Confession

The wind blew the pages of the book, and the dampness and suffocation did not subside but became more and more intense. Lin Xu's hands and feet were cold, and his masked face lost all color, turning pale as paper.

thump -- thump -- thump --

The heart was beating violently, and every beat made the body ache. Big drops of sweat flowed from his forehead and fell into Lin Xu's eyes, making his eyes red, swollen and sore.

The person stood in front of him, but Lin Xu didn't dare to move like a sculpture. His arms froze, and he couldn't write while holding the pen.

Did he hear wrong?

Why is it Guo Shule's voice?

Lin Xu swallowed his saliva, his throat was dry and sore as if it had been sanded, he looked up at the other's hand wrapped in gauze, still holding a trace of luck in his heart.

——No...how could it be?

How could he be Guo Shule because he hid it so well and hasn't been found for five years?

Lin Xu was breathing very fast, and he didn't dare to raise his head to confirm it. He was afraid that any movement would reveal himself, so he didn't dare to bet.

In fact, his reaction has long been exposed.

Guo Shule looked at his hairy arm, smiled, leaned over slightly, and supported the table, "Mr. Xutian, will you not not fulfill my little wish?"

If what was just now can be explained by auditory hallucinations, then the clear words are ringing in my ears now. The distorted devil wears a kind mask and uses perfume to cover up his rotten body. The coldness of the bone marrow.

That was the voice that Lin Xu would wake up from nightmares for the rest of his life.

"Teacher Xutian." The staff walked forward, "The activity here is over, you..."

With a "snap", Lin Xu closed the book abruptly, threw the pen on the table, ignored the staff's surprised gaze, and strode away.

He walked quickly, and a voice inside his body urged him to leave quickly.

go, go.

Lin Xu couldn't hear everything around him, only humming remained in his ears, and the colorful colors in front of him were distorted rapidly, turning into a black and white silent scene in just an instant.

go, go.

Lin Xu started to run, he didn't care about anything, he just knew that he couldn't appear in front of Guo Shule as Xu Tian, ​​and couldn't let Guo Shule find out that Xu Tian, ​​who was well-known in the literary circle, was him.

It's a pity that it was too late, and the ghost behind him followed like a shadow, chasing after him, grabbing Lin Xu's arm and forcing him to stop.

boom---

A white light exploded in Lin Xu's mind, and his body's stress response was one step ahead of his brain's. He turned around and hit Guo Shule fiercely at the same time!

He thought he had used all his strength, but in fact he only made Guo Shule take a few steps back.

Lin Xu was gasping for breath, his hands and feet were swollen, he was severely hypoxic, his body was arched with his arms supporting his legs, his back was already soaked, and unstoppable sweat was still dripping down his body.

Guo Shule looked at him condescendingly, and said amusedly, "Why are you running away? Teacher Xutian, you haven't signed my autograph yet."

"...What on earth are you going to do?" Lin Xu asked hoarsely.

"Nothing." Guo Shule said innocently, "I just want your autograph."

Lin Xu stood up straight, looked at the man who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, held back his shuddering breath, and tried his best to keep himself on eye level with him,

"You are so famous, what's the problem if I want your autograph?" Guo Shule smiled and approached step by step, "Lin Xu, I have read all your books, and I felt a familiar feeling at that time. It's just that I didn't expect it to be really you."

Lin Xu clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his arms and neck bulged, and he asked each word, "What do you want to do?"

"It's not what I want to do." Guo Shule smiled, "I should look at what has happened."

"..."

"Teacher Xutian, do you usually go to Weibo a lot?"

Lin Xu was silent for a moment, his pupils suddenly shrank.

His phone has been vibrating non-stop since the very beginning, and he thought it was Jiang Yang, but now that he thinks about it, it may not be the case.

Five years did not leave traces of time on Lin Xu's face, nor did it change Guo Shule's calm and hypocritical appearance, exactly the same as back then.

Memories overlapped, Lin Xu's shattered memories were unraveling, and the hoarse question he asked Guo Shule back then sounded in his ears——

【"Why do I treat you as a friend, why do you do this to me?!"】

【"Guo Shule, you are so disgusting, this is my hard work, my story! Do you have a moral bottom line, why do you just take it? Why do you——!"]

【"Are you happy? Everyone is scolding me for plagiarism, you have achieved your goal, right!"】

【"Guo Shule, the last thing in my life is to know you. It took me eight lifetimes of bad luck to make friends like you!"】

Today's Lin Xu will not question in such embarrassment anymore, because he knows that he will not get an answer, and his own grief will not make the other party feel any guilt, and crying like a weak person will only make Guo Shule stand on a high ground and sneer more unscrupulously.

Lin Xu bit his lips with blood, his eyes were red, wishing to tear the person in front of him into pieces, he gritted his teeth and asked, "How dare you?"

Five years ago, Guo Shule stole his work. While Guo Shule was enjoying the compliments, Lin Xu was tortured by the Internet.

Time can pacify objections and soothe wounds. The wounds Lin Xu licked/licked in unknown corners finally healed with scabs. What happened back then drifted with the tide and was submerged in the waves, becoming a drop of sea sand that few people know about.

He doesn't want to care about everything in the past, those old wounds are hidden in the bottom of his heart, where he can't touch or touch.

Lin Xu used to be immersed in the past, but now that he has Jiang Yang and a better life, he wants to follow the light and stop thinking about the past.

But Guo Shule came again, full of sin and evil intentions.

He didn't think stealing was shameful at all. Five years later, when Lin Xu's career was flourishing again, even more popular than before, he was dragged off the altar for his own selfish desire.

"What dare I not?" Guo Shule's answer was exactly the same as five years ago, with more sarcasm in his eyes, "Just do it if you want."

Lin Xu felt dizzy for a while, the vibration in his trouser pocket was the order of a demon approaching, and the voice came out of his throat, like pieces in a bellows, "Guo Shule...how did I offend you, to make you like this..."

"You didn't offend me." Guo Shule smiled, and said calmly, "I'm just a little jealous to see how you live."

Lin Xu didn't know how he got home. He took off his hat and mask, revealing a flushed and tired face. His face was terribly sweaty, his hair was completely wet, and his whole body seemed to be scooped out of the water.

The phone has been ringing and has never stopped, WeChat is full, and the phone is off the hook. All this is very similar to five years ago.

Lin Xu took out his mobile phone, his eyes fixed on the screen, it was the editor of a certain publishing house.

The mobile phone was attached to the screen, and the call was connected, and the other party's anxious voice came from the receiver, "Xu Tian, ​​what happened to the Internet? Are you really the word of silence back then?"

The literary circle is the most resistant to plagiarism. When things got so big back then, the name Mo Zhiyan was resisted by everyone in the literary circle, because it was a "copying" with the worst plot and difficult for everyone to distinguish.

Lin Xu didn't know that Guo Shule stole his manuscript and published it first. All the manuscripts were written and published as they were written. Because it was the full text of the manuscript, Lin Xu had enough time to refine it. He was full of confidence in this article and felt that it must be Can grab the reader's attention and interest.

——He did it, but what he got was not praise, but endless abuse.

Lin Xu's breathing was heavy, his head was resting on the palm of his hand, and he couldn't answer a word to the editor's question.

The editor fell silent. Although Lin Xu didn't answer, his attitude said it all. No author can let others splash dirty water and remain indifferent when faced with accusations of plagiarism.

The editor spoke again, with a different tone, "You'd better take a look at this matter, this matter is not a joke. Your fame is so big now, it will greatly affect our follow-up arrangements for your works. I just received the news, The publication of "The Rose in Spring" has been postponed, and the reprinting plan of your other books has also been temporarily suspended, let's wait until the turmoil of this matter passes."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Xu opened his eyes, suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and opened Weibo.

As soon as I entered the word "Xu Tian" in the search bar, the topic of #旭天默之话笑# popped up.

Lin Xu took a breath, his fingers were trembling, the small mobile phone weighed a thousand catties, he couldn't hold it at all, his palms were full of sweat, the mobile phone fell, and made a heavy sound on the ground.

Lele was startled, lying on the sofa wagging her tail at Lin Xu, sticking out her tongue to lick the sweat on his body.

Lin Xu's face was abnormally pale, the air seemed to be mixed with sparks, and every breath he took felt an unbearable scorching heat.

He knew he shouldn't read it. Zhao Xiwen once told him that even if his mental state fully recovered in the future, he should stay away from the Internet, try not to read those news, and don't post on Weibo.

But he couldn't help it, just like back then, knowing how horrible the attacks on the Internet are, he still masochistically wanted to see it with his own eyes, with a little luck in his heart, hoping that readers would speak for him.

Even though he had done a good job of psychological training, Lin Xu still underestimated the ugly face of human nature.

The first Weibo of the topic has more than [-] likes. It is a long Weibo with a few hundred characters, and the words fiercely accuse Neng Xutian of stealing the sky and changing the sun. Comparing the works he has written in the past five years with Mo Zhiyan’s writing style, It also posted the basis for judging plagiarism given by the platform to Mo Zhiyan five years ago, exposing the fact of "Xu Tian Mo Zhiyan".

Lin Xu's heart ached violently, he didn't dare to look carefully, and quickly swipe the screen with his fingertips, trying to delete this blog post.

The page was down, and netizens' discussions on this matter were like a raging tide, like Lin Xu's——

[My mother, isn't it, Xu Tian is actually the word of silence? ? ! !I'm so disgusted, Mo Zhiyan's copying and plagiarism at the beginning is an ironclad proof!At the beginning, he insisted that he didn't have one. I still remember this incident vividly. Fuck me... What a fucking shit! 】

[I didn't believe it at first, how could Xu Tian plagiarize when he is so good?I have bought all his books.But I read that Weibo, a person's strength can be improved, but writing style and writing style cannot be changed.Xu Tian's operation really disgusts me, what face does he have to change his pseudonym and continue writing? !Is it okay to switch platforms? !I feel so sorry for Mo Anda, the book I wrote before was plagiarized.As a result, the plagiarist has changed his name and developed better than Mo An. Selling various copyrights, let's make a lot of money! 】

[Xu Tian plagiarized, get out of the literary circle!money back! ! 】

[Laughing to death, does the Internet really have no memory?At the beginning, Mo Zhiyan posted a long article saying that he did not plagiarize, that he and Mo An were roommates, and that Mo An stole his manuscript.Are we really fools?To actually come up with such an inferior excuse, and to actually come up with all the "roommate theory", what a fucking novel!Even if it's really a roommate, who doesn't lock the computer now?Did you steal it?It's really disgusting enough.Get out!Xu Tian pays back the money!I also went to your book signing today, and now I just want to rip the book.Oh shit!unlucky. 】

[It's completely copied, even the punctuation marks have not been changed, you admit that plagiarism will kill you?Do you dare to do it or not?What I regret most in my life is reading Xu Tian's article, it's disgusting, it's so disgusting!I feel sorry for Mo Anda. 】

[Die the plagiarism dog!Death to copyists! 】

"Bang—" the phone was thrown out violently, hit the wall and was smashed to pieces.

"Why don't you believe I didn't plagiarize!" Lin Xu's emotions were completely out of control, he yelled into the phone heartbreakingly, and his body trembled abnormally.

Ever since I met Guo Shule that night, the negative factors accumulated in my heart suddenly exploded at this moment. Those vicious words ignited my nerves. He smashed things like a madman, sweat mixed with tears flowed from his cheeks, and the scene in front of him was blurred. The world like building blocks is crumbling, almost collapsing.

The fear of five years ago has long been the shadow of Lin Xu's life. The darkness swept over again, and the disgusting black water seeped into the wall and gradually moved closer to him.

Lin Xu sat on the ground and clutched his heart tightly. His airway seemed to be blocked and he couldn't breathe. His lip was bitten and bleeding. Trying to use the pain to relieve it was almost overwhelming.

The familiar feeling of shock once again overwhelmed him, his body felt chills, and his ears rang long and loud, blocking out all sounds from the outside world, like a big chain of shackles, mercilessly sealing Lin Xu in no man's land, helpless, There is no daylight.

After a long time, the room calmed down, not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Lele stood up and walked in front of Lin Xu, lowered her head and sniffed, and licked away the thick blood on his lips.Then he lay down in front of Lin Xu, arched his head against Lin Xu's chin, put his head on his arm as a pillow, and accompanied him silently.

In the empty living room, one person and one dog are lying, the world is quiet only the sound of the beating heart.

Lin Xu's arms moved, and he hugged Lele tightly, buried his face in its long fur and smelled the familiar dog smell, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.

"I really didn't..." Lin Xu whispered tremblingly.

Why no one believes.