Magic Change

This story is purely fictional! Raindrops woven diagonally across the window lattice. Gong Xue heard that the novelist she had been secretly in love with for several years became obsessed with writing a bad novel. She didn't answer the phone calls or reply to the messages. She was so frightened that she rushed to the novelist's house to have a look. The sycamore leaves were wet and stuck to Gong Xue's umbrella. The water drops fell on the face, feeling cool. She was holding a telephone in her hand. On the screen was the ninety-ninth unread message and a series of busy signals with no answer. Downstairs from the novelist, the security guard rubbed his hands and sighed, saying, "That young man hasn't gone out for three days. Yesterday I could still hear him banging things in the house. I called him, but he didn't respond. I'm afraid he's crazy." When Gong Xue heard the news, her heart felt like she was being immersed in ice water, and her limbs were so cold that she felt like they were dead. The novelist she had a crush on was named Zhou Famous, and he was a literary young man who made a living by writing.