The man had never seen the woman's face at night.
What he always saw was a woman who had let down her guard and belonged completely to him.
In the minds of men, women are those who wear rouge and powder but like to smoke.
"Ah... So she smoked in front of men..." Tang Ze said with some emotion: "Then from the men's point of view, perhaps this is also an act of women showing their truest self."
"Taking a walk with the dog every day, chatting with women in the time it takes him to finish two cigarettes is his third pleasure."
Ignoring Tang Ze's sigh, Saegusa Fumi just stared straight ahead, not even willing to blink.
The appearance of a woman brings a different color to a life full of loneliness and darkness.
His mood will therefore fluctuate like waves and he will never be able to calm down.
It's like a stone thrown into a lake. Even if the stone has sunk into the lake, the connection it creates will continue to ripple outward.
But even so, he was not optimistic enough to fall in love with a woman and support each other through the rest of their lives.
The most he could do was to give the other person his favorite black tea.
If life goes on like this, perhaps two lonely people will eventually come together.
But one day, an accident happened.
The woman fell in love during a chance encounter at work.
The other party is a mystery novelist.
It was originally an ordinary job, but after the woman complained in casual conversation that she always encountered men who hit her, the novelist initiated a relationship proposal to the woman.
And after that, the novelist proved himself.
The novelist is not only a considerate lover, but also a fatal temptation to women.
That is, during their relationship, even if the novelist was drunk or had a big fight, he never hit her.
This was a temptation she could hardly resist.
She was crazy about love and even kissed her lover passionately in the park at night, not caring whether there were neighbors or other people prying at her.
Perhaps even if she was seen, she would not feel ashamed of it, but would think it was a kind of showing off.
The man also saw this scene, and the previously surging heart seemed to be extinguished like a fire by cold water, leaving only cold and dark residue.
But he still maintained his usual pace, not actively fighting for it, just walking with the other person as a friend when walking the dog.
"What do you think they'll talk about?"
Saegusa Kazami returned to his seat, looked at the manuscript, and said, "I think you just glossed over this part."
"Because I don't know what they will talk about." Tang Ze replied truthfully: "But I think it should be related to the novelist."
"I think so too." Sanzhi Fengjian smiled and said, "What do you think about adding this paragraph?"
Saegusa Kazami picked up a pen and wrote a scene or dialogue on the blank space of the manuscript paper.
——Like countless secret love stories, the woman happily shared the story between herself and her lover with her friends who liked her.
"This is the first time I'm in love with a man who doesn't hit women." He smoked a slender ladies' cigarette, his face full of sweetness and longing for happiness.
"Generally speaking, this is how it should be."
The man absentmindedly exchanged the dog leash with his hands, trying his best to suppress his emotions in a calm tone to avoid any strangeness in his voice.
"But for a woman like me, it's an exception. It's God's preference for me." The woman held a cigarette between her fingers and looked at the sky with a smile.
"Is that so?" The man looked ahead absentmindedly, with regret, annoyance, envy and other emotions in his heart.
At the same time, I also feel regretful. I hate myself for always being so inferior and sensitive, and for not being able to be braver.
The woman seemed completely oblivious to the man's emotional journey. After exhaling a puff of cigarette, she looked at him and said, "By the way, my boyfriend's birthday is coming soon. What kind of gift would he like as a novelist?"
When writing this, Saegusa Kazami stopped writing, looked at Tang Ze with a complicated expression and asked, "What do you think a man would say about a gift suggestion?"
"As a critic, the man has obviously read the novelist's work."
Karasawa did not directly answer Saegusa Kazami's question, but offered his own analysis: "I think men ultimately suggest that women give novelists gifts related to their works, right?
Seeing the things in the book appear in reality is a very precious gift for every author.
For example, the ancient sword used by the protagonist of the novel."
"This is a very exciting mystery that can be written into a novel." Saegusa Kazami picked up the tray and took a sip of the minty black tea.
"Thank you." Tang Ze wrote it down.
Meanwhile, Nanatsuki Koshimizu turned to the next page and read out the contents: "Although the novelist liked the woman's gift very much, it was not what he truly wanted.
What he really wants is for his work to be popular and well-received by the industry and readers.”
"Anyone who writes a book would want these." Saegusa Fumi said lightly while holding a teacup.
"That's right."
Tang Ze nodded and said, "And the more a novelist cannot get, the more crazy women will be.
For the one and only lover in her heart, she is willing to pay any price as long as she can do it."
"But as a woman, I can't understand why she would have sex with editors and critics for this reason."
Nanatsuki Koshimizu frowned and said, "She has lost herself because of love and has completely lost her judgment.
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