our mountain

Waking up from the bed seemed like a long dream.

Li Shoujie dreamed that she no longer had a surname. Her name was Shoujie, holding a sword, and soaring in the sky—it stands to reason that she didn’t often read certain novels about cultivating immortals, nor did she play games, or even Xianxia TV drama.

But this is also just a dream.

Get up and wash up, go to the class meeting that the counselor insists on holding this semester, WeChat keeps sending messages, the counselor opens the curtains and looks at the two girls in the dormitory who are running outside biting biscuits, frowning as if watching zombies entering the city : "Go and lock the door, let them eat outside before coming in."

The people outside yelled: "Teacher! Teacher! You are so cute, you are the best! We are all finished!"

Taking advantage of this time, Li Shoujie glanced at his phone.

It's from my school girl.

"I'm sorry to bother you, I know you don't like me, but I really want to tell you my heart..."

Sighed.

Li Shoujie has a beautiful face that would be suspected of being a star when he goes out. He is tall and tall. Although his personality is a little alienated, but if you look closely, you will find that she is a gentle girl who will give hot milk to schoolgirls during their menstrual period... and because he often participates in activities, I met a lot of people... and received a lot of confessions.

There are men and women.

The girls had already poured into the classroom, and the one who was about to reply paused and turned the phone upside down.

At the end of a busy day, she finally remembered to go back to WeChat, but new messages came up one after another, drowning out the news of the school girl.

It was from Shen Xiyi's assistant.

"I'll pick you up tonight."

Another sigh.

A paralyzed younger sister, a demented younger brother, and a crazy mother who is so fierce that dogs dare not mess with her.

This is her life.

When I went back, I had to turn over and wipe my sister who was paralyzed and didn’t know whether she was dead or alive. I went to look for my delirious brother who was tricked by a group of children throwing stones and was grazing. Then I ran into my mother who was arguing with a street vendor in the vegetable market.

"Your mother's stinking lunatic stay away from me! Crazy thing! Li Shoujie, take your mother away!"

My mother went crazy a long time ago. She always yelled that the world was fake and she was already dead... She firmly believed that she was a dead person, and she firmly believed that she had an older child named Ling Xiao who was killed by her own hands. died.

But everyone knows that the mother's first child is her, and the mother does not know whose child she regards as her own.Li Shoujie thought that she was an unqualified eldest daughter, and her mother only had that illusory child named Ling Xiao in her heart.

The younger brother Li Congming was named by a fortune teller. He looks normal, but the husband said he is a child who is insane. Sure enough, when he grows up, his family is poor and cannot afford much meat, but he still doesn’t know what to eat and looks like that Fat, never said a complete sentence, only saw her, ah ah laughed, she took off the ball of thistle that was thrown all over him in distress, and told him not to go out and play with those bad boys again.

He took out a crumpled and shiny candy wrapper from his trouser pocket, and shouted at her.

But even so, his eyes are dull, as if there is no soul living in his body, just like his sister who is always paralyzed.

His mother always fights with others, his younger sister has no one to take care of him, and his younger brother is always bullied. Li Shoujie, who relies on loans and scholarships, work-study programs and part-time jobs after school, still wants to move away and go to a more peaceful place.

So no one knew that the withdrawn, gentle and excellent Li Shoujie, who refused to agree to anyone's confession, took a bottle of water from a car at the school gate.

That was the beginning of her acquaintance with Shen Xiyi.

Shen Xiyi was born for love, she was a perfect lover, her family was rich, she inherited a large amount of inheritance out of thin air, she chased her love every day, she loved idly, she was not the same type of person as Li Shoujie.

Go out from home, then go around to school, lock up the worn-out bicycle, and look for Shen Xiyi's red Ferrari.

The driver was expressionless in the car. In the back seat, a charming red-haired woman stretched out her hand and took her hand accurately: "Six fifty-two, you came just in time. Shall we have dinner together?"

"Eat it, I'll just watch you eat."

"I want to go shopping."

Li Shoujie really wanted to blurt out, what kind of street is a blind man shopping... But she held back, she couldn't discriminate against blind people, she just had some natural resentment towards the benefactor, but it dissipated in an instant, Shen Xiyi was better than everyone else, she was unmarried, for a period of time There is only one lover, and she does not do illegal things. It is a good deal for her to sell herself for her family, and she should not be dissatisfied.

Shen Xiyi's eyes are blind, but she refuses to wear sunglasses to reveal her identity as a blind person. She is obviously blind, but her eyes are still much more powerful than Li Congming's... It's like a hallucination.

Shen Xiyi stretched out his blind stick from the car and shook it, leaning on the ground with precision.

"Oh, Xidan, it's just in time to come, let's go eat grilled fish together."

No one told her that this is Xidan, but she seems to have her own radar, and she can accurately pass through the long queue of HEYTEA. Occasionally, the blind stick will hit the small yellow car on the blind road, but she can still walk in a short stagger. Step back and dodge gracefully.

"How do you see clearly?" Li Shoujie still couldn't help asking.

"The eyes are blind, but the heart is not blind. Xiao Shoujie, help me, I can't see the stairs."

Shen Xiyi's smile was wanton, like a burning fire, her red hair hung down her shoulders, and her voice was soft: "I want to drink soda."

"Is it still Sprite? Apple flavor? Don't you think about Coke?"

"No."

She is helping a blind man, and it looks as if she is helping a friend.But who knew it was that kind of relationship in the end, she fell on the big soft bed in Shen Xiyi's house, and was hugged by the beautiful blind woman: "How about spending the night here today?"

"I have to go home."

"Then lie down for a while." Shen Xiyi said.

She agreed, breathing evenly in the woman's arms, but did not dare to face the woman face to face.

She considers herself to be a ruthless person, but Shen Xiyi is inexplicably moved by her face, even if she can't see it, as long as her breath is connected, the woman will prop up her body and give her a lingering and gentle kiss.

"I had a dream." Shen Xiyi said.

Li Shoujie listened attentively, and when she was felt by others, laughter came from her ears: "I dreamed that I was a fox."

"and then?"

"You are a swordsman."

There was her in the dream?Li Shoujie was silent. She was very afraid of such words, which were often followed by sincere confessions... She couldn't bear anyone's feelings, and her own family was enough for her.

"I dreamed that we were standing on the desert, the setting sun was like blood, and then the nuclear bomb exploded in front of you. I don't know how I thought of going to block the nuclear bomb, but I went anyway. I dreamed that I suddenly put on a very The ancient armor, and hugged you hard."

"I have never seen light since I was born... To be honest, I don't even know what darkness is, but my dreams are colored, so I remember it very clearly... I can see your face clearly, you look so beautiful It's so beautiful..."

The blind man stroked her brows and eyes lightly with his hands, thoughtfully: "It seems...it really looks the same..."

Li Shoujie said: "If you imagine that I am a beauty, it will be better to spend money like this."

"It's really ruthless." Shen Xiyi pinched her ears, sniffed her breath, and hugged her with his mouth like a ignorant little beast, making her itchy, and it seemed to be a little itchy in her heart, but she quickly suppressed it : "Don't make trouble."

"Want to hear the ending of the dream?" Shen Xiyi smiled, his desire for her seemed to spread more and more, he kissed her shoulder and cheek, like a child who likes to be close to her skin.

"What's the ending like?"

"It's just... It exploded. I finally caught you. I want to say, I like you so much, I even fell in love with you, but I haven't said anything yet... We died together."

"Martyrdom?" Li Shoujie thought without interest.

"It seems that I just love you wishfully, and you don't even look at me."

Li Shoujie realized that this dream might also be Shen Xiyi's confession. She didn't understand what she liked, so she drooped her eyes: "I should go back."

"What about you? Are you dreaming?"

She remembered the dream of flying in the sky, so she briefly summarized: "I dreamed that I was flying in the sky."

"Perfunctory!" Shen Xiyi expressed dissatisfaction.

"Then I have no other dreams."

"I also had a lot of dreams. I dreamed that my eyes were good. In many dreams, I was a fox... Then you are a serious cultivator of human beings. In every dream, I was with you , only the dreams with you are colorful."

Shen Xiyi refused to let her get out of bed and leave. She broke Shen Xiyi's hand, but the woman couldn't see her, but still threw her on the bed, biting her throat inexplicably, just like a wild animal does to its prey.

Li Shoujie felt very at a loss: "It hurts..."

Shen Xiyi didn't let go thoughtfully, instead, after a long pause, she suddenly fell back, holding her head——

The world blurred.

……

For the thousandth time, Shen Xiyi sat in the car and waited for Li Shoujie.

After a long repetition, she remembered everything around her clearly. She knew that on this day, at 52:[-], Li Shoujie would be invited to come, and she would tell Li Shoujie on the bed about her long-lasting dream. She doesn't faint, she still talks about her life that seems to be repeated constantly, and she spends every life like this repeatedly.

She should change, she should refuse when Li Shoujie took the bottle of water, or shut up and not talk about her strange dream... But she still didn't hold back, she didn't know who she was, she only knew that she was a dude The rich second generation and everyone around her were invisible in her dream, but Li Shoujie was very clear in her dream.

In the dream, she loved that heartless woman so sincerely.

So is the reality...

But after thousands of repetitions, she couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality. In the end, she could only bump into the south wall again and again, telling Li Shoujie words that would never be believed.

But this time seems to be different... She was silent for a moment in the car: "What time is it?"

"At 21:[-], I sent a WeChat question, but I didn't reply."

She staggered, pushed the car door and shook her blind stick, and encountered unexpected things for the first time, so that she was bumped by a person just as she walked out.

"I'm sorry!" The man left in a hurry, as if he didn't realize that she was blind. If she fell down, she might not be able to tell the difference between east, west, and north.

"It's okay." She moved slowly and asked the driver to put on her sunglasses.

The cane tapped lightly on the ground, and the driver got out of the car to help her: "Where are we going?"

"Her home is not far from here..."

This university was established in a place called Xincheng, which is actually a small village on the edge. Going out from the school gate is a big grocery market, where many people live in slums.She remembered that Li Shoujie's home was across from the bathhouse, a shack behind Lanzhou Ramen, and a stall selling slippers and socks in front.

"See her and tell me."

The driver quickly replied: "With a girl in a ruffled green dress."

Shen Xiyi: "You still know lotus leaves."

"I eat lotus leaf cake. Oh, the girl is helping her to wipe the saliva on her fat brother."

Shen Xiyi's blind stick restlessly stood on the ground.

The driver broadcast live: "Oh, the fat brother moved his butt and left."

"That woman is looking at your girl."

The address changed here, and Shen Xiyi felt something was wrong.

"That ugly woman kissed your Li Shoujie."

The driver already knew the time and asked if he wanted to help her there, but Shen Xiyi became powerless: "Forget it, I can't force her to come."

"Li Shoujie is walking towards you."

"The girl is crying."

"Let me support it." Li Shoujie's voice, and then the driver's hand moved away from the crook of his arm, replaced by a slender arm with a gentler strength.

"Why are you here suddenly today?"

"you are late."

"Didn't it be good before eight o'clock?"

Shen Xiyi choked. She forgot that every time Li Shoujie came early, she was afraid that she would wait. Over time, after 52:[-], it was equivalent to being late.

"Who is that girl?" She was sour, because she couldn't see, she didn't know if she was there.

"It's a school girl, and I told her that I have a girlfriend." Li Shoujie's voice was extraordinarily gentle today, and Shen Xiyi's face softened after being coaxed by the word girlfriend, and she acted like a baby: "I've been waiting for you—it's been a long time. "

"My family's affairs are more troublesome." Li Shoujie's voice was apologetic, and Shen Xiyi thought that this was too weird, and hastily stretched out his hands to stroke Li Shoujie's unpainted face, confirming that this was Li Shoujie himself.

"what can I do for you?"

In the ear, Li Shoujie's smile was gentle enough: "No, just wait for me in the car, I'll be there in a while."

It was a very different day, Shen Xiyi took someone home directly, Li Shoujie asked her if she was hungry, cooked pasta for her to fill her stomach, and after eating, Shen Xiyi felt so weird that she even forgot about going to bed , leaning on Li Shoujie's knee in a daze.

In the end she decided to start with that clichéd dream.

"I had a dream."

"I had a dream."

The two spoke at the same time.

Li Shoujie was silent for a moment, "You speak first."

"Don't!" Shen Xiyi didn't know why she reacted so violently, she almost jumped up, but she realized her gaffe as soon as the words came out, so she turned her head away.

"Then I'll say it first. I've been having a dream. I dreamed that I was flying in the sky with a sword in my hand. I dreamed that I drew the sword at a fox and stabbed her blind. "

Shen Xiyi said faintly: "You may not believe me when I tell you, I dreamed that I was a fox."

"I believe that the fox in my dream looks like you." Li Shoujie said.

Shen Xiyi suppressed the surprise in her heart: "And then?"

"No more, I just feel weird..." With cold fingers lightly resting on her eyelids, Shen Xiyi had no choice but to continue talking about her dream: "I dreamed that we were standing on the desert, and there was an atom/bomb in the middle, you Very close to it, it suddenly exploded..."

She suddenly realized that the fingers of the guard were trembling, but her voice was a smile: "Then you saved me like a bullet?"

"No, we died together."

silence.

I don't know why she was silent, but Li Shoujie suddenly covered her eyes with his hands, obviously she couldn't see at all, and covering them was useless...

"We can't go on like this anymore...I don't want to...be taken care of by you again, it's a bit ugly to say that."

Shen Xiyi became flustered, and hurriedly grabbed the opponent's hand.

"I like you a little bit."

In one thousand 210 cycles, only one cycle did Li Shoujie like her.

Shen Xiyi was very afraid that sudden dizziness would cause her to fall into the next cycle again, but she didn't, so she was nervous and silent for a long time, until Li Shoujie got up and said goodbye to her: "Don't come again, Xiyi."

"Please marry me!" Shen Xiyi staggered, not knowing why, suddenly shouted such an inexplicable sentence.

Getting up too quickly, she lost her sense of direction, and couldn't see clearly at all. Perhaps she was also dazzled by the unprecedented joy. She bumped her head against the wall, covered her head and let out an ouch, pointing to the vase in front of her and repeating loudly : "I really! I really like it, I like it, I like it——"

"I'm behind..." Li Shoujie said quietly, "And why did you suddenly propose?"

"because I like you."

Turning around, there was no embarrassment on her face, and the yelling like a child disappeared. She threw herself into Li Shoujie's arms and rubbed again and again. Her soft red hair was combed by a slender hand, and her whole body was warm. of.

"Marry me," she said.

"I haven't graduated yet..."

"Get married after graduation."

"I have to go to work..."

"Which company doesn't hire married women?"

"My Home……"

"Everyone is family."

"I'm not ready to get married yet...you...too sudden."

"Marry me." Shen Xiyi repeated, making Li Shoujie on the opposite side dumbfounded: "Why don't you go on a blind date?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't get the certificate, they will marry you, and I only want you."

Li Shoujie sighed quietly.

The author has something to say: it happened in real life, not a fantasy, not a side story, not a parallel world, but a plot.

Here's a little bit of insignificance:

This book has more than 60 words, so much has been written in a blink of an eye, and I will write a small composition to tell everyone what is in my heart.

I chose a strenuous writing method for this book and wrote a story that is difficult to control. Different people have different opinions on the final product, and I will accept everyone's criticism after it is finished.

Now many people are bad-mouthing web writing, thinking that it will gradually be replaced by short videos and other forms of entertainment. Although there are many people who say this every year, web writing is still a carp that can still develop.However, due to well-known reasons, there are fewer and fewer things that can be written now, and the space that can be used is becoming more and more challenging. All kinds of things that you know or we only know make the low-level authors more and more difficult to mix.

Some people started to collect points, plagiarized, and really came out, transformed themselves into fame and fortune; some people have worked hard for many years to achieve positive results, and their good deeds are worthy of admiration; More people give up gradually with mediocre qualifications and mediocre efforts, or silently write unexciting stories that few people know.

The prosperity of the Internet literature business depends not only on the amazing talent of the top authors, but also on the intermediate strength of the middle-level authors, and more importantly, the continuous accumulation of bottom-level authors, using many unexcellent and immature creations to consolidate the growth of Internet literature. Soil, in the end, can thrive and develop together.

The prosperity of online literature is a good thing for readers like me, but like many people, I don’t read articles with all kinds of flaws by low-level authors. I only read top quality articles. This is understandable. Survival of the fittest is natural. There is no need to forcibly engage in egalitarianism and let well-written works be dusted.

The current ecology as far as I know is like this. The top authors let themselves go and write the stories they want to write as much as they want. The middle-level authors have a strong readership and steady development. If the bottom-level authors want to stand out, they will imitate (not plagiarize). Research and learn the writing methods of excellent authors, so as to keep improving.

In the process of learning, I kept taking detours, and because of my creative ambition, it was easy to take too many steps.Just like the current book, if it is replaced with the old-fashioned upgraded face-slapping flow, there will be more readers than now, and it is relatively easy for me to control it, because there is a mature system for me to learn from, so that I can focus more on the story itself It is also relatively friendly to a low-level author.But in the end, the mysterious and mysterious desire to "I just want to use this way of writing" overcame reason, so that more effort was devoted to researching the current writing method, which was lacking in storytelling, and even at the end of the book, all the clues were gathered. Unification itself is physical work, not to mention a big story that is ambitious but has a broken leg, so I am very tired writing it. It is a direct contradiction between limited brain and physical strength and infinite desire. , because I really need to rest, now that the continuation is coming down, I will write it to the end in one breath. You can see that some chapters have a fast pace, which is almost because I can’t catch my breath (nonsense).

On the other hand, "Love Story of Middle-aged and Elderly" next door, a chapter was tentatively updated a few days ago, and the response was much better than this one.As you all know, I paused to write this book, which was unwise, but I wrote that book after "Atypical Relationships", and it was very smooth, and the words and sentences did not have to be painful. I wrote and realized It is too similar to atypical, and the expression of imagery is common, so it is quite comfortable to write.However, the author really needs to get out of the comfort zone. I still opened this book and changed the style. Otherwise, I will blindly indulge in the existing small success under the premise of mediocre qualifications. No matter how I write it in the end, it will only be worse than atypical. It is a small work, and I am a stubborn author who does not learn much from my predecessors in terms of subject matter, so I must learn more from other excellent points, so I opened this book with a bumpy road to creation.

My friend said that this is the book where I express my personal opinions the most.In fact, each book has a lot of personal opinions, and it is impossible to abandon the self when writing a book, but because this book is extremely unpopular and laborious, it is loved by my stepmother, so I let it go for a while and wrote it like a personal book. Speech.There are many problems, such as shallow insights, logical illogicality, or other problems. I am willing to discuss with you after the end, seeking common ground while reserving differences.

I know some authors who are as hard-headed as I am on the subject of lily and cold subjects. Many of them have several times more experience in diplomas and essays than me. You are also readers who are willing to stay and read the article for various reasons.

We are often referred to as "Mrs. Treasure Treasure", but the authors have a saying, "Treasure Treasure must be attacked", which means that when someone says to you, "Why is Mrs. Treasure such a good article not read", you must rush to the street, This is a generalized phenomenon, without praise or criticism, and is the self-deprecation of many low-level authors.But there are still many authors who are still willing to go out of their comfort zone to write, and be "treasure wives" for one or two people.Because the sense of accomplishment of being recognized is enough to temporarily overwhelm the frustration of failure. It is in the confrontation between these two feelings that some people stay and some people leave.

I see a lot of innovative stories with a routine title and copywriting that are disliked by many cold-themed readers. I still feel a little sad. This is the way to be seen by more people, and I am pretending to be noble. I didn't choose those interesting titles, and readers of cold subjects also missed good ones because of the titles, and also stepped into disliked writing pits because of the titles.And some hot topics that are very popular but not very popular are sometimes very interesting when you look carefully, the plot is ups and downs, and full of wit.

Having said so much, the words are not expressive, and I want to say too much, I have to say what I want to say the most, I hope everyone can be more tolerant when reading the article, some people may bump into the south wall and write one or two rubbish Well written, some people may be in a bad state in the first few chapters or contradictoryly write things that are not the same style as the following ones.Readers of cold topics occasionally glance at hot topics, instead of using Wu Zetian's big move to attack indiscriminately, and readers of hot topics occasionally eat cold food. One click on one comment may make an author recover from the original place and write another 30... The bottom-level authors have a higher error tolerance rate and readers are more inclusive. I think the online literature industry can still bounce around in the cracks of short videos.However, these are just my own naive ideas. When I looked through the list, I found that many friends who wrote articles together in the past stopped writing. Many of them are talented and intelligent, and they are a hundred times better than me. I think it must be pink or a master if I stick to it. And so on... Maybe it's just a shortcoming that the right time and place are right for people.