EVIl

Evil

After writing all day,I decided to take a bath.

Just lying in the bathtubthe phone suddenlyrang

It was Jiang Xian again.

We've been apart for months.

During the period he would call me from time to timepretending to be

comfortable pulling east and west pulling the weather,is not willing to take the initiative to ask for compound.

So lsimplyfollowed the fool to see who had consumed who.

But the faucet in the bathroom has been leaking recentlyso it's time for him to come back and fix it.

If he behaves well,I might consider giving him a chance to get back together.

Just as Ipicked up my phone and was ready to answer the call, the air in front of me suddenly cracked a crack.

A strange man in a suit fell through the cracks and landed on me.

Stunned,I dropped my phone into the bathtub with a snap

The man leaned his head gently on my shoulder and said in an affectionate voice"Finally Mother."

Based on my years of writingthis man must have come through

Why did he say that? Is it my future son?

No,Ican't be that handsome

The man saw my confusion and introduced himself"Mother, am He Shouyang."

I am a full-time writer.

He Shouyang is one of my novels"warm sun"male protagonist.

I stare at his face. His dark, dark pupils,his broken white skin, his sculptured nose,his wet clotheshis perfect muscles

Everything is so exquisiteso perfect that it is even deliberately, like a character in a novel.

*。

Oh, my God.

I never thought that one day Iwould meet my hero in the bathtub.

Wait, a bathtub?

Ijust realized that Iwas nakedandimmediately pushed He Shouyang out of the palm and pulled the towel over the body

“Sorry, Mother,I didn't mean to offend you." He Shouyang lowered his eyes, "just Ijust died in the bathtubso the place where l crossed over is also the bathtub."

Died in the bathtub.

I slowly froze my back.

Yes, the ending of "Warm Sun," in which the hero is killed by a perverted villain in a bathtub filled with formalin in order to protect the heroine.

What I wrote was a horror novel.

The reason why the novel is called"Warm Sun" is actually my bad taste. The woman is called warmthe man is called the first yang, the reader at first glance will think it is a warm and healing text, to the end will find, in factthis is a beautiful slowly broken story.

At that time, Jiang Xian taught me:“Readers want to see

justice overcome evilgood people influence villain! And you actually let the villain succeed in torturing the male andlet the female die in despair!Iask youare you anti-social?Have you thought about the consequences of writing this?"

As a result, "Warm Sun" is the most reviewed of all my novels.

Because everyone is mad at me.

What kind of dark heart can write such a sick article?

--The villain is so disgusting,it makes me physicallyuncomfortable.

-Three bad things to report.

So much so that I didn't dare look at the comments for a long time.

After many years of writing about love this is my first attempt at thriller.

My biggest dream in this life is to create a great villain.

Always evilforever twistedno feelingsno soft ribscan not be influenced,do not disdain to wash white,indulge in

darkness and killingfeed on death,accompanied by corpses.

Cruel and powerful.

And that kind of ordinary villain,which is easily influenced, is really boring and not outstanding at all.

“You have a very different definition of excellence.If you please open your eyes,few readers like your so-called superior villain, but many resist him." Jiang string speech irony.

"Even if the world hates my villain,Istill love him unconditionally!" I'm adamant.

"put away your love from the second middle school."Jiang string cold said,"people should learn to compromise with reality,you are a full-time author,writingis not only a personal hobbybut also thejob on whichyou live. lf you want to make money to eat, you must cater to the public to create not write whatever you want."There is no market for the theme of "warming the sun".You must learn the lessons of failure and stop adding to the perverted villains in the future."

Failure.

I spent countless days and nightsdevoted all my energy and painstaking work to write the novel,which he said was a failure.

Indeed the reading volume is low,and the evaluation is poor,andam the only one in the world who cares about this article.

But, not willing.

I can't stand it.

So,Istared at Jiang string said three words: "break up."

"What do you want me to do?"

It's no small thing.

Instead dream.

That's why Ibroke up with Jiang Xian.

Contact for many yearswhenever Iput forward any point of view, his first reaction is always to refute me.I saidI wanted to buy an RV and travel around the world when lgot rich. He said l was crazy. IsaidI wanted to be the king of thrillers like Stephen Kingand he said you'd better think about buying an RV.

Whenever I finish writing a new article,full of looking forward to Jiang Xiang's feeling of observationhe will always seriously point out which paragraph is illogicalwhich paragraph has differences, which paragraph is not right my hard work is uselesslet my confidence sink to the bottom a little bit.

Icrave his support and praise,but he only wants to educate and correct me.

Readers,editors,and even myself can pick out a whole bunch of questions for my work. Only heonly that I love the lover, hope, he is unconditionally on my side.

Unfortunately, he did not care about and did not understand my dream.

In fact, the villain in "Warm Sun" had been sketched out in my head before leven started writingandit had been polished and shaped for many years before I finally had the chance to write it down.

After all, the one who really killed him was me.

It is rare to write a novel that obeys his heart As a resulthe not only broke up with his

boyfriendwho has been dating for many yearsbut also was personally approached by the protagonist to avenge himself.

-- What have l done?

"How do you know?"I asked tentatively.

“After ldied in the bathtubIsuddenly realized that was just a character in a novel,and that you were the writer who created my whole world. After a large white light and shadow flashed before my eyes, crossed over to you." He Shouyangs long eyelashes trembled slightlyand his voice was hoarse."Mother, I am in pain and afraid."

The long lost conscience suddenly surges up.

It never occurred to me that my unbridled fiction would cause actual harm to my characters.

Ihad a lump in my throat.

He Shouyang asked softly: "So mother my final ending is to die sadly?"

I was very guilty,whispered:"sorry."

Iam such a favorite author of the villainHe Shouyang is really quite unfortunate.

And the Lord is the only one lhave used to set off the villain cannon fodder

Because lwas so focused on the villain,I paid little attention to the male protagonist.

Now, this neglected cannon fodder,personally crossed over to me

I seriously doubt that He Shouvang came to find me to kill

"It's all rightMother." He Shouyang immediately raised a

smiling face to me,“As a writeryou have the right to write any story.What am lsupposed to do? Don't feel guilty."

Good sensible leading man.

The person Igave He Shouyang was a warm and considerate little angel.

Because,the better the rolethe more in the tragic death, to the reader has a great impact.

Now this warm and beautiful hero easily forgave me for giving him a tragic fate.

And I thought he was coming for revenge.

I feel even more guilty and ask:“Su-yangdo you have any wish?"

I want to try and make it up to him.

He Shouyang stretched out his handhugged me into his arms and said softly,"I want to be with my mother forever."

Together?

Is that what lunderstand?

Shouldn't he be a hot girl?

In my setting, they are in love with each other.

I was a little embarrassed and changed the subject:“Uhstop calling my mother."

Being called mom by a grown man is really easy to get goosebumps

"But Iwas created by you.To me,you are a god and a mother." What a serious voice.

"What is it?" I coughed.

"As for.…." The Sun is holding me closer.

At the moment I'mjust wrapped in a thin towel

Thinking of how I had written the hero word by word, resisted the urge to push him away.

After all, I owe him.

That nightIconsidered for a long time whether to tell this to Jiang Xian.

With Jiang Xians personality,it is estimated that Iwill immediately inform the mental hospital to arrest me, or point to my nose and ridicule:"Soyou should have listened to me!"

In the end,I said nothing to him.

That's how the sun came down in my house.

Just as I was planning to use my own money to purchase daily necessities, he took out a black gold card from his suit pocket and smiled:Mother,I have this no limit, just brush."

Oh, yes, Ioften write characters as rich peoplebecause it is easier to set the plot.

With just a black and gold cardthe hero can take the heroine anywhere and buy anything.

I trembled to take the card,immediately pulled He Shouyang to the mall, to determine really can brush money on the spot tears of joy.

After years of hard writing,I didn't earn much money,but Ilost a black gold card and it was worth it in my life.

Icarefully holding the black gold cardcan not help but kiss and kiss.

He Shouyang came over and smiled at me like a spoiledbrat:"lalso want to be kissed.

......

You are not money, what is good to kiss?

But he did bring the black gold cardandI can't deny it.

*。

I had a kiss on his cheek, and I was very sad in my heart.

In "warm Yang",he Shouyang and warm feelings have gone

through pain and suffering never wanted to give up each other for a moment. Even if he died the next secondhe was fearless,only concerned about whether the warmth was hiding in a safe place When the nasal cavity was flooded by formalinhe closed his eyes, recalled his first encounter with warm youthraised the corners of his lips, and finally fixed the expression on his face a happy smile.

He loved her so much.

But now He Shouyang seems tohavecompletelyforgotten the existence of warm,full of eyes only me.

Sometimes when shopping with mesometimes come together to kiss my foreheadsometimes around my waist from behindcall my mother on the mouth, but act on me as a lover.

This is so weird.

Several timesmentioned Nuan Nuansname in a roundabout wayand then secretly observed He Shouyangsreaction.

As a result, there was no reaction.

Didn't even bother to lift an eyelid.

The novel is warm but for him to die of depression, is it not worth his sadness?

"What's the matter with you?"

I didn't set him up so heartless!

Thinking again and again,I decided to find He Shouyang to talk about it, but found that he was actually using the computer to see "Warm Sun."

My scalp tingledandlinstantly remembered how lhad described in detail and openly the scene of He Shouyangs murder.

Not only wrote him deadbut also cruel and indifferenthis body made into a specimen.

Without a moment's hesitation,Ireflexively pounced and flipped the computer in front of him.

He Shouyang obviously has finished,lift the eyes to look at methe eyes mean unknown.

Istiffened my back and imagined countless possibilities. He would hate me and scold me, like Jiang Xianspit on my perversion and three views, criticize my writing and wording and perhaps retaliate against me in anger.

But He Shouyang touched my faceeyes full of appreciation and surprise, soft voice:“I came out of such a wonderful novel. Thank you Mother,for your words and passion that gave me my soul and gave me a new life.Because of this in the moment of self-awareness,I have fallen in love with you."

Fell in love with me.

I froze,after a long time beforelsaid:"But everyone did not like this article, said it was a failure."

“How could it be? It is because it is too successfulwill let me

cross in front of you."He Shouyang gently held me in his arms,his voice sweet“My mother is the best and most perfect in my heart the best writer in the world."

Good that someone is on my side.

I looked up at himwarm in my chest

The soft light in the pupilthe corners of the mouth slightly evoke the arc, the white and slender fingersthe clear and moist voice like the autumn wind,created by me personally, has all the beautiful characteristics of the world.

In that moment,I dropped all my concerns

Although I can not give him a good ending in the novel but in reality,Iwill try my best to be good to him.

Not long after,I figured out a way.

“First Yang, the next novel llet you and warm rebirth, okay? She is the pampered daughter, you are the carefree rich young master, the real warm healing textguaranteed from the beginning to the end,no villain trouble!"I was in high spirits.

"No," he shook his head, "it's good now.""

"But I want you to know." I'm in a hurry.

He Shouyang looked down at me,hot breath slowly attached to my lips,palm hard hoop in my waist.

“This is compensation, okay?" His voice is soft like water in my ear.

I stayed where I was and wondered if it was incest.

Until lheard the sound of the photo,suddenly came back to God and found that He Shouyang hadjust taken a photo of us kissing andclickedto sendWeChat Moments

He was using my phone

"No, I don't."I grabbed my phone back.

No, that's not the point.

Ihave Jiang Xian in my WeChat Moments.

"Mother,havelembarrassedyou?"He Shouyangs face was a little lost," You don't want to admit my existence in front of your friends,right?"

I was going to delete the WeChat Moments,butIslowly stopped and

smiled at him: “No, how couldIbe embarrassed? You seeveryone in the comments is crazy congratulating me on my hot new boyfriend."

“New boyfriend?" He put his hand on my waist and said,"Aml already your boyfriend?" "

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Ihave a splitting headache

That night I received a call from Jiang Xianand there was anger in his voice:“Who is that man? How do you know each other? Why does it look familiar?"

Of course it looks familiar. It was my novel, master.

I said perfunctorily:"Handsome men look alikeso it is normal to look familiar."

"What's his story? Have you checked everything out?"Jiang string asked again

"lt could not be clearer."

“Song Fan, you.…. Do you really like him?"Jiang string tone softened.

"Jiang string,we have broken up."I did not answerlying on the bed looking at the ceiling, "in fact, you have long been no longer in charge of me."

Not long ago,Ithought we'd get back together.

But now everything seems to have changed

The leaking faucet in the bathroom has long been repaired by He Shouyang.

There was a long silence on the phone.

So long that I couldn't stop yawning.

Half ring,Jiang string finally said:"l just care about the ex out of courtesy,after all, your preferences are so abnormal,be careful of the last contact with a domestic violence man."

Ignashed my teeth and said,"Don't worry my boyfriend is a good man who has been hard to meet for a thousand years!"

He Shouyang is an absolutely righteous man set by me personally, even if he is threatened with death, he will never turn black.

"Oh,I've been reading your novels for months.Your writing skills have not improved at all.Remember to exercise your writing style."Finished Jiang string then quickly hung up the phonedid not give me the opportunity to scold back.

This bastard.

He's the biggest villain in my life!

"Who are you talking to?" A pair of slender arms reached out and wrapped around my waist.

He Shouyang did not know when he entered my room and lay next to me naturally.

"People of no importance."I caught a faint scent of body wash fromhim.

"Hmm." He Shouyang is closer to me and the breath is on my neck

Iwas a little nervous and found a topic:“Shouyangbestie asked me to go shopping this weekend, you will be fine staying at home by yourself?"

"Can Ihelp you?"

"You're not allowed to bring boyfriends to girlfriends parties." took his face in my hands,“l promise I'll be home early, okay?"

He Shouyang nodded,and his voice became hoarse."I want to make up for it."

Ipretended not to understand the meaning of his words:"I will cook a big meal for you tomorrow?"

He Shouyang deep breath close to my lips: "you are more delicious."

The protagonist who is just and sunny can say such a red- faced line.

Think about it carefully,He Shouyang doesn't have a kiss scene in the novel. Becauselwrote too much sweet text before,I was tired of writing intimate scenes solwent to the description of all kinds of strange killing scenes in "Warm Sun."Although the man and woman did not kiss each otherbut they have a more passionate love than intimate contactit is also a kind of regret.

And now,He Shouyang pressed me under the body and kissed me again and again.

Iwas surrounded by his hot breath,but my heart was very sad.

Maybe in a few days the warmth will also cross overand then give me a big ear scratch: "regret beauty?"Why dontyou have any regrets when it' s your turn? You're the b***h author who cut in on your own male and female master!"

I can't help but feel guilty.

Poor girl,don't hate your motherthe next article will send you a more handsome and gentle president.

Over the weekendtwo girlfriendswheat and fruittangled together to ask my new boyfriend's identity.

Ihesitated to say what the first sun through.

They were silent for a moment and said seriously"You creative people are really prone to disease."

Well,I shouldn't have told anyone.

In the endI treated them to the most expensive steak so l didn't get dragged to a psychiatrist.

After dinner,Iheld up the black gold card in my hand:"Aren'tyou curious how Ican afford this? Because it is what Shouyang brought from the novel!"

“But He Shouyang can't afford it. Are you getting old? He is the most common of all the male protagonists in your novels."Wheat is confused.

"Yes we were teasing you at the timewriting about so many rich second- generation presidents and this time we finally got back to the ground," Guo followed.

I froze.

“Miss,you signed the wrong name,the cardholder's name is not He Shouyang oh." Areminder from the shop assistant.

Ihad never paid any attention to what I had written before.

The man from the sky,the unlimited black and gold card, a series of incredible things went to my head.

It is only at this point that the stagnant brain begins to function little by little

The doubts that should have been discovered in the first place have finally become clear.

How can He Shouyang, who is brave and fearless in the novel, say in a pathetic tone that he is very painful and afraid?

In the novel,will he Shouyang,who regards warmth as life to love, really change his heart quickly and fall in love with me?

How could He Shouyangwho was written by me as cannon fodder,be endowed with soul by my words and enthusiasm?

Unless, of course, he's not the first.

So, who would it be?

Imechanically picked up the penshook my hand,and signed a name.

Clerk polite smile:"Checkout has been completedwelcome to the next visit!"

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