[Fu Ba] love poem

In the past, when Fushimi watched movies or novels, I hated the stage where the protagonist encountered setbacks.Although I know that it is a necessary foreshadowing, but the disgusting mood cannot be changed.

He will choose to fast forward.

Now he wants to fast-track Hatta's life.Every day is like going through a harrowing movie.Both were tortured physically and mentally.

Hatta's condition went from bad to worse.The last thing Fushimi wanted to see happened.

In order to catch up with the draft, he began to disregard the quality and reputation.Disassemble and reassemble the past bridge sections, make a facelift and become new content.In the past, when Hatta wrote manuscripts, he never looked at the number of words in this update. Now he has to count the number of words every time he writes a paragraph.

It seems that writing more means that he has worked hard.

As for poetry, he had long ceased to compose.Because I can't write at all.No one was watching anyway.

Fushimi even hoped that the readers would scold him, but the readers obviously didn't mind.This is just a light novel, every author has time to procrastinate, and they have long been commonplace.

Unsubscribe if it’s amazing, and watch it after fattening up.

To them, Hatta is just a label with a light click.

This is an era of frivolity, and people like frivolous literature.They don't understand the author's desire, they just want to see whether their favorite characters are dazzling and arrogant in every update.But these frivolous people are huge existences in the literature and art market. They have laid the foundation stone for the road of literature, but they have also built a huge barrier.

Fushimi is actually a person who can't speak very much.Because I can't speak, let alone make others laugh.

In the past ten years of life, girls who liked him can form a reinforcement camp, and they all come and go with red faces and crying noses.

After getting acquainted with Hatta, it seemed that the language talent point was suddenly activated.Many things he said to Hatta, he really never said in his whole life in the past.

In other words, only Hatta would praise him and laugh for him from the bottom of his heart.

He used to think that he would be able to make Hatta laugh.Just as winter passes, spring will surely come.

Their conflict is like a movie that cannot be fast-forwarded, and finally broke out at the inevitable place of the plot.

The reason is nothing else, but because of Hatta's manuscript.

What else could there be?Rushing a manuscript is no longer the gentle and pleasant thing it used to be. It has become a black hole and a monster, waving its claws and fangs all the time.

Fushimi persuaded Hatta not to write so reluctantly, but Hatta ignored him.

"Now we are the only ones left! Even Anna is working hard, how can I not write, monkey!"

Indeed, the only thing that Agency H can do to save some sales is their novel.Zhou Fang signed them before because the new recruits from H agency were out of stock.Their success masks all management problems.Now the problems are bursting one by one like cancerous tumors.

Because Izumo took over the president and shares, the work was boycotted.Obviously someone did it on purpose, but there is no way to fight back now.

So are you going to push yourself to a dead end?It doesn't matter if you become a vulgar author who eats and pours water?

Fushimi's heart was filled with anger and malice.Not only to Hatta.

It's a deep resentment, hating Zhou Fang who dragged them into the circle of right and wrong, hating Izumo who ignited the fire, hating Anna who came to the stage, hating the editors and planners who urged them, hating their readers, hating the people in this frivolous world. everything.

In an instant, the anger subsided again, turning into a cold and sticky heartache.

He made up a new poem while Hatta fell asleep.The poetic style is still magical.

Last time Hatta was amused by his poems and burst into tears.He thought he would laugh this time too.Readers will also spark some topics.

He still remembered his smile at that time, it was his last smile during these days.

You can guess how it turned out.This kind of thing is really a fan of the authorities.

Hatta was furious like never before.

"what happened?"

Fushimi didn't understand, this wasn't his first ghostwriting.Why are you making such a fuss this time?

"How can you just write poetry for me?"

——Aren’t you the one who said nothing in the past?

"You promised me never to do this again!"

—Is that so, it seems so.Fushimi's mind was at a loss.

He felt pathetic and ridiculous.It's like why those girls who didn't know how to confess in the past were made to cry and ran away by him.

"Ape Biko, do you understand what you are doing?"

Hatta even gave up calling him "monkey" when he was angry.He called him "Ape Bigu".

——What a delicate address, close relatives and distant relatives.It sounds like a poem when it is tender, and it sounds like a death sentence when it is cold.

"Does the reader understand? Does your reader understand?"

Vicious words poured out of his mouth uncontrollably.He has had enough of it, enough of Hatta's obedience to those readers.

He opened the webpage, pressed Hatta's head, forcing him to read the sparse replies.

"Do you think these idiots understand well? Have they cherished it? Do they have any objection when I write this? Do they have the right to object?"

"Misaki, it's not worth paying for these people. You're so stupid."

Hatta suddenly broke free from his hand.His face slid across his hand, leaving it wet to the touch.

"It doesn't matter whether they understand or not."

"Not just poetry, writing is important to me."

"I want to write, even if the writing is not good, I will write. I don't think I can live without writing."

"But you never took my work seriously. You just thought I was funny."

"Fushimi Saru Hiko, you don't understand me at all."

This really looks like Hatta said it, it's his style.

With innocent cruelty.

Just like they used to play games together, Fushimi would go to check the strategies where they couldn't beat, but Hatta kept resurrecting in that dead place.

Fushimi felt stupid for a split second.

He really never understood Hatta.

He has always regarded writing as a companion game, and he knows nothing about the world of words that Hatta loves.

Never even really opened my eyes to take a look.

He is very smart and talented, and this intelligence and talent are his defenses, but they have also blinded his eyes from beginning to end.In the past, he thought he could be disdainful, but now Rumengfang wakes up and realizes that he is ignorant.

Hatta endured the wind and rain he didn't understand alone in that world, and he was just an outsider.With a teasing look, he played writing games with him, never really gave affection, and never grew up.

He used to think that writing could be put on hold, but he never realized that it was as important to Hatta as life and love.

Such a self is indeed not qualified to speak of love.

Shameful even.

The darkness of that world is engulfing Hatta, he almost doesn't know such a poet who disregards quality and disregards himself, rushes blindly, like a reckless man.

Letting go now is an absolute betrayal, and not letting go is to see him destroyed.

Both roads lead to hell.

He suddenly felt loose and tired physically and mentally.It is the sour hemp that sinks to the bottom of the valley.

"Misaki, let's stop arguing."

"Stop making noise, okay?"

Hatta was in disbelief at his sudden composure, yet he was also more tired than ever from this senseless quarrel.

Hatta didn't speak.

He swept everything off the table, took a shower, and went to sleep without saying a word.

There was only one bed left in their room a long time ago, and two quilts on the big bed.They used to face each other like this, talking until they fell asleep.He thought maybe Fushimi wouldn't sleep with him today, so he kicked a roll of quilt on the ground.

You can't let him have neither bed nor quilt.

It was a night of despair.

In his dream, Hatta felt that someone was holding his face very lightly, and a burning kiss was falling on his face.

From forehead to nose tip, then lips.

Every kiss is very shallow.

He dared not open his eyes.

I can't believe that the tenderness at this moment is not a dream.

Kiss to lips to stop.Repeated kisses, as soft as the morning light when waking up from a dream.

He woke up alone in the morning light, and Fushimi had disappeared.

He never came back.

A week later, Hatta saw a report in the newspaper about the signing of a newcomer by Agency S.He neither shredded the newspaper nor yelled.

The snow weighs on the branches, and the shriveled flowers bloom and wither silently in the ice and snow.

Even the fragile sound of withering can be heard.

tbc.

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The long-awaited New Year's Eve

Highly recommend this BGM

"Only Love" from Pvris

——Iwaslo stand out of place

I lost myself and I don't know why

——You're the only love I found

You are the love I found so hard