridled laughter rang out, and Xiang Ling finally stopped what he was doing.

Seeing Yang Mo and Liu Jing laughing together, the corners of Xiang Ling's mouth also pulled a smile.

I am a baby from the countryside, and after graduating from college, I came to this big city alone, and the hardships can be imagined.

It's just that the children of poor families usually have the strength to not admit defeat, and once they make up their minds to fight, even men will be amazed by three points.

After nearly ten years of ups and downs, Xiang Ling finally has her own world in the workplace, and now she is already the head of the personnel department of a large company.

However, a woman's heart is still sentimental after all, she is busy running for a living during the day, and in the dead of night, she is always lonely when she is alone.

Most of the company's colleagues are from the city, and they can play and make trouble, and in their spare time, they often go out in groups to bars and restaurants, relying on their illustrious family backgrounds to spend money.

Of course, Xiang Ling didn't dare to get involved in this kind of person, but he wandered outside these circles all day long, which was harmful to interpersonal relationships, so Xiang Ling also participated in several activities.

Drunk and obsessed, all kinds of situations emerged, and after a few times, Xiang Ling shirked these entertainments for various reasons.

Writing, that's what she had in mind at that time.

A weak woman wants to survive in this crazy city, Xiang Ling has tempered a pair of invulnerable shells very early. It's just that under this seemingly tenacious personality, Xiang Ling also hopes that like the heroine in those bubble dramas, there will be a hero who will come out of nowhere to protect herself and shelter herself from the wind and rain.

In reality, it is not available, so you can only hope for the pen.

From the beginning, just to escape those staggered schemes, later, Xiang Ling found himself unconsciously trapped.

In his pen, a hero was condensed, a collection of thousands of respects, but he had a lamentable life experience, and in the end, Xiang Ling unconsciously arranged a death situation for him.

Obsessed with the characters in his books, Xiang Ling was in a low mood for a long time, and always felt that he was too ruthless, why did he write such a tragic story.

In a trance, Xiang Ling sometimes couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion, and the last paragraph of her book would always unnaturally appear in her mind.

The hero she created was eventually frozen because he became a demon.

"Xiang Ling, Xiang Ling-----" Yang Mo saw that Xiang Ling suddenly seemed to fall into deep thought, and couldn't help but push her hand and shake her.

Head, it hurts.

Xiang Ling unconsciously pressed his temples, and his eyebrows gradually frowned.

"What's wrong with you?" Liu Jing stretched out his hand and gently stroked Xiang Ling's forehead.

"It's so hot, you ----- have a fever!"