Hongxue has been watching the life of this most boring doppelganger during this time, watching her use her pen to solve a lot of chicken feathers in the lives of ordinary people like her, and constantly persuading others in a seemingly very open-minded tone in books and periodicals.

There are many readers who even regard this author as some kind of pillar in their lives, and always feel that there is no one in the world who is so chic, as if there is nothing in this world that can really difficult him.

But no one knows that this author's life is the same chicken feathers, and he also lives a swamp-like life like them.

After a letter is written.

The female author named Tianshu breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back in her chair, and stared at the roof in a daze.

At this moment, even the main body Hongxue didn't know what she was thinking.

In this small room, a person was stunned for a long time, extremely quiet and silent.

Hongxue stood in no one and looked at her, like the air melting in the darkness, she was trying her best to let herself know this doppelganger, she looked at her like looking at a flat boat in an ocean, extremely quiet, extremely lonely.

After a long time, the female writer stood up, turned around and walked towards the iron shelf behind her, on which was a basin of hot water that she had prepared before writing the article, but now it was cold.

There was also a towel made of linen hanging on the iron shelf, and the towel was embroidered with mandarin ducks, but it had been used for too long and had faded, as if in the gray mist, looking at a blurred, not real color.

Her hands were in the water, and she was in a daze again as she looked down at her own reflection in the basin, which dangled and distorted with the reflection of the roof above her head.

Whew-

She exhaled again, not knowing what she was thinking, perhaps even herself.

Of course, Hongxue didn't know either.

She only knows that the life of this doppelganger is far more bloody and painful than the stories that readers write to ask, but for a small person, maybe all the lives and emotions are just as insignificant in the face of the world.

Finally, I wiped my hands and my face very slowly, very quietly and meticulously.

Hongxue looked at her, and at this moment she felt that she was looking at a fallen leaf, in the tearing of the wind, bits and pieces, maybe the flesh and blood had long been gone, only the lines of the bracket remained, and the last decency was maintained.

What are those decencies?

Could it be the readers who redeem each other with her?

The towel was over her face, and the moisture and the smell of soap were inhaled into her lungs, maybe choking a little, but she couldn't feel it, but felt comfortable.

Like what?

Everything in front of me seems to become dark and hazy, in the extremely quiet world, the whole world seems to be far away from oneself, at this moment, it seems that there is only one complete self.

And, the smell of moisture and soap, like a hook, detached her whole being.

"Cough cough-"

She suddenly began to cry loudly, in a very quiet, silent corner that none of her readers could see, in the middle of noon.

How hot the sun outside was, how noisy the sounds of those flowers, birds, insects and fish, like the hustle and bustle of the world was close at hand, but how far away it was from her.

I don't know how long it took, but her emotions finally stabilized and ended this sudden breakdown.

Turn around, sit back in your chair, and start writing a second reply letter and article, once again becoming a beacon in someone else's life, illuminating someone else.

Everything just now seems to have completed some kind of ritual of washing the lead, and at this moment, it has become another self.

Hongxue looked at her sitting in front of the window, bathing in the sun, and suddenly remembered a sentence she had read in a book, which said: Everyone in this world is actually very much like a snail, everyone turns around and turns their backs to the world, and waits until no one else quietly puts the shell down, as if they are afraid that others will know that what is hidden in everyone's shell is the self who is very easy to be hurt.

Just now, she watched with her own eyes the whole process of putting down the shell and putting the shell on her back.

At that moment, a transmission note opened the window and entered the room.

Let's go.

The note landed on the table.

She looked at the transmission note and was stunned, and was silent for a long time, before slowly holding it with both hands, as if she was holding the heaviest thing in the world, extremely careful and timid.

Hongxue looked at her from behind, in fact, Hongxue already knew what was said in the transmission note, so she wanted to know how she would face it.

Then, as long as the past hundred and thousand years, it was so quiet that there was only her deafening heartbeat in the room.

No matter what, the content of the transmission note is still all known to her after all.

There is only a short sentence, "He said, you love me, each has its own responsibility, you say that you are in pain, I am also irritable, if it is really painful, it is better to die." ”

She sat down as if her whole body had been shattered and slid down.

Hongxue looked at her.

The ship sank, and the leaves finally shattered.

I don't know how long, maybe only a moment.

She got up from the ground, stumbled, and walked out of the house step by step, into the courtyard, into a formation that had been prepared long ago, as if walking into an abyss.

On the table in the room behind her, there was the beginning of the article she had just written, "What is so terrible about death in life?" ”

In the courtyard, there was one more corpse.

Extremely quiet, extremely silent.