Deadline

Yu Ran was typing, wanting to continue his hilarious rants, but suddenly he realized his mood had changed, and he couldn't do it, not even with his Spring and Autumn style. Jiang Liu was different now, and he couldn't smile at him and stab him at the same time.

Since that was the case, Yu Ran worked even harder on his writing, adding three chapters totaling nearly 20,000 words to satisfy the fans.

After updating to Chapter 15, some readers were unhappy:

"The previous part was funny but frustrating. I was expecting a fight back, but there's no such thing! Xiao Song, Xiao Song, stand up!"

Someone replied, "Actually, from what I've seen so far, Jing Liu is a pretty good person besides being a bit sharp-tongued and picky. He's generous but not arrogant or extravagant; he's handsome, talented, and full of courage. Song Yiran, I'm sorry, sister seems to have fallen in love with another male lead..."

Yu Ran thought, this is human nature.

Although the writing style and plot direction have deviated from the original style of complaining, Ranyuan's writing style is really not to be underestimated. One chapter lays the groundwork for the transitional emotions and can completely mobilize the audience's deeper emotions. Gradually, similar comments have become less common, and instead, comments like this are being replaced:

"I'm sorry Jingliu, I was too loud with you before..."

"Jingliu is just a little bit tsundere, actually."

Back to the relationship between Yu Ran and Jiang Liu. After that day, Jiang Liu became more relaxed and easygoing, no longer so strict. Occasionally, a few words of sincere praise would always make Yu Ran excited. Yu Ran became more considerate, and he was able to do things that touched people's hearts.

It seemed as if they had been living like this for a long time.

They are no longer like ordinary bosses and subordinates, but there must be such a relationship in the middle to rationalize all behaviors.

Yu Ran was puzzled as to why his thoughts were so cloudy.

Jiang Liu felt very strange, as there was always a ball of anger brewing in his heart.

"It's almost over anyway," they deceived themselves.

So what if we indulge in self-deception? The end of the world will come as planned in early June. It's not meant to destroy the world, but it's just too much fun to wipe out the synchronized heartbeats of two people in a sea of ​​people.

May was almost over. That day, Jiang Liu asked Yu Ran to come over and lie down, clearly sounding like he had something to tell her.

Yu Ran felt a sense of emptiness in his heart, knowing that what was coming would eventually come. It wasn't until he was face to face with Jiang Liu and felt the scalding sensation of the hot tea poured into his cup that his hands and feet slowly warmed up and began to feel something real. The words in his heart got stuck in his throat, making him want to vomit.

Should I speak first? After all, Jiang Liu was silent for a long time.

"Actually, I have something to say to you." The amber tea soup could not illuminate the smoldering pale face.

"Okay, then who will speak first?" Jiang Liu had finished his tea. He held the empty cup to his lips, reluctant to put it down, in order to hide the strange look on his face.

The hot water "gurgled" and boiled, the steam "puffed" and hit the lid, Jiang Liu turned off the water, and the water column "gurgled" and poured over the teacups and tea bowls "ding-dong." The participants of the tea party were whispering for a while, not giving the two humans room to interrupt.

A moment later, the two spoke simultaneously, and the tacit understanding buff took effect.

"Jiang Liu, I..."

"Yu Ran, actually..." Jiang Liu suddenly stopped talking, and the half-finished words were like a cliff hanging on a mountain. It would be dangerous and difficult to continue.

"Jiang Liu, after this contract expires, I want to try to make a living on my own." Yu Ran jumped down.

Jiang Liu's expression remained calm as he poured himself a drink without haste. While adding more tea to Yu Ran's glass, he said:

"Actually, I can't afford to renew the contract. You did a great job, but the studio no longer plans to continue operating."

Yu Ran was too slow to process the information. His fingertips rubbed the rim of the teacup, drawing circles in his hand. His thoughts were swirling around and around, hundreds of questions all pointing to one single question: "Why?"

Jiang Liu relayed to him what he had told Yu Lei that night: his parents' calculations and tactics, Jiang Yu's reluctance to argue, the transmission of intelligence, his own struggles and powerlessness.

Becoming a florist is Jiang Liu's dream. His hometown, Xiangze City, is the soil where his dream takes root, extending into the roots of his connections, emotions, and memories.

As stubborn as he is, he just wants to protect his passion and everything he has worked so hard for, no matter how stubborn the means. However, the economic downturn gradually shakes his faith.

The above was all Yu Ran's analysis of Jiang Liu's words. While the objective logic was correct, the subjective mental process was flawed. Jiang Liu's habit of concealing the most important point led Yu Ran to misjudge.

Now that they'd reached a consensus, they should get packing done as quickly as possible. These days, Yu Ran had been helping with the packing during breaks from cooking. Jiang Liu had a mountain of clothes, and he'd only taken the expensive and precious items with him, planning to donate the rest. There were even more piles of jewelry, mostly rings and earrings, dazzling and dazzling.

"Do you have any favorites? Help me share some."

Yu Ran was dazzled. He picked out a pair of white mother-of-pearl earrings, wondering if his sealed earrings would accept some decoration.

Besides that, they didn't bring anything else. Many of them were even left untouched. Those things imbued with the scent of their owners couldn't cross the ocean to escort them, and could only practice watching them go by.

Tired of cleaning, Jiang Liu said his eyes hurt and he wanted to find some eye drops. Yu Ran thought it would be quicker to go buy some.

When Jiang Liu came back, he was slumped on the sofa, looking lazy. Yu Ran handed him the eye drops and asked him to apply them himself.

Jiang Liu stretched his neck and looked up to the sky, his hand holding the eye drops bottle raised too high, as if he was dancing a peacock dance.

It was too high, and the few drops of potion that fell didn't even hit the two deep pools.

"Let me help you." Yu Ran quickly went to wash his hands, took the bottle of eye drops and held Jiang Liu's shoulders.

Only from this perspective could one truly understand how he looked so handsome and charming, with bright eyes and a kind gaze. Yu Ran was embarrassed by looking at him, and felt that his gaze was too obsessed.

"I can still do it even if you close your eyes. Let's try it?" Yu Ran said in a low voice.

Jiang Liu was skeptical but obedient, and said "oh" and closed his eyes; his eyeballs rolled under his eyelids, obedient but skeptical.

The bangs remained the same at first, but then they slid down in clumps from time to time, making Jiang Liu so itchy that he squeezed his eyelashes.

As expected, the moment the other party closed his eyes, Yu Ran instantly breathed a sigh of relief. He lowered his head to aim, and the other party raised his head to cooperate. There was a sense of fateful giving and longing between the two.

Place a drop of ice dew in the gap between the upper and lower eyelashes, then place another drop on the corner of the eye, and repeat the same steps on the other side.

Yu Ran initially held onto his shoulders, but then realized that if the liquid didn't slip off before being absorbed, he needed to hold onto his face for balance. So he placed the palm of one hand behind Jiang Liu's ear, his fingertips weaving into his hair.

Jiang Liu opened his eyes obediently, and the two small drops merged into a larger one, easily soaking into his eyes. However, a small amount still flowed down, and Yu Ran quickly extended his thumb to intercept and wipe it away midway.

If Jiang Liu had a "something statue," like a "cat statue," a "dog statue," or a "fox statue," then the one that suited him best was a statue of a deity. "Gods don't cry, so why should we artificially paint them with the murky tears of the world?" Yu Ran thought sadly.

Why did Jiang Liu, a child of such promise, stumble in his pursuit of his dreams? Yu Ran felt sorry for him.

"Accompany me to get my hair cut." Jiang Liushan said with big eyes.

Yu Ran didn't ask, but he had experience. Isn't it just about entering a new life and starting to change from scratch?

In that case, why don’t I follow suit?

"Haircut." Jiang Liu said.

"Dye your hair." Yu Ran said.

The two of them sat in the barber shop for four or five hours, feeling completely at ease. It was simply because they both had long hair, and Jiang Liu prized it above all else, demanding a great deal: layers, tangles, length, overall look, and style. Yu Ran, on the other hand, wasn't one for those jargon-filled haircuts; a combing time of more than half a minute was a blessing. He had no idea how his wolf-tail mullet had managed to stay that way without becoming a fringe style—so the hairstylist spent a considerable amount of time on pre-dye treatments.

When I came out, it was almost dusk.

Smoldering golden brown hair will become the new sun!

Jiang Liu hasn't changed much overall, but every detail added together makes him look more refined.

"Actually, it's a little shorter." Yu Ran watched from behind. It used to reach the chest, but now it's about an inch above the chest.

That green ribbon was found again. Wonderful! Dark green, a graceful and classical color scheme, reminded one of ancient trees, deep pools, and crows at dusk. All sorts of fantastical things captivated Jiang Liufa.

"What do you want to do?" Jiang Liu was only half an arm's length away from the other person, their eyes were so close, yet their gazes were thinking so far ahead.

Yu Ran was a little hesitant about whether to tell him about the rehabilitation of the novel.

There are risks in speaking out.

"I want to do something I love." Realizing that this was ambiguous, as if I didn't like cooking, I quickly added, "There was a project in college, and the person in charge at the time contacted me and said it was time for a second phase. I wanted to give it a try and get back to the feeling I had before."

University project - "Water and Fire".

The person in charge at that time was editor Fuka.

It’s time for the second installment—time to start a new article.

I want to give it a try and get back to the feeling I had before - I'm already writing, trying to recreate my peak period.

Jiang Liu nodded vaguely.

"What about you?" Yu Ran asked politely.

"Anyway, let's urge Jiang Yu to study first, and then slowly get to know the various things in the company. I just don't know what position they will assign me." Jiang Liu said nonchalantly, but that was the reality he had to face.

It's time for dinner. Jiang Liu said, "I'll treat you to a meal."

It’s clearly not the last day of the contract, but what I did today seems to have overdrawn the arrangements for the remaining days.

The two of them strolled leisurely through the garden. The restaurant was just around the corner. "Xiaosheng Bamboo Garden" sounded familiar; it wasn't just a name he'd read in books before. Yu Ran thought to himself. Perhaps there was a forgotten story here, one that resonated with his present self.

After ordering a few special dishes, Yu Ran was still very serious about learning the skills. At the same time, he recorded Jiang Liu's preferences for the dishes, and now he had a recipe in mind.

When everyone went home in the evening, he couldn't help but make a summary.

The story begins with the words on the bookmark. Initially, Yu Ran considered Jiang Liu his enemy, largely because his brain was rusty at the time, which was the only way he could come to that conclusion. He even considered Jiang Liu a ferryman, guiding him through the maze to the other side of the past. As witnesses emerged during their interactions, Yu Ran realized that the more he thought about it, the more painful it became.

Today, saying goodbye to Jiang Liu, the secret goalkeeper, is equivalent to no longer being stuck in the past.

It is true that he has lost his memory, but now it seems more like Yu Ran has taken the initiative to abandon those memories.

His new life was about to begin. The smoldering man lived three lives. The first was from zero to twenty-two, the second was twenty-two years and six months, and the third was from now on, an infinitely long time.