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    August is almost over, but the heat of midsummer continues.

    The climate in S city is full of viciousness. The winter here is bone-chillingly cold, and the summer is breathtakingly hot.

    Of course, for Brother Jue, who stays in an air-conditioned room for a long time and rarely goes out, these seem to have nothing to do with him

    Recently, in addition to being busy in the game, Feng Bujue has gradually become more involved in life.  After all, there is an uninvited "roommate" in the house, and many living habits will naturally have to change.

    In addition, the creation of his novel "Both Ends of Nightmare" has also entered the final stage.  As a person who has an almost pathological paranoia about works Brother Jue will fall into an extremely slow and tangled state of creation every time before completing a long work; chapters that could be written in one hour in the past have reached this stage  Maybe it will take a day to write.

    Every time at this time, he would think of the line that Chuck (the first prophet in "The Power of Evil", who records the experiences of the two protagonists as a novelist) at the end of the fifth season of SPN - the ending is the most difficult.  .  As long as there is a keyboard, even a monkey can type a beginning.  But the ending wasn't like that.  You always want to do everything right at the last moment, but you can never satisfy everyone.  Fans will be dissatisfied no matter what and find some unfilled holes, but since it's the ending, you should be fearless and write what you really want to write.

    Feng Bujue deeply agrees with this statement, but the fan who is the most dedicated to his works, as picky, mean, and never satisfied as a bitch is himself.

    An extremely narcissistic and perfectionist creator can easily fall into an endless cycle of "self-torture".  Many times, this kind of people don¡¯t really care about other people¡¯s opinions. They are often driven crazy by themselves¡­

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    On the morning of September 3rd, Feng Bujue sat in front of the computer and typed quickly on the keyboard.

    His face was solemn, his fingertips were flying; his eyes were looking at the screen, and his mind was wandering.

    finally.  After a few hours of concentrated work, he breathed a sigh of relief

    ¡°Whew¡ª¡± Feng Bujue saved the document, stretched, picked up the cold cup of coffee next to the computer desk, and stood up while drinking.

    "Pfft" As soon as he turned around, he sprayed the coffee in his mouth back into the cup.

    "Hey Captain, are you so disgusting?" Xiao Ling, who was eating snacks on the sofa, immediately looked at Brother Jue with disgust and said.

    "Forget it" Ruoyu on the side said coldly, "At least he didn't spray directly onto the ground or anyone's face."

    At this time, Feng Bujue looked around and found that Ruoyu, Xiaoling, Xiaotan, Bao Qing, and An Yueqin were all sitting on the sofa in the living room.  Watching the home theater while talking and laughing.  Judging from the number of various drinks and melon rinds and fruit shells placed on the coffee table they have been here for at least an hour.

    "When did you enter the house?" Brother Jue was shocked, "How come I didn't notice it at all?"

    "It's the rotation of the earth that distracts you," Ruoyu replied immediately with an expressionless face.

    I have to say, this chat is very good.  However, among the "people" present, only she, Brother Jue, and Assas on the side could understand the humor of this sentence.

    "Haha" Feng Bujue was rarely choked by someone. He responded with a smile, and then joined the ranks of his friends, "I seem to have remembered today is the 'bad movie marathon'  Day', right?"

    "Yes, we have already finished watching one." Xiaotan replied.

    "Speaking of which" Brother Jue continued, "This was originally a party for the three of us brothers. How come the number of people has increased now"

    "Huh?" The next second, Ruoyu cast a sharp look.

    "I'm here to accompany my boyfriend, can't I?" Xiao Ling grabbed Xiao Tan's arm and looked at Brother Jue with dead fish eyes.  He said angrily.

    "I'm here to urge you to publish, do you have any comments?" An Yueqin also replied with a threatening look.

    Hearing this, Feng Bujue hesitated for two seconds, then looked at Ruoyu, Xiaoling and Miss An respectively.  Said three phrases: "Oh, okay, no objection"

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    In the next few dozen minutes.  Feng Bujue seemed a little absent-minded.

    It¡¯s not that he was unhappy, he just couldn¡¯t help but start thinking about life

    Five months ago, he was living day and night with no rules.??live.  Disordered biological clock, poor eating habits, lack of physical exercise, unknown and untreated "diseases", etc What they piece together is a man who faces extremely negative life.

    And today, five months later, Feng Bujue lives a healthy and progressive life, going to bed early and getting up early There is a cat in his home, and a woman he cares about; in the virtual and real worlds  , his social circle has expanded more than ten times; another of his close friends seems to be about to enter the siege of marriage; his understanding of the supernatural world has also made a qualitative leap in both theory and practice  ¡­

    When he looked back Feng Bujue realized that he had changed.  His gloomy life seemed to have a few more colors, and he was submerged and immersed in the hustle and bustle in front of him

    Thinking of this, he suddenly discovered that the real world is not so "boring", "boring", "desperate and disgusting".  Because the world itself does not contain any emotionalism.

    ¡°Disgusting, or loving lifehas always been just the subjective choice and experience of human beings.  If there is any objective pain in this world, it is caused by the mutual influence between people.

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    It was almost dusk and everyone had left.

    Feng Bujue and Li Ruoyu were the only ones left in the room again.

    At half past six, Brother Jue prepared three dishes and one soup, and Ruoyu also tidied up the house.

    They sat across from each other at the table and ate under the afterglow of the setting sun.

    As usual, the two of them talked less during the meal and just ate in silence.

    "Well" Suddenly, Feng Bujue put down the chopsticks in his hand, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said, "I have something to ask you."

    "Say." Ruoyu didn't realize what the other party was going to ask her, so she just responded casually.

    "Can you try to date me." Feng Bujue asked the other party a question in a difficult tone.

    At this moment, the expression on Li Ruoyu's face and the movements of his hands froze at the same time.

    Then, there was nearly twenty seconds of silence.

    These twenty seconds, to Feng Bujue, feel like a lifetime

    Twenty seconds later, she raised her eyes to look at him, maintaining her usual calmness and indifference, and gave a short answer: "Okay." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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