That night, He Wen and Jiang Sheng had a crazy time.

There is no alcohol and music that young people like, there is no superfluous passion and enthusiasm, and there is not even anything that can stimulate the hearts of people.

They were like two children, chasing and playing in the wilderness, and finally they fell to the grass together in exhaustion.

The evening breeze at night was exceptionally cool. On such a sweltering summer day, sweating and blowing the wind for a while, it seems that you can forget all your troubles.

It's a good feeling that gets into your muscles.

He Wen was blowing the wind, feeling the skin on his neck, "stinging" by the blades of grass. He suddenly realized that he hadn't experienced this feeling in a long time.

This feeling of breathing gradually flattening and sweating gradually evaporating.

The reason is probably that he hasn't sweated like this for a long time.

The reason why he used to be happy to play sports in the past.

Maybe it's because he likes to collapse after exhaustion and let his body go on its own.

Feel the beating of the heart in the chest, feel the flow of blood in the arteries, and feel the rise of residual temperature at the neckline.

There are no pedestrians nearby, and even the sky is lonely when the city is cold at night.

The moon was gone, leaving only one star twinkling lonely, looking a little confused.

"Phew, I've been crazy with you for so long, and I haven't finished my work yet."

Sighing helplessly, He Wen suddenly picked up the black cat from the ground, put it on his chest, and put a hand on the other party's back.

"Thanks, though, I'm a lot more relaxed."

"Meow ......" Jiang Sheng was also a little tired, so he just lay on the young man's chest and drooped his beard.

This time, it was its turn to feel the heartbeat of youth.

The heartbeat was a little fast, a little restless.

Some hurried, some dazed.

It's hard to ask how the heartbeat is dazed. However, it should be the same as the expression of the young man right now. Empty, not knowing what to think.

"I'm so tired."

He Wen suddenly said thoughtlessly.

"Every day, I worry that what I write is not good enough, that the plot is boring, and that the words are used in a rigid manner."

As he spoke, the young man's hand stroked Jiang Sheng's hair.

"Little one, do you think it really makes sense for me to write like this again?"

"I, it's time to give up."

"Meow." Jiang Sheng couldn't understand what He Wen was saying, and he didn't know how to answer.

So it just barked and then continued to wag its tail.

The streetlights on the side of the street were dimly dim, dotted on the edge of the grass, sporadically groaning.

But when people gaze into the past, they feel dazzling.

Just like at this moment, He Wen didn't dare to look sideways.

There is no doubt that compared to the dazzling light, it is the deep night sky that makes him feel more at ease.

He's always like that, he likes to hide when he's scared.

If you are mediocre in appearance, you should not ask others to look at it carefully.

He is not good at words, but tries to write down what he thinks.

Tired of socializing, he cut off many contacts with the outside world.

But in He Wen's heart, there is actually one thing that can always make him proud.

That is why he has never completely compromised. He has always worked hard to live his life in the way he chooses.

Even though countless people have advised him to be confident, to integrate into society, and to get used to communication.

But he just stubbornly chose to stay in the corner, in a place that no one else could see. Think alone, imagine alone, record alone, tell alone.

He spends almost all of his time alone.

In junior high school, high school, and college, he was always in the strange gaze of others, burying his head in writing something that he didn't know.

Unlike all those who enjoy their youth, life is simple and simple, but it is also self-satisfied.

Gradually, he began to have some considerable income, and even before graduation, he had a considerable amount of savings.

Little by little, he seemed to prove it to the people around him.

Even if you can't learn the world, even if you stumble in speech, even if you escape the polish of society, you can live with peace of mind.

Then, he broke his arm in an accident, underwent two major surgeries, and lay in a hospital bed for a whole year.

Then, he suffered from obsessive-compulsive disorder, which led to a series of mental problems.

Life is like falling into the deep sea, the present is cold and difficult, and the future is infinite and uncertain.

Lately, without warning, he has been imagining himself sinking. Sinking into a dark darkness where there was no light in sight, unable to breathe, and not knowing what was underneath.

just stared blankly, the light and shadow above his head that were gradually fading away, and then let the fear in his heart slowly grow.

He began to fear the unstable life of the moment, and began to imagine that he could do something other than write.

He tried to start over, but he didn't know how to start.

Everything is like falling into a vicious circle.

tormented him, questioned him, and ridiculed him.

It makes him involuntarily doubt himself, deny himself, and spit on himself.

So, He Wen thought of giving up......

If I start from now on and become a person who meets the needs of society, it should be too late.

"Meow."

And yet the next moment.

Jiang Sheng used his paw to pat the young man's face firmly.

The force was not heavy, but it was not light, at least it tilted the face a little.

"You ......"

He Wen looked at the black cat blankly, and couldn't figure out for a while whether this was its unintentional move or intentional.

Anyway, for the first time, he felt that someone was stopping him, walking in the direction of the crowd.

even pulled him back a little more.

"You think I shouldn't give up, do you?"

Suddenly, He Wen lowered his head and asked the black cat eagerly and happily.

It's a pity that this time, Jiang Sheng didn't plan to pay attention to him. So she just curled up in his arms, closed her eyes and dozed off.

But that's enough, isn't it?

The smile on the young man's face did not subside anymore, but became more and more lively.

Eventually, he hugged the black cat. And in the exclamation of the other party, he lifted it into the air.

At night, the evening breeze on the grass may have cooled down a bit.

……

When He Wen took Jiang Sheng and returned home.

In a rare move, he closed the computer and washed up early, ready to go to bed.

Before going to bed, Jiang Sheng covered a corner of the quilt for him with his paws.

He Wen was not surprised or surprised, but just touched the black cat's head with his backhand.

Then he was glared at viciously by Jiang Sheng.

Cut, don't touch it, don't touch it, what a fierce one.

He retracted his hand into the quilt in a daze.

However, at this moment, He Wen's anxious heart seemed particularly peaceful.