That ordinary story written by myself became my second life.
At the age of twenty-eight, he suffered a cardiac arrest while staying up late to finish a manuscript. When I opened my eyes again, I became the senior high school girl Lin Xiao with the same name in my debut novel.
The original plot is crystal clear:
My father died in an accident before the college entrance examination. I grew up and got married step by step, but my tenderness was exhausted in the regret of being childless for four years.
Holding the "script" in hand, I laughed. This time, I want to rewrite all my regrets:
Save his father, get admitted to a good university, and avoid the "official match" senior who seems gentle but cheats.
Everything went according to plan until——
The father escaped from the dilapidated house, but almost got into a car accident at another intersection;
I found a diary written by "myself" in his study. The handwriting was familiar, but the content had never been seen before;
And the senior Lu Huaizhou, who only had one line in the original work, appeared at the moment when I needed him again and again, his eyes were so quiet that he seemed to have seen through everything.
"Lin Xiao," he asked softly in the sunset in the library, running his fingertips across the spine of the books, "you seem to have been preparing for something."
"Now, can you relax?"
I thought it was rebirth, traveling through books, and a dimensionality reduction attack with the script in hand.
Later I realized——
It is the "paper man" that I have never seriously described. While filling in the world, it also gently completes me.
