After Shen Tuchuan disappeared, Ji Ting was also swallowed by the darkness. At this time, a line of words about eliminating the reader's resentment appeared in her mind, and then she didn't know anything.
When she opened her eyes again, it was bright outside the window, sparrows were chirping and jumping outside her window, and the breeze blew through the curtains, making a slight noise.
Ji Ting stared at everything in front of him, still feeling unreal. She looked at the familiar decoration, familiar bed sheets and quilts, and finally her eyes fell on a bottle of lemon perfume on the table.
This thing was bought by her friend Ji Zhouzhou who grew up in the orphanage and now lives opposite her. He said that it was rare to see such a wonderful perfume, so he must buy one as a gift for her. Although she didn't understand the logic, she still kept the perfume. Looking at this small bottle now, she finally understands why she has this smell on her body.
Looking at the mobile phone, she traveled through so many worlds, and experienced tens of thousands of years, but only an hour passed in reality.
... Everything before was just a dream, think about it, let alone the huge time difference, just referring to the thing of traveling through the world of novels, it is very impossible.
As soon as this idea popped up, she felt more and more that those previous experiences were unreal, and she couldn't even remember Shen Tuchuan's face clearly for a while. While she was in a daze, there was a sudden knock on the door, and she immediately ran barefoot to open the door. As soon as the door opened, she saw Ji Zhouzhou with her hands full.
"Help quickly, I'm exhausted!" Ji Zhouzhou wailed and was about to fall to the ground.
Ji Ting quickly took the things in her hand, and was surprised as she walked into the house: "Why is it so heavy? What did you buy?"
"A director made an appointment with me for the script of ancient puppets, so I went to buy some materials about ancient times. As a result, I encountered a discount at a fruit shop on the way, so I bought some more fruits and wanted to send them to you. It was raining outside. The book seems to be wet, please show me if there is nothing wrong." Ji Zhouzhou rubbed his arms with a sad face, and he was completely unwilling to move after sitting on the sofa.
Ji Ting had no choice but to put the fruit in the refrigerator first, and then come back to help her take out the information books from the bag and put them on the table, and then said: "It's not easy for you to be screenwriters, you have to do this every time you start work." Be prepared."
She paused after she finished speaking, and was stunned when she saw the last book in the bag. Ji Zhouzhou followed her gaze, and after seeing the old romance essay with poor paper quality, he took out the book in embarrassment: "I haven't read this kind of essay for a long time. It was on the street stall, so I couldn't resist buying a copy."
After she finished speaking, she glanced at the cover of the book: "Deep Infatuation"? The name sounds like a dog. I'll read it when I'm free."
Ji Ting looked at her with straight eyes, and suddenly asked after a while: "Zhouzhou, have I never read this kind of novel?"
Ji Zhouzhou nodded: "You don't like to watch these things, you don't even bother to watch my dramas, how can you watch this kind of bloody novels."
Ji Ting looked at her immediately: "Is this novel one of the series? Are there other novels called Chi Chi?!"
"... I don't know, I just bought it casually," Ji Zhouzhou rarely saw her so excited, he was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly comforted her, "Don't worry, I'll take a look for you."
As Ji Zhouzhou said, he took out his mobile phone and started searching. After searching, he exclaimed: "Really, there are so many books, all of which are called Chi Chi or something. The author is too lazy, so he changed his name."
Ji Ting's heart was beating wildly, and she grabbed her mobile phone and began to flip through the author's column, the more shocked her eyes became. It really wasn't a dream before! Otherwise, how could she have more plots of novels that she has never read after waking up? !
"What's the matter with you? Could it be that the author is your ex-boyfriend?" Ji Zhouzhou frowned after finishing speaking, "No, you haven't been in a relationship before, could it be an enemy?"
"...Give me the book in your hand." Ji Ting looked at her.
Ji Zhouzhou immediately gave the book to her, and Ji Ting opened it for a quick glance, making sure that he hadn't passed through this world, so after knowing nothing about the content, great joy spread in his heart.
"What's wrong with you?" Ji Zhouzhou became more and more uneasy.
Ji Ting held her hand excitedly, and suddenly changed his words: "It's okay, I'm just happy, I have something to do, you go back first."
She had better not talk about such strange things as wearing a book, lest Zhou Zhou think that she is mentally ill and that Shen Tuchuan cannot be trusted. On the one hand is the person she will spend her whole life with, and on the other hand is the friend she has long regarded as a relative, and she still hopes that the two can get along well.
"Oh..." Ji Zhouzhou moved her book out ignorantly, and when the door closed behind her, she stood in the corridor, looking suspiciously at the "Deep Infatuation" stacked on top of her bosom.
A gust of wind blew, and the pages of the book were turned over. She tilted her head, looked at a name on it and read: "Gu Juanshu... the name is quite nice."
As soon as the words fell, the door behind her opened again, Ji Ting frowned and looked at her: "Why don't you give me the novel."
"Why?" Ji Zhouzhou didn't understand.
Ji Ting pursed his lips: "I think the books in this series are too evil, in case you read it..." Halfway through the words, there was a sudden silence.
Ji Zhouzhou was curious: "What will happen after watching it?"
"... It's okay, you can go back." It was also a coincidence that she transmigrated through the book, and now the readers' grievances are gone, so it's impossible for Zhou Zhou to time travel after reading a novel, right
Thinking of this, she pushed the bewildered Ji Zhouzhou back home, turned around and went back to the house to search for the name Shen Tuchuan. Information leaks are serious in modern society. Generally, if you enter a name, you can more or less find the information of the other party. With this expectation, Ji Ting began to search.
However, after trying several browsers, there was still nothing. Ji Ting looked at the phone blankly, not knowing what to do next. After being silent for a long time, she suddenly thought of something and clicked on the author's column: Well, little girl, this author should be a girl.
Regardless of whether the author is a girl or a boy, one thing is certain is that she must know Shen Tuchuan. Ji Ting found his way, regained his energy, and began to search for information about the little girl.
However, this author is like Shen Tuchuan, who obviously has so many novels, but has not left any information on the Internet. No matter how she searches, she can only find the articles in the column. Things got stuck in a bottleneck again. After she had a headache for a long time, she thought that Ji Zhouzhou was the screenwriter, and she and Xiao Rou Niang were considered colleagues, so she sent her a message asking if she could find Xiao Rou Niang's information.
It took a long time for Ji Zhouzhou to reply. The answer was to ask a few friends of the author. They didn't know much about Little Routine than Ji Ting.
Ji Ting was completely hopeless, wandering around the room like a trapped animal, and sat down dejectedly after a long time, and he didn't recover for a long time.
From this day on, she began to search every novel of Little Rouniang, hoping to find some clues from these stories, hoping to find Little Rouniang herself. She rummaged through the plots that had been etched in her heart time and time again, and gradually she found some information.
She found that in Xiao Rouniang's article, there are many descriptions of scenes, which are some architectural scenes in this city, so it can be inferred that this person should live in this city, and Shen Tuchuan himself, if there is no accident, should not be too far away . After learning that the author was so close to him, Ji Ting finally started to go out. While searching for novels to read, he wandered around the most crowded places in the city, hoping to meet Shen Tuchuan by accident.
However, this idea is too difficult to realize. She searched again and again, but failed again and again. The weather gradually changed from winter to spring, but she found nothing.
Life seems to be back on track. She still eats on time, sleeps on time, and goes to work on time every day. It seems to be the same as before. Only she knows that every night she is tossing and turning, and her mind is full of images of getting along with Shen Tuchuan .
When she was getting discouraged and felt that she would never see others in this life, suddenly one evening, when she came home from get off work, she saw a car driving towards her in front of her. In the second world, Shen Tuchuan picked up his classic car every day.
When the car stopped in front of her, her footsteps stopped instantly, her heart started beating wildly, and she even forgot to breathe for a while, but when a middle-aged man came down from inside, she suddenly lost again, lowered her eyes and moved forward. Walk.
When passing the middle-aged man, I suddenly heard him ask: "Excuse me, is this Miss Ji Tingji?"
Ji Ting stopped and looked at him suspiciously: "Are you?"
"My young master would like to invite Miss Ji to visit, do you have time now?" The middle-aged man asked gently.
Ji Ting's heart that had been silent for a moment began to pound again: "May I ask who is your young master?"
"Have you heard of the name Shen Tuchuan?"