"Ah~ah~~~~~" On the second day, Ivy woke up from the bed, and it was already dark.

In the dormitory, only her wheezing could be heard, and the sound of another person's even breathing.

Ivy touched her face with her right hand, and it was full of cold tears. She was stunned for a moment before she realized where she was.

She had a nightmare, in the dream, she returned to the night when she was betrayed by He Ziqi, and let those heart-rending pains torture her again.

Climbed down from the bed, went to the water table and poured a glass of warm water, and gradually calmed down. Repeat the reminder that it's over.

Suddenly there was a bit of a trance, if those were illusory......

The morning sun shines on the clean white windowsill, and through the half-open screen, you can faintly see the situation in the room.

By the window was a messy desk, half nestled in a golden halo.

Ivy stood on the side, her eyes bright, the corners of her mouth slightly hooked, humming a song, while cleaning up the novel she had read last night on the sofa, as well as a few pieces of manuscript paper scattered on the ground. It's busy, but it looks like he's in a good mood.

After cleaning up the room for a while, he raised his head and shouted at the half-open door of the bedroom on his right: "Get up He Ziqi, when are you going to sleep?"

But there was a man's voice in the room, lazy and unenergetic, as if he hadn't woken up yet: "Annoying! Let me sleep a little longer, don't bother me!"

Then came the sound of a pillow slamming against the door.

The girl frowned, rushed straight to the bedroom, and slammed the quilt open, exposing a male body wearing only a pair of shorts to the air.

It's late autumn, and it's still quite cold when it's suddenly so exposed.

He Ziqi shook coldly, and his eyes finally opened, but his eyes were full of exhaustion.

I saw that the anger in his eyes was gathering like a dark cloud, but because of Ivy's words, it immediately dissipated.

"Didn't you say that you were going on a business trip today?" said Ivy with her hands on her hips and her head tilted.

The man suddenly remembered that he had indeed said such things to her, and had to get up in a huff.

"It's a noon flight, and it's too late if you don't get up. I don't have time to care about you, I still have to retreat in the afternoon. I went out to study last week, and the manuscripts of the novel were all used up, and it was not a joke, and the readers would not love me. ”

Ivy has been with He Ziqi since graduating from college, and the relationship between the two has always been very flat, and she also thinks that stability is the best, and she doesn't need too much passion, and what is written in the novel is all false.

As for his career, after graduating, he worked around for a year or two before he finally began to recognize the direction and began to write novels for websites on the Internet to make a living. It's just that inspiration for novels is hard to find, and sometimes as soon as she writes it, she keeps writing, keeps retreating, turns off her mobile phone, and ignores anyone.

And today, He Ziqi is going on a business trip, and she is ready to go home with her notebook to code words, and she is not at ease when her brother is home alone.

Coming out of the room, someone was knocking on the door.

Ivy opened the door, then turned around and took her purse out. It's the takeout I just ordered.

The big bags of food were placed on the table, and the wallet was thrown on the sofa, shouting, "Come out quickly! ”

Seeing from the crack in the half-open door, He Ziqi didn't know what he was looking at when he was flipping through his phone, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

"What were you just looking at?" Ivy opened the plastic box, revealing the red hot and sour powder inside. Although it doesn't seem good to eat this in the morning, it stimulates the stomach, but she loves this bite.

He Ziqi had already gone to the bathroom to tidy up and change into a suit, he was very energetic, and he saw the disgust on his face when he saw the hot and sour noodles. "How many times have I said it, can you eat this kind of thing? It's so sour and spicy that it burns out your stomach. Then he picked up his portion of rice noodles and ate it, and then his face changed a little.

Ivy didn't want to quarrel with him because of this, so she kept silent.

The two ate breakfast, and Ai Wei went home first, anyway, the company's car would pick up He Ziqi to the airport later.

When Ivy went back, she saw her brother in front of the computer, holding a straw like a cigarette holder, and she was angry: "You are in your third year of high school, and you have time to play with the computer here, so you don't have to review it, and memorize a few words carefully." What do you say you like?"

Ai Lian listened to her words, and instead of turning off the computer honestly, he pulled her over, "I just turned on the computer for a while, don't wronged me." I'm worried about you!"

"Save it, I'm fine with everything now, you don't have to worry about that idleness. Ivy put her computer and bag on the couch and threw the bag of clothes she was carrying into the washing machine.

Ai Lian looked at his sister's back, his face gradually turned cold, and there was a hint of gloom in his tone: "My brother-in-law is so rich, what kind of novel do you write! The corners of his mouth twitched.

Ivy's originally peaceful face became gloomy when she heard this.

It's just that Ai Lian didn't seem to notice, and continued: "It's really embarrassing for me to die, and I thought that I could show off with your book, but they all said that what you wrote didn't make sense." Come and read the comments under your book for yourself. ”

Ivy rushed to the computer in a rage and pushed Eren away and sat down. It's just that she didn't see that at this time, Ailian's left cheek slowly turned around, and it was a large patch of blue and purple.

Ivy quickly flips through the web page with her right hand.

The book has actually been written, but it is not uploaded in one go, but it is placed in the manuscript box at a regular time. Before, the reviews of "Lucky Darling" had always been very good, so she never paid much attention to it again.

On the computer, under the cover and table of contents is a long line of comments. Ivy looked at it carefully, and the more she looked at it, the more annoyed she became, these people really didn't have a backache when they stood and talked, and they had everything to say.

What is the logic of her book doesn't make sense, it's too unseemly for the female partner to hurt people just because of a man, and the author may have a problem with his character.

There are also things that say that the male protagonist is gentle and affectionate and omnipotent, it is difficult to find in the world, how can the female protagonist be so lucky to get the favor of such an excellent male protagonist, it is too fake.

Isn't it normal to turn against a man for the sake of a man? Now novels abound, why should she be said to have a problem?

How much pressure does the work of office workers this year, and they are tired like a dog when they come back from work every day.

Ivy's fingertips as she pinched the glass of water turned red!

Well, she can endure all this, but flipping down, there is a comment from an ID number named Hanqin, although it is only one sentence, but it hurts the heart: I don't understand, I make a rash judgment.

Ivy smiled, it seems that the next time I write about Xianxia, I will have to find a place to cultivate immortals first?

From anger to frustration, and even deeper helplessness, there are so many authors who write books, how many can really become famous?

When I looked down at the water glass, a rapidly waving shadow was reflected in the wall of the cup, and I was trying to take a closer look at what it was, but I heard the bell ring at the door.