Sleeper

Case 21: Yu Menghan

Age: 19

Occupation: Internet writer

Sleep Difficulty: Two Stars

Background music: Daydreaming by Luke Faulkner

Bai Zhe sorted out his emotions in front of the door, and then pretended to be relaxed and knocked on the door of Yu Menghan's apartment.

"Hi, Miss Yu, I'm Bai Yan, nice to meet you," Bai Yan said with a smile on his face.

Yu Menghan smiled and responded enthusiastically: "Little brother Bai Yan, you are finally here, and I have been waiting for you all night."

Yu Menghan spoke standard Mandarin.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, are you sleepy?" Bai Yan said gently, looking at the little teddy bear in the opponent's hand from time to time.

"I'm not particularly sleepy, I'm used to this code word," the host replied, leading the guest into the house.

After hearing this, Bai Yan persuaded, "The habit of staying up late has to be changed."

"Haha," Yu Menghan said with an awkward smile, "I have other things to do during the day, and I only have time at night."

"Okay," she reorganized the language again, "try to change it in the future, if I don't work hard now, how can I catch up with others?"

The two sat down in the room respectively, and Bai Yan couldn't help asking: "Miss Yu, what are you thinking about right now?"

Seeing the other party's indescribable expression, he got up to get the CD player and played a piece of light music, which was "Daydreaming" by Luke Faulkner.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, I will listen to whatever you want."

"I'm afraid that you will make fun of me, little brother."

"How come?" Bai Yan said with a shallow smile, "I am willing to listen to your thoughts."

"Really? You don't know me."

"I know you. I have read your book and think you write it very well."

Yu Menghan opened her mouth wide, her face full of disbelief: "Have you really read my novels? I have very few readers, and I don't have that ability."

"Miss Yu," Bai Yan paused for a while, "does writing a book bring you happiness?"

Yu Menghan nodded numbly, immersed in the music for a while and couldn't extricate himself.

It took a long time to gather up the courage to say bluntly: "Writing late at night, it is inevitable that I will feel lonely. Sometimes I feel that it doesn't matter if I write or not, because no one will read it anyway. I took this road at first, purely with the idea of ​​giving it a try. "Little brother, do you think I'm pessimistic?"

Bai Yan shook his head.

"I'm also quite baffled, and I get depressed at every turn. Those who succeed, those who persevere to the end, must have very responsible supporters behind them, helping them move forward all the way, and finally pushing them to the top."

"Everyone wants to be recognized. As long as there is someone who reads my text carefully, leaves me a message, encourages me, I will have an incomparable motivation. Believe it or not, fame and fortune are actually important to me. It’s really not that important. I just be myself, stick to what I want to write, even if it’s unpopular, I’m satisfied.”

"Little brother, do you think I'm stupid?"

Bai Yan smiled and said: "You are not stupid, people who work hard are the cutest."

Yu Menghan also smiled, with a bitter taste: "I know, you are just comforting me, you said that one day, will there be a group of people who love me like this behind me? Support me unconditionally, accompany me, and hold me tight Hand, help me progress, grow, and become stronger?"

"Why not?" Bai Yan said seriously: "Someone will definitely see your hard work and persistence. As long as you don't give up and persevere, you will succeed."

"What if I persist and still fail?"

Bai Yan thought for a while and said, "At least you have reaped the process."

The other party nodded as if realizing something: "I hope I can really think so."

After the small chat, Bai Yan took out a book from the suitcase, which was "May You Get Lost to Me" by Ruixi.

Turning to the last few pages, I immediately read it softly: "I don't know if you have seen the streets at four or five o'clock in the morning in the city you live in. I have seen it, more than once.

I have seen the sanitation workers who sweep the streets wearing heavy cotton clothes and cleaning meticulously with brooms; Before dawn, there are people rushing to the first bus, yawning and going to work; I have seen people who have been drunk all night walking on the asphalt road to find their way home...

I've seen all of these.

You see, so many people are working hard to live and work, despite the hard work, they are content.Among them, some happily shouted long live life, while others silently endured the pain of life.

These people are you and me. "

After Yu Menghan finished listening to the story, she closed her eyes and sank into dreamland.

Standing on the roof, Bai Yan held a half-covered mask in his hand, looking down at the undercurrents of the city beneath his feet.A sentence suddenly flashed in my mind, mourning for his misfortune, angering him for not fighting.

His life has always been arranged by others.He obeys orders, not to mention half a word of complaint.That is before encountering Xiangxi, allowing the soul to wander aimlessly.

After meeting Xiangxi, Bai Yan finally had the idea to give it a go.

The author has something to say: I really appreciate those who are willing to spend time with me.