It was just a love letter; I'm really no great writer!

We have to go!

Lying in bed with a beauty in his arms, Lu Ran was caught in a dilemma, feeling utterly embarrassed.

She couldn't let Di Lingyan know about her relationship with Di Qingling;

She also couldn't let Di Qingling know that Di Lingyan had confessed his feelings to her... Once one of them snapped, the conflict would inevitably escalate to an irreconcilable point and lead to harm.

What should I do?

How do I get there?

How can I fool both of them at the same time?

It seems impossible to do.

In reality... it's impossible to do!

Lu Ran's consistent approach is to clarify demands and solve problems.

Unless you encounter a truly unsolvable contradiction.

In his past life, there were not many such contradictions, but there were also quite a few.

The most pressing issue is the conflict between material desires and actual capabilities.

Lu Ran understood from a young age that money is the fuel for the interaction between people and the foundation of all material things.

But his parents would only tell him: "The only thing you need to think about is studying. Don't think about anything else."

Unable to work and earn money through labor, Lu Ran naturally thought of another path to success—marrying a rich woman.

He soon experienced the contradiction between his emotional yearning and the gap in social class.

Zhao Yishuang, she's not even the big boss of the beginner village, she's the god of the end of the world.

Meeting someone too stunning in one's youth is fatal to a pure young man; his ideal becomes her image: artistic, aloof, and noble, like a goddess from beyond the clouds.

Now, he is facing a conflict between his inner pursuits and moral constraints.

It was perfectly reasonable to tell Di Qingling everything.

But it was a betrayal of Di Lingyan... She trusted herself so much, regarded herself as her pillar of support, and now that even this last hope was taken away by her sister, how heartbroken she must be.

Some might say, "You're just being dramatic. What do sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls know? They'll be sad for a while, then it'll all be over. They'll still have to obediently call you 'brother-in-law' after all."

But Lu Ran didn't want to be so cruel to her.

To use an inappropriate analogy, if Xiao Di is a loser, Lu Ran feels that he might be the gossipy Senior Brother Chu.

Therefore, Lu Ran will protect her.

What about the reverse?

Concealing Di Lingyan's feelings for her did not harm Di Qingling in any way.

Di Qingling could not understand Di Lingyan's pain.

In her eyes, her younger sister was carefree, free-spirited, and did not have to bear heavy expectations, the pressure of supporting the whole family, or endless self-destruction.

If Di Qingling gets second place in the grade, her parents will be furious, but if Di Lingyan skips an exam, her parents can still laugh and joke happily.

Even after being admitted to university, Di Qingling followed the prescribed path of learning the brutal methods of torture; while her younger sister was able to freely pursue her dreams and make a name for herself in track and field.

From this perspective, she was quite envious of her younger sister, who didn't have to suppress her true self and nature.

Until, for the first time, she deviated from her course and found what she truly loved deep down...

Until I met him for the first time.

Long-suppressed emotions erupted into a blazing, intense love, enough to burn everything.

His neck, waist, and legs were all tightly bound, like vines wrapped around a tree, and Lu Ran's eyes were lifeless.

"What should I do...?"

He had originally planned to sneak away after Sister Di fell asleep, but he didn't have the chance at all.

In the latter half of the night, the rain in Suocheng started and then stopped.

Lu Ran's body was numb on one side, and he dared not move at all.

Suddenly, he thought of a solution that wasn't really a solution!

Lu Ran turned around, pinning Di Qingling beneath him, and then...

Extending a thieving hand—

I touched it!

Sister Di's cell phone.

Her lock screen featured Lu Ran, a young man standing on the railing of Boya Building, writing the line "I do to you what spring does to cherry trees," his clear eyes sparkling with youthful energy.

I swiped, and a password box popped up.

Lu Ran pondered for a moment, then entered his birthday, because he had no other clues...

0712.

"...No!" Lu Ran fainted.

He kissed Di Qingling's smooth cheek. "Sister, what's your password...?"

1212.

opened.

Lu Ran thought to himself how lucky he was; he had seen Xiao Di's ID card.

Di Qingling's phone interface was very simple, with almost no entertainment apps; everything was work-related, except for a comic book app.

Lu Ran opened the contact list and found Lu Huamian.

He nervously made the phone call.

One ring, two rings... and it's connected!

A somewhat muffled voice said, "Sister Ling... let me sleep a little longer..."

"Little friend, it's me, Lu Ran," Lu Ran said in a low voice.

"..." Lu Huamian was completely confused.

"I need your help. Come here now, I have something important to tell you," Lu Ran said in a humble voice.

"Where are you?" Lu Huamian asked blankly, her clear voice returning to normal. "Aren't you... in Huaicheng?"

"Ahem, I'm next door now, and I need your help. Come to the door."

"……oh."

Delete the call log after hanging up.

Lu Ran's heart was beating even faster. He hadn't done anything wrong, yet he was being treated like a scumbag.

He gently embraced Di Qingling, who seemed to be embedded in his body, got out of bed, moved barefoot to the door, and opened it.

The corridor was dark, and Lu Huamian stood curiously at the door.

Seeing Lu Ran holding Di Qingling, her little mouth opened wide enough to swallow a quail egg.

"Shh, come in."

Lu Ran waved.

"Ugh..." Lu Huamian covered her mouth, looking at him in horror, her big, clear eyes filled with resistance.

"Come in quickly, and don't make a sound," Lu Ran said in a low voice.

Lu Huamian reluctantly shuffled into the room, only to hear the door behind her close.

Despair gripped the young heart.

The devil walked straight to the large bed, and even beckoned with a smile...

She walked over stiffly, like a marionette.

Seeing Lu Ran's face approaching, she closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face: "Could you... be gentle...?"

Lu Ran: ?

"I'm not going to hit you," Lu Ran said in a low voice. "You know about my relationship with Qing Ling, right?"

"I...I don't know..." Lu Huamian trembled.

"Now you know," Lu Ran whispered in her ear, "This secret is known only to heaven, earth, you, and me, understand?"

The girl nodded vigorously.

"You know I wrote 'Parasite,' right? Now I have a brilliant idea. As long as I speak, you will be the absolute female lead," Lu Ran said.

Lu Huamian's eyes widened, and she stammered, "Then...then can I wait until I'm a little older...?"

"I can't wait." Lu Ran's eyes were eager. "This was made just for you! Come to the bed now, be gentle, and don't wake Sister Ling..."

"Hold her tight, slowly. Yes, I need Citywalk to write the script, so you'll take my place tonight and sleep with Sister Ling..."

"Remember, this is a secret between us. If she asks, just say I went out to gather inspiration this morning to write poetry. Remember, don't say anything else. This is a surprise I'm giving her."

Lu Huamian gritted her teeth and let out a mournful cry, sliding between Lu Ran and Di Qingling, her whole body tense.

Suddenly, he froze, "Huh?"

Lu Ran was already putting on his shoes and clothes. He turned around, patted Lu Huamian's bewildered little head, and said gently, "Sweet dreams, little one."

After saying that, he quietly left the room and ran wildly down the corridor.

At this moment, a red sun was slowly rising from the continuous silver mountains of Tanggula, and prayer wheels, prayer flags, and the chanting of monks all floated in the drifting light red mist.

The river surface is covered with a layer of shimmering gold, waterbirds glide by, and a Citywalk through these distant mountains, palaces, valleys, and ancient cities would surely be a very pleasant experience...

"Drive faster, driver! I'll pay double!"

Like Mr. Yi in "Lust, Caution", Lu Ran leaped into a taxi, opened his notebook, and sped up his hands and the car in a frenzy.

The great play "The Seagull" was born on this morning.