[Book in the book, two lives be, enter with caution]

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August 2030.

The night was thick, it had just rained, the air was humid, and the moisture that came up was chilling. In a book bar, there are very few people left, only a few people sit in the corner reading books, and the dim light seems to create the illusion of warmth.

The girl put the novel she had just finished reading into her schoolbag, and when she was about to leave, she caught a glimpse of a figure in the afterglow, and her eyes were immediately attracted to it.

Beautiful women are always eye-catching, and girls' eyes are straight.

She sat in the corner, wearing a pale dress, her long hair hanging down, her boneless face, and the bridge of her nose was straight. The girl stared at it for a long time, and suddenly felt familiar, a bit like the ...... A beautiful screenwriter with a great reputation.

Her heart beat suddenly, and the girl thought of the novel she had just finished reading, and walked slowly over it.

"That...... Excuse me......"

She looked up.

The girl was stunned on the spot, she was really the beautiful screenwriter, she was very famous, her unique appearance and temperament were rare, and she should not admit it.

The girl was so nervous that she stammered: "I—I like your work very much, but can you sign me in the book?" ”

Sang You smiled and agreed, "Yes." ”

The girl immediately got her schoolbag in front of her, took out the novel she had just finished reading, and said incoherently: "I, I was reading this just now, I just finished reading it, and then I ran into you, I'm really lucky, oh my God, I can't believe it." ”

When Sang You saw the book, she paused, but still took the pen she handed over and signed her name on the first page.

The girl excitedly hugged the book: "Thank you!" ”

After taking two steps, I couldn't suppress my curiosity, turned around and asked, "Dada, are you and the senior okay now?" ”

Pretty good.

Sang You wanted to answer like this, but after a while, she pulled the corners of her mouth and said, "It's not very good." ”

The girl paused: "Huh? Why? Is there a relationship problem? ”

"No, it's raining heavily, let's go back."

Through the window, you can see the thick dark night rushing inside, and the sound of the rain is not real, but you can see the rain leaving meandering water marks on the glass.

The girl is gone.

Sang You looked out the window, she didn't move for a long time, she unconsciously rubbed her knuckles, feeling that the bones all over her body hurt, it seemed that every rainy day would be like this, as if awakening the body's hard memory.

If it hadn't rained, she and her seniors might have a future.

It's not just a fictional story based on wild imagination.

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Zhou Yan died.

Car accident.

In the year she was about to graduate from her senior year.

It rained a lot in Beijing that day, and there were a lot of people in Beijing, people were jammed, cars were jammed, and they couldn't move a little for a while. Passers-by who witnessed it said that the tall and thin young man crossed the zebra crossing with an umbrella, and it would be the green light of the zebra crossing, but the truck on the side suddenly rushed forward.

The rain was mixed with the smell of blood, and the driver went out of the car door and collapsed to the ground in fright.

An ambulance was called quickly.

But......

But the road was too congested to make time.

The bones hurt more and more, Sang You couldn't help but arch up, and the long-lost unwillingness began to pop up.

Zhou Yan is dead, who should she blame?

She once went to see the truck driver with a full body of anger, the driver was an old man in his early fifties, with old tears on his wrinkled face, he thought she was Zhou Yan's girlfriend and came to settle accounts with him.

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed to her in embarrassment, crying so much that his liver and intestines were broken.

He said, I was so tired that day, I took a nap in a daze, saw a green light flashing, thought the green light was on, and hit the accelerator.

He said, I will be responsible, I will lose money, I can take my life, I'm sorry...... I'm sorry......

Later, the driver was jailed for a traffic offense.

This uncle has no relatives, his son accidentally drowned in his early years, and his wife is still paralyzed in bed, the most responsible person seems to be unable to take responsibility, he spent a lifetime of effort just to live, what to be responsible for?

What should she blame?

I complained that it was raining that day, and I complained that I was stuck in traffic that day.

Complaining about the heavens and not opening their eyes, complaining about the heavens and jealous of the talents.

Sang You bent down deeply, and his spine seemed to be unable to support the weight of his body. The first year after Zhou Yan's death was also her first year of graduation.

That year, she was deeply troubled, extremely confused, and her mental state was precarious, and later when she returned to Yanshi, she went to see Zhou Yan's parents.

She had never seen Zhou Yan's parents before, the first time she knocked on the door, it was Zhou Yan's father who opened the door, the old man in his early fifties had all white hair, and when he saw her for the first time, he bent his eyebrows and smiled, saying, is it Ah Yan's girlfriend, or the first time I saw it.

Sang You was stunned in place, gritted her teeth and wanted to cry after a while, she was not, if she was braver, maybe it would be.

Zhou's father invited her into the house, made her tea, gave her fruits, and told her about Zhou Yan when he was very young, and talked for a long time, the old man seemed to be tired, and said, I have only seen you in photos, and I used to wonder why Ah Yan didn't bring you back to show us, but then I thought about it, when the time is right, I will always bring it back.

Father Zhou paused and said with a wry smile: "I didn't expect it to happen...... Such an accident, children, people always have to look forward. ”

Sang You said: "I'm not his girlfriend, but I like him very much. ”

Father Zhou was stunned, and laughed helplessly: "It turns out that he hasn't caught it yet." ”

Sang You: "I have a crush on him, he ...... Don't even know me. ”

"Why, I've seen your picture there."

This is the second time that Zhou's father has mentioned a photo, Sang You: "What photo?" ”

"There's a passport photo, and there are other photos that I saw on his phone." Dad Zhou seemed to be recalling, "Whether it's on WeChat or QQ, I don't remember it." ”

Sang You smiled bitterly: "I don't have his contact information." ”

Zhou's father was a little surprised, took out his mobile phone to show her, pointed to the WeChat avatar and said, this is Zhou Yan.

Sang You didn't have Zhou Yan's WeChat, she shook her head.

Zhou's father showed her QQ again, still pointing to the avatar and saying, this is Zhou Yan.

Sang Yu paused.

I haven't come back to my senses for a long time.

It seemed that her mood was about to collapse again, she hurriedly wanted to leave, and when she said goodbye, she hoped that her uncle and aunt would be happy in the future.

Out of Zhou Yan's house, she began to flip through her mobile phone, looking for them one by one from the list, and the moment she saw the avatar, tears hit the screen, it turned out that she already had Zhou Yan's contact information.

Her fingers trembled and she looked through it, and found that she couldn't find anything, and the avatar seemed to have been dimmed for a long time.

She flipped through the emails from memory, and found the inconspicuous one among the many emails, with only three words on it.

It's snowing.

Sang You squatted on the ground and cried bitterly without any image, her brain was throbbing from crying, and she suddenly thought of what Father Zhou said just now.

He said, your aunt has long been gone, and she has been fighting the epidemic for 21 years.

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In the book bar, Sang You's fingers curled up hard, and his bones were tense and white.

She couldn't accept Zhou Yan's death, she couldn't accept that the stars she had been chasing for a long time disappeared in the night, so she became depressed, and the outside world was rumoring that she was exhausted and willing to fall. In this sane and crazy state, she made up a novel.

"The Law of Mulberry Crush"

The novel of the same name as the crush diary is both autobiographical and diary, in which she always controls her emotions, picking and choosing in her memory, flipping through the selections, trying to go back to the past.

'Sang Yu has crossed'.

It's impossible to cross, and no one can come back again.

The opening is fake.

That hard-working, powerful, and optimistic little sun Sangyou is also fake.

'It's snowing' but it's true.

The boy she likes has crossed paths with her in moments she doesn't know, but you see, fate is so unreasonable.

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Sang You raised her head again, only to realize that her face was cold, she wiped her face with a tissue, and her eyes were biased to the window. Outside, the rain was heavier, the black clouds were surging, the thunder was heard, and the torrential rain was like a note, making it seem that the book bar was exceptionally quiet.

The phone rang.

A message from Sang Luo.

Sanglu: I'm here, come out.

Sang You looked at the door of the book bar and saw a black car parked outside, and a very tall young man stood by the car with an umbrella, looking in her direction.

Sang You picked up her bag and walked out.

Sang Luo glanced at her and said, "People always have to look forward. ”

"I know."

Everyone understands the truth, but that's about it.

The youth she writes about stops at the best of years.

Sang You in the book got what he wanted.

Zhou Yan in the book is safe and smooth, and his family is happy.

She is twenty-five years old this year, the same age as Zhou Yan.

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[Hug every baby who sees here.]

I often see you asking in the comment area whether the ending of be is a past life be or a present life, and I always don't know how to answer, because in this ending, there is no past life and this life.

About this be ending,It's not for me.,I'm a person who likes consummation.,I don't read abuse essays much.,I don't like to write a be ending.,As you said.,Life is very bitter.,Always find a little sweetness in the novel.。

This story originated in the third year of high school, and the original intention was to commemorate high school life, but I didn't write an outline, and I just went with the flow every time, so I only had 40% of the part I could control, and the control of the overall situation did not collapse, and the remaining 60% was in the hands of the characters.

In the process of writing this article, many times I felt that the characters' own ideas were too strong, and I was forced to change the original setting. There are two places that you like very much, one is the description of Sang You after 800 meters, 'The smell of Zhou Yan's body like the first snow in summer is also very good, there will be no snow in summer, but I still want to describe it like this', and the other is 'Welcome hope and marry youth'.

These are all written naturally, and when I read them after writing, I thought it was incredible, and then I saw a reader interpret the first place, 'There will be no snow in summer, and there is no Zhou Yan in Sangyou', and then I suddenly realized.

In addition to me, there seems to be someone controlling the pen, and that is my Sang You.

When I wrote more than 30 chapters, I began to think about the BE ending frequently, and then I wondered, why can't I switch Zhou Yan's perspective? Why is Zhou Yan's image so thin? Why are the scenes in the book always so unreal? Why is there nostalgia between the lines in the text?

Except for Sang You, I can't see the rest of the characters clearly, including Zhou Yan, I even asked readers in the group, what kind of person is Zhou Yan in your eyes.

I thought of the ending of the book, and it seemed that only this ending could explain everything.

Describing all this from Sang You's perspective is the ultimate direction of this story, and only this ending can improve the plot structure and logic.

I couldn't accept it myself, but I had to write. 】