Su Xun spent her summer vacation at home. She worked as a tutor for two months, teaching children how to write compositions.

During this period, she didn't stop writing either, and directly finished a novel of more than 300,000 words. She became more and more adept at this, and during the writing process, she could clearly feel that she was happy, and every cell in her body was enjoying the pleasure of conceiving the plot.

In mid-August, she received an email from a producer at a local film and television company who expressed interest in buying the rights to "It's Hard to Prevent My Heart from Fluttering" and adapting it into a film or television series.

The last fantasy novel was adapted into a TV series and received a very good response. Even the unknown director's popularity soared, and she, as the original author, also became a little famous.

The producer who approached her this time knew her through the director she had worked with before. After selecting the book, he immediately contacted her and asked if she would be willing to try adapting the novel into a screenplay.

Su Xun had never tried writing a script before, so she was a little unsure of herself. However, she knew that she secretly hoped for it. The plots in the novel were already formed in her mind, and if she herself brought them to life, they would be even more fitting for the role of the writer.

Finally, she finalized the deal with the other party and collaborated with another experienced screenwriter to rewrite the script. Her part was the romance between the secondary couple in the novel, which she was able to handle.

The entire holiday was quite fulfilling, without the emptiness I felt last time at home.

In mid-September, Pei Ke went to Japan, accompanied by another boy from her class, whom Su Xun did not know.

The day of departure happened to be a weekend. Su Xun saw the person off at the airport. Unlike in TV dramas, the couple didn't hold each other tightly, push and shove, or cry their eyes out at the airport.

Su Xun and Pei Ke were reluctant to part, but they didn't cry as dramatically as some might imagine.

"I'm leaving." Pei Ke pulled the person into his arms one last time, lingeringly inhaling the fragrance from the other's clothes.

Su Xun patted Pei Ke on the shoulder, "Go on."

Su Xun stood in the lobby, watching the plane take off through the glass, leaving a white arc in the sky.

Pei Ke could reach Japan in just one or two hours.

She took out her phone, pulled up a section of the script she had already written, checked it again, and then sent it to another screenwriter.

It seems she's found something she wants to do, which is great.

This semester's course load has increased significantly, with several additional courses added. The other students around me are no longer taking it easy; instead, they are diligently studying the ancient poems they haven't memorized and the origins and variations of various Chinese characters, which has caused them to lose a lot of hair.

So it turns out nursing homes aren't all that great for seniors after all; people still have some backbone.

Su Xun now shuttles between the classroom and the library every day, no longer lying around in the dormitory like a salted fish.

After class, she goes to the library. Although she boasted last time that she would read all the books in the library, which is difficult to achieve, she still wants to read as much as possible and be accompanied by words.

I don't know when it started, but the weather has turned cold again. The bare branches outside, which seemed lush and green just yesterday, have lost their vitality and stand stubbornly in the cold wind.

Around 9 p.m., Su Xun sat in the library, surrounded by empty seats. There were only about ten people in the entire library, which was completely different from usual.

Rain started falling outside, hitting the glass and adding to the cold and desolate night.

Su Xun then remembered that today seemed to be Christmas Eve. She took out her phone and found that it was indeed filled with messages, including some from Pei Ke.

She remembered that winter break in Japan started at Christmas, which lasted for more than ten days. She wondered if Pei Ke would come back.

In the past few months, she and Pei Ke haven't met once, only video chatting once a week, and she misses him terribly.

She clicked on the familiar WeChat profile picture, smiled knowingly, her eyes crinkling, and her whole face began to come alive even in the cold night.

"I'll be back the day after tomorrow."