Ling Miao didn't dare to sleep. As soon as he fell asleep, he would dream that Su Yuyang had stopped breathing. Looking at the empty room, all the plots of the supernatural stories he had read before emerged. Ling Miao couldn't sleep even more, and he didn't dare not find something to do.
He took out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight, and under the guidance of the light, he turned on the bedroom light in seconds. Silver light filled the room, and Ling Miao's mood calmed down a lot.
After setting up the desk, Ling Miao felt a little thirsty and glanced around the room. The cup next to the computer caught his attention.
The glass is only half filled with water and the lid is placed next to the glass. Ling Miao thought that Su Yuyang forgot to cover it after drinking it yesterday.
Ling Miao didn't have the guts to go out to get water. He didn't care if the cup belonged to Su Yuyang, so he walked over and picked it up and took a sip. Just as he was about to return, his eyes were attracted by a stack of paper on the table.
There was something densely written down on the paper. Ling Miao glanced over and saw only "Chapter XX".
"The outline of the new book?" Ling Miao's eyes lit up, and the fear in his heart was dispelled by the inexplicable excitement. He picked up the full piece of paper and read it carefully.
The handwriting on the paper has two colors: black and red. The black ones are similar to plot summaries, and the red ones are suggestions. After only reading two chapters, Ling Miao was sure that this was not a detailed outline of a new book, but something similar to suggestions written by Su Yuyang for Mou. After reading one piece of paper, Ling Miao picked up another.
The order of Su Yuyang's stack of papers was with new chapters first. After Ling Miao discovered this problem, he read a few pieces of paper backwards and found that Su Yuyang's comments were to the point. If he revised them according to Su Yuyang's suggestions, this book would be It's not a masterpiece, and the results aren't terrible. Ling Miao couldn't help but envy the author of the novel on paper. He even had the idea of asking Su Yuyang to write this kind of review for him. If Su Yuyang didn't agree, he would seduce him with delicious food; if he still didn't agree, he would use stalking to beat him. This trick.
However, seeing how carefully Su Yuyang wrote it, one can imagine how much mental and energy-consuming work it was.
Ling Miao picked up another piece of paper and read it carefully. Suddenly, two words made his heart stop twice - small seconds.
"Xiao... Xiao Miao?" Ling Miao looked carefully and again to make sure he was not dazzled.
Ling Miao pulled out the bottom piece of paper from the whole stack of paper. On the top of the paper was written in red gel pen: "A Hundred Transformations into an Immortal" Detailed Outline + Someone's Suggestions.
"This... this was actually written by him for me?" Ling Miao clutched the thin piece of paper, her lips trembling as she didn't know what words to use to describe her mood at the moment. He sat slumped on the bed, looking at the hundreds of papers on the table, his breathing gradually becoming disordered.
From the first chapter to the more than 700 chapters now, almost every chapter of Su Yuyang is written on a separate piece of paper, and the more than 700 chapters are more than two million words at any rate...
"When did Su Yuyang start organizing it?"
Ling Miao looked at Su Yuyang distressedly. He rubbed Su Yuyang's pale cheeks with his fingers and cursed with a smile: "Idiot, these books are already in such a mess. What else are you sorting out? If you want to sort them out, wait until I open a new book! Damn it. , it seems that for you, I have to finish this book early! Otherwise, I will learn from you and just write an outline for the last few chapters. Hey, I always feel that after "Hundred Turns", I have to open another one, after all, it has a dark history. It's better to use less vests." If Su Yuyang could hear Ling Miao's words, he would definitely say sarcastically: "It's just a fight on the street, who cares if you have a dark history?"
Ling Miao opened his phone and pulled out his novel, and read it again based on Su Yuyang's comments.
It has to be said that Su Yuyang is a first-class author and an excellent reader. He has seen many problems in Ling Miao's novels. Ling Miao can also discover these problems himself, but he cannot read his own novels from the perspective of a reader. .
Originally, Ling Miao planned to just take a look at Su Yuyang's suggestions. Making any changes was completely self-inflicted.
Among writing, editing, and reading articles, editing is the most painful thing, and it is also the most annoying thing for Ling Miao, so sometimes he doesn't even bother to correct typos--I don't have many subscriptions anyway, so it doesn't matter whether I withdraw or not. --This is his mental state, and perhaps one of the reasons why he threw himself into the street.
But thinking that Su Yuyang had worked hard to sort out all of this, and considering his current feelings for Su Yuyang, Ling Miao felt uncomfortable not revising it, so he decided to revise it!
To read novels, use a mobile phone, and to revise, you must use a computer, so Ling Miao turned on the computer as well.
When you devote yourself wholeheartedly to something, time passes almost without feeling it.
It was also a phone call that brought Ling Miao back from his state of trance.
The person calling this time was Feng Ji.
"Hello?"
Ling Miao's voice was even worse than last night, like a broken flute that could only produce a harsh sound.
Feng Ji also guessed that Ling Miao's condition would not be very good, but when he heard it today, it was a bit worse than he imagined.
"I've found a doctor and will be there in a moment. Are you at home?"
"Doctor...doctor?"
Ling Miao didn't notice that his voice was trembling. He forced himself to say: "Why do you need to find a doctor?"
"How many days can he survive without eating or drinking?" Feng Ji rolled his eyes, but Ling Miao couldn't see it.
"Actually, I suggest you send him to the hospital directly for a beating, but this guy doesn't like going to the hospital very much. If he wakes up and finds himself in the hospital, he will definitely have a cold war with you until you kneel down and beg for mercy." Feng Ji said with deep understanding. .
"but… "
"So I said after a week!" Feng Ji explained, "Although this guy slept for three days and three nights at most, the doctor said there is no problem if he persists for a week!"
"Feng Ji, are you kidding me?" Ling Miao heard the time mentioned by Feng Ji and felt that the gap between the two times was too big. His anxiety turned into anger and he burst out.
Feng Ji suddenly sneered, and said in confusion: "Ling Miao, you surprised me. Previously you ran away from Su Yuyang. Once you understood your feelings, you stuck to Su Yuyang, for fear that Su Yuyang would disappear. Fei, this turning point is stiff and fast."
Ling Miao did not answer Feng Ji's doubts. He asked instead, "I like Su Yuyang. Was it Sister Yan who told you?"
"yes."
"Because when I understand my heart, Su Yuyang may never wake up. This feeling of getting something and losing it immediately is like holding water with your hands. No matter what method you use, the water will flow away from your fingers. . If I want to catch Su Yuyang, I must at least understand whether he hates me or not. "
"I think you should know the reason why Su Yuyang chose to be in a coma."
"I know how to do it." Ling Miao took a breath to cheer himself up, "So, as long as you untie the knot in his heart, he will wake up, right?"
"That's the theory." Feng Ji didn't dare to say it, he didn't want to...
"I understand, thank you Feng Ji."
"Ling Miao, do you already think of yourself as Su Yuyang's boyfriend?" Feng Ji said, seemingly pointing.
A thunderbolt flashed across Ling Miao's head, and Feng Ji's words chilled him to the core.
That's right, everything he is doing now is to put himself in the position of Su Yuyang's boyfriend. But if he didn't regard himself as Su Yuyang's boyfriend, what reason would he have to stay with Su Yuyang and take care of the unconscious Su Yuyang
Thinking about it more carefully, why did Feng Ji remind himself like this? Could it be that Feng Ji still doesn't give up on Su Yuyang
The thought of taking pictures flashed through his mind, and Ling Miao's hand holding the phone shook uncontrollably, making him almost unable to hold the phone.
Ling Miao's long silence made Feng Ji realize that he had said the wrong thing. He glanced at the phone screen and saw that the call status was still on. He hurriedly explained: "Ling Miao, I just hope you don't get in too deep, lest Yu Yang wakes up." After you come here, you can’t help yourself!”
Silver light flashed through Ling Miao's mind again. He looked out the window blankly and said with a wry smile: "Thank you Feng Ji, don't worry, I... understand."
You understand the yarn!
Feng Jixiang yelled at the phone, but there were several customers in the store, so he didn't dare to be too bold, so he had to suppress his emotions. After taking a few deep breaths, Feng Ji asked: "When is it convenient for you, I will bring the doctor over."
"anytime."
"I'll be right over."
Feng Ji was busier in the afternoon than in the morning. Since Ling Miao didn't care about time and he was worried about Su Yuyang, he immediately set a time.
The doctor Feng Ji found was his high school classmate.
This is not the first time this doctor has treated Su Yuyang. The last time he saw Su Yuyang, Su Yuyang was Feng Ji's boyfriend. This time Su Yuyang's "boyfriend" is not Feng Ji, but Ling Miao.
The doctor briefly checked Su Yuyang's condition and gave Su Yuyang some fluids.
The doctor still suggested taking Su Yuyang to the hospital for a checkup, but Ling Miao shook his head and refused.
After talking about some precautions, Ling Miao planned to keep the doctor for lunch, but the doctor decisively declined, and Feng Ji helplessly spread his hands.
After sending the doctor away, Ling Miao collapsed in bed, unable to do anything.
"Su Yuyang, I'm back, what's wrong with you?" Ling Miao seemed to be asking himself, "I said, are you really planning on not waking up? Oh my god! If you don't wake up, I will send you to the hospital this afternoon! Hehe, don't blame me when you wake up in the hospital!" Ling Miao didn't know if his threat had reached Su Yuyang's ears. His smile became more and more sad, but he kept smiling.
"Su Yuyang, let's make peace." Ling Miao put his hand on Su Yuyang's and held it gently, "I'm not leaving. Can you wake up? Su Yuyang, how long are you going to sleep? I said No, I won’t leave! If you don’t wake up, I’ll leave right away! If you go to a place you can never see, just wait and regret it!”
But Su Yuyang, I haven't waited for the day when you say that you don't actually hate me, how can I be willing to leave
Ling Second's five fingers tightly grasped Su Yuyang's, and then he felt something tickling his palm. He turned to look at Su Yuyang excitedly, and asked excitedly: "Su Yuyang, can you hear me? So, hurry up Wake up! I won’t leave when you wake up! As long as you don’t drive me away, I will never leave!”