Su Luo returned to the bedroom and slumped onto the bed.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and his rapid breathing calmed down a little.
I've suddenly found myself with a lot of free time lately, and it's really hard to adjust.
Perhaps he was born to be a workhorse; he only felt fulfilled when he was busy, and felt uneasy when he was idle, always wanting to find something to do.
My hand unconsciously reached for the cigarettes on the bedside table. I had just taken one out and hadn't even found a lighter when there was a knock on the door.
Knock knock knock!
Su Luo knew it was Su Jiani, and immediately put down his cigarette.
He reached out and turned on the light, speaking softly.
"The door wasn't locked."
Su Jianni turned the doorknob, poked half her head out, and grinned at Su Luo.
"Dad, I have tomorrow off, will you take me out to play?"
Su Luo asked in surprise, "Tomorrow is Sunday?"
Su Jiani pouted, somewhat displeased.
"Yeah, you've gotten all confused. Humph, are you coming out with me or not?"
Since Su Luo and Ozawa Nami officially started dating, Su Luo has rarely had time to spend alone with her.
Su Luo remained silent. He had just promised Sister Nami that he would accompany her to watch the sunrise tomorrow.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Su Jianni took it upon herself to speak.
"If you don't say anything, that means you agree, okay? I'm going to sleep now!"
He turned to leave, but Su Luo called him back.
"Wait, how about the day after tomorrow? I already promised Nami-nee I'd go with her tomorrow..."
Su Jianni turned her head, pouting with a wronged look, her eyes slightly red, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
It seemed like Su Luo would burst into tears if she said just one more word.
Su Luo felt a headache coming on, but still wanted to try again, "How about the three of us go out and have fun together tomorrow?"
"Waaaaah!!"
Su Jiani burst into tears, sobbing.
"No, I don't want to! You haven't played with me alone in so long. You're being unfair to me. Are you tired of me? Don't you want me anymore?"
Startled, Su Luo immediately jumped out of bed and tried to soothe him helplessly.
"No, no, I didn't dislike you. Please don't cry. I promise you, I'll go out with you tomorrow, without Nami-nee. Be good, don't cry, okay?"
Su Jianni sniffed, tilted her head back, and her delicate, palm-sized face was streaked with tears.
Her red eyes looked at Su Luo, who was much taller than her, and she asked in a pitiful, trembling voice.
"Really? You're not kidding me, are you?"
Hmph, I had to make her use her trump card. It's so tiring to cry like that; my heart aches with every pang.
How awful, how awful!
Why can't you just agree to go out with her without making her cry?
Su Luo lowered her head, reached out and gently wiped away the warm tears on her cheeks with her fingertips, and said with heartache.
"Really, Nini, I'm not lying to you. I'll definitely spend time with you tomorrow, and you can go wherever you want."
Thinking back, I realize that I have indeed neglected to take care of Su Jianni during this period, spending most of my time with Sister Nami. It has been my dereliction of duty.
Su Jianni suppressed her inner excitement and said seriously.
"Then you have to keep your word."
He stretched out his little finger to hook it with Sulola's.
Su Luo smiled helplessly and cooperated by interlocking her little finger with hers.
"Okay, pinky promise!"
"hey-hey……"
Su Jianni smiled contentedly, glanced at the cigarettes and lighter on the bedside table, and casually put them into her pocket.
Su Luo panicked, "Nini, don't take my cigarettes! I already promised to keep you company tomorrow, no, this is too much!"
He hasn't even smoked it yet. He just opened it and hasn't had a chance to smoke it. This pack of cigarettes is so expensive. It's Hetianxia. He finally wanted to splurge a little.
He usually smokes Changbaishan and Xuanhemen cigarettes.
Su Jianni raised her hand, pointed at him, and gave him a fierce yet cute look, threatening him.
"You're not allowed to smoke anymore. Smoking too much will cause you to develop 'popcorn lung,' which can lead to lung cancer. You'll be in so much pain that you won't be able to live or die!"
Su Luo's eyes widened, and she retorted mercilessly.
"How can you be in a state of wishing for death but unable to live? If you really reach the point where you can't bear the torment anymore, are half-dead, and can't be cured, then just end it yourself!"
Su Jianni tilted her head and gave a wicked smile.
“What if I tried to stop you? Dad, you’ve been so good to me, how could I let you take your own life? As long as you have a breath left, I will take care of you until the very last moment of your life.”
As soon as he finished speaking...
Su Luo froze on the spot, "You..."
This is terrifying to think about!
He had wondered whether elderly people who were unable to take care of themselves, or even speak and communicate with their families, truly wanted to live.
Is living in such a undignified way a painful or blissful experience for the person involved?
He had imagined that if he were to have an accident one day and become a vegetable, he would definitely not want to live.
For him.
If someone cannot move, cannot excrete waste independently, cannot communicate normally, cannot eat normally, and can only be cared for through a catheter, then even if someone takes care of them, it is not a happy situation.
That would be hell. It would be better to just pull out his oxygen tube; a short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one.
It would be better to be reborn as a human, and be a hero again in eighteen years.
Seeing that Su Luo was scared and her face turned frighteningly dark, Su Jianni immediately changed her words.
"Just kidding, I'll definitely follow your wishes. Besides, that day will never come, as long as you don't become addicted to smoking..."
Su Luo breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed her head, and softened her tone.
"Okay, I got it. I'll smoke less in the future. Alright, go to sleep now. Don't stay up late writing novels. You don't need to make money now. Just focus on your studies."
Su Jianni blinked, then suddenly became extremely serious.
"Actually, I don't write just to make money."
At first, it was because of money and to spite her homeroom teacher, but she discovered a different kind of fun in writing it over time.
Su Luo didn't understand.
"What was the purpose of that?"
Writing novels is so tiring, it wastes so many brain cells. I heard that after signing a contract with a website, you have to update at least 4,000 words every day. It takes about three hours to write 4,000 words, which is quite a lot of work. If it's not for money, then what is it for?
Is it because of a hobby? It shouldn't be. If it's a hobby, you can just write whatever you want. If you write every day, you'll definitely feel pressured. Inspiration will run dry sometimes. People aren't perpetual motion machines that can keep producing. You always need to rest.
Su Jianni pursed her lips and pondered seriously.
After a long pause, he spoke slowly.
"It's for the readers. I can interact with them. Some of the comments from readers who support me are quite interesting, while others criticize me. I use a secondary account to argue with them and fight back, which is also quite fun."
Su Luo was stunned: "Huh?!?!"
Using alternate accounts to argue with haters? Is that even interesting? Shouldn't you be angry?
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