GL Eighteen-Line Novelist and Reader's Love Story

I chased it out in a hurry, swearing at myself over and over in my heart.Fortunately, when I was panting and chasing to the intersection, I found that my beautiful sister was still waiting for the traffic light.Surrounded by planned residential areas, it is also deserted during the day.

Fortunately, I caught up, and I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, panting and smirking, "Wow...you are really a model citizen, you even remember the traffic rules when you quarrel!"

She gave me a hard look, but without looking, she was about to walk across the street.

Not far away, a dark red road car was coming, and it was about to hit her.Before I had time to think, I quickly stepped forward and hugged her, turned around in a seventy-degree circle, and held her tightly in front of me.The rider was obviously freaked out too, and apologized to us by standing on one leg.I waved to him, indicating that there is no danger, don't worry.

After he rode away slowly, I lowered my head and complained to her: "Sister, you have to watch the road when you are angry, it is very dangerous."

She was quite frightened, her long eyelashes were flickering, and she was almost crying.Still stubborn, "Who told you that I am a model citizen..."

I was angry and funny: "...So you are going to risk your life to show me?"

She pursed her lips and said nothing, and she didn't run away.Why is she so cute when she loses her temper... I silently recollected the feeling when I was holding her just now, and I was speechless for a while.She felt uncomfortable when I saw her, and said angrily, "What are you chasing me for? Don't you have to catch a plane?"

"Don't worry, don't worry, the flight tomorrow morning." Seeing that her expression started to look wrong again, I quickly said: "What I mean is, I'm afraid you will be even more angry if I don't chase you."

She took a deep look at me and sighed softly, "Come home with me."

I didn't know what she was going to do, but I didn't dare to disobey her anymore, so I just walked behind her obediently.

Her voice came from beside her ear, "What are you doing so far away from me?"

"Oh oh oh!" I quickly followed.

She didn't say a few words along the way, and I secretly glanced at her expression, trying to judge her attitude.Her profile is so pretty... Is she still angry?Must be angry... I sighed inwardly.

She doesn't know how much I like her, every day, every conversation, every time she smiles at me... This emotion will become stronger, and it will be more difficult for me to restrain the urge to hug her.But I don't know what the consequences of doing that are.It feels futile to love deeply. Whether she responds to my heart or not, it is equally annoying.

It's a quick 15 minute walk.I followed her up to the beige apartment building.She swiped her card, opened the door, and took a few letters from the mailbox.She walked into the room without a word, and held the door for me with her hand.

In a trance, I seem to feel that I have spent my whole life with her.If we were together, would we take the elevator together every day, complain to each other about school work, and all kinds of trivial things.

On weekends, we will go for a walk together to a coffee shop for our first cup of coffee in the morning.Go to open-air concerts in summer, and hide in art galleries in winter, drinking hot cocoa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

She will call and tell me that tonight I will eat the fish she made, and ask me to remember to pick a Sauvignon Blanc to bring back.I will also definitely remember to bring her a bouquet of seven-parted white roses.

She always catches my unrealistic imagination...I've dated some people before.But it gets boring to just stay there all the time.The two of them can talk less and less, I am not interested in what they want to do, and I don't want to bring them with me in what I am interested in.Even so, whenever they ask me if I love them, I always say yes.

——I didn’t lie, I really thought that being tempted didn’t exist, and that every relationship was a process of falling apart.The beautiful feeling that will not fade is simply a fiction of writers like us who rest assured.

After all, how many writers have a happy love life?Most of the things that can make a person spare no effort to praise are fictional.

No matter how good-looking a face is, after a year or two, it will only become another familiar face.No matter how interesting the soul is, after figuring out the routine, it is just another monotonous repetition.

But why... In front of this person, I forgot my intelligence and my experience.I forgot the water I choked into my lungs when I was swimming through the sea of ​​bitterness, and I forgot that early enlightenment is a kind of supreme favor...

And why, I wrote so many endings in the novel, but I chose the worst one for myself and her.

"What are you doing standing there? It's not the first time." At some point, she had already changed into a loose T-shirt and walked out of the room.While pulling up his hair, he said to me, "Makeyourselfcomfortable." He turned and went into the kitchen again.

I said "oh", and sat on the sofa and waited obediently.I glanced around briefly: in the corner of the white wall, there was the PS4 I gave her on Thanksgiving.On the window sill are some pretty good-looking green plants.She made the room very clean, very clean.

When I came to her house to play games before, she often took a roll of thick tape and lay down on the floor to stick the carpet, and she used up more than half of the roll every time.My conscience does not allow me to continue to hold the controller, and the same is true for her feelings, so I had to drop the game and fight the tape with her.

"Why don't you ask a cleaning company to come and do it on a regular basis, aren't you tired..." I looked at the endless carpet area.

She tucked her hair behind her ears and said provocatively, "Then why don't you just watch the game video, anyway, you play so badly, you die every time." She clicked on my game screen, "If I The white-clothed assassin inside will make you cry stupidly."

"You!" I argued strongly, "Can playing games be the same as sweeping carpets? Playing games is for fun, okay? And the character I'm writing recently is a video game boy, how can I find inspiration after watching videos?"

"Cut..." She tore off the tape with a click, "Don't you think it's exciting to tear it off?"

I shook my head firmly, in exchange for her contemptuous eyes.

"For a while, I was very depressed and I was too lazy to go out. But I couldn't stop myself, so I started cleaning the room. Every time I tear off a roll of tape, it's like sticking away the dirty things in my mind same."

My eyes lit up when I heard it, "Hey! What you said just now is very good. I can use it in novels!"

She rolled her eyes and said, "No."

I curled my lips and sat down on the carpet, "Okay... at least Itried. So when did it happen? You don't seem to have mentioned it to me."

"I haven't mentioned anything to you before I met you." Her tone was extremely flat, as if she was talking about an irrelevant matter.You can bet on the novelist's intuition, there must be a story here.I would like to know.I'm just not sure if I'm qualified to ask.

She looked back at me in a daze, and was speechless: "Why are you looking at me with that kind of human concern? It's just a broken relationship, and it's not such a big deal."

oh!So is it okay to ask?I cleared my throat happily, "Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Teacher-student relationship or junior relationship? Is the name nice? Is there a castle at home? Have you ever planned to immigrate to Mars?"

Her answer was concise and to the point: "Men, ugly, scum."

"...Do you usually introduce your ex in such an efficient way?"

"No," she showed a charming smile, "I don't usually introduce my ex. I'm probably not as skilled as you, so I'm really sorry."

What do you mean not as experienced as me... I can't laugh or cry, "Don't make it sound like I introduce my ex to others every day, okay?"

"Huh?" She dragged her tone deliberately, "But didn't the author draw material from life? Look at the love stories you wrote, didn't they borrow from love?"

She raised a finger and reasoned seriously: "If you say it this way, don't you introduce your ex to others every day?"

"According to you," I raised my eyebrows, "you who read novels, don't you spy on other people's emotional life every day. Sister, your hobby is very special~"

She smirked and said, "Yes, yes, your sister is well-informed. So, would you like to talk to me?"

I grabbed a can of Coke from the coffee table and pulled the buckle off, the sound of bubbling bubbles in the tin can made a sizzling sound.I raised my head and took a sip, and said, "You have read so many of my articles, isn't it better than talking to me?" I squinted my eyes, "When I write, I am much more honest than in life."

She also took a can of Coke, smiled and shook her head: "I don't want to deny you, but I think that people are not only the most authentic when they are honest. You will feel that you are the most authentic because you rarely have the opportunity Be that yourself, so you can empathize with her more."

She looked into my eyes steadily, "But I don't think that the you in front of me is unreal."

"I forgot which article you wrote, it was quite a while ago." She leaned her back on the coffee table and stuck the frozen soda can to her cheek, "You said that people are not NPCs in the dual world, but It is a polyhedron that is constantly changing. Every time you turn it slightly, you can see a different scenery from it. You can clearly see it so thoroughly, why do you look at yourself so violently?"

I listened quietly to what she said, taking a sip of Coke from time to time.After she finished speaking, I pretended to be deep and said: "Miss sister, I always feel that you are spying on my heart." I looked at her, "You know, it would be very dangerous."

She giggled, eyes crooked, "AmIoffendingyou"

"No, notatall." I met her gaze and responded in English,

"Why not" she raised her eyebrows, "I thought people feel offended quite often."

I put a big smile on my face, "I assume I am not offended since you are really good at it. You know, people don't do that quite often."

"Did I offend you?" "No, not at all."

"Why, I thought most people would be offended."

"I guess it's because you have a good sense of proportion, and most people don't have this ability."

Not wanting to spoil the atmosphere at the moment, we all tacitly kept silent.It was a weekday afternoon, and the apartment building was very quiet.The only sound left in the air was the whirring of air-conditioning, and the subtle sound of soda bubbles rising from the Coke can.We had an occasional sip of soda and stared at the paused game on the TV for a while.They glanced at each other's side faces in turn, and then looked away without any trace before the other party noticed.

The coke can was gradually empty, and I smacked my lips, leaving a residual taste of caramel on my tongue.After thinking about it, I still should abide by some basic laws in other people's homes.I stood up sideways, intending to put the empty jar back on the coffee table.Almost at the same time, she also turned around, and my arm brushed her right shoulder unexpectedly.In the next second, she and I could almost taste each other's words.

Involuntarily, I looked into her eyes, and in her amber pupils was a little me.I froze in place as if frozen.I can almost feel how her viscous eyes move from my eyes, from the bridge of my nose, to my lips.The lips that gradually curved into a crescent shape were almost like an invitation that could not be refused.The endless tenderness in her eyes almost overwhelmed me.

I could feel the tip of my nose sweating, and my face must have turned red.My left hand is about to move around her back.Kill this last bit of distance... I know: if I kiss at this moment, she will definitely not refuse.

The sound of air conditioning disappeared, along with the sound of breathing.My ears are almost knocked out by the sound of my heartbeat,

Boom...boom...boom boom...

Boom...boom...boom...boom...

But when I woke up again, I was sitting on the sofa at her house.She was sitting upright on the armchair opposite, holding a cup of lemon black tea in her hand, and there was also a cup in front of me, without ice.

Looking up, she said to me "I need an explanation from you."

I closed and opened my eyes in vain, "What do you want to hear first?"

"Why are you leaving?"

"Because I want to live in another place."

"why."

"Because...because I don't like it here anymore."

"There's more." Her eyes remained calm.

“I want to find another place to find inspiration”

"anything else."

"I'm afraid I'll become stupid if I stay too long."

She stood up and put the cup of iced black tea on the coffee table: "Eighteen, maybe I want to ask you one last time. I won't listen to it again after that."

I didn't speak, she glanced at me, and walked out the door decisively.

I hugged her tightly from behind, "Sister, don't run anymore, if you run again, I won't dare to chase her anymore."

Her slender body trembled, "I ask again, why are you leaving?"

I buried my head on her shoulder and hugged her tighter, "I just... I don't know, I'm really not good at getting along with people I like."

Her voice was suffocatingly calm, "So you're going to run away forever?" she said, "So just because you fell in love with me, I deserve to lose you, right?"

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." I kept apologizing to her, like a broken repeater.I don't know if I'm saying sorry to her or to my stupid self.Had to keep repeating.

"Let me go first." She said calmly, "This is my home, and I won't go anywhere."

I hesitated and let go.She gently struggled out of my arms, as if she had made up her mind.I was about to speak, but she turned around and slapped me across the face.

"Don't move." She said coldly, and hit back with another blow.She tried her best, but I could clearly see the tears in her eyes.I closed my eyes, even if she didn't speak, I would stand here and let her hit me.

But she stopped and asked me, "Does it hurt?"

"pain."

"Are you awake?"

I looked at her in some confusion.

"Come and hug me when you wake up." Her hands were shaking.I stepped forward and hugged her without hesitation, and she put her hands around my waist, crying silently.

I don't know how long it took, she pushed me away, "I always wanted to give you time, thinking that one day you would be able to turn around by yourself." She took a deep breath: "But from now on I won't Let you choose again, if you choose again, you will only reject me like rejecting happiness."

"I…"

She interrupted my words: "Eighteen, I also have self-esteem. Three and a half years, I took the initiative to throw up myself. So you listen clearly, from today to the rest of your life, if you shrink back again, I will Gone, never to return."

I bowed my head and smiled wryly, "It's been three and a half years, and I'm going to get tired of myself. Why don't you get tired of me?"

"Why..." She repeated softly, smiling and touching my face, "Because I was hopelessly saved, and I will pay you back, so I have to save you once."

I took a deep look at her.Turning around, he picked up the book given to her from the coffee table, and motioned for her to open it.She grabbed my ear, "You! You are excellent. Shouldn't you be cursing and swearing to express your sincerity at this time?"

"Hey! Why are you still addicted to domestic violence! Open it and have a look first."

She dubiously unwrapped the wrapping paper.It is a blue CallMeByYourName. "Why this book? Didn't we watch the movie before?"

She opened the book, and it happened to be the page I wanted her to see.

The rose gold metal bookmark quietly flashes the line drawn by the 0.38mm red line.

"I loved you from day one."

Her expression changed from carelessness to surprise, and finally she smiled.She read the book, then looked at me, shook her head and said, "Why did I choose a fool like you..."

"It's only 01:30." I raised my hand to show her the time on my iPhone, "CityHall should still be open."

"Well, it should normally close at 6 o'clock today. What's the matter? You have a ticket to pay?"

"Bah, bah, bah. You can wish me a good order." I took out two cans of iced Coke from the refrigerator and stuck them on my hot face.To her who seemed a little bit guilty, Xiao Sha ordered:

"Go, get your passport, let's go get married."

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