Xiaoxiao received the call before dawn, that is, at four o'clock in the morning when physiology says that it is most likely to die violently. She pulled out her flashing phone from under her pillow, thinking that if the bastard on the phone couldn't come up with a reason, she would let him die! But I unexpectedly saw Fa Xiao's name. Call at this time......

"Hey, what's the matter. Disturbing dreams in the middle of the night. She didn't even bother to open her eyes, and there was silence on the other side of the earpiece for a long time, so long that she thought the other party was playing with her, and she almost opened her mouth to curse.

"Xiaoxiao, we broke up."

"Break up?" Xiaoxiao's nose is considered to be a sign of disdain, will they break up? She didn't want to run like a fool like last time to comfort and be visually impacted. "Are you drunk again? I don't want to see your live version of tenderness. ”

"I'm sober, Xiaoxiao, we really broke up." Yuan Ben's voice was low and hoarse, with an indescribable tiredness, "You...... Can you come over? ”

She knows that he is serious, and she knows almost everything about him after more than 20 years of friendship, and she can make him let go of his implicit machismo and show weakness to himself, it seems that the problem is serious.

"Okay, I'll come right away, don't go and wait for me!"

Lifting the quilt, turning over, getting off the ground, dressing almost in one go, someone on the other side of the double bed is dissatisfied.

"What's wrong with your little hair?"

"That's it!" Xiaoxiao neatly wrapped a windbreaker, "Tomorrow, no, wait until you get up early to cook for the child and send him to school." I'll go first. ”

When she ran to the train station, she just caught the first train, Rao is modern and the transportation is convenient and developed, and at seven o'clock in the morning, she stood at the door of Yuan Ben with breakfast and knocked on the door.

"So fast." The man who opened the door smiled, laughing so hard that she felt distressed. Xiaoxiao didn't say a word, bypassed him and went into the house to sit on the sofa.

"Say it. What's going on? ”

"Nothing's going on, we broke up." Yuan Ben sat cross-legged on the floor opposite her, opened the white porridge she brought, and smiled indifferently, "I want you to help me tidy up the house." ”

"When?" Xiaoxiao felt that the smile on his face was so awkward, lined with his bearded chin, bloodshot eyes, and messy hair, which made her want to hold him in her arms and snort and say, cry, cry, cry. But she knew that he wouldn't cry, at least not in front of herself, looking at his current appearance, Bacheng had already cleaned up his mood and was embarrassed by the call he made yesterday.

"The night before yesterday." Yuan Ben touched his nose, and gauze was wrapped around his right hand.

Xiaoxiao's eyebrows wrinkled suddenly, she only knew when Yang's mother was seriously ill that her childhood sweetheart would self-harm when she was in an extremely bad mood, and she thought that she would not hurt herself except for that time. Hey, Xu Douxiao, I have to admire you.

Don't take the initiative to ask, only accompany. This is their mode of getting along for more than 20 years, each other is stubborn people, there is no need to let each other cry or comfort themselves, all they need is a companion when they are in a low mood. Xiaoxiao can't say a word more even if he has thousands of words in his heart now, he wants to say it, so he will naturally say it.

"Forget it." She leaned back on the couch as if she had given up something. Hold your forehead with your hand. "Pack up, let's talk."

Yuan Benpao pulled the clean white porridge and smiled, quiet, relieved, and full of trust.

This man can always touch the softness in the depths of people's hearts so easily.

She knew some of the things that were still in the boxes, and most of the things she didn't know could guess who they were. Xu Douxiao's, Xu Douxiao's clothes, Xu Douxiao's magazines, Xu Douxiao's cigarettes, Xu Douxiao's ......

After packing up everything, they went to lunch, Yuan Ben bought a phone card at the newsstand by the way, and watched him dismantle his mobile phone and change the card, Xiaoxiao finally couldn't help it, breaking their usual rules of getting along. Until now, she didn't believe that these two people would be separated, and they made her, who didn't believe in eternity, think that some people should be together for the rest of their lives.

"Is there really no chance of redemption?"

Yuan Ben threw the replaced phone card into the trash can and asked: "I, Yuan Ben, said to break up, is there still a chance?" Looking back at her, her gaze was resolute. It's just that I'm afraid he doesn't understand who he is saying this to.

In this city where there is still a summer heat, Yuan Ben's mobile phone display flashes the light of booting, which turned out to be Xu Douxiao's car, but now it is just an ordinary landscape photo.

The next day, Yuan Ben submitted an application to the organization for further study.

In the summer of that year, they broke up.

Yuan Ben, who has always been resolute, does not look back.

Many times, the so-called resoluteness is often vulnerable to the crushing of fate.

For example, Yuan Ben, no matter how determined he was to stay away from Xu Douxiao back then, in the end he still succumbed to the iron fist of poverty, lived on the streets and stayed in his ex's empty house, so choose the latter.

The magistrates said, find some money from the family.

Don't underestimate the self-esteem of a thirty-year-old man, they can be low-minded outside, but it is difficult to go home and reach out to their parents to ask for money, especially not to face the disapproving eyes of their father and their mother's distressed inquiries.

Still, it's too weird. Yuan Ben muttered to himself to the wall of the bathroom, why did I agree? Let's go.

At this time, Yuan Ben's mobile phone rang, reminding him to accept the new news - the website's contribution response.

Didn't pass.

Yuan Ben didn't give up and sent another one.

Tsuchizoen: [I still like this story very much, and I want to finish it, how can I change it?] 】

Edit: [I don't remember which one was the review message confirmed last week, so please send me the story again.] 】

Yuan Ben operated actively, anxiously waiting for a response.

Edit: [That's it, the story looks tiring, and the plot doesn't stand out in particular.] 】

Tsuchizono: [Is it a problem with the way it is written?] Wouldn't it be better if I wrote it differently? 】

Edit: [What do you usually look at?] 】

Internet? Yuan Ben basically didn't look at the Internet after work, and the closest thing to his reading system was "The Politics of the Eastern Jin Dynasty" and "The Death of Wang", he thought about it, and chose to be honest after he couldn't think of any of the popular networks in the past three years.

Tuyuan: [I usually watch detectives a lot]

Tsuchizono: [It's still the old-school ......]

For example, Agatha Christie and Conan Doyle, Yuan Ben silently added in his heart.

Edit: [We are doing the Internet, and your subject matter is not very suitable. 】

Tsuchizono: [Is there any room for revision?] 】

Edit: [It is not recommended to modify, you can take a look at the network of this kind of theme.] 】

Yuan originally wanted to ask if it was okay to rewrite "The King and the Horse Share the World", but later felt that he was humiliating himself, so he gave up.

Tsuchizono: [Thank you, I'll take a look at it more.] 】

He simply sat on the floor of the living room and looked at the click list of the same theme on the Internet with his mobile phone, he clicked on them one by one, looked at the introduction, looked at the catalog, looked at the beginning, and then obediently quit, admitting that he was a waste person in the field of online literature.

He usually listened to colleagues from Chinese commenting on online literature, listening to some words, such as "golden finger", "Mary Sue", etc., he thought that he had mastered some literary creation rules, but reality gave him a straight punch, he couldn't even read it, how could he write it.

Although he also makes a living from the pen in the unit, most of them write academic papers, planning plans and project reports, and use professional vocabulary and a large number of seemingly practical and exaggerated ways to exaggerate sesame big things into watermelons all year round, and he is a good hand in comprehending the spirit and catering to policies, but it is more difficult for him to write "feelings" than to ascend to the sky. The limitations of his writing are widely circulated, and there is even a saying that "let Yuan Ben write prose, and he will eventually get an issue of the People's Daily".

He himself is not convinced by this statement, after all, he was also a creative person when he was a student (he selectively ignored the terrible click-through rate).

When the economic crisis came, he naturally thought of selling words for a living.

As a result, he found that his writing was not popular enough, his writing history lacked imagination, his writing hot comments was too modest, and he couldn't even touch the door when writing online literature, which can be said to be a complete failure.

One of Yuan Ben's spiritual mentors in his youth was Shu Guozhi, who especially liked his lazy, lazy, desireless, and wantless attitude towards life, and felt that the ideal life should be "accommodated in a tiled-roofed mud-walled house, with the first and second floors not hindered." Don't take the elevator, don't seek to climb up and look at the scenery at home, look forward to it. and shall dwell in the land of the four times. Shrink in winter, leaning on the fire for a long night; Sweating in summer, it happens to be sleepy in the hot afternoon. ”

This makes him not have much ambition for fame and fortune, he relied on his family when he was a student, and for a long time after graduation, he was with Xu Douxiao, who loved to make money, and basically did not feel any human suffering, even two years after the breakup, because of his low materialistic desires, he did not realize the importance of saving money, until today, life gave him a surprise, he understood that the reason why Shu Guozhi was able not to work, sleep lazy, wander in the streets and alleys, and spend an ideal afternoon was not because of a good attitude but because of talent.

Sensitivity to words and emotions is what Yuan Ben's project report is most lacking.

Yuan Ben was beaten all over his body by this combination of fate, and he just wanted to pass out to the ground and not wake up for a long time.

He leaned back on the couch from dawn until dark, and finally got up to collect a small carry-on suitcase he had brought with him, and hung his few clothes in the closet.

He cleaned it briefly, and the house only had a thin layer of floating soil, and it could be seen that Xu Douxiao cleaned it regularly.

Have someone clean it regularly. Thinking of Xu Douxiao's habit of spending money and never doing anything, Yuan Ben corrected himself.

He opened the refrigerator and found several bottles of beer in the refrigerated area, which was the brand he often drank. Yuan Ben's heart moved, and he took it out to check it carefully, and the production date three years ago showed that he had forgotten to clean it up back then.

It's hard for Yuan Ben to say whether it's more sad whether his things are all the same, or if he really changes the beer he often drinks regularly.

At this time, Xu Douxiao's WeChat was sent, and in order to make it easier for the landlord to contact the tenant, they still exchanged contact information.

Xu Douxiao: "How is it?" Is it all packed? ”

Yuan Ben: "Almost. Thank you Ning Jun for me and agree to borrow my house to live. ”

After coming over for a while, Xu Douxiao's message came.

Xu Douxiao: "She doesn't know. ”

Yuan Ben: "She doesn't know that I live here?" ”

Xu Douxiao: "She doesn't know this house? ”

Yuan Ben: "What are you doing?" ”

Ning Jun also wanted to know what he was doing?