Ling Miao didn't dare to sleep, as soon as he fell asleep, he would dream that Su Yuyang had stopped breathing. Looking at the empty room, the plots of the supernatural stories I had seen before all emerged, and Ling Miao couldn't sleep even more, and he didn't dare not find something to do.

took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight, and turned on the bedroom light in seconds under the guidance of the light. Silver lights filled the room, and Ling Miao's mood calmed down a lot.

Set up the desk on the bed, Ling Miao felt a little thirsty, his eyes swept around the room, and the cup next to the computer caught his attention.

The cup is only half water, and the lid is placed next to the cup. Ling Miao thought that Su Yuyang had forgotten to cover it after drinking it yesterday.

Ling Miao didn't have the courage to go out to fetch water, and he didn't care if this cup belonged to Su Yuyang, so he walked over and picked it up and poured it violently. Just as he was about to go back to bed, his eyes were drawn to a stack of papers on the table.

There was something densely memorized on the paper, and Ling Miao's glance swept over and he only saw the content of "Chapter XX".

"A breakdown of the new book?" Ling Miao's eyes lit up, and the fear in his heart was dispelled by inexplicable excitement, he picked up the paper full of writing and read it carefully.

The handwriting on the paper is black and red, the black one resembles a plot summary, and the red one is a suggestion. After only reading the content of two chapters, Ling Miao was sure that this was not a new book outline, but something similar to a suggestion written by Su Yuyang for a book. After reading one piece of paper, Ling Miao picked up another one.

The order of Su Yuyang's stack of papers is that the new chapters are first, after Ling Miao found out about this problem, he looked at a few pieces of paper upside down, and found that Su Yuyang's comments can be described as to the point, if it is modified according to Su Yuyang's suggestion, even if this book is not a work of gods, the results will not be ugly. Ling Miao couldn't help but envy the author of the novel on the paper, and even had the idea of asking Su Yuyang to write this kind of review for himself - if Su Yuyang didn't agree, he would tempt him with food; If you still don't agree, you will resort to the trick of stalking.

However, seeing Su Yuyang write so carefully, you can imagine what a brain-consuming and energy-consuming job it is.

Ling Miao picked up another piece of paper and read it carefully, and suddenly two words made him suffer a cardiac arrest twice-small seconds.

"Little ...... Small seconds? Ling Miao looked carefully and confirmed that he was not dazzled.

Ling Miao took out the bottom piece of the whole stack of papers, and wrote on the top of the paper with a red gel pen: "Hundred Turns into Immortals" outline + someone's suggestion.

"This ...... He actually wrote this to me? Ling Miao clutched the thin piece of paper, his lips trembling, and he didn't know what words to use to describe his mood at the moment. He sat down on the bed, looking at the hundreds of pieces of paper on the table, his breathing gradually becoming disordered.

From the first chapter to the current more than 700 chapters, almost every chapter is written on a piece of paper, and the more than 700 chapters are more than 2 million words......

"When did Su Yuyang start tidying up?"

Ling Miao looked at Su Yuyang distressedly, his fingers rubbed Su Yuyang's pale cheeks, and scolded with a smile: "Idiot, this book is like this, what else are you sorting out?" If you want to tidy up, wait for me to open a new book! Damn, it seems that for you, I have to finish this book early! If you don't learn from you, write an outline in the last few chapters. Hey, I always feel that after "Hundred Turns", I have to open another vest, after all, there is a vest with a black history, so it's better to use it sparingly. If Su Yuyang could hear Ling Miao's words, he would definitely say sarcastically: "It's just hitting the street, who cares if you have a black history?" ”

Ling Miao opened his mobile phone and flipped out his novel, and re-read it in combination with Su Yuyang's comments.

I have to say that Su Yuyang is a first-class author and an excellent reader, he has seen many problems in Ling Miao's novels, and Ling Miao can find these problems himself, but he can't read his novels from the perspective of a reader.

Originally, Ling Miao planned to take a look at Su Yuyang's suggestion, and it was completely masochistic to modify something.

Writing, repairing, and reading texts, repairing texts is the most painful thing, and it is also the most annoying thing for Ling Miao, so sometimes he doesn't even bother to correct typos - I don't have many subscriptions anyway, it doesn't matter if I return or not - this is his state of mind, and perhaps one of the reasons why he hit the street.

But thinking that these were all sorted out by Su Yuyang's hard work, coupled with his feelings for Su Yuyang now, he didn't modify Ling Miao's heart and his heart was in response, so he decided to revise the text!

I use a mobile phone to read novels, and I definitely have to use a computer to revise them, so Ling Miao turned on the computer too.

After devoting oneself to one thing, time passes almost without feeling.

The one who pulled Ling Miao back from the state of concentration was also a phone call.

The person who called this time was Kazeki.

"Hello?"

Ling Miao's voice was even worse than last night, like a broken flute, which could only blow a piercing sound.

Feng Ji also guessed that Ling Miao's state would not be very good, but when he heard it today, it was a few points worse than he imagined.

"I've got a doctor, I'll be there later, are you home?"

"Doctor...... Doctor? ”

Ling Miao didn't notice it, his voice trembled, and he forced himself to say, "Why do you want to find a doctor?" ”

"How many days can he last without eating or drinking?" Feng Ji rolled his eyes, but Ling Xuan couldn't see it.

"Actually, I suggest you send him to the hospital directly to beat, but this guy doesn't like to go to the hospital, if you wake up and find yourself in the hospital, he will definitely fight with you until you kneel down and beg for mercy." Feng Ji said with deep understanding.

"But ......"

"So I said a week later!" Fengji explained, "Although this guy slept for three days and three nights at the longest, the doctor said that there was a problem with sticking to the wood for a week!" ”

"Fengji, you're kidding me, aren't you?" When Ling Miao heard the time that Feng Ji said, he felt that the gap between the two times was too big, and his anxiety turned into anger and rubbed it out directly.

Feng Ji suddenly let out a sneer, and he said puzzledly: "Ling Miao, you surprised me. Before, you ran away from Su Yuyang, but as soon as you understood your intentions, you stuck to Su Yuyang, for fear that Su Yuyang would disappear, this turn was blunt and fast. ”

Ling Miao didn't answer Feng Ji's doubts, he asked rhetorically: "I like Su Yuyang, Sister Yan told you about it, right?" ”

"Yes."

"Because when I understand my heart, Su Yuyang may never wake up. This feeling of being gained and losing immediately is like holding water in your hand, and no matter what method you use, the water will flow through your fingers. I, if I want to catch Su Yuyang, at least I have to understand whether he hates me or not. ”

"I think you should know the reason why Su Yuyang chose to be in a coma."

"I know how to do it." Ling Miao took a breath to cheer himself on, "So, as long as you untie the knot in his heart, he will wake up, right?" ”

"Theoretically, that's true." Feng Ji didn't dare to say it to death, he didn't want to......

"I see, thank you for the manner."

"Ling Miao, do you already think of yourself as Su Yuyang's boyfriend?" Feng Ji said as if he had a point.

A thunderbolt flashed in Ling Miao's head, and Feng Ji's words poured him cold.

That's right, everything he is doing now is putting himself in the position of Su Yuyang's boyfriend. But if he didn't regard himself as Su Yuyang's boyfriend, what reason would he have to stay by Su Yuyang's side and take care of the comatose Su Yuyang?

Thinking about it carefully, Feng Ji reminded himself like this, what is it for, is Feng Ji still not giving up on Su Yuyang?

The idea of shooting flashed through his mind, and Ling Miao's hand holding the phone shook uncontrollably, and the phone almost couldn't hold it.

Ling Miao's long silence made Feng Ji realize that he had said the wrong thing, and looked at the phone screen, the call status was still maintained, and he hurriedly explained: "Ling Miao, I just hope you don't fall too deep, lest after Yuyang wakes up, you can't extricate yourself!" ”

Ling Miao's mind flashed silver light again, he looked out the window stupidly, and said with a wry smile: "Thank you Fengji, don't worry, I ...... Got it. ”

You know the yarn!

Feng Jixiang yelled into the phone, but there were a few customers in the store, and he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, so he had to suppress his emotions. After taking a few deep breaths, Feng Ji asked, "When is it convenient for you, I'll bring the doctor over." ”

"Anytime."

"I'll be right over."

Feng Ji was busier in the afternoon than in the morning, since Ling Miao didn't care about the time, plus he was worried about Su Yuyang, he immediately set the time.

The doctor Feng Ji was looking for was his high school classmate.

This is not the first time this doctor has seen Su Yuyang, the last time he saw Su Yuyang, Su Yuyang was still Fengji's boyfriend. This time, Su Yuyang's "boyfriend" is not Feng Ji, but Ling Second.

The doctor briefly checked Su Yuyang's condition, and hung water on Su Yuyang.

The doctor still suggested taking Su Yuyang to the hospital for a look, but Ling Miao shook his head and refused.

After saying some precautions, Ling Miao planned to leave the doctor for lunch, but the doctor decisively excused himself, and Feng Ji spread his hands helplessly.

After sending the doctor away, Ling Miao collapsed on the bed.

"Su Yuyang, I'm back, what pimple do you still have in your heart?" Ling Miao seemed to be asking himself, "I said, are you really going to wake up?" Holy! If you don't wake up, I'll send you to the hospital in the afternoon! Hehe, when you wake up in the hospital, don't blame me! Ling Miao didn't know if his threat had reached Su Yuyang's ears, and his smile became more and more desolate, but he kept laughing.

"Su Yuyang, let's make peace." Ling Miao put his hand on Su Yuyang's hand and held it gently, "I'm not leaving, are you okay when you wake up?" Su Yuyang, how long the fuck are you going to sleep? Lao Tzu has said, I won't leave! If you don't wake up, I'll leave right away! Go where you will never see and you will regret it! ”

But Su Yuyang, I haven't waited for the day when you say you don't actually hate me, how can I be willing to leave?

Ling Miao's five fingers tightly grasped Su Yuyang's five fingers, and then he felt something scratching in his palm, he turned his head to look at Su Yuyang excitedly, and asked excitedly: "Su Yuyang, can you hear my words?" So, wake up! When you wake up, I'm not leaving! As long as you don't drive me away, I won't leave for the rest of my life! ”