The Rescue Of The Tragic Villain Is In Progress

Chapter 31: Rewrite the ending

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Shen Liang's brain was so confused that he habitually ignored the system prompts. Drowsy and drunk under the influence of alcohol, he clasped Shao Fanhan's hand tightly and sunk deeply into the bed.

Panting, sighing.

Hugs, kisses.

He felt that he had had a long dream, in which the scenes were strange and bizarre, but finally calmed down. Hug the person next to you and fall asleep, feeling warm and compatible.

The clock on the wall is ticking, symbolizing the passage of time.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"

Shen Liang was woken up by a rapid knock on the door early in the morning, as if someone was calling him outside, urging him to die. He was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes. He frowned and turned over in a daze: "Who..."

Zhang Ma is old and has a gentle temper. She never knocks on the door so hastily.

Shen Liang was too sleepy to move, but the knock on the door outside became louder: "Shen Liang! If you don't open the door, I will call the police!"

Call the police…

What to call the police

When Shen Liang heard these two words, his mind finally became clearer. He tried to open his eyes and got up from the bed. He opened the quilt angrily and got out of bed. He was about to see which bastard dared to disturb his sleep. However, before he took two steps, he was caught off guard and hit his leg by the coffee table at his feet. He fell on it with a thud. On the ground—

"Hiss..."

Fuck his uncle.

Shen Liang covered his knees and couldn't help but gasped, wondering what the hell tripped him. However, it didn't matter. When he discovered that the thing that tripped him was a white coffee table, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He froze on the spot, and the color on his face instantly faded.

This is not his room…

To be precise, it was not the one where he and Shao Quhan lived, but the house that Shen Liang lived in the real world.

But how is it possible…

how can that be possible

Shen Liang subconsciously wanted to get up from the ground, but as if all his strength had been drained, he fell back down.

The knocking on the door became more urgent: "Shen Liang! Are you in there?!"

how can that be possible

How could he return to the real world

Shen Liang stumbled up from the ground with a pale face. He touched the hard edges of the coffee table and then the soft bed. His face was still in disbelief. Finally, he threw himself in front of the mirror and slapped himself hard.

There was a crisp sound of "pop", and the whole world fell silent.

Shen Liang turned his head away, a bright red slap mark appeared on his pale side face, his ears were buzzing, and he maintained that posture without moving for a long time.

The person outside the door made a final announcement: "If you don't open the door, I will kick you -"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a soft click and the door opened. Shen Liang stood behind the door with a pale face, his eyes were blue and black, and he seemed to have lost his soul.

A man stood outside the door, raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw this, and slowly retracted his hand that was about to knock on the door. He was tall and tall, with elegant appearance, but his words had a poisonous tongue that did not match his appearance: "It's so rare, I thought you died suddenly."

After saying this, he gently shook his right hand which was used to knock on the door.

Shen Liang's mind was completely blank now, and he was completely unable to answer any of his questions. Seeing that it was Chu Xinian, he asked slowly, "Why are you here..."

Chu Xinian and Shen Liang are both authors of a literary website. They are also friends in real life and have a good relationship, but they spend most of their time communicating online.

After hearing this, Chu Xinian went straight into the room and sat down on the sofa. He crossed his legs, then gestured to the manuscript in his hand, and said concisely: "Academic exchange."

When he said this, his expression was subtle and he seemed a little reluctant.

Shen Liang paused when he heard this and stared at him quietly: "...Are you not mentally ill?"

Chu Xinian writes serious dramas, and every word in his works is as rigorous as academic research. Shen Liang had read a few chapters before, but he always felt like he was going to fall asleep in history class, so he gave up in the end.

Shen Liang felt that Chu Xinian's books were really bad, and smelled worse than the old lady's footbindings.

Chu Xinian felt that Shen Liang's book was simply bloody and was a scum in the world of online literature.

In short, none of them looked down on the other.

Chu Xinian came out of nowhere today and said he wanted to have "academic exchanges" with Shen Liang. It was simply a fantasy.

"I don't want to, but the editor said that my book lacks some hot elements. Let me ask you... for advice." Out of his own quality, Chu Xinian resisted the urge to roll his eyes and put down a thick manuscript. On the table, the meaning was obvious, let Shen Liang help "Zhang Zhangyan".

Shen Liang was not very energetic right now, so he responded slowly: "Oh, just put it there, I'll look back for you."

Chu Xinian picked up the water glass on the table and put it back again when he saw there was dust floating in it. After thinking about it for a while, he still said seriously: "I have been writing this book for five years. Please read it carefully."

Unlike a heartless author like Shen Liang, Chu Xinian is very serious about every character in his book, so serious that he could spend five years revising and revising it before he could write a manuscript.

Shen Liang didn't even bother to sit on the sofa and sat directly on the carpet. He picked up Chu Xinian's manuscript and took a look at it. He saw four powerful words written on the cover -

"A Thousand Years of Marquisship".

Shen Liang twitched his lips: "Oh, it looks like your style."

He used to love to smile, but for some reason, even his smile became very forced now.

Chu Xinian glanced at him, raised his head and asked him: "How do you feel after sleeping for two days and two nights?"

Shen Liang was stunned when he heard this. He subconsciously looked for his phone, opened the screen and looked at the time. He found that he had actually slept for two days and two nights. He couldn't help but be stunned: "How do you know?"

Chu Xinian said calmly: "Oh, it's nothing. I haven't seen you arguing with the readers for two days."

Shen Liang's books are scolded, and his people are not much better. However, he is always keen on arguing with readers and regards this behavior as fun. There must be a tear every day, no matter the wind or rain.

Whenever Chu Xinian gets bored, he will click into Shen Liang's comment section to watch, just as a condiment in his busy life.

Shen Liang knew that Chu Xinian's dog mouth couldn't spit out ivory, so he sneered when he heard this: "I don't want to fight anymore, can't I?"

"Okay," Chu Xinian changed his sitting position and pointed at the trash can, "But your trash already smells bad. It must have been at least two days since it was thrown away."

The smell in the house is quite strong.

Shen Liang wiped his face silently: "Are you here just to remind me to take out the trash?"

Chu Xinian smiled: "That's not entirely true. Let me confirm whether you are still alive. After all, it seems a bit tragic that a person dies suddenly at home and no one knows about it."

This is an era where loneliness is engraved in one’s bones. If a person who has no blood relatives and does not like to socialize quietly dies at home one day, no one will even know if the body smells bad.

This is probably one of the meanings of the word "social", not to relieve loneliness, even if it is just for someone to discover your death.

Shen Liang paused when he heard this. He didn't know who he thought of, his chest rose and fell for a moment, and he didn't speak for a long time. The messy hair covered the look in his eyes, and also covered up his distant memories in another world.

Chu Xinian noticed his abnormal mood from the moment he walked in, but couldn't figure out the reason. When I think about what happened during this period, I can only attribute it to the novel "Bad Love" -

It seems that many readers are clamoring and protesting in the comment area, asking Shen Liang to rewrite the ending of a villain in the book.

But according to Chu Xinian's understanding of Shen Liang, it is unlikely that he would change the ending: "Are you still thinking about the villain?"

Shen Liang finally reacted after hearing this. He slowly raised his head and looked at Chu Xinian: "...who?"

This word is dry and astringent, with a subtle tremor.

It was impossible for Chu Xinian to read Shen Liang's bloody literature. At best, he just found it more fun to watch Shen Liang argue with readers. But fortunately, he has a good memory. After thinking for a moment, he remembered the name that readers always have on their lips. He frowned and said uncertainly:

"Shao... quilt Han?"

Shao, Quilt, Han...

When he read these three words slowly, he felt like he was in another world. Shen Liang couldn't even tell whether this person really existed or if he was just a figment of his dream.

Shen Liang blinked hard, took a breath, and wanted to answer something to Chu Xinian, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't spit out a word: "..."

What should he say

Shen Liang couldn't help but clenched his fingertips. Should he say that he had had a ridiculous dream, or should he say that he had really been to that world

But when he left, he didn't even have time to leave a word to Shao Fanhan, and the system completely disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

There is no proof of their existence...

Shen Liang didn't want to cry in front of Chu Xinian, a man with a vicious tongue. It would be too embarrassing. He buried his face deeply into his palms and said hoarsely and vaguely: "Well, maybe..."

Chu Xinian stood up from the sofa and frowned. He glanced at the slap mark on the side of Shen Liang's face and said slightly worriedly: "Shen Liang, you are acting strange today."

Shen Liang didn't refute. He slowly buried his face in his arms and said in a low voice, "Maybe..."

But he still wanted to say something, even if it was just to find a glimmer of recognition.

"I seem to have traveled through time into my novel..."

His topic jumped too fast, but Chu Xinian still managed to keep up, and said with a faint smile: "Time travel? Is it new material for your next work?"

Shen Liang slowly raised his head when he heard the words, and Chu Xinian found that his eyes were a little red, and there seemed to be something unknown hidden in them. One glance made people feel heavy: "I said I traveled through time. Do you believe it in the novel I wrote? "

Chu Xinian: "I don't believe it."

He also despised Shen Liang's brain. He circled his slender fingertips towards his temples and said slowly: "Sleeping for too long will cause the brain to think slowly. You can understand that you have made a more realistic picture of yourself." Meng, don’t talk nonsense like this again, I will suspect that you have never studied.”

When Shen Liang heard this, his eyes darkened with anger and he almost fell to the ground. He managed to hold the table with his hands: "Chu Xinian, you bastard!"

The bastard raised his hand to straighten his clothes and prepared to leave. Before leaving, he left a message: "There will be an offline exchange meeting in two days. Let's have dinner together then. Don't forget it. Also, I Please remember to read the book carefully."

After saying that, he left the house and closed the door thoughtfully.

With a soft click, the room became completely silent.

Shen Liang sat alone on the floor, not caring about Chu Xinian's departure. He slowly raised his head and looked at the ceiling above, as if waiting for something, but he didn't see the person he wanted to look at until his neck was sore.

"system… ?"

Shen Liang spoke softly, and the final sound gradually disappeared in the air, but no one responded to him.

"system-"

Shen Liang's voice was louder, hiding a hint of helplessness and panic that he didn't know he had, but still no one answered him.

"system!"

Shen Liang's eyes suddenly turned red and he banged the table hard. Veins popped out on his forehead. He yelled into the air almost hoarsely: "You should fucking come out!"

"Come out!"

At least tell him that this is not a dream, Shao Fanhan really existed, really existed...

There was no warning when he crossed over, and there was no warning when he left. At the very least, he was allowed to leave a message to Shao Fanhan and give him some advice. That person finally escaped from his original bad life, what should he do if he goes back to it

Shao Fanhan finally quit taking the medicine, what if he starts taking it again

He is afraid of the dark and cannot sleep every night. What should he do if he leaves by himself

Shen Liang ran his fingers through his hair and slowly tightened it. He didn't even dare to think about what the world would look like after he left. A tear rolled down his eyelids and fell onto the floor, leaving a tiny wet mark.

Shen Liang was trembling all over. He even began to suspect that those short few months were just a dream he had. Shao Fanhan was fake, the system was fake, and the story was also fake.

But that person clearly existed in such a real way and lived in his memory.

Is it really a dream

This realization drained Shen Liang of all his strength in an instant. He closed his eyes in pain, unable to accept this answer. It wasn't until I accidentally saw the computer on the desk that I stumbled up and opened the novel website with trembling fingertips.

He hasn't logged in for two days, and the comment area has accumulated a lot of unread messages, but the contents are all the same. One after another pops up.

One person's blood letter changed the ending of Shao Quhan! Is it worth it to make yourself so miserable because of a little white girl like Shen Yan? !

Although I know that this is the author's consistent style, emmm, this is too bloody.

The dog author doesn't change the ending and curses you for eating instant noodles without seasoning packets

Thousands of blood books changed the ending! Author, don’t act stupid!

I haven't been online for two days. I don't know where to go to relax. This ending is really disturbing.

Shen Liang read the comments one by one and sat in front of the computer for a long time without moving. He slid the mouse and clicked on the last chapter of the extra chapter belonging to Shao Quhan, and a paragraph of text that was familiar to his bones slowly came into view -

The last time Shen Yan saw Shao Quhan was in the hospital. He stood outside the corridor, looked through the window, and found that the man who once covered the sky with one hand in City Z was sitting in the coldest corner of the floor, holding his knees with his hands, motionless.

Shao Fanhan is not dead, nor is he stupid, he is just crazy...

He had gone crazy many years ago, but later he went completely crazy in order to get Shen Yan...

This is Shao Fanhan's ending.

This is... the ending Shen Liang once gave him...

In just a few strokes, he has written all the wounds he has suffered over the years.

Shen Liang sat in front of the screen, and his vision began to blur uncontrollably. He lowered his head without saying a word, his fingertips sank into his palms, and veins popped up on his forehead. He was trying to endure something. Tears fell into the gap of the keyboard along his red eyes, blurring the letters on it.

"Shao Quhan..."

He suppressed the sobs in his throat and his shoulders shook,

"sorry… "

sorry…

He once wanted to take him out of the abyss, and also wanted to give him a happy ending that everyone would envy. But the story ended too hastily, before he had time to write, and Shao Fanhan couldn't wait for his ending.

Shen Liang's fingertips covered the keyboard, almost trembling, as he deleted Shao Fanhan's ending word by word. He repeated this action almost numbly, but when the last word was left, he couldn't do it anymore.

He liked Shao Fanhan so much that he couldn't bear to change him at all. He didn't even want to delete half a word or punctuation mark. I just want to clear away those tragedies and leave a clean Shao Quhan.

But it was those tragedies and pains that shaped Shao Quhan.

Such a character shaped by pain and darkness...

How many words should he use to describe the person in his heart exactly...

The readers on the other side of the screen were still upset about Shao Quhan's ending; while Shen Liang, on the other side of the screen, finally began to rewrite the story.

He feels that the ending in his mind this time should satisfy readers.

However, after sitting in front of the desk for a long time, I couldn't finish the words.

The document was clean and devoid of anything, just like Shen Liang's current heart, which was empty and blank.

The sky was getting darker little by little, and the light and shadow were changing and wandering on the floor. The man who had been sitting quietly at the desk for a long time seemed to finally realize the passage of time. He moved his stiff body, raised his hand to turn off the computer, and prepared to go to the bathroom to wash up.

He deleted everything, but couldn't even add a word.

Shen Liang ate something randomly to fill his stomach. When I went into the bathroom to take a shower, my brain was still confused. He took off his clothes in front of the mirror, thinking that he would never stay up late again or have such a ridiculous dream again...

The shower was turned on, the heat filled the air, and the mirror quickly became foggy.

Shen Liang wiped it twice out of habit until a clear spot appeared, then slowly lowered his hand. However, his gaze inadvertently passed over his right shoulder, and he found a shallow tooth mark on it, and he was stunned.

“…”

For a moment, Shen Liang suspected that he was dazzled. He rubbed his shoulders, wondering why the wounds that Shao Fanhan had bitten appeared on his body in the real world, with a look of surprise and astonishment.

After a few breaths, Shen Liang's eyes turned red uncontrollably.

That's not a dream...

He didn't dream...

The author has something to say: System: I will come back again, do you understand

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