After breakfast, Jiang Cheng cleaned up the garbage as usual.

Xia Chengqi picked up his mobile phone to look at the time, it was only seven o'clock, and there was still a period of time before going to work, so he leaned on the side armrest and half-lay on the sofa, clicked on the calendar, and added an important day marker to today's date.

Title: Countdown No. 1.

Date: June 18, 2022.

Time: Countdown days.

Illustrate:

Xia Chengqi hesitated, secretly glanced at Jiang Cheng, who was about to go to the bathroom to wash his hands after cleaning up the garbage, took the mobile phone closer to his face, and then quickly typed the word "first love" after the "description".

After playing, she pressed the phone as fast as she could, and then quickly hid the screen behind her back.

One hand is still on his chest.

It's like doing something unsightly bad.

Shortness of breath and a pounding heart.

The heart is empty, happy, inexplicably excited and apprehensive, and at the same time, there is a sense of relief and stability.

It's doing bad things, but it's also doing big things.

Big, big things.

First love......

She smacked the two words, and there was an indescribable strange feeling in her heart.

Myself...... It's time to fall in love.

Myself...... It's time to start your first love.

While Xia Chengqi was surrounded by anticipation and joy, he also had a sense of trance and dream.

Because ten days ago, she hadn't thought that she would fall in love this year or even in recent years.

But in just ten days, everything changed.

The iceberg in her heart melted unconsciously, and then everything revived, plants and trees gradually grew, and everything came so quickly that she was unaware and defenseless.

So much so that when I realized this, it felt like a dream.

In just a blink of an eye, heaven and earth have changed the world.

She thought of Haruki Murakami's book, "Sputnik Lovers", which opens with a large paragraph of flowery and breathless cumbersome analogies, describing the unreasonableness of love in an instant as extremely rapid and exaggerated.

At the time, she felt that those sentences were inevitably a bit exaggerated, but now that she thinks about it, she feels that the author is really not deceiving.

[In the spring of the age of twenty-two, Sumire fell in love for the first time in her life.]

It was a love affair as swift as a tornado sweeping across the boundless grasslands.

It destroyed all obstacles in its path without leaving a single piece of armor, and rolled them up into the air one after another, tearing them to pieces without saying a word, and beating them to the ground.

Then it swept across the ocean without losing any momentum, mercilessly scraping down Angkor Wat, burning down the Indian forest with herds of poor tigers, and then turning into a sandstorm of the Persian desert, burying the exotic city of Chengbao in the sand.

It was a monumental love.

The object of her love is seventeen years older than her, married, and both women.

It all starts and ends here. ]

When she watched it at the time, she was still a little puzzled, this is not the Internet, the author has nothing to do.

But now she felt that the water was not enough.

Two hundred words is obviously not enough to describe this kind of rapid romance, and even two thousand words are still insufficient.

And it's not enough to have a swift storm, it's also a scorching sun, a gentle evening breeze, a soft sand, and a sweet and greasy air.

Jiang Cheng came out after washing his hands, looking at Xia Chengqi's eyes were confused, with a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth, which was a little strange for a while:

"What are you doing?"

Xia Cheng woke up suddenly, and hurriedly said:

"No...... Didn't you do it?"

"I thought you were possessed by a merry girl."

Jiang Cheng sat down on the sofa, half-lying like Xia Chengqi, with two feet against Xia Chengqi's two feet.

Xia Chengqi hurriedly curled up his legs, his heart weak:

"You're just possessed by a merry ghost

Body! Who told you to touch my feet?"

Jiang Cheng opened his mobile phone to look at the background data, and said:

"Sticker Jio."

"Stick to your head, you lie down on another couch." Xia Cheng drove people away.

"You've got what it takes to carry me." Jiang Cheng didn't raise his head.

"You want to be beautiful!" Xia Chengqi already had experience, and he saw Jiang Cheng's ulterior motives at a glance.

Jiang Cheng saw that she was not fooled, so he ignored her and concentrated on watching the backstage.

Once a person becomes an author, he will have a lot of problems.

For example, in my mind, I will think about the plot all the time, and occasionally I will have a flash of inspiration and feel that this plot can be written later.

Or if you see someone or something on the road, you will suddenly feel that this is a good material.

Whether it's an Internet god or a street writer, once you start writing, you will be uncontrollably thinking about the story all the time.

Even after you stop writing, it's hard to get out of this state.

Whatever you do from now on, you will sadly find that your mind is always dual-minded.

And the street writers will be a little more miserable, because they will have another problem, that is, "data viewing addiction".

The gods have good grades, and the collection subscriptions are increasing rapidly, and people who collect what they collect basically don't pay attention to, and the subscriptions are also paid attention to with "10,000" and "1000" as nodes.

It's different when it comes to hitting the streets, and even the collection is focused on in single digits.

This leads them to frequently check the author's background to see if the collection has risen a few more, whether the subscription has risen a few more, and whether there are a few more chapters...... As for tipping, I don't dare to expect extravagance.

Anyway, all the data is seen a hundred times, and no one else has seen it once, and it has risen a lot......

But I will still be tirelessly obsessed with it, rejoicing at every increase in data, and frustrated that each increase is not large enough.

That's what it means to hit the streets.

Jiang Cheng now focuses on collecting.

Starting from the recommendation at two o'clock in the afternoon yesterday, the collection is currently rising, and before two o'clock in the afternoon, it is estimated that the new collection should be around seven or eight hundred in 24 hours.

Satisfied, satisfied.

Because the first book was too poor, Jiang Cheng was particularly satisfied with the second book.

"What are you looking at, why are you smiling so ***?" Xia Chengqi asked on the other side.

Jiang Cheng was shocked: "What***? It's called pleasure. I'm looking at the author's backstage, okay?"

"I haven't seen what the author's backstage is like!"

Xia Chengqi was originally not very curious about this, but after he became more and more fond of Jiang Cheng, he began to care more and more about him, and if he liked someone, he would uncontrollably want to understand this person.

Not only to know his body, but also to know his heart......

The so-called acquaintance is the process of stripping each other's inner and physical clothes and carefully observing them little by little.

"Throw your phone over and show me." Xia Cheng said.

Jiang Cheng glanced at her and made another move: "You have the ability to crawl over and get it yourself."

"No, you throw your phone over." Xia Chengqi knew that this guy wanted to take the opportunity to get close to her again.

Maybe after he crawls over, he will take the opportunity to hug himself and do all kinds of bad things to himself......

"Then don't look at it." Jiang Cheng was not as good as she wished.

Xia Chengqi was angry: "You dare not listen to me!"

"Okay, I'll crawl over to you." Jiang Cheng immediately got up and crawled towards Xia Chengqi.

Xia Chengqi was so frightened that he immediately shrunk his body into a ball:

"What are you going to do! Don't come here!"

Jiang Cheng was about to climb, ready to wait for Xia Chengqi to scare away and then lie down, but found that Xia Chengqi was curled up motionless, I don't know if he was stupid or deliberate.

So Jiang Cheng immediately climbed over unceremoniously, straddled her with his knees apart, and put one hand on the armrest of her neck to support it, and the other hand handled

The phone was handed to her:

"Oh, look."

Xia Chengqi looked at his posture and was so angry: "You are so rude!"

How can you still be in the mood to look at your phone.

"I'm not rude, but you have to say I'm rude, in that case, I can only show you rudeness." Jiang Cheng smiled, like a big villain.

Xia Chengqi was frightened: "Don't mess around!"

Jiang Cheng didn't mess around, just squeezed and lay down on his side in the sofa.

Xia Chengqi crossed his arms and looked at him in shock:

"How did you manage to be so shameless?"

"Isn't this to make it easier for you to see the author's backstage?" Jiang Cheng is a serious way.

As he spoke, he also stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around her shoulders, and with a slight force, Xia Chengqi's soft body fell into his arms.

"Well, look, this is the author's backstage."

Xia Chengqi's body stiffened suddenly, his eyes widened, and he looked shocked...... I didn't expect to be hugged into his arms like this...

Feel...... Somewhat...... Comfortable......

But isn't that a bit inappropriate?

Xia Chengqi's mind was full of resistance, but his body was motionless.

The two of them were lying side by side, their bodies tightly together, and because her shoulders were hugged inward by Jiang Cheng, her head involuntarily rested on his shoulders.

It's the same closeness, but it's a completely different feeling from hugging.

Comfortable, peaceful, intimate and at the same time very relaxing, like lying in the soft sand of the sun.

Xia Chengqi suddenly wanted to be absent from work, she felt that if she lay down like this, she could lie down until she was old.

It turns out that just lying together and doing nothing is already so comfortable......

Xia Chengqi suddenly regretted a little, knowing that he had taken the initiative to climb over just now.

That would allow you to lie down for ten more seconds.

But sometimes after people form a pattern of speaking and doing things, they will naturally not be controlled by their true inner thoughts.

So although Xia Chengqi was satisfied in his heart, he blurted out:

"Jiang Cheng, who asked you to hug me! Hurry up and let me go!"

Jiang Cheng looked at her head resting on his shoulder, and he didn't mean to distance himself at all, so he asked:

"Are you sure you want me to let go?"

"I...... Of course I'm sure!" Xia Cheng said stubbornly.

looked at Jiang Cheng, but there was apprehension and worry in his expression.

He won't ...... Really loosen up, right?

------Off topic------

Although "Sputnik Lovers" is not as famous as Murakami's "Norwegian Wood", "Kafka by the Sea", "1Q84" and so on, there are really a lot of golden sentences in it, so I recommend everyone to watch it.

I went to look for this book because I accidentally saw a passage on the Internet and copied it to everyone.

[They are lonely pieces of metal in the unobstructed darkness of the universe to meet by chance, missed, and parted forever, without words of exchange, without the promise of phase.] ]

The tone of the book is the same, quite sad and lonely......

But the trees in the village actually smell like this...... However, the flavor of "Spet" is a little stronger.

And the author has the suspense of showing off his skills......

The various sentences are really ......

In short, it's amazing.

[Have you ever stood at the mouth of a great river on a rainy evening and watched the river rush into the sea?] ]