I was exposed for adding my female boss to my group of female friends.

"You said it would have been better if you had gone home? Why did you come back with me? Yesterday I said you were all show and no substance, weren't you even a little angry?"

"I'm not angry!" Liu Ruyan said loudly, "because I'm not just an empty shell anymore, I have dreams now."

She climbed all over Chen Ya, extremely excited.

After waiting for a long time, and before Chen Ya could ask her what her dream was, she took the initiative to tell him:

"I want to be a writer."

"Oh."

"I want everyone to see my work, praise my writing, and be captivated by my words."

"Oh."

Is it superficial?

Chen Ya turned over and sighed.

I had a really hard time sleeping in the morning.

"It's not superficial. Most writers started writing because of this, and their mindset only changed later."

"What has it transformed into?" Liu Ruyan wanted to learn the right mindset for writing.

"It's turned into 'who cares, let's make a quick buck first'."

He looked at Liu Ruyan and asked, "What kind of novel do you want to write?"

She tilted her head and thought for a moment.

"Let's talk about romance."

Chen Ya touched his head for a while, got up, went to his room and rummaged around for a bit before taking out a book.

“Then you should learn from this book,” he said. “I originally wanted to find Xiao Qing’s book, as it would be easier to learn from, but I don’t have her book.”

Liu Ruyan took the book and looked at it. The cover read: "Love in the Time of Cholera".

"What book is this? Is it a romance? The title sounds like a tragedy, but I don't like angst."

"It's not angsty at all, it's super sweet, full of sugar." Chen Ya lay back on the sofa.

Liu Ruyan read aloud the introduction on the book's jacket: "'How long can a person wait for love? The answer is fifty-one years, nine months, and four days...' Waiting that long? This doesn't seem like super sweet at all?"

"That's just a recommendation, a trick to get people to buy the book. That sentence never appeared in the book."

Liu Ruyan frowned and turned to the first page: "These places are ahead of everyone else; they already have their own flower crown goddess... What does that mean?"

Chen Ya was going crazy. He gave the book to Liu Ruyan just to shut her up.

He covered his head with the pillow and decided to never speak to her again.

Fortunately, after Liu Ruyan opened the first page, she continued reading quite attentively.

As the sun rises, the shadows cast inside the house gradually shift.

Dust particles float in the light, like spring spirits in a secret forest.

After Chen Ya finished his nap, he got up and saw Liu Ruyan squatting at his feet reading a book, her face covered in tears.

"What's wrong with you?" Chen Ya suddenly felt extremely satisfied, and his smile overflowed onto his face like a burst dam.

"Waaah..." Liu Ruyan burst into tears after realizing he was awake.

"You got stabbed? Is it that cruel? I don't think it's cruel at all." Chen Ya laughed even more unrestrainedly.

“Writing novels is too difficult,” Liu Ruyan said, crying. “I could never write a novel like this in my entire life.”

Chapter 61 was not mentioned

Chen Ya was a little surprised; he never expected it to be for this reason.

To be honest, this was the first time in his life he had ever seen someone cry over something like this.

"Liu Ruyan, based on the reason you cried, I think you really have the potential to become a writer."

Liu Ruyan stopped crying.

"really?"

"Really. To become great, you must first understand greatness, and I believe you have already understood that."

Liu Ruyan wiped away her tears, climbed onto the sofa, and said, "But I don't have the writing skills."

"Writing skills can be practiced."

"I have very poor talent."

"What kind of talent is needed?" Chen Ya asked rhetorically. "The main talent of a writer is love. Love for his motherland, love for his people."

Liu Ruyan was stunned for a long time before she whispered:

"So handsome."

"what?"

Liu Ruyan blushed and turned away. She felt she couldn't look at him anymore; she thought he was really handsome, especially when he said that.

Her downfall always came so unexpectedly.

Chen Ya pulled her along to the balcony and opened the window.

"look."

A gentle breeze caressed their faces as they looked down at the bustling streets teeming with merchants.

"The source of a writer's material is life. Look at the people below; they are all sources of your material."

He pointed to each person and said, "The one who sells steamed buns with soda was originally from the countryside. His farmland was taken over by the village bully, so he followed his son to the city. He found that there were no good steamed buns in the city, so he set up a stall to sell them. As a result, because of his good skills, he was always packed with customers. He even appeared on TV. Now he earns over a million a year, and all the aunties on the street like to chat with him."

"See that elderly couple? They're over 70, and this is their second marriage; they just got married last year. They were childhood sweethearts when they were young, and later both married. Then, one of their spouses passed away. Despite the objections of their children and grandchildren, they insisted on getting married, and now they live a very loving life. It's just a pity that their children and grandchildren still think their marriage was a joke and have no idea about the story behind it."

"That young man's mother ran away with someone when he was a teenager, and his father was bedridden. He dropped out of school and worked as a male salesman in a bar, where he was very popular with female customers and earned tens of thousands of yuan a month. See that girl following behind him? That girl is his neighbor, who has a crush on him. Every day she buys him soft drinks and steamed buns to take home and keep warm for him to eat as a late-night snack. This led the young man to believe that the soft drinks and steamed buns shop was still open at night."

"And that uncle...and that dog..."

Liu Ruyan looked at Chen Ya and, in a daze, felt that he was a scholar in a long robe, showing her the truth of human existence.

"The boundless distance, the countless people, are all connected to me," Chen Ya told her at the end.

“Teacher,” Liu Ruyan said, “I will call you teacher from now on.”

"what?"

Chen Ya wanted to say he would rather she wear a maid outfit and call him "master".

Liu Ruyan grabbed his arm: "Don't call me Liu Ruyan, it makes me nervous."

"Then what should I call you?"

"Think about it."

Chen Ya thought for a moment and said, "Baby?"

Liu Ruyan's face flushed red.

“Honey, we haven’t had breakfast yet,” Chen Ya said.

Liu Ruyan fled in panic.

Chen Ya was very satisfied, but had no idea how much trouble he had gotten himself into.

Liu Ruyan hid in the bedroom, locked the door, and pressed her face against the wall.

The cold walls finally cooled my face a bit.

She rubbed her body against the wall until she covered Chen Ya's pajamas in dust. But the itch in her heart couldn't be relieved by rubbing like that.

……

Seven months later.

When Liu Ruyan got home, she threw her helmet aside, squatted down with her knees drawn up to her chest, and remained silent for a long time.

Chen Ya noticed something was wrong with her: "What's wrong? Where's the food?"

Liu Ruyan remained squatting without saying a word.

After a long pause, she finally said, "I'm going home."

Chen Ya was somewhat surprised: "Why so suddenly?"

There seemed to be glistening tears in Liu Ruyan's eyes.

When asked, she refused to say anything, so Chen Ya simply picked her up, put her on his lap, and sat on the sofa.

"Calm down, tell me now, what happened?"

Liu Ruyan hugged her chest with both arms, feeling very cold.

"I was riding my electric scooter to buy groceries... It was raining, the brakes weren't working well, there was a pothole on the ground, a child on my left, and a car on my right, I...I...I..."

Chen Ya thought for a moment before he understood: "You crashed your bike?"

"Mm." Liu Ruyan nodded.

"Where did you get hit? Are you hurt? Does it hurt?"

Chen Ya's soft question made her want to cry even more.

“I hit a car, so I have to pay for the damages,” she said. “I’ve already called my parents, and they said they’ll give me the money when I get back.”

Chen Ya asked, "So, you're going back?"

"Ah."

“If you don’t want to go back, I can lend you money,” Chen Ya said.

Liu Ruyan slowly shook her head: "You don't have that much money."

Chen Ya said, "I have money."

"You don't."

What kind of car did you hit?

Liu Ruyan pointed to the balcony: "It's parked down there."

Chen Ya went over to take a look, and wow, it was a Rolls-Royce.

How much compensation do you want?

Liu Ruyan paused, mentally prepared herself, and mustered her courage several times before saying, "Eight hundred thousand."

Chen Ya gasped.

After living here for a few months, Liu Ruyan is no longer as naive as before.

She has come to understand that the world operates largely on the basis of money.

If she used to understand money as a resource, after buying groceries for a few months, she has come to understand that for most people, money is a benchmark, like a test score, a hard indicator.

She also knew that Chen Ya, who received a subsidy of 5000 yuan per month, would need more than ten years to save up 800,000 yuan without eating or drinking.

I was very willful before and caused him a lot of trouble.

So, it's time to say goodbye.

"The car owner is downstairs, right?" Chen Ya asked.

"Mm." Liu Ruyan nodded.

“I think I understand what’s going on,” Chen Ya said. “I’ll go down and talk to him.”

He went downstairs. Liu Ruyan leaned out the window and saw him talking to the car owner for a while. Then, the car owner left, and Chen Ya went upstairs.

Chen Ya returned home and closed the door.

Liu Ruyan carefully observed his expression and found that his emotions had not changed at all.

"how?"

"What do you mean, 'how is it'?... Oh, 'how is it'?" Chen Ya said, "It's settled."

"what?"