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August is drawing to a close, but the midsummer heat continues.
The climate of City S is full of viciousness, the winter here is bone-chillingly cold, and the summer is suffocatingly hot.
Of course, for Brother Jue who stays in the air-conditioned room for a long time and hardly goes out, these seem to have nothing to do with him...
Recently, besides being busy in the game, Feng Bujue has gradually become more involved in life. After all, there is an uninvited "roommate" in the family, and many living habits will naturally change.
In addition, the creation of his novel "Two Ends of Nightmare" has also entered the final stage. As a person who is almost morbidly paranoid about his works... Juege will fall into an extremely slow and tangled state of creation every time before the end of a long work; chapters that can be written in an hour in the past have reached this stage... maybe I have to write for a day.
Whenever this time comes, he will think of Chuck (the first generation prophet in "Supernatural Power", who records the experiences of the two protagonists as a family) at the end of the fifth season of SN - the ending is the most difficult. As long as there is a keyboard, even a monkey can type a beginning. But the ending... not so. You're always trying to do everything right down to the last minute, but you'll never be able to please everyone. Fans will want to be dissatisfied anyway, and find some unfilled holes, but since it's the end, you should be fearless and write what you really want to write.
Feng Bujue took this passage very seriously, but... the fan who was most persistent in his works, as picky, mean, and insatiable as a son... was himself.
An extremely narcissistic and perfectionist creator can easily fall into an endless loop of "self-torture". Many times, such people don't really care about other people's opinions, they are often driven crazy by themselves...
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On the morning of September 3rd, Feng Bujue sat in front of the computer and typed the keyboard quickly.
His face is calm, his fingertips are flying; he looks at the screen, and his mind wanders into the sky.
Finally, after several hours of concentrated work, he let out a long sigh of relief...
"Huh—" Feng Bujue saved the document, stretched his waist, picked up the cold cup of coffee next to the computer desk, and stood up while drinking.
"Pfft..." As soon as he turned around, he sprayed the coffee back into the cup.
"Hey... Captain, are you disgusting like this?" Xiao Ling, who was eating snacks on the sofa, immediately looked at Brother Jue with disgust and read.
"Forget it..." Ruoyu on the side continued coldly, "At least he didn't spray it directly on the ground or anyone's face."
At this moment, Feng Bujue looked around and found that Ruoyu, Xiaoling, Xiaotan, Baoqing, and An Yueqin were all sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching the home theater while talking and laughing. Judging from the number of various drinks and melon rinds and shells on the coffee table... they have been here for at least an hour.
"When did you enter the house?" Brother Jue was startled, "Why didn't I notice at all?"
"It's the nature of the earth that has distracted you." Ruoyu immediately replied blankly.
I have to say, this slot spits out very well. But among the "people" present, only she, Brother Jue, and Assas on the side could get the joke of this sentence.
"Hehe..." It was rare for Feng Bujue to be choked on by someone, he responded with a half-smile, and then joined the ranks of his friends, "I think I remembered... Today is 'bad movie marathon day' right?"
"That's right, we've already finished watching one part." Xiao Tan replied.
"Speaking of..." Brother Jue continued, "This was originally a gathering for the three of us, so why has the number of people increased now..."
"Huh?" In the next second, Ruoyu cast a sharp gaze.
"I'm here to accompany my boyfriend, can't I?" Xiao Ling grabbed Xiao Tan's arm, looked at Brother Jue with dead fish eyes, and said angrily.
"I'm here to urge the manuscript, do you have any comments?" An Yueqin also replied with a similarly threatening expression.
Hearing this, Feng Bujue hesitated for two seconds, then looked at Ruoyu, Xiaoling and Miss An respectively, and said three phrases: "Oh, yes, no problem..."
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In the next few tens of minutes, Feng Bujue seemed a little absent-minded.
It's not that he's unhappy, he just can't help but start thinking about life...
Five months ago, he was still living a nocturnal, irregular life. Disturbed biological clock, bad eating habits, lack of exercise, unknown and untreated "diseases" and so on... It is a man who is extremely negative in the face of life.
And today, five months later, Feng Bujue is living an early to bed, early to rise, healthy life... There is an extra cat in his home, and a woman that he cares about a lot; in the two worlds of virtual and real, His social circle has expanded more than ten times; another close friend of his seems to be entering the siege of marriage; his understanding of the supernatural world has also made a qualitative leap in both theoretical and practical fields...
Looking back... Feng Bujue realized that he had changed. His gloomy life seems to have added some other colors, and he was also submerged and immersed in the hustle and bustle in front of him...
Thinking of this, he suddenly discovered that the real world is not so "boring", "boring", "desperate and disgusting". Because the world itself does not have any emotionalism.
Hate, or love life... It has always been just the subjective choice and experience of human beings. If there is any objective suffering in this world, it is also caused by the mutual influence between people.
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It was almost dusk, and everyone had already left.
In the room, only Feng Bujue and Li Ruoyu were left.
At half past six, Brother Jue prepared three dishes and one soup, and Ruoyu also cleaned up the house.
They sat across from each other at the table, eating in the afterglow of the setting sun.
As usual, the two of them seldom talked during the meal and just ate in silence.
"Hmm..." Suddenly, Feng Bujue put down the chopsticks in his hand, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said, "I have something to ask you."
"Say." Ruoyu didn't realize what the other party was going to ask her, so she just responded casually.
"Can you... try... to date me." Feng Bujue asked the other party a question in a difficult tone.
At this moment, the expression on Li Ruoyu's face and the movements of his hands froze at the same time.
Then, there was nearly twenty seconds of silence.
These twenty seconds, to Feng Bujue, felt like a lifetime...
Twenty seconds later, she looked up at him, maintaining her usual calmness and indifference, and gave a short answer: "Okay." R1152
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