Chapter 93 The Universe Comes to Qiang (II) Words Become a Prison.
This small villa is extremely quiet before noon.
The only sound was the automatic cat food machine dispensing cat food when the time came. Even Wei Yuanye's regular morning exercise was suspended today, and he slept in.
Wei Yuanye was the first to wake up, because it was someone else's house. He went into the kitchen to make breakfast and played games for a while. After a while, Zhang Deng also woke up. The kittens surrounded him and sniffed him. Zhang Deng was not awake yet, so he kissed each of them, which made the kittens angry and they ran away.
Zhang Deng turned over and stretched, then asked Wei Yuanye, "What are you doing? Why didn't you wake me up?"
Wei Yuanye saw that he was sleepy and spoke vaguely, which was very cute. He hugged him and kissed him for a long time. He even got tired of kissing Zhang Deng and started to rub his face.
The two of them lay on the bed and played for a long time, and only went out when they heard some noise outside.
Zhang Deng walked out and saw that He Xiaoqiu was already dressed and was about to go out.
Zhang Deng asked, "Are you leaving?"
"What else?" He Xiaoqiu said, "Do I really live here?"
Zhang Deng asked, "Where do you live?"
He Xiaoqiu mentioned the name of a very famous hotel, which is known for its high cost and luxury.
Zhang Deng asked, "Have you made a fortune?"
He was very generous yesterday and seemed to have more money than before.
He Xiaoqiu said: "She's hanging out with a rich man."
Zhang Deng frowned and said, "Why are you always like this? I didn't mean that at all."
"Who said that?" He Xiaoqiu found him even more strange. "I'm just dating a rich man."
Zhang Deng: “…”
Zhang Deng said, "Then you...oh, then...okay."
He Xiaoqiu studied his expression and sneered, "You're really sick."
He Xiaoqiu is actually a very smart and worldly-wise person, but he seems to be more interested in managing love. He is a very sophisticated and selfish person. When he can find a shortcut, he will never go to the trouble of relying on his own efforts.
Zhang Deng asked, "Is he rich?"
"Give me 500,000 a month," He Xiaoqiu said, "not bad."
Zhang Deng didn't know how to comment. He asked, "Are you coming back together this time?"
"No," He Xiaoqiu said, "He should be with his ex-wife."
Zhang Deng couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Go away."
He Xiaoqiu was thinking the same thing. He had already put on his shoes when he suddenly stopped at the entrance and said, "Liu Yan asked me to meet him this afternoon."
Zhang Deng finally found an opportunity to fight back and said, "Why? He asked me to go with him?"
He Xiaoqiu said, "Then I'm not sure. See you this afternoon?"
Zhang Deng: “You——”
Zhang Deng said, "I'm not going!"
"If you don't go, I won't go either?" said He Xiaoqiu.
Zhang Deng: "You are sick."
Zhang Deng asked, "Why did he ask you out?"
He Xiaoqiu couldn't explain it clearly, but Zhang Deng could probably guess that it was expected that Liu Yan couldn't let go of He Xiaoqiu.
Men may have the talent to look ahead and behind, and they are naturally willing to measure and compare, but after losing, they suddenly wake up and immediately know who they really love.
Zhang Deng said: "He has never contacted me."
"He likes you more." Zhang Deng said, "What do you want to talk to him about?"
He Xiaoqiu did not answer this question. Perhaps He Xiaoqiu did not know what he wanted to say to him. He could not even explain why he told Zhang Deng about this.
Maybe it was because only Zhang Deng knew about the mess between him and Liu Yan.
After a long period of time, the three of them have become too familiar with each other. They no longer need to hide anything from each other or use sweet words. They all know what kind of person each other is.
He Xiaoqiu probably just wanted to hear a definite answer from Zhang Deng about whether he should go and what to do if he went.
Zhang Deng said, "Aren't you married already?"
He Xiaoqiu laughed, seemingly at his naiveté, or perhaps at his own carelessness, and said, "It's just a piece of paper from abroad."
Zhang Deng said, "I don't care. Just take care of your own business."
He Xiaoqiu said stubbornly, "I don't expect you to take care of it."
He waved and said, "Goodbye."
"Goodbye." Zhang Deng felt that there was something he wanted to say in his throat, but until He Xiaoqiu left, Zhang Deng still couldn't find the words and didn't say them out loud.
Wei Yuanye came out after washing up and asked, "Is he gone?"
Zhang Deng said, "He said he would meet with Liu Yan this afternoon."
Wei Yuanye asked a question that made Zhang Deng suffocate: "Why?"
Zhang Deng: "Could your question be less direct and heart-wrenching?"
"How would I know why?" Zhang Deng said, "Do I look like someone who would know why?"
Wei Yuanye asked a simpler question: "What to eat?"
Zhang Deng: "...Why so sudden? Huh? I'm really hungry."
It was rare for him to get up so late. He only drank some wine last night and now he felt very hungry. The two of them spent a long time on the sofa looking for the food delivery app and ordered some stir-fried dishes. Zhang Deng was browsing his account a little bored. After he liked He Xiaoqiu's post last time, many fans found that he started using this account again. Many people sent him private messages, and some were waiting for his live broadcast.
Before Zhang Deng could think of how to reply, Hu Ningning went downstairs like a ghost.
Zhang Deng was shocked when he saw her expression. Hu Ningning's face was pale and she looked as if all her blood had been sucked out.
Zhang Deng asked, "Are you going to die?"
"Thank you," Hu Ningning fell beside him and said, "Thank you for your good wishes."
Zhang Deng: "You look really bad."
"Try drinking it for a month straight," Hu Ningning said, burying her face on the sofa. "I won't drink it again. If you drink again, you're a dog."
Zhang Deng ignored her as if she was talking nonsense. Suddenly, he remembered what happened last night and asked, "What's with all those books on your bookshelf?"
Hu Ningning said, "Huh? What's going on? If you like it, take it all."
Zhang Deng: "Your books are exactly the same as my bookshelf."
"Really?" Hu Ningning said, "I don't know, they were all bought by my ex-boyfriend."
Zhang Deng asked, "Did Tong Ying buy it?"
Hu Ningning: "He likes reading. When have you ever seen me reading a book?"
That lamp was even stranger. How could it be so similar? He was thinking about it when Hu Ningning said, "Should I ask him to take those books away?"
Zhang Deng said, "Stop looking for excuses to contact him!"
Hu Ningning fell down again, feeling a little bored. He touched the stuffed doll beside him and said, "How boring."
"Speaking of books," Hu Ningning said, "he seems to really like you."
"Why do you say that?"
Hu Ningning said, "Always asking about you."
Zhang Deng asked, "What do you want to ask?"
"Just some very ordinary things," Hu Ningning said, "Do you want to tell him that you are back?"
"You are hopeless."
Hu Ningning was actually just talking and had no real intention of contacting Tong Ying. After the three of them finished their meal, Zhang Deng was tired and went home with the cat.
He has been overwhelmed by information every day recently and it is not suitable for him to work continuously. Moreover, even if he stays with Hu Ningning, it seems to be of no help.
The people around her lately are really mixed.
In the afternoon, Zhang Deng opened the document again.
He has had a lot of thoughts recently and always feels like writing a novel. He feels empty inside if he doesn't write outside.
Many things in this world will change, and everyone will leave, but his protagonist is the only one who will always be there waiting for him every time he opens the game.
Without this character, Zhang Deng's writing progress slowed down a bit, and his smooth writing style disappeared.
Inspired by Bufa, Li Xin began to consciously write a diary and read some books. She found that this kind of thing was not as boring as she had once thought.
At first, she felt that she could not calm down. She didn't know what to say when writing in her diary, and she was always distracted when reading. Later, she realized that the focus of a diary is on the future, not the present. After a period of time, when she read the diary again, she always had a sense of sudden enlightenment, and realized how she felt at the time.
Time always distorts her feelings. Even when living in the present, she cannot tell whether she is happy or sad, but words always faithfully record everything.
Because they are not shown to anyone and are only responsible for recording, they are very honest, without the style of the Spring and Autumn Period, and are infinitely close to the true origin.
As Li Xin wrote, his works started to become longer and longer.
Recording what she sees and hears every day and the feelings that arise from it has become her second hobby. Li Xin finds that connecting with words is indeed addictive.
Perhaps she has not really established a connection with words yet. She is just a novice in mastering words. She does not use fancy words and advanced rhetoric. She can only write down some real things in a simple and straightforward manner.
But Li Xin is already very satisfied. She has always defined herself as a martial arts general.
One day, Li Xin opened her diary and saw what she had written half a month ago. This is what she wrote.
"I was almost late for work today. I over-exercised last night and was so excited that I couldn't sleep. I didn't fall asleep until 2:30 in the morning. Next time, I won't run for so long at night.
Speaking of waking up, I've recently realized that if you want to get up right away, you can't pay too much attention to how you feel.
If you keep thinking about how late you slept last night or how cold the weather is, it will make it more difficult to get up. If you just think about getting up, it will be much easier.
I had fish-flavored shredded pork rice for lunch, which cost 14 yuan.
I had no classes in the afternoon, so I had two steamed buns and some pickles for dinner.
The living expenses are almost not enough.
The training is a bit tiring.
The teacher said that I have not been in good shape recently, but he said that this is normal. No one can be in good shape all the time. If a person keeps improving, he is not a human being, but a monster. People's condition fluctuates, declines and rises, and as long as you persist, it will be fine.
I don’t pay much attention to my speed now. Speed is just the standard that others use to judge me, not the standard I set for myself.
When I was running today, I felt like I had lost track of the road and couldn't feel my body. When I came to my senses, I couldn't remember how many laps I had run.
Li Xin was flipping through her diary and saw the word "run" appearing repeatedly. It appeared so frequently that she was a little unfamiliar with it. She observed the word carefully, trying to recognize it again, but it seemed as if she suddenly returned to the state at that time. For a moment, Li Xin seemed to hear her own breathing and the sound of footsteps on the rubber track. She felt her brain was blank, with nothing left. When she reacted again, she was sitting at the table in the dormitory with a dim desk lamp in front of her. Her roommates had fallen asleep at some point, and she was the only one left sitting on the floor. The water for soaking her feet had become cold.
Li Xin had a feeling of sudden awakening. She shuddered and didn't know what she had experienced.
When Zhang Deng wrote this, he seemed to empathize with her. He was outside the screen and couldn't extricate himself. He was immersed in the words and kept typing on the keyboard.
His cell phone lit up, but Zhang Deng ignored it. A hand reached out and swiped the screen for him.
Wei Yuanye said: "It's an unfamiliar number."
Zhang Deng said, "Ignore him."
His mind wasn't on the outside world; he was still in front of his computer. Only after he finished explaining the plot and Li Xin had smoothly fallen asleep in bed did Zhang Deng look up and ask, "What did you just say?"
Wei Yuanye showed him the screen, and Zhang Deng saw two text messages.
The first message was from his mother: "Xiao Qiu is back. Do you want to go home for dinner together?"
Zhang Dengxin shuddered, his hand shook, and he clicked delete directly and opened the second message.
"What time did you drink last night?"
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