Li Yan chose to be tenacious on the verge of life and death.

"I'm not a wild dog... I'm just reading his book..." Li Yan had a tinkling face and tentatively touched his phone while cursing, "The dead eunuch of the wild dog is so talented, I want to fuck him to death."

"You are!" Lin Shanpu grabbed the phone with a twitch, scratched the screen hard, and gradually gritted his teeth, "This software is the writer's assistant, only the author has it."

"……………” Li Yan wiped his sweat.

Damn, this woman is more flexible than when she vaults in physical education.

Even a fight between literature and martial arts can't be defeated...

Li Yan had to smile and stretch out his hand: "It's all classmates, so I have to say something..."

Lin Shanpu shrank, but his body alertly protected his cell phone.

After the initial surprise.

The murderous aura gradually emerged.

She squinted her eyes and stared at Li Yan, held the railing, and slowly got up.

During this process, the temperament and expression of the whole person are visible to the naked eye, as if accompanied by some epic symphony, and there is a feeling of... the arrival of evil ghosts.

And it was the evil ghost who finally found the enemy and the great revenge would be avenged.

Li Yan swallowed his saliva in panic, and his Adam's apple couldn't help but retreat.

Until his back hit the inner door of the car, he had no choice but to retreat.

Not good, it was caught by readers in reality.

I'm afraid I'm going to be fucked to death!

etc.

Li Yan opened his mouth and suddenly thought of something.

What I wrote is not a novel that girls read.

Occasionally, it’s a bit astringent, and you’ll drive every 500 words.

that is……

"Lin Shanpu, you..." Li Yan calmed down his mind, narrowed his eyes and looked forward, his eyebrows gradually became deeper, "Do you like to read this kind of work? I remember when I read your model essay in Chinese class, didn't you claim to only read novels like "Hundred Years of Solitude"?"

"!" Lin Shanpu shrank, his face turned red after a flash of cry.

She had originally captured the eunuch author, but she suddenly lost all her momentum.

Li Yan was so stable that he grabbed his phone with one touch.

"The water of the well does not interfere with the river." Li Yan lowered his head and wiped his phone with his cuffs, "If you don't tell others my pen name, I won't reveal your hobbies."

"..." Lin Shanpu clenched his fists and became disgusting.

Unwilling to accept it, unhappy, but powerless.

I really want to bully it again.

Only then did Li Yan realize that she was depressed when she got the first place in the monthly exam, probably because of the eunuch's new work just now.

For her, is my novel more important than the first place in the exam...

"Why can't others know?" Lin Shanpu turned his head and bit his lip for a long time before he squeezed out a sound, "It's obviously very well written..."

This is the first time that Li Yan has received in-person praise.

He didn't know how to deal with it, so he subconsciously rubbed the back of his head wildly and hesitated: "Thank you...but I'm an old eunuch..."

"What's wrong with the eunuch? It's still growing." Lin Shanpu seemed to be suddenly infused with courage. He grabbed Li Yan's shoulders and kept nodding, "I started from the second year of junior high school. The most difficult days were all supported by the stories of wild dogs!"

Li Yan swallowed violently and spitted: "The second year of junior high school... did you start reading my first book?"

"Yes, "Elie's Country Life." Lin Shanpu seemed to think of something very sad, and gradually lowered his head, "Elie and the little animals were obviously so happy... Meow Siqi was about to give birth to a kitten... Why did it end suddenly... at least let the kitten come to this world..."

Lin Shanpu said and wiped the corners of his eyes: "I cried for a long time that day... and blocked the wild dog, and sweared not to see it for the rest of my life..."

Looking at her appearance, Li Yan couldn't help feeling sad, and for the first time he felt physical guilt.

"But as soon as I saw a new book... I clicked it without thinking..." Lin Shanpu raised his head and looked at Li Yan with grievance and reluctance, "It's still so interesting, still so happy, still so short!!!"

Li Yan was so panicked that he rubbed the back of his head wildly, "That's how it is, it will be consumed soon..."

As he was talking, the radio in the car rang.

"Holly Street, I'm here, passengers who transfer to Line 8, please..."

Li Yan hurriedly followed the crowd and did not dare to look at Lin Shanpu. He deliberately muttered casually: "I'm here to stand, I'm here to keep it secret."

After escaping from the carriage, he remembered that Lin Shanpu should have stopped here.

Turning back suddenly.

Lin Shanpu was still standing in the carriage.

Holding the handle motionlessly.

He looked at himself unwillingly.

Let the car door close and drive far away from the station.

It took Li Yan a lot of time to get out of his daze.

In front of me, there was only an empty and dark tunnel.

It makes readers feel sad...

So that's how it is.

...

As an old community, No. 1 Holly Street is quite spacious, but now it is full of cars, making it difficult for people to have the desire to take a walk.

Li Yan walked into the door opening of Unit 3 of Building 7, stepped on the dark green paint-falling old elevator, and pressed 14.

Unlike most classmates, he rented a house by himself.

It’s not that the family is broken, it’s just that his family is too far away.

During the high school entrance examination, I saw that the name Yinghu High School was very cool. In previous years, the college entrance examination scores were not bad, so I just signed up. As a result, I was admitted and found that it took one and a half hours to commute one way every day, and three hours to go back and forth.

So Li Yan promised his parents that he would study for three more hours a day, and it took him a long time to have the privilege of renting alone.

Although it is just a small one-bedroom apartment facing east with 20 square meters, it is better than wasting life on the bus.

After getting off the elevator, he walked to his door, touched the key and opened the lock, and he couldn't help but look at the next door.

Opening the high-end brown security door is Lin Shanpu’s home.

The agent introduced that it was a sunny and large four-bedroom apartment.

When we first chatted, Lin Shanpu seemed to say that he was living alone.

At that time, Li Yan thought that if he rented a house, he would not be able to use this big one alone.

However, he didn't ask too much, just staying at "knowing", as more people are wasting emotions.

Thinking about Lin Shanpu's resentful expression in the car when the subway left the station...

I'm afraid I've hated myself to death.

Alas, everyone is a passerby anyway, so if you hate it, just hate it.

Li Yan entered the house and ran into the door, threw down his schoolbag, and threw himself on the old cloth sofa.

He tilted his head and started to daze.

What’s irritating is that the empty TV wall in front of me is more and more like the windows of a subway car...

Lin Shanpu's resentful eyes appeared again.

Li Yan had no choice but to turn around and close his eyes.

never mind.

Let's close the pen.

Although I like it, I enjoy it, and I have a little talent.

But it is impossible to really become a novelist.

The Wild Dogs’s republishing works only makes more people uncomfortable.

So is Lin Shanpu.

It just happened to become a classmate, neighbor and reader.

It is impossible to do anything, even an expression is redundant.

Li Yan turned around, patted his hands on his belly, looked up at the dim ceiling, and muttered to himself.

"The cruelest joke ever made by fate is-"

"Occasionally let ordinary people see out-of-reach dreams."

Speaking of this, he suddenly got up again, took out a notebook from the coffee table and hurriedly wrote down the sentence.

It is also the habit of the novel authors to write down any interesting things.

After writing this sentence, Li Yan realized that he had just abandoned this identity.

Stand up, throw away the notebook, pat your face, and take a deep breath.
Chapter completed!