The so-called Chu Xinian’s face-to-face meeting was equivalent to a literary conference in a sense, rather dull and rather bland. Authors from the same city gathered in a small conference room, exchanging experiences with each other and speaking eloquently.
Shen Liang sat in the corner of the back row. His arms were folded and he was sleeping, holding a pamphlet in his lap, which was about to slip and fall to the floor.
Chu Xinian was rarely late, so he sneaked in through the back door, saw Shen Liang sleeping, and took the opportunity to sit next to him, “Your pamphlet is about to fall.”
Shen Liang didn’t even need to look to know who it was, without saying a word, he took the pamphlet and put it on his face, and continued sleeping.
Chu Xinian finally realized that something was wrong, he looked at it, thought of Shen Liang’s decadence over the past few days, and unconsciously asked, “Have you broken up?”
As soon as he said it, he felt it was impossible. How could an otaku who was at home every day without going out, break up? Did he fall in love with a blow-up doll?
Shen Liang took the book off his face and looked at him with his head cocked to one side, “You can’t sit next to me, I feel uncomfortable.”
Chu Xinian shook his head and smiled as if apologetically, “Sorry, they don’t want to sit with me, suck it up.”
Shen Liang’s face turned green for a moment, “What are you working on these days?”
Chu Xinian’s grandfather was a well-known Feng Shui master, his family didn’t say they were rich, but they were. Who knows what Chi Xinian thinks, he always liked to go to work to experience life, to collect material.
All the things you don’t think about, he can do it.
Chu Xinian fixed his clothes and said, “Not much, I went to the mortuary to study for a while.”
He had studied medicine a few years before but was interrupted for some reason. Recently, he wanted to observe the dead to gather information, so he “changed” jobs again.
Shen Liang moved away from him a little, feeling that it was not normal, “Why don’t you go to a club?”
Chu Xinian could not see with clarity, so he took out glasses from his jacket pocket and put them on. He looked very polite, but in Shen Liang’s eyes, he was a gentle scum. He held the glasses without getting angry, “I’ll consider it later if I have free time.”
Shen Liang praised without smiling, “No wonder you write so well.”
Knowing that Shen Liang was scorning, Chi Xinian gently replied, “It’s nothing, it’s good to see things in life.”
Shen Liang thought it was no wonder he couldn’t write anything good, who he talked to every day were perverts like Chu Xinian.
Probably because the speech on the stage was boring, Chu Xinian didn’t pay attention. He stopped taking notes, closed the notebook, and asked without thinking, “I heard that you plan to change the ending”.
Shen Liang was startled to hear his words and then let out a very soft muffled sound, unclear whether he had answered or not.
“That’s weird.” Chu Xinian said, “What are you going to write next time, more dog blood?”
Shen Liang shook his head for the first time. He closed his eyes and covered his face with the pamphlet again, hiding all his expressions. His Adam’s apple rolled slightly, and only after a long time, he softly said, “I won’t write anymore…”
“I won’t write about it anymore…”
The conference room was very lively, only Shen Liang was sitting in a corner, alone, seemingly separated from the world.
Chu Xinian felt a little surprised now, he raised his eyebrows slightly. He wanted to ask something, but he saw that Shen Liang was not very well, and dismissed the idea, “It’s good not to write, that kind of thing that invites criticism should not be written.”
Shen Liang curved the corner of his mouth, wanting to say that he was not afraid of being criticized, but in the end, he did not explain.
Chu Xinian lowered his head, spread out his notebook, and continued to write, uncertain of what came to his mind, he suddenly asked, “Have you read my novel?”
Shen Liang faintly came back to his senses and answered half-heartedly, “Oh, yeah.”
He had only read the summary.
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Chu Xinian had no intention to change it, unlike Shen Liang who wrote as he pleased, he had intentions in what he wrote, and just said, “There are no people without problems in the world.”
It sounded quite philosophical.
Shen Liang didn’t want to admit it, but at critical moments, Chu Xinian’s mind could be a little stronger than his, and he slowly asked, “…I was once in a place, but now I can’t go back, tell me, is there any way to go back again?”
Chu Xinian, “Plane.”
Shen Liang, “There isn’t.”
Chu Xinian raised his head and looked at him, “Then how did you go there in the first place?”
Shen Liang was taken aback, “…”
He also wanted to know how he had gotten there, but he transmigrated abruptly and then returned abruptly.
Who could give him an answer?
Chu Xinian was always good at stringing together the truth from various bits of information, and he finally realized that Shen Liang’s anomaly was related to that novel. He squeezed the pen in his hand a few times, “You don’t think you’ve transmigrated, do you?”
Shen Liang looked up, “Do you think I dreamed?”
Chu Xinian, “I’m more inclined to think you’re confused. Shen Liang, it’s a terrible thing to be immersed in a dream and not be able to get out.”
Shen Liang only said, “It wasn’t a dream.”
Chu Xinian curved his lips slightly, this action made him look a bit careless and cold, “But you can’t go back now, so it’s better to take it as a dream.”
Especially since he doesn’t believe that this matter was real.
Shen Liang asked meaningfully and rhetorically, “What if it is real?”
Chu Xinian, “When I die, how about I give you my inheritance?”
He was picking on Shen Liang.
Shen Liang scoffed, “You’d better leave it to your future son.”
Chu Xinian was single and was going to devote his life to literature, but that doesn’t stop him from despising things like transmigration, “You know, the possibility of your transmigration is not as high as that of me being divorced.”
Transmigration?
Ha…
Chu Xinian looked shallow, obviously in disbelief.
Shen Liang did not argue with him. People like Chu Xinian were the typical person who would not shed tears without seeing the coffin. If he was bound by the System someday, that would help people, eliminating such a harmful thing.
After the conference, Shen Liang returned home. He had been sleepless for several nights in a row, so finally he couldn’t take it anymore and collapsed on the bed without even taking off his clothes. Exhaustion swept over him like a tidal wave and he soon fell into a deep sleep.
However, not sure if it was because he was thinking about it every day, he had a dream that seemed familiar with the scene in the novel…
In the dream, there was a long and silent hallway, the light was miserable and the air smelled of the unique sterile hospital. Shen Liang walked down the hallway and found a locked room at the end. Through the glass window, a thin man was faintly visible huddling in a dark corner.
This scene was somewhat familiar…
In Shen Liang’s heart floated faintly an unbelievable answer, but he was not sure. He slowly approached the window, his fingertips covering the cold glass, struggling to see who was inside, but he couldn’t.
“Shao Qinhan…”
Shen Liang struggled to make a sound, he tapped the window hard, but the sound was dull.
“Is that you?”
His voice was shaking.
“Shao Qinhan?”
Shen Liang shouted, and the man curled up in the corner reacted slightly to his words. He slowly raised his head and looked confusedly toward the window. His face was pale, and his eyes were as black as a wolf’s mouth, so dark that light could not penetrate.
After Shen Liang saw his eyes, his pupils constricted and his heart seemed violently grabbed by an invisible hand, “Shao Qinhan!”
Shao Qinhan heard his voice, hesitantly got up from the ground, and slowly walked to the window. His slender figure could barely hold up the hospital gown he wore and looked hollow.
Like Shen Liang, he put his fingertips on the glass window and watched Shen Liang for a while, then narrowed his eyes, “Who are you… ?”
Shao Qinhan felt that the person in front of him was very familiar, unspeakably familiar.
Shen Liang couldn’t help but clench his hands, he wanted to open the door but found that it was locked, he couldn’t even pull it, he clenched his fist and hit the glass window hard.
Shao Qinhan approached the glass window and said, “Don’t hit it… it hurts…”
Shen Liang couldn’t listen at all, he just wanted to release Shao Qinhan from that ghostly place, however, the window and the door were closed, and he couldn’t open them even if his hand bled from hitting so much.
Shao Qinhan looked at him through the glass and said nothing.
After several failed attempts, Shen Liang finally stopped his actions. He was out of breath, and suddenly felt a deep sense of helplessness, wiped the window that was full of blood, and said to Shao Qinhan in panic, “I’ll get you out, I… I’ll get you out…”
The backs of his hands were covered with blood, and the more he wiped the glass, the messier it became.
Shao Qinhan leaned his head on the window glass and looked at his hands, the backs of his hands were covered with scars. Perhaps he did the same as Shen Liang.
“Why did you leave me here alone…?” Shao Qinhan suddenly asked in a soft voice.
Shen Liang swayed.
Shao Qinhan raised his head to look at him, most of his body was engulfed in shadows, those eyes were still the same as he remembered, only they were filled with despair, “Is it because you are afraid of me?”
Shen Liang shook his head unconsciously, wanting to say no, how could he be afraid of him. But the more anxious he became, the less he could speak.
Shao Qinhan said, “I can take pills, I’ll take them every day…”
He squeezed the bars on the window.
“Don’t leave me here alone, I take pills for my illness every day. Shen Liang, it’s dark in here…”
He called Shen Liang by his name, his voice was low, and his face was pale and desperate, like a trapped beast.
“I won’t hurt you… don’t be afraid of me…”
“Don’t be afraid of me…”
Shen Liang couldn’t control the redness in his eyes when he heard him, he clenched his hands and suddenly punched the window hard, “Who told you to take pills, didn’t I tell you not to take them, why are you still taking them!”
“I will never stop loving you! Didn’t I tell you, why don’t you believe me?!”
His voice was initially tinged with anger, but as he spoke, it became quiet. Shen Liang lowered his head with reddened eyes, choking back sobs, he said to Shao Qinhan, “Who said I don’t love you…? I’ve been looking for you… I’ve been looking for you…”
But how can he go back…?
How is he supposed to go back…?
Tears soaked the pillow and the person in the dream gradually faded away.
Shen Liang breathed heavily, his body shuddered as he suddenly woke up from the dream. He struggled to open his heavy eyelids, and what met his eyes was a ceiling, and when he reached out, his face was covered with cold wetness.
Is it a dream…?
But Shen Liang was so afraid that it was real.
He was stunned for a while, then sat on the bed with his hand propped up, the restlessness of the past few days made him look extremely decadent. Shen Liang sat in front of his desk and opened his computer, the words Chu Xinian had once said echoed in his mind unexpectedly.
“So how did you go there in the first place?”
How did he go there in the first place?
He had just finished writing a bloody novel to the extreme which provoked a large-scale protest from readers, as a result, he was tied up by System and transmigrated to his novel.
Did he have to write another novel to appeal to the System?
This realization made Shen Liang’s heart stop for a moment. He didn’t know if the answer was correct, but he should try anyway. His fingers trembled as he covered the keyboards and then created a new document. His brain was racing nervously, thinking about the plot and planning to write an even bloodier novel.
However, Shen Liang had just drafted the title, when before he could type a single word of the text, an invisible force suddenly seized his hands, and he could not move them.
A familiar mechanical sound echoed in the air, with a serious tone: [Young hero, please stop]
Shen Liang was stunned by the sound, and unconsciously looked towards it, only to see that at some point a large, dazzling diamond had been added to the ceiling of the room. He looked stunned, and reacted with a controlled burst of ecstasy, “System? System!”
Shen Liang felt like bursting into tears for the first time, he stood up in a hurry, with such force that the chair toppled over, saying excitedly and incoherently, “Fuck, you finally showed up!”
You! Him! Fuck! Mom! Finally! He’s here! He’s here!
System flew down and circled Shen Liang: [Dear Host, I’m back again, did you miss me~?]
Shen Liang recalled what had happened to him during this time, and blurted out while grinding his teeth, “I missed you to death…”
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That dream nooooo 😭 I hope Shao Qinhan is okay and that nothing happened to Shen Liang in that world!!
OMG THIS IS THE FIRST TIME MC WENT BACC LIEK NOT LONG AFTER GOING BACC TO HIS OG WORLD
BRO WHEN I TELL YOU THAT I WAS SOBBING SO HARD OVER THAT DREAM LIKE
i was literally sobbing reading this chap.😢 Shao Qinhan is so miserable 😭
please take him back i beg you please system please
Yes! F**k the system!!!! Ah i’m crying, Shao Qinhan don’t worry Shen Liang is coming!!