People Are in Uchiha, Rebel Immediately, Don't Go Back!

Or tell me why I became an author.That's totally a person, someone I'll probably never forget for the rest of my life.

The first time I saw him was on the bus.

Simple short hair, fair face, sunny temperament.Holding a mobile phone in hand, sitting and watching, standing and watching.I wanted to remind this brother that there was a girl sitting with him who had been paying attention to him for a long time, but he was so attentive as he was looking at his phone, I didn't feel ashamed to disturb him.

perhaps.

Something very important on the phone attracts him.

I thought so.

however.

when getting off.

I found out that I was at the same stop as this guy, and I inadvertently glanced at him, who was standing by the back door waiting to get off.

Some surprising finds.

The screen displayed on this boy's mobile phone is actually very familiar to me.

"Have you also seen Dou Po?" I asked subconsciously.As soon as I asked this sentence, I felt a little regretful.

and an unknown person.

Why do you want to talk to yourself? If you are misunderstood or ignored directly, it would be embarrassing, it would be shameful.

I am a very low self-esteem person.

and so.

Heart is also very memorable.

Just when I thought I would be ignored by the boy, he looked back at me in surprise and asked with an uncertain tone.

"Yes, I'm watching Dou Po, why, do you even watch it as a girl?"

Hear his inquiry.

While I was a little relieved in my heart, my favorability for him also skyrocketed, and I nodded abruptly in reply.

"I read it too. Who said girls can't read Dou Po? Let me tell you, I also read a lot of novels of the same type. By the way, where did you see it?" Because I was taller than him, Ang When he started, he could be said to be able to look down at him condescendingly.

Maybe it's because of his lack of confidence in his height.

He actually put his toes on his toes, and answered somewhat unconvinced.

"I saw that the protagonist merged with a strange fire, you may not know it, it is very powerful."

There is a kind of confidence in this sentence, as if I am sure that I am not as far as him.Yes, girls are generally slower than boys to read books.

But I am different.

The corners of my mouth were slightly upturned and I said proudly, "Why did you see that there, I saw it all..."

I don't remember what happened next.

In short.

That's how I met him.

This is a boy who is a little taciturn on weekdays. Although he looks quiet and handsome, he still has a girl-like feeling.

But it turns out.

He's actually going crazy alone.

When a few people meet to go out to play, he can not say a word for a day.But if it is to hang out with someone he knows, he can talk alone for a day.

Look at his eloquent look.

I sometimes think.

He should look good in women's clothes, maybe even more beautiful than female stars.That Gao Qiong's nose and my big eyes really make me envious.

"Why are you looking at me like this again?"

His strange eyes pulled me back from my thoughts.

In order not to let him know what I was thinking, I could only stick out my tongue and say to him, "I want you to take care of it, I will take care of your business."

immediately.

I ran to other places.

time flies,

My relationship with him is getting stronger and stronger, and we are almost friends and brothers who talk about everything.Because we have a common hobby, reading online novels.

This is a hobby that many people despise.

but.

For us.

Internet novels can bring us a lot of happiness, much more fun than their hobbies that pretend to be elegant and interesting.

Days go by.

I can never forget.

Two years a day.

It must have been a rainy night. After dinner, he suddenly invited me out to have a barbecue, and he hesitated in the lights of the barbecue stall.

Several times I asked him if he had anything to say.

He shook his head and handed me a bunch of big waists.

And after three rounds of drinking.

Maybe it was the alcohol that made him a lot more courageous. He suddenly raised his head and stared at me with unprecedented seriousness.

"What if I write a novel?" His voice trembled a little.

and also.

Something I don't quite understand until now.

"are you crazy?"

I was a little surprised: "How could a normal person be able to write a novel? With millions of words, you should have failed your composition, right?"

"Oh."

Hearing my words, he just nodded and said nothing more.

in the next days.

I haven't seen him for about three months.

See you later.

On the bus again.

Compared to his handsome appearance before, his change made me almost unable to recognize him, it was like a completely changed person.

Sparse stubble, decadent face... Is this really the one who envy me in women's clothing back then?How did it become what it is now!

I'm surprised.

There is a vague guess.

I heard he really started writing novels.

QQ signatures are asking everyone to pay attention to my new book and so on.Could it be that writing novels made him what he is now?Yes, the author doesn't seem to care much about the image.

not accepted by the public.

"You... what a coincidence." He saw me on the bus.

A little awkward when greeting.

I responded with a smile.

After some exchanges, we regained the feeling of being a friend again, and when we talked, he was not as awkward as before.

Talk about his writing novels.

He let me watch it, and he let me watch it with great interest, saying that he would definitely finish the blast and trample mortals to death.

I'm a little disbelieving.

then.

When I got home, I couldn't help but watch it.

I tried hard for a day.

to be frank.

I tried really hard to keep reading, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't be as fascinated as reading other novels.

At last.

Really can only give up, I actually really want to find the slightest bright spot in his book, to attract me to continue to endure the uncomfortable feeling to read.

Unfortunately, however.

I also failed in the end.

his book.

Not to my surprise, it didn't catch fire as he expected.Even, they have not been able to successfully sign.

Maybe that's why he's so depressed.

After that.

We haven't been in touch for half a year, his QQ news has not been updated, and his avatar has not been lit up. I don't know if it is incognito or offline.

Think of him sometimes.

I still think of his beauty in women's clothes, and his sloppy scruff after writing a novel.

In a blink of an eye.

Time to 14 years.