Inferiority.

This word seems to be engraved into Zhao Xuchang's bones, making him back down everywhere, so that he no longer dares to say love out loud.

is obviously a good brother who has played together in the slums, Qi Yingzhou has the confidence to go on a rampage, and he can say his love without scruples.

He can't.

Every year on Ling Chan's birthday, he will prepare gifts for Ling Chan.

can only dare to be in the dark, watching the treasures that others give to Ling Chan that he doesn't dare to look at. He can't send it out, it's too cheap to be worthy of Ling Chan.

In the end, I saved a wall, and I worked with Ling Chan to get rich, and the gifts became more and more expensive.

He told others that it was a gift for his girlfriend.

This is his biggest thought and offense to Ling Chan.

He said to himself that when the gifts filled a wall, he would go to Ling Chan to confess.

……

The confession was unsuccessful.

That day, he heard his good brother looking at Ling Chan's photo, and his eyebrows fluttered, "This is my fiancée!" ”

"Not yet, but soon it will be! I love her so much! I'll show her to you another day~~"

In fact, Qi Yingzhou and Ling Chan have already dissolved their marriage contract, and they have nothing to do with each other.

But Zhao Xuchang couldn't speak, he saw that Qi Yingzhou was a social elite during the day, working hard and studying, and was praised by the Huo family.

Returned home at night at night, drinking, smoking, going crazy.

The best brother, the most beloved.

His hands squeezed into his pockets, clenching the sharp edges of the box.

The pain goes straight to the heart.

……

Zhao Xuchang works at Ling Chan's company.

One morning, he met Ling Chan, at the elevator door.

Ling Chan's expression was indifferent, her head was lowered, and her face was pale from the light of the mobile phone screen.

Ling Chan's side face is so good-looking.

Ling Chan seemed to feel the gaze of someone else next to her, and turned her head with her eyebrows, but found that there was no one around.

Zhao Xuchang, who was hiding in the fire escape, breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't dare to see Ling Chan.

It's like his paintings.

He painted so many Ling Chan, side faces, and backs, but there was no real front of Ling Chan.

He didn't dare to look, he didn't dare to think, he didn't dare to draw.

He climbed eight floors and walked out of the stairwell, just when Ling Chan came from the elevator and looked at him in surprise, "How do you climb the stairs?" ”

He was out of breath and struggled to hold back his breath to look decent, "Exercise." ”

……

Zhao Xuchang learned computer programming, and when he debugged the company's products at one time, he made an electronic AI of his own.

He put Ling Chan's image data into it, so the AI has the same voice and mouth fetish as Ling Chan.

Zhao Xuchang entered his name in the empty page.

AI opening: Zhao Xuchang.

His own name, in a familiar voice and an unfamiliar intonation, he felt the happiness of shame.

Ling Chan is the moon in the sky, someone he will never be worthy to touch. He is mediocre and ordinary, and can only watch Ling Chan with others.

Ling Chan and Huo Jiuke broke up.

He was about to make a move and wanted to confess to Ling Chan again, and he asked his AI: Do you think we have the qualifications to fall in love?

AI: No.

AI: But I love you.

Same face, same voice.

Zhao Xuchang's excited heartbeat hit the tip of the knife every time.

He was silent and half-served.

He asked the AI again: Will Ling Chan like me?

AI: The program is wrong and cannot be parsed.

The AI that has been chatting with him for a while is stuck, the program is wrong, and it needs to be restarted.

Zhao Xuchang stared at the blackened page for a while and turned off the computer.

He can't go deeper into the AI anymore, this is poison and offense to Ling Chan, and it is love that transcends the boundary.

He's lost his AI lover.

……

【Li Huai】

When he was in the detention center, Li Huai always remembered his childhood.

At that time, he was still following Huo Jiuke to serve the young master's little follower.

He understands Huo Jiuke's little habits.

Huo Jiuke is very accustomed to scoring others.

As a child of a merchant family who has been trained since childhood, he is very good at evaluating the value of various projects.

Ling Chan paralyzed beside him and bit the apple, listening to him write notes and score unhurriedly, so-and-so, 70, so-and-so 60, so-and-so 80.

Ling Chan: "Oh, it's so low." ”

Huo Jiuke said: "I am giving an objective evaluation based on their ability. ”

He calmly said: "People always have to accept their imperfections. ”

Ling Chan: "Then how many points do you give me?" ”

Huo Jiuke: "...... Hundred. ”

He gave himself only 85!

Huo Jiuke lowered his eyes and said, "In the face of you, I can't be objective. ”

She doesn't work hard, doesn't study, has a poor personality, is squeamish, and never does superficial work...... But in his heart, he secretly opened the back door for her.

She's his perfect score project.

Li Huai secretly gagged about this.

He hates the world, all these people who look down on him and are superior.

Ling Chan also has no respect for him.

But he will secretly cheat on her in his heart.

But Ling Chan should not be rare.

She is the eldest lady of Jin Zun, and he is a lowly servant.

In the 21st century, why is there still the so-called humility?

Li Huai had a dream, the dream was a monstrous war, he became a young master, he had everything he wanted, Ling Chan was the sweetest gift given to him by God.

……

Ling Chan is a female agent who specializes in doing dirty things for the government.

In the spring of the eighteenth year of the Republic of China, Ling Chan received a task to seduce someone.

A professor at Yenching University, a well-known new democrat, and the sharpest pen.

Ling Chan studied carefully for half a month, and decided to hide in the dance hall, disguised as an ordinary singer, and seduced him.

Sure enough, he quickly took the bait and came to listen to Ling Chan sing every day. Ling Chan was disdainful in her heart, and she was a self-proclaimed literati, but that's it.

Ling Chan began to try to get closer to his life, but he gently but firmly refused.

Ling Chan is so angry! Ling Chan became more and more defeated, defeated and defeated, and finally plucked this kaolin flower! Ling Chan began to encourage him to change his faith and turn to the government to which you are allegiated. He refuses and takes you seriously. He said that the general trend of the country, the hard work of the people, and the ambition in his chest, Ling Chan only felt that he did not love himself enough.

Ling Chan desperately tossed herself and wanted him to feel distressed, wanted him to love himself more, and wanted him to be willing to bow his head and stand with Ling Chan for this love.

But no, he is obedient to Ling Chan, but he will never give up his soul and faith.

Once again, he wrote something that shouldn't have been written, and Ling Chan was asked to kill him.

Ling Chan finally tried to convince him, but failed.

Ling Chan was so painful, Ling Chan told herself that this pain was due to the fact that she had overturned on him again and again, because of her lack of charm, because of the failure of the mission, Ling Chan failed to complete the task, and let your country down.

Only in this way did Ling Chan have the courage to pick up the gun.

Ling Chan killed him.

Ling Chan told herself, you didn't lose him, you never had anything, he never belonged to you, he never bowed to you, he just saw that it wasn't love at all.

When he died, Ling Chan was ordered to collect and burn his manuscripts, searched the publishing house and printing house, and found all his writings.

The moonlight was shining, and Ling Chan sat on the cold floor reading his words.

The paper is full of absurd criticisms, and every word is an attack on his own government. Ling Chan angrily scolded him again and burned him clean.

Only one was an exception, Ling Chan had read it many times, and she couldn't figure out what he was writing.

I didn't even tell Ling Chan about this pen name, she was so angry.

Later, Ling Chan knew that it was a love letter he wrote to you. There is not a word to tell his feelings, as if he is careful to restrain and cherish.

……

Li Huai was a literati, a teacher who thought he had a good temper. In a life as plain as a textbook, the only hobby that is slightly out of the ordinary is to listen to the singer sing.

I like those vivid joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and I like the breath in the red dust.

especially likes the new little singer, the little girl who loves to laugh, her round eyes are clear and bright, Li Huai always can't help but give her more rewards.

The little girl came over with a smile and wanted to chat with you.

Li Huai was embarrassed and polite to refuse, he enjoyed the sense of distance and did not want to establish an intimate relationship with anyone.

Li Huai retracted the above sentence, who can refuse the cute and poor little girl, who can bear to make her sweet little dimples disappear.

Li Huai's little girl is a little lucky star, and she has often been enthusiastic to help Li Huai get rid of inexplicable attacks before, and after the two were together, Li Huai almost never encountered an attack again.

Li Huai likes her so much, she is obedient and responsive, except for ideals, Li Huai is willing to give her everything you have.

Li Huai wanted to marry her and asked her family and friends.

"My family is dead," she said with a grin, her face gone

She said that she inherited the wishes of her parents, she is an obedient child, and she will definitely follow her mother's instructions.

Li Huai knew that she was telling the truth, and was very distressed, touching her head, "I'm sorry." ”

The little girl tilted her head, not understanding why she apologized.

The situation became more and more tense, Li Huai secretly thought of a new pen name and submitted a love poem to the newspaper with the greatest image.

Li Huai tried all his pen to depict his little girl, but it was difficult to explain that she was one thousandth of a good; Everyone Li Huai wants knows how much they love her, but they are afraid that others will know.

Li Huai is restrained, cautious, careful about words, there is no love word on the paper, and there is love everywhere.

Li Huai wanted her to see it, but he didn't want her to see it; I hope she understands, but I don't want her to understand.

Li Huai's love poem was rejected.

Editor's comment: Words are nothing, clichés

It turns out that his love is such a bad thing, Li Huai sighed wistfully.

In the winter of the nineteenth year of the Republic of China, when the meeting was held, he met the enemy on a narrow road.

Li Huai volunteered to lure people away.

Li Huai was ready to die, but the bullet missed, and Li Huai was lucky to save his life.

But he still has to die, Li Huai knows it clearly.

Li Huai returned home, took his little girl into his arms, listened to her soft pleading, and gently rejected her for the last time.

You're going to die, Li Huai knows.

It doesn't matter, Li Huai's little girl is so good, he is willing to give her everything he has, including life and soul.

Good bye.

……

I woke up from the dream, and not long after, Li Huai left the detention center.

Ling Chan spoke for him and testified for him, there was no kidnapping, everything was her voluntary behavior, under Ling Chan's testimony, no matter how Qi Yingzhou tossed the lawyer, it could be this result.

Li Huai has nothing to do, he can't find a job, and he is not short of money, so he sits on the edge of his bed every day and watches the sun rise and the moon set.

The family couldn't stand it and urged him desperately.

Li Huai thought about it for a while and began to try to write.

He has no thoughts, no profound vision, he has a high education, but he is a person who has turned into the eyes of money.

Half of him studied how to make money, and he generally studied to serve people like this.

The great writer in the dream can only be a dream.

Li Huai's book was unattended.

He pondered for a moment and began to write about how to make money.

Unexpectedly well-received.

It seems that he is indeed not a person with depth of thought, and it is true that he cannot strive to be a person with depth of thought.

Li Huai calmly accepted this reality.

It doesn't matter what happens.

In fact, since he was expelled from the Huo family, the Ling Chan he was thinking about had nothing to do with him.

Li Huai's soul had broken halfway, and his body walked forward along the established avenue. It seems to be a success, an elite of society.

Only he knows what kind of scarred and crumbling soul is in his body when he pierces the delicate mask.

(End of chapter)