This is life [Quick Transmigration]

After taking the medicine, the information terminal, or rather Su Le, slowly sat down in front of the computer.

The middle-aged woman stood at the door of Su Le's bedroom with an empty water glass, frowned for a while, and finally sighed.

Turning around, I went back to the kitchen, put the cup in the sink, and started cooking dinner with fresh ingredients from the refrigerator, and soon there was a faint smell of food in the room.

Su Le sat in front of the computer desk and sucked his nose hard.

It wasn't until the more intense smoke and fire breath hit his face that his nearly stagnant brain finally started to rotate slowly, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

Quickly move the mouse with the right hand, enter the name of Jiji Literature Network on the browser, log in to the author's background skillfully, click on the manuscripts of several articles in succession, and find that the plot inside has changed strangely.

In these documents, except for the last one written by Oiran, whose ending is that he typed every letter by himself, the other dozen or so have been based on his original work, and have undergone more or less changes from the beginning.

Su Le was not surprised by this.

After all, he has personally participated in every book here as a character and bystander.

It's ridiculous to say that the reason why these real stories similar to wearing a book can happen is because he fell in love with a man.

Falling in love with a person that he could never touch even in reality, this person is also an important supporting role in his book.

As an author, when he created each character, he really put his emotions into it.

Such emotions will always be stronger when writing the character that has always remained in his heart.

He would imagine, if those scenes in the book really happened to that person, what kind of reaction would he have?And how will it be expressed through those subtle expressions unique to that person?What will he say?What kind of gestures will you make?

Whether it's greed, hatred, obsession, or love, hatred, sorrow and suffering, how unforgettable should it be expressed by that person? !

Su Le persistently wanted to know, but had no way of knowing except from his own imagination.

The result of too much obsession is serious psychological problems. He once suffered from depression and had auditory and visual hallucinations, which made him unable to distinguish whether he was in illusion or reality at all times, and even began to have a mental breakdown later on. With severe suicidal tendencies.

Fortunately, his symptoms were discovered in time by his roommates in the same university dormitory and notified the tutor, so that no more serious consequences were caused.

The tutor immediately contacted his parents. At that time, he was no longer suitable to continue his studies, and the school had to suspend him temporarily.

After that, his mother quit her job and stayed with him in his apartment, taking care of him without his hands.

His family is a single-parent family, but the family background is not bad, plus his income from writing, he can be regarded as a small rich, with no worries about food and drink.

After the intervention of a psychiatrist and the careful care of his mother, he recovered well and passed the most dangerous recovery period for depression patients.

However, for that person, the obsession in his heart is still inseparable.

……

Su Le and Qi Changsheng met in a youth hotel near the Potala Palace.

It was the summer vacation after my sophomore year.

He went on the road alone, took the train from the capital, and took a hard seat for more than 20 hours to Golmud.

I stayed in Golmud for another half a day to fill my stomach. It took more than three hours to assemble the mountain bike and prepare all kinds of equipment. After ten days of warm sun and wind and rain, I rode all the way to Lhasa.

When he first arrived in Lhasa, the sky was already getting dark.

I hurriedly found the youth hostel listed in the travel guide, and at the check-in front desk, I saw Qi Changsheng, who was wearing an expensive custom-made suit, who didn't fit in that place.

When he approached, he learned from the enthusiastic Tibetan girl at the front desk that there was only one room left.

Su Le looked at the sky outside, and it was completely dark.

It is obviously not suitable to go out and find another hotel at this time, and Su Le is sure that the situation of other hotels is probably similar to this one.

Sure enough, from the man's mouth, his guess was quickly confirmed.

It should have been a very troublesome matter, but at this time the man was very inconsistent with his aloof and distant image, and timely suggested that the two of them could share a room.

Su Le, who was supposed to refuse, looked at the man, and couldn't think of words to refuse for the first time.

So the man's suggestion was quickly finalized, and the Tibetan girl meticulously wrote his and the man's names on the check-in registration form.

It was at that time that Su Le knew that this man with a cold face and a warm heart was originally named Qi Changsheng, a very elegant name.

At night, Su Le felt a little awkward.

Because there was only a single bed with a width of 1.5 meters and a length of [-] meters in that room, it was not impossible for two men to sleep, but it was indeed a bit cramped, not to mention that the two of them were still at the stage of friendly strangers.

It is conceivable that when you sleep at night, no matter how you sleep, it will be embarrassing in capital letters:

Face to face seems too intimate, and sleeping back to back seems too unfamiliar, not to mention that when sleeping and turning over at night, there will inevitably be some unexpected physical contact...

Su Le, who was sleeping in the same bed with a stranger for the first time, couldn't help feeling a little unnatural when he thought of this.

Seeing a half-old table in the room, Su Le felt embarrassed, so Su Le put the backpack on the table.

Thinking that the manuscript deposit box was about to run out, Su Le took out a newly purchased white Bluetooth keyboard and a tablet with a leather case from his backpack, connected to the store's wifi, and started to code and deposit manuscripts.

Qi Changsheng saw that he started to focus on the code words, so he also took out a notebook from his briefcase and started to deal with the work.

It's just that Su Le felt that he came at the right time, the words were written very smoothly, and the crackling of the keyboard almost didn't stop.

The monotonous and noisy keyboard sound made it even more difficult for Qi Changsheng, who was impatient to read various reports, to concentrate.

Qi Changsheng then turned off the power of the notebook, rested his chin with one hand, and focused on reading Su Le's code words.

Su Le, who was serious about typing, was no longer tired just now, and there was a different look in his eyes that Qi Changsheng had never seen before.

Su Le herself is not bad looking, with three-dimensional facial features, eyes, nose, ears and mouth, which are well matched, just like the creator.

There is also a black "no tear" mole under his eyes, and the look in his eyes makes his already extraordinary appearance even more eye-catching.

Qi Changsheng already liked men, so he couldn't take his eyes off the young man at this moment.

Perhaps his gaze was too hot, Su Le, who was typing, suddenly stopped, looked at him suspiciously, and subconsciously touched his face, "Is there something on my face? "

Qi Changsheng suddenly woke up from his imagination, and his expressionless face became even more rigid.

He waved his hands again and again, and said with a sneer: "No, it's nothing."

I couldn't help asking again, "I see you type very fast, are you writing something?"

Hearing this, Su Le hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Hmm..."

For Internet writers, they don't want people they know in reality to know that they publish articles on the Internet, because this will always give them an inexplicable sense of shame.

However, abnormally, Su Le didn't want to be vague about Qi Changsheng.

He just hesitated for a moment, and then told Qi Changsheng the fact that he would publish the novel on the Internet.

"You write novels?" When it came to the fact of interest, the expression on the expressionless man's face suddenly became richer. "May I know your pen name? Maybe I have read your novels."

"You read novels?!" Su Le's eyes widened in surprise, with disbelief clearly written all over his face.

When Su Le stared, the hidden beauty on the whole face was completely softened, and the bright light of the incandescent lamp was reflected in the pair of almond eyes, which were very pleasing to the eyes.

Qi Changsheng's heart moved, and the next moment he laughed happily, and the aloofness and aloofness all became approachable and gentle.

"Yeah, I also read online novels, why, don't I look like someone who can read novels?"

Su Le nodded with a smile, and the fatigue in his body seemed to be swept away by it.

"What kind of novels do you read?" When Su Le finally had enough of laughing, he asked Qi Changsheng with the corner of his mouth bent.

Qi Changsheng hesitated for a moment, and reported a few names without thinking.

Su Le, who was still smiling at first, paused for a moment, not because of anything else, because among the few essays Qi Changsheng said, one of them was a romance essay written by him.

Su Le remembered clearly that someone under his article did come to ask his colleagues for authorization.

He doesn't have a strong aversion to * like some romance writers, and he also knows that during the serialization of that article, some girls under the review did keep distorting several male characters in the article.

Su Le has always been tolerant to readers. For those readers who are eager for resources, he knows that he can't write * articles, but he will not stop others from writing about his colleagues.

Of course, these Su Le will not tell Qi Changsheng.

So when Qi Changsheng asked about his pen name, he just smiled and said that his pen name was too embarrassing to say, so he just vaguely said that he wrote a romance article for a girl channel.

Qi Changsheng didn't read romance, so he never cared about different people.

However, he knew that some romance writers were a little disgusted with *, so after getting this answer, he didn't bother too much, but he was a little disappointed and classified Su Le into the category of authors who hated *.

However, because of this topic, the two people who had a sense of distance from each other instantly got closer.

When they were sleeping, the two of them washed up separately, and lay side by side on the same bed with some restraint and chatted.

Qi Changsheng recognized the outline of the person beside him in the dark night, thinking of the possible separation of the two the next day, an inexplicable sense of loss surged in his heart.