That night, He Wen and Jiang Sheng played crazy.

There is no alcohol or music that young people like, there is no excess passion and enthusiasm, and there is nothing that can even stimulate people's emotions.

They were just like two children, chasing and fighting around, and finally fell down together on the grass exhausted.

The evening breeze at night is extremely cool. On such a sultry summer day, after sweating all over and being blown by the wind for a while, it seems like you can forget all your worries.

It is a kind of comfort that can penetrate into the muscles.

He Wen blew the wind and felt the skin on his neck being "stinged" by the blades of grass. He suddenly realized that he had not experienced this feeling for a long time.

This feeling of breathing gradually calming down and sweat gradually evaporating.

The reason was probably that it had been a long time since he had collapsed from sweating profusely and being exhausted like this.

The reason why he used to enjoy sports.

Perhaps it's because he likes to collapse after exhaustion and then let his body run on its own.

So you can feel the beating of the heart in your chest, the flow of blood in your arteries, and the rising warmth in your neckline.

There were no pedestrians nearby, and when the city was deserted at night, even the sky was inevitably lonely.

The moon disappeared without a trace, leaving only one star shining alone, looking a little at a loss.

"Huh, I've been with you for so long, and I haven't finished my work yet."

Sighing helplessly, He Wen suddenly picked up the black cat from the ground, placed it on his chest, and put a hand on the other person's back.

"But thank you, I feel a lot more relaxed."

"Meow..." Jiang Sheng was also a little tired, so he just lay on the young man's chest, drooping his beard.

This time, it was its turn to feel the heartbeat of the youth.

The heartbeat was a little fast and a little restless.

A little hasty and a little confused.

It's hard to say why the heartbeat is so blank. However, it should be the same as the young man's expression at the moment. He is empty and doesn't know what he is thinking.

"so tired."

He Wen suddenly said something carelessly.

"Every day, I worry that what I write is not good enough, that the plot is boring, and that the words are mechanical and mechanical."

As he spoke, the young man stroked Jiang Sheng's hair with his hand.

"Little guy, do you think it really makes sense for me to continue writing like this?"

"Um, isn't it time to give up?"

"Meow." Jiang Sheng didn't understand what He Wen was talking about, and didn't know how to answer.

So it just barked and then continued to wag its tail.

The street lights on the street were slightly dim, dotted on the edge of the grass, and scattered in silence.

But when people stare at the past, they feel dazzling.

Just like at this moment, He Wen didn't dare to look sideways.

There is no doubt that compared to the dazzling light, the deep night sky makes him feel more at ease.

He is always like this, he likes to hide when he is scared.

If you have a mediocre appearance, you will avoid asking others to take a closer look.

I am not good at words, so I try to record my thoughts in words.

Tired of socializing, he cut off many contacts with the outside world.

But deep down in He Wen's heart, there is actually something that he can always be proud of.

That is, he has never completely compromised until now. He has been working hard to live in the way he chooses.

Even though countless people have advised him to be confident, integrate into society, and get used to communication.

But he just stubbornly chose to stay in a corner, in a place where no one else could see him. He thought, imagined, recorded and told alone.

He spent almost all his time alone.

In junior high school, high school, and college, he was always immersed in writing some incomprehensible things under the strange eyes of others.

Unlike all those who enjoy their youth, although they live in seclusion, they still enjoy themselves.

Gradually, he began to have some considerable income, and even had a considerable amount of savings before graduation.

He seemed to be proving it to the people around him little by little.

Even if you can't learn how to be human, even if you stumble when speaking, even if you escape the grinding of society and live quietly, you can still live with peace of mind.

Then, he broke his arm in an accident, had two major surgeries, and lay in bed for a whole year.

Then, he suffered from obsessive-compulsive disorder, which subsequently induced a series of mental problems.

Life seems to have fallen into the deep sea. The present is cold and trapped, and the future is boundless and unknown.

Lately, without any warning, he would always imagine himself sinking. Sinking into a darkness where no light could be seen, unable to breathe, and not knowing what was underneath.

I just stared blankly at the fading lights and shadows above my head, and then allowed the fear in my heart to slowly grow.

He began to fear the current unstable life and began to imagine what else he could do besides writing.

He tried to start over, but he didn't know how to start.

Everything seems to be trapped in a vicious cycle.

Torturing him, questioning him, ridiculing him.

It made him involuntarily doubt himself, deny himself, and despise himself.

So, He Wen thought of giving up...

If I start from now on and become a person who meets the needs of society, it should be too late.

"Meow."

But the next moment.

Jiang Sheng used his paw to give the young man a firm pat on the face.

The force wasn't heavy, but it wasn't light either. At least it tilted the face a little.

"you……"

He Wen stared blankly at the black cat, wondering for a moment whether it was an unintentional move or whether it was intentional.

In short, for the first time, he felt that someone was stopping him from walking towards the direction where the crowd was gathering.

He even pulled him back a little.

"You also think I shouldn't give up, right?"

Suddenly, He Wen lowered his head and asked the black cat eagerly and happily.

Unfortunately, this time, Jiang Sheng didn't intend to pay attention to him. So he just curled up in his arms, closed his eyes and dozed off.

But that's enough, isn't it?

The smile on the young man's face no longer faded, but became more cheerful.

Finally, he hugged the black cat and lifted it into the air amidst the other's screams.

At night, the evening breeze on the grass may be cooler again.

…

When He Wen brought Jiang Sheng back home.

He rarely closed the computer, washed up early, and prepared to go to bed.

Before going to bed, Jiang Sheng used his paws to cover him with a corner of the quilt.

He Wen was not surprised or surprised, he just touched the black cat's head with his backhand.

Then Jiang Sheng gave him a vicious look.

Cut it, if you don’t touch it, don’t touch it, so why is it so bad?

He retracted his hands into the quilt awkwardly.
Chapter completed!