Save the tragic villain in progress!

Shen Liang's mind was so chaotic that he habitually ignored the system's notification tone.Drowsy and intoxicated under the influence of alcohol, he clasped Shao Quehan's hand tightly and fell deeply into the bed.

Gasp, sigh.

Hugs, kisses.

He felt that he had had a long dream, the scene in the dream was bizarre, and finally it was calm again.Embrace the person beside you and fall asleep, warm and fit.

A ticking clock on the wall symbolizes the passage of time.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

Shen Liang was woken up by a hasty knock on the door early in the morning, as if someone outside was calling him, urging him to die.He was still sleepy, couldn't even open his eyes, frowned and turned over in a daze: "Who is it..."

Mama Zhang is old and has a meek temper. She has never knocked on the door so hastily.

Shen Liang was too sleepy to move, but the knock on the door became louder: "Shen Liang! If you don't open the door again, I will call the police!"

Call the police……

What police report?

When Shen Liang heard these two words, his mind finally cleared up a little.He tried his best to open his eyes and got up from the bed. He threw off the quilt and got out of bed. He was about to see which bastard dared to disturb him to sleep, but before taking two steps, he was caught off guard by the coffee table at his feet and fell on the ground with a thud. on the ground—

"hiss……"

Fuck him.

Shen Liang clutched his knees, couldn't help gasping, thinking what the hell tripped him up.However, it didn't matter. When he found that the thing that tripped him was a white coffee table, he was stunned on the spot as if struck by lightning, and the blood on his face faded instantly.

This is not his room...

To be exact, it wasn't the room where he and Shao Quinhan lived, but Shen Liang's house in the real world.

But how is it possible...

how can that be possible?

Shen Liang subconsciously wanted to get up from the ground, but as if all the strength in her body had been drained, she sat down again.

The knock on the door became more urgent: "Shen Liang! Are you in?!"

how can that be possible?

How did he return to the real world?

Shen Liang staggered up from the ground with a pale face. He touched the hard edged coffee table and then the soft bed. His face was still unbelievable. Finally, he threw himself in front of the mirror and slapped himself fiercely.

With a crisp sound of "pop", the whole world fell silent.

Shen Liang turned his head to the side, a bright red palm print appeared on his pale side face, his ears were buzzing, he maintained that position, and did not move for a long time.

The person outside the door issued a final notice: "If you don't open the door again, I'll just kick it—"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a soft click, and the door opened.Shen Liang stood behind the door with a pale complexion, his eyes were black and blue, and he seemed to have lost his soul.

A man stood outside the door, raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw this, and slowly withdrew his hand that was about to knock on the door.He is tall and tall, with an elegant appearance, but what he said has a poisonous tongue that does not match his appearance: "It's really rare, I thought you died suddenly."

After speaking, he lightly shook his right hand, which was knocking on the door and knocking on the red.

Shen Liang's mind was blank now, and he was completely unable to answer any of his questions. Seeing that it was Chu Xinian, he asked slowly, "Why are you here..."

Chu Xinian and Shen Liang are both authors of the same literary website, and they are also considered friends in real life, and they have a close relationship, but they usually spend most of their time communicating online.

Hearing the words, Chu Xinian went straight into the room and sat down on the sofa. He crossed his legs, then gestured to the manuscript in his hand, and said succinctly: "Academic exchange."

When he said this, his expression was subtle, and he seemed a little reluctant.

Shen Liang paused when he heard the words, and stared at him quietly: "... Are you out of your mind?"

Chu Xinian is writing dramas, and every word of his works is as rigorous as academic research.Shen Liang had read a few chapters at the beginning, but there was always a feeling of wanting to doze off in history class, so he just gave up in the end.

Shen Liang felt that Chu Xinian's books were really rotten, smellier than the old lady's foot wraps.

Chu Xinian felt that Shen Liang's book was bloody, and he was really a scum in the Internet literature world.

In short, they look down on each other.

Chu Xinian came out of nowhere today and said that he wanted to have an "academic exchange" with Shen Liang, which is simply a fantasy.

"I don't want to either, but the editor said that my book lacks some hot elements, so let me ask you for advice." Chu Xinian resisted the urge to roll his eyes out of his own quality, and he took a thick manuscript Put it on the table, the meaning is obvious, let Shen Liang help "palm palm eye".

Shen Liang is not very energetic now, he responded slowly: "Oh, you put it there, I will look back for you."

Chu Xinian picked up the water glass on the table, saw that there was floating dust in it, and put it back again.After thinking about it, he still seriously urged: "I have been writing this book for five years, please read it carefully."

Unlike a heartless author like Shen Liang, Chu Xinian is very serious about every character in his book, so serious that he can spend five years revising and revising it before he can write a manuscript.

Shen Liang didn't even bother to sit on the sofa, and sat directly on the carpet. He picked up Chu Xinian's manuscript and glanced at it, and saw four powerful words written on the cover——

"Qianqiu Fenghou".

Shen Liang twitched the corner of her mouth: "Oh, it's quite like your style."

He used to be a person who loves to laugh, but for some reason, now even the smile becomes very forced.

Chu Xinian glanced at him, raised his head and asked him, "After sleeping for two days and two nights, how do you feel?"

Shen Liang was taken aback when he heard the words, he subconsciously searched for his mobile phone, turned on the screen to check the time, only to find that he had really slept for two days and two nights, he couldn't help but was taken aback: "How do you know?"

Chu Xinian said lightly: "Oh, it's nothing, I haven't seen you fighting with readers for two days."

Shen Liang's books are scolded, and he is not much better, but he is always keen to fight and scold readers, and takes this behavior as fun.There must be a tear every day, rain or shine.

Every time Chu Xinian gets bored, he will click into Shenliang's comment area to watch, just as a condiment in his busy life.

Shen Liang knew that Chu Xinian's dog mouth couldn't spit out ivory, so he sneered: "I don't want to tear you apart, can I?"

"Okay." Chu Xinian changed his sitting position and pointed to the trash can, "but your trash is already smelly, you haven't thrown it away for at least two days."

The smell is quite strong in the room.

Shen Liang silently wiped his face: "You came here just to remind me to take out the trash?"

Chu Xinian smiled: "Not all of them, let me make sure you are still alive, after all, no one at home knows about a sudden death, it seems a bit miserable."

This is an era in which loneliness is carved into the bones.A person who has no blood relatives and doesn't like to socialize, if one day he dies quietly at home, maybe the body smells bad and no one will know.

This is probably one of the meanings of the word "social", not to relieve loneliness, even if it is just so that someone can discover your death.

Shen Liang paused when he heard the words, he didn't know who he thought of, his chest heaved for a moment, and he didn't speak for a long time.The messy hair covered the expression in his eyes, and also covered his distant memory in another world.

Chu Xinian had noticed his abnormal mood since he entered the door, but he couldn't think of the reason.Thinking about what happened during this period, in the end, it can only be attributed to the reason of the novel "Thin Love and Wrong Love"——

It seems that many readers are clamoring and protesting in the comment area, asking Shen Liang to rewrite the ending of one of the villains in the book.

But according to Chu Xinian's understanding of Shen Liang, he is unlikely to change the ending: "Are you still thinking about that villain?"

Shen Liang finally reacted when he heard the words, he slowly raised his head to look at Chu Xinian: "...Who?"

The word was dry and astringent, with an imperceptible tremor.

It's impossible for Chu Xinian to read Shen Liang's bloody literature. At best, he just thinks it's more interesting to watch Shen Liang fight with readers.But fortunately, he has a good memory. After thinking for a moment, he remembered the name that readers always kept on his lips. He frowned and said uncertainly:

"Shao... Que Han?"

Shao, Quilt, Han...

After reading these three words slowly, there was a feeling as if he had passed away. Shen Liang couldn't even tell whether this person really existed or was just a figment of his own imagination.

Shen Liang blinked vigorously, he took a breath, and wanted to answer something to Chu Xinian, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't utter a single word: "..."

What should he say?

Shen Liang clenched his fingertips uncontrollably. Should he say that he had an absurd dream, or that he had really been to that world?

But when he left, he didn't even have time to leave Shao Yuhan a word, and the system completely disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

There is no evidence of their existence...

Shen Liang didn't want to cry in front of Chu Xinian, a man with a poisonous tongue, it was too embarrassing.He buried his face deeply in his palm, and said hoarsely and vaguely: "Well, maybe..."

Chu Xinian stood up from the sofa, frowned, his eyes swept over the palm print on the side of Shen Liang's face, and said with a little worry: "Shen Liang, you are very strange today."

Shen Liang didn't refute, he buried his face in his arms slowly, and said in a low voice, "Maybe..."

But he still wanted to say something, even if it was just to find a glimmer of approval.

"I seem to have time-traveled into my novel..."

His topic jumped too fast, but Chu Xinian managed to keep up, and said with a half-smile: "Time-traveling? Is there any new material for your next work?"

Shen Liang raised his head slowly after hearing the words, so Chu Xinian noticed that his eyes were a little red, and there seemed to be some unknown things hidden in them, and one glance made people feel heavy: "I said that I traveled into the world where I wrote In the novel, do you believe it?"

Chu Xinian: "I don't believe it."

By the way, he also despised Shen Liang's brain, circled his slender fingertips towards his temples, and said slowly: "Too long sleep will cause the brain to slow down, you can understand that you have made a more real one." Meng, don't talk such nonsense in the future, I will suspect that you haven't studied."

Shen Liang was so angry that his eyes went dark, he almost fell to the ground, and managed to hold the table with his hands: Chu Xinian, you bastard!

The dog bastard raised his hand to straighten his clothes, and was about to leave. Before leaving, he left a sentence: "There will be an offline exchange meeting in two days, and we will have dinner together at that time. Don't forget, and, I book, remember to read it carefully."

After he finished speaking, he left the house and closed the door behind him.

With a light click, the room fell completely silent.

Shen Liang sat on the floor alone, not caring about Chu Xinian's departure.He slowly looked up at the ceiling above, as if he was waiting for something, but he didn't see the person he wanted to see until his neck was sore.

"system……?"

Shen Liang made a soft sound, and the ending sound gradually disappeared in the air, but no one responded to him.

"system--"

Shen Liang's voice was a little higher, hiding a trace of helplessness and panic that he didn't know about, but still no one responded to him.

"system!"

Shen Liang's eyes turned red suddenly, and he slammed the table hard, the veins on his forehead popped out, and he shouted into the air almost at the top of his lungs: "You fucking came out!"

"Come out!"

At least tell him that all this is not a dream, Shao Yuhan really existed, really existed...

He crossed without warning, and there was no warning when he left, at least let him leave a word for Shao Quehan, telling him something.That person finally got out of the bad life, what if he went back again?

Shao Quehan finally quit the medicine, what if he starts taking it again?

He is afraid of the dark, can't sleep every night, and walks by himself, what should he do?

Shen Liang ran his fingers through his hair and tightened slowly.He didn't even dare to think about what the world would look like after he left.A drop of tear fell straight down the eye socket and fell on the floor, leaving a tiny wet mark.

Shen Liang trembled all over, and he even began to suspect that those short months were just a dream he had, that Shao Yuhan was fake, the system was fake, and the story was also fake.

But that person clearly existed in such a real way, and he lived in his memory.

Is it really a dream?

This cognition drained Shen Liang's strength in an instant, he closed his eyes in pain, unable to accept this answer.It wasn't until he accidentally saw the computer on the desk that he staggered up and opened the novel website with trembling fingers.

He hasn't logged in for two days, and the comment area has accumulated a lot of unread messages, but the content is similar.One after another popped up.

[One person's blood book changed Shao Yuhan's ending!Fuck, is it worth it for a little white flower like Shen Yan to make himself so miserable? ! 】

[Although I know that dog blood is the author's consistent style, but emmm this is too bloody]

[The author of the dog does not change the ending, and curses you for eating instant noodles without seasoning packets]

[Thousands of Blood Books Change the Ending!The author don't pretend to be stupid! 】

[I haven't been online for two days, I don't know where to go to be free and easy, this ending is really disturbing]

Shen Liang read all the comments, and sat in front of the computer for a long time without moving.He swiped the mouse, and clicked on the last chapter of Shao Yuhan's extravaganza, and a passage of text that was so familiar to him slowly came into view——

[The last time Shen Yan saw Shao Yuhan was in the hospital.He stood outside the corridor, looked through the window, and found that the man who once covered the sky with one hand in City Z was sitting in the coldest corner of the floor, with his hands wrapped around his knees, motionless.

Shao Yuhan is not dead, nor is he stupid, he is just crazy...

He was already crazy many years ago, but later, in order to get Shen Yan, he went completely crazy...]

This was Shao Yuhan's ending.

This is... the ending that Shen Liang gave him...

In just a few strokes, he has exhausted his wounds for several years.

Shen Liang sat in front of the screen, his vision began to blur uncontrollably.He lowered his head without saying a word, his fingertips sank into the palm of his hand, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he tried to endure something, tears fell into the cracks of the keyboard along his red eyes, blurring the letters on it.

"Shao Yuhan..."

He suppressed the choked sobs in his throat, his shoulders trembled,

"Sorry……"

sorry……

He once wanted to bring him out of the abyss, and he also wanted to give him a happy ending that everyone envied.But the story ended too hastily, he hadn't had time to start writing, and Shao Quehan couldn't wait for his ending.

Shen Liang covered the keyboard with her fingertips, almost trembling, and deleted Shao Yuhan's ending word by word.He repeated this movement almost numbly, but when the last word was left, he couldn't do it anymore.

He liked Shao Yuhan so much that he couldn't bear to change him even half a word, he didn't even want to delete half a word or a half punctuation mark.He just wanted to clear away those tragedies and leave a clean Shao Yuhan.

But it was those tragedies and pains that shaped Shao Yuhan.

Such a character, shaped by pain and darkness...

How many words and sentences should he use to express the person in his heart...

On the other side of the screen, the readers are still feeling uneasy about Shao Yuhan's ending; while Shen Liang is on the other side of the screen, finally starting to rewrite the story.

He felt that the ending in his heart this time should satisfy the readers.

However, after sitting at the desk for a long time, it is difficult to write a sentence.

The document was clean and there was nothing, just like Shen Liang's heart was empty and blank.

The sky darkened little by little, and the light and shadow changed and wandered on the floor.The man who sat quietly at the desk for a long time seemed to finally realize the passage of time, moved his stiff body, raised his hand to turn off the computer, and prepared to go to the bathroom to wash up.

He deleted everything, but he couldn't make up even half a word.

Shen Liang randomly ate something to fill his stomach.When I went to the bathroom to take a shower, my brain was still confused.He took off his clothes in front of the mirror, thinking that he would never be able to stay up late, nor would he ever have such absurd dreams...

The shower was turned on, the heat filled the air, and the mirror soon became foggy.

Shen Liang wiped it twice habitually, until a clear spot appeared, and then slowly lowered his hand.However, his eyes glanced over his right shoulder inadvertently, but he found a shallow tooth mark on it, and he was stunned.

"..."

For a moment, Shen Liang suspected that his eyes were dazzled. He rubbed his shoulders, wondering why the wound Shao Yuhan had bitten appeared on his body in the real world, with a surprised expression on his face.

After a few breaths, Shen Liang's eyes turned red uncontrollably.

that's not a dream...

he wasn't dreaming...

The author has something to say: System: I will come back again, do you understand?