You're My Belated Happiness

01 in March, Hangzhou city is hot and cold, and spring, summer, autumn and winter come one season at a time. Ruan Yu picked a sunny day to return home. I got the news a while ago that the old house there will be demolished soon. Nostalgic people can't hear this kind of thing. If they are idle, they should go back and have a look. The Ruan family's old house was built in the urban-rural fringe of Suzhou City, surrounded by similar private houses with mint green outer walls, three stories high and a triangular attic on the top. Ruan Yu moved from here after graduating from high school. He hasn't come back for nearly eight years. The empty house was cleaned not long ago. There was too much dust in it, but it was old-fashioned. She unlocked the door and walked around the attic. There are some old things from her school days. The wooden ladder leading to the attic was creaking. After the curtain was opened, the golden light came in, and some small dust and mustard floated in the air. After simple cleaning, Ruan Yu moved out of an old wooden box and sat down cross legged on the floor. Just after opening the lid, the mobile phone rang. She plugged in her headphones and turned on the phone. She kept turning the box. A female voice came from the earplug: "Miss Ruan, after receiving this call, you still haven't submitted the new outline to your former editor as of 1:00 p.m. on March 19. And that day, eleven months after the end of your last book. " Ruan Yu chuckled: "you've been a predecessor. You're very hard at debt collection?" "Please take a correct attitude." She looked at the ceiling and sighed, "Ms. Shen, Miss Ruan remembers that she said she would give it to you at the end of March." "Has she chosen the subject?" Ruan Yu was dejected. He sniffed and said, "No The person on the other end of the phone became irritable: "eleven months, Ruan Yu, I've had a baby and I've finished my month! You're a full-time writer. Do you want to go through with it? " She casually opened a diary in the box, one eye did not look at it, perfunctorily said: "when there is no inspiration, writing books may not be easier than having children." "You build your car behind closed doors every day. Who do you expect to inspire you? Writing books... " Shen Mingying is still talking, but Ruan Yu has no voice. Her eyes fell on the diary, and the whole person seemed to freeze. The old paper was yellowing slightly in the sun, and it said, "it's fine on May 11. I met Xu huaisong three times today. For the first time, I went to the office with my English test paper in my arms. I met him and several boys in his class standing in the corridor to be disciplined. The instructor is a real murderer. " "The second time, I passed the school art museum and found him squatting in the grass nearby, feeding a stray cat a can. It turns out that he likes cats, too. That's good. " "The third time, I went to PE class and saw him running circles on the playground alone. He looks good when he takes off his glasses. No wonder a girl always gives him water. I also bought water, but I dare not deliver it. If my father knew that the object of my puppy love was the students in his class, Xu huaisong would be in bad luck! Oh, but he may not be willing to fall in love with me.... " Ruan Yu didn't make a sound for a long time. Shen Mingying thought something had happened to her and asked where she was. She answered "in her hometown". After that, her eyes lit up a little bit: "Mingying, I have it." "What's there? I've thought of the topic?" "Yes, background, campus, how about the theme of secret love?" The phone was dead for a moment, and then: "ball, ball you, wake up! That kind of painless youth literature has been ruined since 800 years ago, and there is no money to speak of! " Ruan Yu looked at the diary: "but Do you remember Xu huaisong? " Shen Mingying ignored this strange turning point and asked, "who is that?" "Our high school, class 10." "Oh I don't talk much about tall and thin, the one you secretly loved in those years? You won't meet him in sushi, will you Xu huaisong is indeed from Suzhou City, and his grandmother's home is also nearby. However, as far as Ruan Yu knows, he left here earlier than her, and his friends around him have not heard from him for many years. She closed her diary with a smile and said, "how can you think it's a novel?" After thinking about it, he said, "I'll give you the outline in a few days. I'll hang up." *back in Hangzhou, Ruan Yu began to ponder over the new article that night and worked out the outline in three days. His inspiration dried up, and for the first time in 11 months, he was full of thoughts. After sending the outline to Shen Mingying's email, she received her wechat message: "isn't that what happened to you and Xu huaisong? "" yes. "" are you going to challenge the sad story of a heroine who loves her alone? "I'm very upset. Ruan Yu dialed a voice call and said, "am I stupid enough to dig my own grave? It's not a documentary column. The male protagonists don't like the female protagonists any more. It's also called romance novels? " Xu huaisong doesn't like her, but art comes from life and is higher than life. Can't she adapt the bitter single love into two-way secret love?Shen Mingying was happy at that end: "I understand. This is the author's own erotic article." Ruan Yu choked. That's fine. "OK, but to remind you, Xu huaisong's high cold style is not so attractive now. Coupled with the slow hot elements of campus and secret love, I don't think the data in this article will be too beautiful." Ruan Yu seemed to be quite open-minded and said with a smile, "try it. If you can't do it, just entertain yourself. You also said that it's Erotic Writing." Hung up the phone, she took a cup of milk tea to the computer, began to read the diary, ready to pick a few stems to try to write. I haven't written for a long time. I have to find my hand first. After a few turns, she stops on a page with an unusually large number of words. The paper was full of writing, which seemed to show the surging. The record time is the new year's day of senior three. Ruan Yu recalled for a moment. That day was the last time that she and Xu huaisong got close in that one-man secret love in high school. That night, the school playground was full of people. She pretended to be casual and stood quietly on his right side. Unexpectedly, the fireworks exploded for a moment, and she was suddenly held by him. She was surprised, but in the light and shadow, she saw the sorry look on his face. He released his hand, pushed the thin glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, it's wrong." Ruan Yu typed this paragraph into the document. But she guessed that the readers must have thought that since the male owner said "wrong", there must be a "right" person. It seems that the man is not the mistress. It's boring! Abandon the text! She held her head for a moment, knocked down a line of words, and added a paragraph at the back: after finishing this sentence, his heart beat like a drum, and the banging sound from his chest was more fierce than the fireworks above his head. This implies that the so-called "wrong lead" is the excuse of the man. After writing, Ruan Yu sipped the milk tea at hand. It's a bit of self entertainment. *at the same time, in the attic of a private room in the area to be demolished in sushi, more than 100 kilometers away, a little girl in school uniform ran downstairs with a box: "Mom, are these rags still useful?" Tao Rong looked into her hand: "it's all from your brother's high school. Pack it and put it away." Xu Huaishi made a "Oh" sound, put down the dust box and picked up an old mobile phone in it: "when I was in high school, I still used such a broken old mobile phone? It's a sense of the times. " "For fear of affecting his study, I bought this one specially for him." Tao Rong looked at her and said, "don't touch your brother's things." "It's just a broken cell phone. It can't be turned on without electricity..." She is blindly pressing the power button to mumble, but unexpectedly, the screen of her mobile phone suddenly lights up, which startles her. So many years later, it still works. Is it a mobile phone or a fighter? Xu Huaishi was stunned. Seeing Tao Rong, she quickly hid her mobile phone, squatted down and buried herself in the whole thing, then turned her back and secretly stirred up trouble. Old non intelligent machine, no password after boot, long press the asterisk key, and then click "confirm" to unlock. She randomly pressed a few times to enter the main page, and then pressed twice to see the "phone book". Not a single contact. Back to the "short message" interface, I didn't see a short message. Yes, it's Xu huaisong. Nothing, she planned to shut down, but just quit noticed the number 327 on the side of the "draft box" column at the bottom of the page. Three hundred and twenty-seven drafts? Her brother is doing math problems on this plane? Xu Huaishi struggles for a moment, points in and opens one. The recipient is empty. Editing time: 0:10, January 1, 2010. Content: "I lied to you. Happy new year. "with a shaking hand, Xu Huaishi smelled a smell of puppy love across the screen. Puppy love? What kind of person is her brother? The gesture of holding her cell phone suddenly became pious.