Done!I'm surrounded by yanderes!

Facing the rescue girl who suddenly appeared and saved him several times, he actually asked for money.

"My mother is sick, and I still have a little money left. I can sell you everything I have, and you can have anything you want."

Xiaolei suddenly found this person interesting again.

So she simply pretended that she was not an ordinary person, but a little devil who responded to every request, but the price was to become her slave and double the price.

Chapter 4 Thirty: Initial World Line

At first, Xiaolei was just on a whim, enjoying a secret identity that belonged only to herself, and there was nothing wrong with helping a frustrated teenager.

But as time went by, the two people's meeting, which was irregular at the beginning, gradually turned into a regular appointment time for each other.

Which means a bad thing, they have become needy for each other.

The frequency of meeting gradually changed from monthly, to weekly, and finally to every three days, and they would naturally come to this abandoned room at three o'clock in the afternoon as agreed in the past.

Xiaolei gradually realized that things had become bad. She had obviously made an appointment to meet at three o'clock, but she became looking forward to it a day in advance.

They had obviously agreed to see each other once a month, but because the two of them had a tacit agreement to show up here on unscheduled days, it gradually became a meeting every three days.

Although Xiaolei used the reason that she was actually a devil and forced the other party to be her slave. Every time they met, she had to report everything, be insulted by her, be educated, and listen to her words.

And all she needs to pay is just a little bit of money that is nothing to her.

She knew that the other person would not be able to hold his head high in front of her because of this little money, would not be able to truly treat her as a friend, and would be ashamed of all his actions.

But that's what she wanted, she didn't want to have anything to do with him.

It's best to just treat him as a puppy you picked up by chance and just come and feed him when you have time.

But even such a completely unequal relationship gave two people an equal sense of dependence at the same time.

He would tell her every time how he had made progress, how long it would take to pay her back, and that his mother's illness was almost gone.

Report one by one, tell her everything about yourself, hoping to make her happy.

Xiaolei was finally able to get rid of her own life, speak the truth in an environment where no one knew anything, and listen to a stranger's story of working hard for life.

This mutual need has gradually turned into a domestication in which both parties understand each other.

Finally, without Xiaolei realizing it, she had helped him gradually become successful.

The once down-and-out young man has now gradually become successful. The novels he writes have more and more readers, and people who like him have even come to the city where he lives.

Xiaolei has less and less to offer him, and their relationship becomes more and more like a pair of lovers who are equal and ambiguous, but dare not expose it.

So it was time, and Xiaolei never showed up again.

In the wilderness, in an abandoned room that no one would visit, from now on there was only the young man sitting on the worn-out chair where he once curled up, waiting, and waiting.

This time he brought a new novel that he had just published after working hard for a long time. He had been secretly preparing a story about them without telling her, hoping to give her a surprise.

But from that day on, she disappeared as if she had never appeared.

He initially waited until three o'clock, thinking she was just late.

Then he waited until midnight, and he was a little worried that something had happened to her.

Then three days and three nights later, this was their second meeting.

But she still didn't come, not even leaving a trace.

For three days, he didn't drink a drop of water or eat anything, waiting sincerely for the girl who changed everything for him to appear.

He was as pious as a servant of the goddess, and did not dare to leave for a moment, fearing that his dishonesty would cause him to miss the opportunity to see the other party.

After three days and three nights, his consciousness became more and more confused, but his understanding of the other party slowly came back to him.

He didn't know her name, her origins, or anything about her. Every time he gave her, it was always cash, and the messages he left each other were all tacitly understood notes.

She just played the game on a whim, or maybe she really is a demon who eats people's wishes.

Finally one day, she felt bored and left, but he was still here waiting.

How could such a person who was so important to him disappear in an instant like rain falling on water?

He even felt so painful, even more sad than when he was here first and determined to give up everything.

After that, his novels became more and more successful, and he gradually became famous and had friends from all walks of life, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not find Xiaolei.

All he could do was go back to the abandoned cabin where he found it, read what he had originally written, and leave words of encouragement with Xiaolei inside.

For countless lonely days and nights, he had been looking forward to it like this, only to be disappointed again and again.

Chapter 431 All methods are empty

From then on, he would stay in the abandoned cabin for a while every month, writing desperately and selflessly.

And each time it becomes more immersive and takes longer.

But since the girl left without saying goodbye, he could no longer write anything that satisfied him.

At first it was only a day or two, but later I just picked up the pen and came back to my senses a few days later.

He could no longer write anything new, his fans gradually left him, and everyone began to forget about this talented novelist who suddenly appeared.

No one knows how the astonishing imagination and delicate emotions were created by the pen of such a down-and-out madman. He who can't write anything now is the real him.

And he once again returned to the original predicament. The girl changed his destiny, but she didn't really change it. After going full circle, he once again reached the point where he wanted to give up everything.

In the firelight, he vaguely saw the time he spent with the girl.

The girl refuted what he had just written as nonsense.

Then he brought a lot of books and asked him to read 10 books before starting to write each time.

“If a person who writes stories doesn’t read other people’s stories, what he writes will only appear extremely empty.”

“So you have to read, experience, and observe everything in other people’s books, then love, hate, and feel life. Use your pen as your eyes, record everything you see, and show it to others. "

In the early days, he would only obey the instructions mechanically, but no matter how obedient he was, he could not satisfy the strange girl.

He was depressed for a time and painfully asked the other party to let him go.

I wonder why the things I wrote are so bad, and the girl still demands this from herself.

"Because I think what you wrote is interesting."

"Although the writing is very childish and does not consider what others want to see, the people in the book behave as if they have their own thoughts."

"This allowed me to see many different worlds, so that even if the writing is terrible, I am willing to keep reading because it is really interesting."

"It's hard to tell which parts are real and which parts are fictional in the novel. I can't tell, as if those worlds really exist."

"I want to see a different world with your eyes."

In the firelight, he kept recalling what the girl had said. At that time, he still couldn't understand what the girl wanted to say.

But the girl's figure flickered in the firelight, and suddenly seemed to rush in front of him.

"But I am not willing to accept it. You are so interesting, and I am always the only one reading your book. Even if I burst into tears, even if I am amazed by your talent, as long as I want to talk to others, others will also I just think it’s funny, who are you?”

"You, so you, you kid, must write a story that makes everyone feel the joys and sorrows."

"You have to read different novels continuously, learn various techniques, and listen to more stories before you can write what you want to write."

"Don't you want to see those people, see your story, and be immersed in it?"

When he was about to hug the girl talking to herself in the flames, the excessive carbon monoxide knocked him out.

The feeling of suffocation made it impossible for him to tell whether he was alive or dead.

He raised his head and saw the starry sky as if through the broken roof.

The dark night poured down like mercury, flowing in his eyes, and the stars twinkled like curious eyes.

There is so much beauty in the world hidden behind steel and concrete.

Maybe it would be good to continue like this, maybe it would be good to stop here, but I always feel that something is missing.

what is it then?

Chapter 432 Cause and effect are not empty

The fire slowly devoured everything in him, and he was no longer able to resist.

The whole world gradually turned into the luster of glass in his eyes, as if recording everything in his eyes.

But the most important thing in his eyes was that strange girl.

A heavy rain came unexpectedly and shattered the glass in his dream.

The cold rain flowed down the dilapidated roof and fell on his mouth and nose.

He hadn't eaten for several days and nights, so he took a sip of rainwater.

It was a feeling he had never felt before. It turned out that rainwater had a taste, one part fragrant and one part earthy, light and light, but it gradually gave a sweet aftertaste in his dry mouth.

Once the mild liquid flowed through his almost dry throat, it aroused his desire like an explosion.

That is the most primitive instinct, the craziest and wildest desire.

In a state of confusion, he seemed to have picked up a pen in a dream and began to write the story of him and the girl.

Finally he realized that the thousands of hours spent with the girl were the story of his life.

He wants to write a book about the girl who lives in his heart.

He didn't know how long it took, but he received a call. His mother was seriously ill, and his father earnestly hoped that he would go home as soon as possible.

That was a sad tone that the father who had always been strong in his life had never had before.

He couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or reality.

It was already like this anyway, he didn't want to see a seriously ill mother and a painful father.

So he wrote the parents in the book as healthy and safe.

Surprisingly, after he returned home, his mother really recovered from her illness.

At first he thought it was a coincidence, until he finally finished writing his memories with the girl, and then wrote about his reunion with the girl.

That day, he really saw the girl, but she was the bride at the most solemn wedding in the city.

It turns out that if a person doesn’t want to be found by you, the easiest way is to find you first.

Only then did he realize that the girl was so close to him, but she had been hiding from him, and everyone was helping the girl hide it from him.

The girl is helpless. She has her own life, a father she cannot disobey, and a fate she hates but cannot change.

He rushed to the ceremony in a rage and wanted to take away the girl who was most important to him. A violent conflict broke out between him and the groom.

All he got in exchange was the groom's public humiliation and severe rejection. A group of people beat him seriously and even broke his fingers, making it impossible for him to go back and rewrite his novel immediately.

Just when he was recovering, the girl actually committed suicide. All the news and reports were reported, but the person involved just sighed softly and hypocritically in front of the media.

He couldn't accept it all. He would rather it was just a dream. He wanted to use his pen to change the fate of the girl and his own destiny.

He didn't know if everything he experienced was a coincidence or a dream. He didn't know if he had died in the fire. He didn't know if everything he was experiencing was true or false.

But in the eyes of others, the report of the girl's death was quickly suppressed, and everything seemed like it had never happened.

In his eyes, the cause and effect must have been modified and the girl had been resurrected.

He came to the abandoned hut again and sat down on the abandoned chair anxiously and nervously, waiting.

On the first day, he had some expectations.

The next day, he was a little scared.

On the third day, he stared blankly at the black carbon marks all over the house that had been burned by fire.

It wasn't until the three o'clock alarm rang that he was shocked to realize that the girl had quietly arrived and sat next to him silently.

He didn't even dare to turn around and look back, but he could clearly feel the familiar citrus aroma of the girl and the soft touch of her arms.

She's here, she's here!She's with him!

Nothing matters anymore. He can't tell the difference, and he doesn't need to.