The best actor is on the line with a large [Transmigration Book]

Xing Jue opened his eyes and found that everything was different.

The originally spacious bedroom became cramped and even a little messy. There were many takeaway boxes piled up on the table. He frowned slightly, got up and walked to the mirror in the bathroom.

He is him, as if he is not him.

His lips were pale, his eyes were dark, his body was thin, his vision was blurry, and he looked like he was malnourished. He scratched his messy hair, trying to figure out what was going on.

He put on his glasses, picked up his phone, and found that his parents and agent were gone, and the call log contained names he had never heard before. What was going on?

He logged into the social software on his mobile phone and found that he seemed to have become a... Thousands of comments were all saying: Da Da, you can post the article here, we want to see the ending.

What exactly did this person write?To be urged by so many people.

He opened the file on the computer, and saw his and Jiang Huai's names on the first line, and the following content made his brain roar.

So he was just a character in the book?

what about now?From the book he came to the author?What about this author?

Suddenly, he felt dizzy in his brain, and a memory that didn't belong to him flooded into his mind, the wandering childhood, the neglected boyhood, and... the feeling of cardiac arrest.

The author died suddenly not long ago, and no one found out.

So here he comes.

What about Jiang Huai?Did he come back to this world?Just when he was feeling uneasy, there was a knock on the door.

He opened the door, and Jiang Huai was outside, but he couldn't tell whether this Jiang Huai was the Jiang Huai who had passed through the book, and subconsciously wanted to close the door to avoid it.

Jiang Huai grabbed his hand and pushed it down on the shoe cabinet beside him.

Immediately, the memories in the book were intertwined. On the first night in Haishan, he was pressed on the bed... According to Jiang Huai's character, even if he has no memory, it is not impossible to repeat the story.

"Don't come here!" Xing Jue panicked.

"Brother paranoid, let me go, you can write well." Jiang Huai let go of his hand and looked at the layout of the house.

Xing Jue thought that his current body couldn't beat him, so he could only call the police.

Jiang Huai seemed to see through his thoughts: "My company and agent are preparing to sue you."

"That novel was reported and blocked by your fans, and you still want to sue me?" If the author is still alive, I think he can be angry again.

"Can't you?"

He found that Jiang Huai had become the heartless son of a bitch in his memory again, thinking how much time he had spent taming him, and there was a tendency to start over again, he couldn't help saying: "He has no heart."

Jiang Huai didn't seem to have seen him before. He walked into the room and looked at his room for a while. He didn't know as much about the original Xing Jue as he, a latecomer.

So far, this body still has resistance to Jiang Huai, subconsciously refuting his question.

But Xing Jue was still puzzled, why did Jiang Huai suddenly think of the original owner in reality?There should be no intersection between them for many years, right?

Could it be...he read that book and remembered everything about the original owner?

Thinking that it might be the latter, tears fell from Xing Jue's eyes.

"Child." Jiang Huai kissed the tears that rolled down his lips: "What is the ending of the novel?"

"I didn't think so."

"Then write that Jiang Huai and Xing Jue will be together forever." Jiang Huai said: "Live together well, just like us."

Xing Jue's feelings are intertwined with the original feelings of the body, which makes him a little confused, which feelings are his and which feelings are his own.

It's just that the sadness and humbleness are the same.

They both love a man who is not their own.

It's too awful.

"The book has been harmonized." He not only reminded him, but also reminded himself that the man you fell in love with is no longer there.

"But love is real, and so are tears." He seemed to be able to understand Xing Jue's inferiority complex and despair in reality, "Xing Jue, I will give you everything this world owes you."

But this Xing Jue has disappeared.

Xing Jue hugged his neck and couldn't help crying: "Why? Jiang Huai, you obviously don't remember... me, and suddenly you want to make up for me again? Are you really here to see me?"

No, Jiang Huai in reality is the same dog.

Jiang Huai's eyes were in a trance for a moment, and then he came to his senses. Who did he come to see?

No matter how much the person in front of him looks like Xing Jue, he doesn't seem to be the one he fell in love with.

He didn't come to see Xing Jue now.

He found himself like an actor in the play.

When the play was over, he projected his love for the characters on the actors themselves.

He let go and sat back on the table behind him, feeling stupid.

But what can be done?

He can no longer find that Xing Jue who cried and said he likes him.

He covered his face: "Sorry, I don't seem to be awake yet."

"You fell in love with someone, but that person is not me, right?" Xing Jue tried his best to sound calmer.

Jiang Huai looked at him with moist eyes: "I fell in love with Xing Jue in the book, and then... I thought it was him when I saw you. I'm sorry."

"You don't think it's me who owes you money, but him, right?"

Jiang Huai did not answer by default.

Xing Jue had never seen him like this before, and squatted down in front of him with distress: "Do you like Xing Jue in the book?"

Jiang Huai rubbed his eyes and smiled, "Yes, I would rather die than spend more time with him."

Xing Jue pressed his hands on his knees, "Did you think of him when you saw me?"

"En." Jiang Huai smiled: "But...you are really not him, even if we are together now, we will be separated in the future because of the difference between you and my imagination. It is me... who entered the drama."

It seemed that this was the first time he encountered such a situation where he couldn't make a show, and it was worse than he imagined.

"But... let me tell you, I am the person in the book?" Xing Jue raised his head and smiled: "Brother."

Jiang Huai raised his head in disbelief, thinking he had heard wrong.

"The person in front of me is the one in my heart." Xing Jue stood up, sat on his lap, and took a deep breath: "Really, if you say you like him, I might kill you right away, brother."

Xing Juejiao smiled: "Fortunately, you didn't."

Jiang Huai's throat choked up and he couldn't speak. He just hugged him so tightly that Xing Jue couldn't breathe.

"Brother, let's start from scratch."