Chapter 24 - Story 72-76
When an Angst Writer Meets a Doting Writer
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Tingting: Hello.
Tingting: Is anyone there?
Tingting: Hello?
Tangtang: Hi, I am here. Whatâs up?
Tingting: Listen, I quit drinking.
Tingting: From now on.
Tangtang: Oh yeah, tell me another one!
Tangtang: A toast to you!
Tingting: I am serious!
Tingting: [Cheers.jpg]
Tingting: I didnât fall asleep until 5:30a.m. this morning.
Tangtang: Why did you go to sleep so late? What did you do last night?
Tangtang: Donât tell me you canât sleep.
Tingting: I was too hungry to fall asleep.
Tangtang: Oh.
Tingting: Then I watched the movie named âSpirited Awayâ.
Tingting: Now I am kowtowing in the elevator.
Tingting: Someone told me that the more I kowtow, the more fans Shortie will get. So I am kowtowing in the elevator.
Tangtang: ?
Tingting: [Link]
Tingting: So is there anyone explaining this matter to me?
Tingting: It seems all people on Weibo are gossiping about this since I woke up.
Tingting: Who can tell me why one of the last two male voices in this audio clip sounds so much like Shortie?
Tingting: @ Tangtang Do you know what happened?
Tangtang: No, I have no idea.
Tingting: Huh?????????!!!!!! I donât understand! Why? Do they indeed know each other??????!!!!! Does my dear writer indeed have an unusual relationship with Guinea Pig?!!!!
Tangtang: â¦
Tangtang: Sorry, honey. This question is really hard to be answered.
Tingting:@Shortie @Shortie @Shortie @Shortie
Tingting: Oh, my dear writer! Tell me itâs not true, please!!!! Those guys on Weibo said you have already been in relationship with Guinea Pig! Crying.
Tangtang: â¦
Tangtang: Calm down! Maybe Shortie is still sleeping now.
Tingting: Today is the last day for updating stories. Shortie hasnât finished the required amounts of words in order to appear on the home page.
Tangtang: Itâs just 2 p.m. Shortie will finish it tonight.
Tingting: Alright. Let me know when Shortie wakes up.
Tangtang: OK.
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However, for three days, Shortie didnât show up. Besides, the number of words he wrote didnât reach the standard of X website. As a result, âMissing Youâ was blocked by X website and not allowed to appear on the home page for three weeks.
Tingting: Itâs the fourth day Shortie is absent. I miss him.
Tangtang: So is it often happened to Shortie? I mean to stop updating abruptly without any reason.
Tingting: Yes, quite often. Somehow, he would stop updating for several days and not reply my messages as if he disappeared. At first, I was really afraid that he would give up writing. But several days later, he would always continue to update stories. Do you remember that day we first met? At that time, he had been stopping updating for a week.
Tingting: So, donât fret, my friend. Maybe he is dealing with some important things in real life. Letâs just wait for him.
The night fell. While, Tang Yanzhi didnât turn on the lights in his room. Sitting in front of the computer and looking at his phone screen, he found none of those messages he sent to Xu Chi were replied. So he got up and walked out of the room with the key.
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âHello?â
âWhere are you now?â
âIâm at home.â
âYouâre heartlessâ¦â Tang Yanzhi joked, âIâve called you many times, but you didnât answer.â
âHmmâ¦â Xu Chi said clearly. âIâve switched my phone to airplane mode. So I didnât receive your audio call from Wechat.â
âAre you free now?â
âWhatâs up?â
âI am downstairs of your house.â
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As soon as Xu Chi went downstairs, he saw Tang Yanzhi.
Xu Chi handed him a cup of hot milk tea and asked, âWhat are you doing here?â
Tang Yanzhi bowed his head and looked Xu Chi up and down carefully. After making sure Xu Chi was fine, he took over the cup of milk tea and said, âYou havenât updated stories for several days. As your No.1 fan, I have no choice but to come here and push you to update stories in person.â
The cold wind blew up the fallen leaves on the ground. Under the dim streetlight, Xu Chi looked up at the person in front of him. With long eyebrows, Tang Yanzhi was always gentle, tolerant, and standing as straightly as a tree.
Xu Chi put his hand into his coat pocket, looking into the concerning eyes of Tang Yanzhi, and sighed, âTang Yanzhiâ¦â
âI donât want to write stories anymore.â
The wind was blowing stronger. The sound of rustling branches and leaves reached his ears. When Tang Yanzhi looked away, it seemed he could see the frost of the grass beside his feet.
âWhy?â
âSeveral days ago, I read a story named âA Harbor At Nightâ, which was written by Scottish Fold. I donât know if you have read it before.â Xu Chiï¼with his dimples showed now and then, stomped on the ground. His breath steamed in the air. âI have to admit there is a big gap between me and the legendary writer.â
âBoth of us are heartbreaking writers. However, no matter itâs the writing, the structure, or the development of the plot, his story is far superior to mine. As what fans say, I donât even deserve to compare with him.â
âIâve been writing for three years, and itâs about 1 million words. However, I have less than 50 fans on Weibo, about half of them are fake followers. Relying on being presented on the home page of X website, Missing You finally managed to be subscribed by more than 200 readers. My two fans and you are always comforting me that I just need a way to make it big. So Iâve been waiting for it.â
âBut Iâve been waiting for three years! It should be my turn now, right? But no. Iâve read my stories again over the last few days. It seems others are writing better and better. While, I am going in the opposite direction.â âI donât know if you have such a habitâ not read othersâ stories in the process of writing in case being affected by them or comparing their stories with mine. But I donât regret reading this story, which made me know the gap between me and the others.â
âIâm envious, envious of his writing and great talent. Meanwhile, Iâm also jealous of himâ¦â Xu Chi smiled reluctantly, âI couldnât catch up with that level my whole life.â
âThe readers have good judgement. Do you know why Iâm not popular?â Xu Chi looked at Tang Yanzhi who kept silent and listened to him carefully, and continued, âBecause I donât deserve it.â
âLook. As a writer who doesnât have good writing but is so eager to be popular, I wonât be loved by the readers.â
âTang Yanzhi.â Xu Chi called his name.
Tang Yan bowed his head and saw Xu Chiâs watery eyes, which were dark and bright, like the milky way reflected on the sea.
âIâm not as good as you said. I donât want to struggle any more. I failed.â
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Suddenly, the cold wind seemed to rest. The cup of milk tea in the hand of Tang Yanzhi had already become lukewarm. At this moment, he finally said, âIs that what youâve been wondering about for three days?â
âWell, I think so. Iâll finish Missing You. After it, Iâll never write any other story.â
âItâs not the first time Iâve had such feelings. But I used to cheer myself up and say that maybe I will be popular if I stick to it a bit more. However, I canât lie to myself this time.â Xu Chi said, looking at their two long shadows under the light. âI canât fool myself all the time.â
Then, Xu Chi made a long sigh of relief. âOur character seems to have suddenly changedâ¦â He pointed to himself, then pointed to the silent person in front of him. âYou used to be the one who spoke a lot, while I used to be the person comforted by you.â
Tang Yanzhi opened the cup lid and took a sip. It was not as sweet as he thought, which was a bit bitter. After swallowing down, he finally felt some sweetness.
âDoes it taste good?â Xu Chi approached him and asked.
Tang Yanzhi nodded. âPretty good.â
Xu Chi smiled, âI made it myself.â
âYou must have held it in for a long time.â Tang Yanzhi closed the cup lid and then looked at the person close to him, âThese words, you must have held them in for a long time.â
The wind, again, disheveled Xu Chiâs hair. Then the red mole beside his ear was again exposed. Xu Chi pursed his lips, and looked down, with his lashes trembling.
âWell, I have few friends. And I know what people think about me. I am dorky, lukewarm, and away from worldly wisdom.â
âMy parents taught me to be independent since I was little. Therefore, I never like to trouble others. Instead, I always prefer to solve all the problems by myself.â
âEspecially when I realized my sexual orientation in junior high school, I spoke even less, because I didnât think someone would understand me. They must treat me like an outsider, and no one will help me solve any problem. So I choose to keep silent.â
âAnd Iâm really glad to meet you,â Xu Chi still bowed his head and spoke in a light tone. âYou could tolerate my sexual orientation and even have the same interests with me. You could comfort and encourage me. You could understand what I said even if others donât.â
Tang Yanzhi smiled lightly. Then he raised his hand to ruffled Xu Chiâs hair with force, which was difficult to be ignored.
âItâs a pity that I canât be your first fan; but Iâm glad Iâll never be your last one.â
âIn the future, you can talk with me if you are happy or lack inspiration. And you can talk with me about the good or bad weather and so on. Above all, I could always understand.â
Xu Chi slowly gave him a smile. âThe reason why I hold it in all the time is Iâd like to save up my thoughts for more than twenty years and tell all of them to that right person when I met him.â
âTang Yanzhiâ¦â Xu Chi slowly looked up. At that moment, Tang Yanzhi seemed to hear the sound of falling frost.
âI like you, not that kind of feelings between friends. I mean Iâd like to hug you, kiss you, and tell you all of my thoughts, including the past and the future.â