Following the above, Wu Xie left, leaving Xu Tai and Mo Yu to start their own story......

This Changbai Mountain belongs to the tomb robbery notes, and it is inconvenient for the two of them to stay for a long time, so they quickly returned to the café.

The author hadn't left yet, squinting his eyes, and his delicate hand lifted his black-rimmed glasses down the corners of his eyes from time to time, looking at it from a distance, he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, too handsome as a boy, but too tender as a woman. The simple and rough linen Chinese style is too inconsistent with his age, and he is three or five years younger than Ledger, but he can show his old age like ink feathers.

Xu Tai went to the bar and ordered two cups of caramel macchiato, and Mo Yu sat in front of the author Yixuan first. Yi Xuan understood their existence, just as they could not be seen, the tip of the pen was frosted on the white paper, and Mo Yu kept his duty and did not dare to make too many times.

Xu Tai moved his chair and saw the original manuscript of the Three Teachings Diagram on the table, and unconsciously reached out to grab it, but such a light paper seemed to be fixed by a nail, and Xu Tai couldn't pick it up.

Mo Yu also began to try the taste of coffee, rubbing his fingers back and forth in the texture on the wooden table: "Xu Tai, it's useless." ”

"Okay. Then I'll take a look," Xu Tai stood up and cautiously walked to Yixuan's side.

On this page, only one person's name appeared - He Yiran.

Xu Tai was a little impatient and wanted to see the author write it, but the author just didn't write it, because it hadn't developed yet, Xu Tai couldn't understand what he wrote, except for seeing He Yiran, he didn't know anything.

Yi Xuan changed into a different person, out of the comic appearance, just a tender and indecisive handsome son, looking up at Xu Tai with a smile: "What?

"Well, how did He Yiran die?"

"Destiny, doom. You'll understand when the time comes. ”

"Can it be changed? Like Wu Xie said, don't let anyone die anymore, if you are willing to be merciful, save He Yiran, let my mother escape from that car accident, and Jiang Xin will not harm the world again. "Xu Tai's exhaustive life turned into sadness and sorrow at this time.

"I'm sorry, these people are like this, I can't change it, I changed it, why am I writing this book?" Yi Xuan showed a helpless look, although there was a trace of sentimentality in the corners of his eyes, but he would not inject too much emotion into these fictional characters.

Xu Tai twitched his nose, and his voice was hoarse because he had just now: "Then tell me, there are still people, will they die?"

Yi Xuan didn't answer, just looked up at the vast snow-capped mountains outside, played with a string of Hainan huanghuali in his hand, and let out a weird but helpless long smile.

"It's time for me to go back. Otherwise, no one will survive. ”

Refused the farewell of the two, and when leaving, Mo Yu and he said something at the door, as for what it was, only the two of them knew.

Closing the door, Mo Yu drank half a cup of coffee, too much aftertaste made him feel generation after generation of birth, old age, sickness and death, watching Yi Xuan's thin figure disappear outside, and asked Xu Tai, "See what's coming." ”

Xu Tai closed his eyes and recalled Yi Xuan's appearance: round face, gentle and sleek, unreliable in terms of money, strong coordination, but sometimes he does not believe in his words, thick eyebrows, easy to be rash, brave and unstrategic, drunk eyes, dark circles on both sides tell that he often stays up late and is not in good health. When sitting upright, the right leg is folded on the left leg, the two calves are close together, the personality is indifferent, and he always thinks that others are not mentally sound. And one last point.

Xu Tai still wanted to pretend to be a big man, but Mo Yu himself could see it: "Extreme psychology." ”

"How can you tell?" Heard, Xu Tai's teeth rattled with hatred.

"Do you think that we only look at people on the surface?

Xu Tai's eyebrows drooped, and his brows were wrinkled into figures.

"Each pen is neatly arranged, and the paper is folded obediently, which is obsessive-compulsive disorder, just like you. His tease was true in the last part, and now his gloom is also true. Although he was dressed elegantly, he had a sharp knife wound on the back of his left hand and a clean right hand, why?"

Xu Tai seems to have these things difficult for him, "He likes to self-harm, forced to write, he must protect his right hand from injury, he wants to self-harm in his obvious place, he chose his left hand, and now he is entangled on the edge of life and death." Is that all? ”

"What do you think?"

"He's a-gay. Xu Tai's face was a little gloomy.

"How can you see it?" Mo Yu also felt incredible.

"The bar lady is such a good-looking character, he doesn't look at it. ”

Mo Yu snorted, and then said, "I don't look at it either." ”

"Damn, is that the same? You're not human. ”

......

"Serious and serious, you see, he doesn't leave his mobile phone, the screen and the background are the same person, which means that he likes this person. ”

"You're not reasoning, you're gossiping...... You have to take care of the private life of other authors. Mo Yu was a little impatient.

"Hey-you're a man, hey, forget it......"

"Tell me, how did you bring him here?"

"Hey...... It's a long story......"

What Xu Tai said, Mo Yu didn't hear it at all, he held a piece of paper tightly in his hand, it was a letter with a yellow sin, and there were many dense words written on it, and Mo Yu hid him deep in his heart:

Tears, merciless but hot, kept sliding down my cheeks, laughing at myself so crystal clear, like a sharp knife, straight to the chest, rolling down, forward, deep on my monk's robe.

I try to be calm, I try not to think, who will understand? When the real dagger is inserted into the chest, you will feel warm, unprecedentedly happy, liberated, you can just let it be if you can't become a great way, you are not a bodhisattva, you can't even save yourself. You, nothing.

Your efforts have aggravated your sins, and your sweat has drowned your future. Others are better than you, others are better than you, you are Tashi Modo in the eyes of others, a hunchbacked and ugly idiot!

Everyone has to pay for the glamour on the surface, the more glamorous it is, the deeper it falls, come on, just one step, as free and easy as your senior, or flip over from the current place, or pick up your favorite saber and stab yourself. Remember to be quicker, be cruel to yourself, don't leave a trace of affection, anyway, your affection is long gone, don't leave a trace of life, the current Kuanren is just a stepping stone to repeat the mistakes of the past in the future, think about it, learn from the pain, how painful it is!

- Xu Yixuan