She approached silently, climbing above him.
"What?" Chen Ya asked again, feeling a little guilty this time.
"Is it better to keep me or a cat?"
"What?"
Chen Ya recalled with horror that he seemed to have complained one night, "It's better to raise a cat than you."
"No, weren't you drunk at that time?"
"Is it better to raise me or a cat?" Liu Ruyan asked again without giving up.
"I think it's still a cat." said Chen Ya.
"Meow." Liu Ruyan said.
Chen Ya hugged her and threw her onto the bed. She let out a "giggle" laugh like a silver bell.
…
The next day, they slept all morning. Chen Ya got up to drink some water and then urinate. He stepped on the maid outfit that had been thrown on the floor, not bothering to pick it up.
When I lay back on the bed, a pair of hands wrapped around me again.
"Aren't you hungry?..."
"Okay, don't push over here..."
"……snort."
This was the first time that Chen Ya had breakfast at three o'clock in the afternoon.
…
After a long period of study, Liu Ruyan finally realized that Chen Ya taught her more than just writing.
It was more like he was teaching her how to live and how to face life honestly.
Compared to the present, her past life was more like living in a hazy smoke.
She gradually began to understand the words, "The infinite distance, countless people, are all related to me."
Although she had not yet tried to write even a single word, she felt that when she wrote again, it would definitely be completely different from before.
However, she also understood better why a writer's only talent is to "love the motherland and love the people."
Because if you fall in love with a specific person, your whole heart will be completely occupied and you won't have time to think about other things.
Whenever she was seriously trying to conceive a plot, she would be interrupted by sweet memories in her memory, and then she would think about things related to him with a smile on her face.
Even if the other person is right next to her, she will think about it all day long.
Her life seemed to have returned to a cloud of smoke, and she could no longer see anything else clearly. There was only one person left in the world.
…
Liu Ruyan heard that Chen Ya was making a phone call in his room.
He has been doing this frequently these days, and every time he comes out, he looks serious.
She had a vague feeling that something was about to happen, but she didn't want to think about it.
Until one morning I woke up and found my pillow was empty.
She thought he was going to buy groceries as usual, but when she saw the refrigerator filled with vegetables and fruits, she knew that things were not that simple.
At noon, she refused to cook despite her rumbling stomach, as if she was fighting with something.
She suddenly noticed "Love in the Time of Cholera" placed in a prominent position on the coffee table in the living room. As if she had realized something, she picked it up and opened the first page.
It only says:
“Love is an instinct, but creation is not.
I am not good at love, and you are not good at writing.
We will practice on our own. If one day your book sells more books than this one, I will tell you sincerely how much I love you.
——Chen Ya"
Liu Ruyan then recalled that in the seven months they had lived together, he had never said "I love you" even once.
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