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

The climate in S City is full of malice. Winters here are bone-chillingly cold, and summers are 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, apart from being busy in the game, Feng Bujue also has more and more things in his 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 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 perfectionistic 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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Bang bang bang bang...

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...

"Huh--" 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 spit 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 continued coldly, "At least he didn't spray it directly on 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 must be the rotation of the earth that distracts you." Ruoyu replied immediately without expression.

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 his friends, "I seem to have remembered... today is the 'bad movie marathon' Day', right?"

"Yes, we have already finished watching one." Xiao Tan replied.

"Speaking of which..." Brother Jue continued, "This was originally a party for the three of us. 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 write a manuscript. Do you have any comments?" An Yueqin 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 wasn't that he was unhappy, he just couldn't help but start thinking about life...

Five months ago, he was living an irregular life day and night. 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... …

Looking back... Feng Bujue realized that he had changed. The gray tone of his 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 realized that the real world was not so "boring", "uninteresting", "desperate and disgusting". Because this world itself does not have any emotional color.

Hate or love life... It has 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 influence between people.

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It was almost dusk, and everyone had left.

Only Feng Bujue and Li Ruoyu were left in the room.

At half past six, Jue Ge prepared three dishes and a soup, and Ruoyu also cleaned up the house.

They sat opposite each other at the table and ate in the afterglow of the sunset.

As usual, the two of them talked less during the meal, just eating silently.

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

"Go ahead." Ruoyu didn't realize what the other party wanted to ask her, so she just responded casually.

"Can you...try...going out with 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 her hands froze at the same time.

Then, there was silence for nearly twenty seconds.

These twenty seconds, to Feng Bujue, felt like a lifetime...

After twenty seconds, she looked up at him, maintaining her usual calmness and indifference, and gave a short answer: "Okay." (To be continued...)