star that fell on a rose

"The Star That Falls on the Rose" Author: Fujika Lang

Introduction

"I walked through the thorn swamp, covered with bruises, and finally found a rose behind the sharp thorns-they all laughed at me for taking roses as faith, but they didn't know that the thorns of roses also helped me break through the darkness. ????? ???"

novelist attacked by x singer

, Yu Qiu first tried his hand in the literary circle.

22. Yu Qiu, who is in full swing, is labeled as a plagiarist.

"They say you're dirty, unbearable.

And when I looked at you, I could only see the moonlight. "

001

"We really have nothing to do with your manuscript," a woman's voice came from the other end of the phone, "It's not that we refuse, I've been working with you for three years, there's no need to lie to you."

The young man opened the car, leaned on the sofa, lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes cast a small shadow, and asked softly: "Can you give me a reason? If there is something in it that violates the 'bottom line', I will try to change it as much as I can."

"The manuscript is very well written. To be honest, I rarely see such a high-quality manuscript," the woman sighed after a long silence after speaking, "But, teacher, you know, no one will accept an Books written by writers who plagiarize the pot will be compensated when they are published."

Plagiarism.

The young man pondered these two words carefully.

He has memorized these two words for almost a year. In this era of intellectual property rights, once he gets a little bit of plagiarism, he will be criticized by words and pens, and he will never be able to hold his head up for the rest of his life.

These two words have been stuck on his head for too long, so long that he thought it was true.

"Thank you then," the young man said, "I'll hang up now."

The woman said "hmm", and just as the young man was about to hang up, he suddenly said, "Teacher Yu."

"how?"

"Our contract is about to expire soon," the woman murmured for a long time, before hesitating to speak, "That..."

Yu Qiu: "I understand what you mean."

"I will find the next one in advance, so you don't have to worry."

Outside the window was heavy clouds, not a ray of sunlight could come through, the window was not closed tightly, the wind blew open the window violently, and the wind at the end of September blew in the dead leaves.

Yu Qiu hung up the phone, stretched himself, got up and closed the window.

The clock read 43:[-] p.m.

The food in the kitchen is almost full, and it is really not worthwhile to order takeaway. He is short of money recently, and he is a little stretched.Yu Qiu put on his coat and searched for a long time but couldn't find an umbrella, so he had to hope that it wouldn't rain so soon.

Just as he was about to go out, his eyes suddenly caught sight of the thick notebook on the table.

Three words were written in black pen on the cover - "Boundless City".

The word "Yu Qiu" is also written at the bottom.

Proud and solemn.

Yu Qiu paused, picked up the notebook, turned to the end, and glanced at it.

"He finally believed that he was trapped in this city, even though he thought it was romantic enough to raise his eyes to see the universe and lower his head to see his lover's brows and eyes. But he still felt tired-he hadn't seen freedom for too long, freedom is just From my lover."

He casually threw the manuscript in the trash can.

It's not interesting for him to enjoy something that no one sees, it's better to sell the waste paper.

The crowds in the supermarket were not reduced at all because of the upcoming rain. Yu Qiu looked at the long line in front of him and felt a headache, so he raised his hand and glanced at his watch.

Twenty minutes later, the salesperson swept the celery and threw it into the bag, "10 yuan and 50 cents."

Yu Qiu gave the cash, and was carrying four ten-cent steel coins jingling in his pocket.

Before he even got out of the supermarket, he heard the sound of pouring rain, pouring fiercely on the ground. Yu Qiu pushed open the door, and seeing the rain curtain in front of him gave him a headache.

The rain is fast and hasty.

This kind of torrential rain usually doesn't last too long. Yu Qiu gently put the vegetables he bought on the ground. There were eggs in them, and it was a pity that they were broken.

After playing with the mobile phone for a long time, Yu Qiu raised his eyes and looked helplessly at the rain that was not going to decrease at all. It was getting dark, and if he didn't go back, he might not be able to see the road clearly.

Yu Qiu put the phone in his pocket, picked up the dish, and prepared to try it.

The rain all over the sky quickly drenched him to the point where he just wanted to swear, his eyes were blurred, and the touch of the raindrops on his body was a bit cold, Yu Qiu thought—fortunately, the plastic bag was fastened, otherwise it would be too troublesome to control the water when it entered .

Suddenly, a car with high beams on was in front of him, and it slowly backed away. Yu Qiu was forced to stop and waited for the car to back out. The rain hit his face and slid down his chin into his clothes. The black sweater was tight Clinging to the body, the whole looks like a wet body temptation.

Yu Qiu licked his lips, feeling that the rainwater had a metal-like cold taste.

The car backed away slowly, and the high beams came on suddenly, making Yu Qiu unable to open his eyes.He raised his hand to block the light, frowning.

The rain above suddenly stopped.

Yu Qiu opened his eyes, and saw a black umbrella, and a thin white hand with sharp knuckles was holding the handle of the black umbrella.

"..."

The man was wearing a mask, a blue denim jacket, cropped pants, and a pair of flip flops, taller than him.Wearing a black mask, the exposed eyes are beautiful, with thick eyelashes, and the corners of the eyes are slightly upturned. They are a pair of amorous eyes.

"Thank you." Yu Qiu was stunned and thanked.

"Are you going north?"

Yu Qiu said "Oh", "Yes, are you too?"

"Yeah," the man laughed, his voice was clean and magnetic, and his voice sounded very young, "Just drop by, let's see where I can take you."

"Thank you." Yu Qiu thanked him sincerely.

The umbrella was not big, and the two men were a bit reluctant. Seeing that his right arm was covered with water, Yu Qiu said softly, "You don't need to tilt the umbrella towards me, you're already getting wet."

"Oh, it's okay," the man laughed, "I happened to splash oil on my right sleeve when I was eating Malatang today, so I thought it was washing clothes."

Yu Qiu raised his hand to wrap his arms around his shoulders. The man was a bit tall, and he struggled a bit, "You lean on me, we should be able to squeeze together."

Before he finished speaking, Yu Qiu stepped into a puddle with his right foot, and the water jumped up screaming. The man said "Ouch", and Yu Qiu hurriedly apologized: "Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't see clearly. I didn't wear glasses when I went out..."

The man smiled and said, "It's okay, thanks to the flip-flops I'm wearing, I don't have to clean my shoes—your shoes are a bit of a pain."

The two laughed as if they had discovered something amusing.

After walking all the way, the man didn't leave, Yu Qiu was puzzled, the two of them reached the gate of the community, and Yu Qiu couldn't help but ask, "Do you live here too?"

"You too?"

"..."

"What building is your building?"

"fifth floor."

"me too."

Yu Qiu tentatively asked, "Which floor are you on?"

"Eighth floor."

Yu Qiu smiled and stretched out his free hand, "It's on the ninth floor."

The man froze for a moment, then smiled, stretched out his hand, and they held hands together.

The man's hand was hot, and he said, "Are you cold?"

Yu Qiu rolled his eyes: "It's okay."

"Did you move here recently? I haven't seen you before." the man asked.

"No, maybe it's because I don't go out often," Yu Qiu lowered his eyes, his already fair skin became even whiter due to the weather, he bit his lip, and it turned a little bloody, "Otaku."

When he got downstairs, the man put away the umbrella, and the water on the umbrella spilled on the ground.

Only now did Yu Qiu have the opportunity to take a closer look at him.

He was tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He looked like he was only in his early twenties. He shook the water off his hands, and the two entered the elevator.

Yu Qiu smiled and asked, "What's your name?"

"Xuan Yun," the man smiled, "Xuan who announced, Wen Tingyun's Yun—what about you?"

"Yu Qiu." Yu Qiu said, "The metaphor of metaphor, the autumn of autumn."

On the eighth floor, Xuan Yun just stepped forward, slipped, and threw the slippers flying out. With a "pop", the slippers lay quietly in front of his house.

"..." Yu Qiu couldn't hold back, and laughed "puchi".

Xuan Yun's fair face flushed a little, he hopped on his shoes, held the door, and said loudly, "See you next time."

"Okay," Yu Qiu smiled, "Thank you very much today."

"It's okay." Xuan Yun didn't take off his mask, but there was a smile in his eyes, "You can treat me to dinner when you have time."

"it is good."

002

When I got home, I took a bath first. Yu Qiu's body resistance is not strong, and he catches a cold easily. After taking a hot bath, he drank Banlangen and drank it.After sitting for a long time, I didn't think about cooking.

Yu Qiu's cooking depends entirely on whether the software is reliable or not. He downloaded a new cooking software yesterday and specially selected three dishes that looked good.

Fried fungus, bacon and bamboo shoots, tomatoes and eggs.

It wasn't too difficult, but Yu Qiu was still sweating after finishing it.

When the dishes were brought to the table, he saw the manuscript lying alone in the trash can again.

Yu Qiu was silent for a while, then bent down and picked it up. The trash can was clean but not dirty.He gently wiped the leather with his thumb and put it in the desk drawer.

This is his seventh year of writing.

The first time I wrote it was in high school. The teacher talked on it, and he secretly wrote it on the bottom. A small notebook was filled with words.The first article I wrote was full of enthusiasm unique to boys at that age, and it was passed around among classmates. Even the third year of high school knew that there was a junior student in the first year of high school who wrote things.

He has been writing like this until now.

He is 22 this year.

For most people at this age, they should be working hard on campus to finish their graduation thesis and prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination, but for Yu Qiu, it was not.

He didn't go to college.

He likes to write, but doesn't like to study. He has always been passive in studying. His grades in the college entrance examination were good, and he surpassed the first line by a lot. He smiled and asked, "Which city do you want to go to?"

Yu Qiu looked into her expectant eyes and said softly: "I don't