i have a ghost girlfriend simulator

　　"Haha, not much. Enough to support myself."

　　"..."

　　After chatting for a long time, I really admired him.I always feel that he seems to have really succeeded in writing novels and should have made a lot of money.

　　I am also moved, and I also want to write a novel.

　　But in the end, I still didn't have his courage, and I couldn't write it for a long time.

　　A few months later, the year has come.At the end of the year, I received a call from him: "Lend me five hundred yuan."

　　"You still ask me to borrow money? Great writer, I still plan to

　　Borrowed from you. "I was a little surprised.

　　"The manuscript fee hasn't arrived yet, so you should respond first and pay you back after the new year."

　　"..."

　　I think, it seems that the surface of him is not the real him, right?Did he really succeed?

　　In the summer of [-], I suddenly had a whim and wanted to see what the environment of great writers was like.After the phone call, I went to his house.

　　When I entered his bedroom at his invitation, I visibly felt a subconscious frown.A dark and damp smell came over the face, and the whole room was filled with the smell of smoke, and some strange mixed smells.The curtains are drawn, the whole

　　The room is opaque, the computer is turned on, and the interface is a document full of petty words.

　　"Is this where you work?"

　　"Yeah, I found that I don't like light anymore, and now I don't turn on the lights at night because I have no inspiration when the lights are on."

　　I was a little worried: "Can your body bear it if you go on like this?"

　　"Never mind, young man. By the way, have you read my new book?"

　　I wanted to say that I watched it, but I shook my head for fear that I would reveal the plot when he asked me about the plot.

　　He was a little disappointed and said with a smile, "Then you have time to take a look."

　　"Definitely."

　　I glanced at the computer screen and there was a picture: "Your girlfriend? She's pretty."

　　A happy smile appeared on his face: "Pretty, right? We've been together for two years."

　　"Really? Why didn't I know that before?"

　　"I didn't tell you."

　　"It's so beautiful, it's a lot of money, right?"

　　Speaking of this, he smiled wryly and did not answer the question in the end.

　　Month number, a day I will never forget;

　　Elementary school classmates had their birthday and asked me to go to the XX bar to sit.

　　Amidst the noisy J sound, a large group of us had a great time drinking.

　　The classmate's surname is Liu, let's call him Lao Liu for the time being.

　　Old Liu pointed at the female J recklessly and said, "Is that woman good?"

　　"Then why don't you call to accompany you to drink." We coaxed.

　　Old Liu laughed, a little disdain: "That's only good, you haven't seen the real best."

　　Old Liu was a little drunk: "Wait, brother, I'll call you a few."

　　Within half an hour, three girls came. They seemed to be familiar with Lao Liu. After saying hello, they sat down without fear at all.

　　.All three girls are beautiful, but I always feel that one of them looks familiar.

　　Maybe it's an illusion...

　　My classmates are not honest, and after getting to know each other, they start to move around.The girls are not disgusted, laughing and making trouble with them. I can see that this should be a crowd with rich nightlife, and I may not be able to fit in.

　　Lao Liu was lying in her ear and talking. I didn't know what Lao Liu said, but I could hear the girl saying: "I don't want to break up yet, I think he is very kind to me."

　　After I finished drinking a bottle of beer, I was sullen and panicked.Because I know why I look familiar to her

　　Well, I saw her picture, not too long ago.This is the man who smiles when he mentions it.

　　"Don't come back tonight."

　　"Where are you not going back?"

　　"Your home is like home."

　　"Then I have to give him a call. I have to call him good night at ten o'clock every night."

　　"I am jealous!"

　　"Ha ha."

　　The girl is out.

　　But now, I suddenly feel very uncomfortable: "I left a little bit earlier."

　　"Hey, you are..."

　　Out

　　In the bar, I saw the girl outside the silent door, and I only heard her say to the phone: "I'm at home, I'm going to sleep..."

　　I didn't go far, I stood on the curb and looked at the busy traffic, and I felt a sense of loss.I still called him: "is your girlfriend's name XXX"

　　"Correct."

　　His voice was very low, which surprised me a little.

　　"I want to tell you something."

　　"Needless to say, I'm across from you."

　　I looked up and the man was sitting on the bus seat across the road with a battery in his hand

　　Then, he looked at the door of the bar behind me.The eyes are a little red, but there are no tears...

　　After a long conversation, I felt sad for what happened to him.

　　That man, he never succeeded at all.And everything he does in front of us is actually just a pompous appearance.When I thought he really made a lot of money from writing books, in fact, his two-month income couldn't keep up with my one-month salary.

　　He took all the royalties for a month and spent it on the woman, telling the woman that it was one-third of his monthly income.And that woman dressed herself up with his money, in a place and time he didn't know, doing what he didn't

　　know something.

　　I admit that he is a man, and just a man.Not bad, but not brilliant at all.

　　That man has too much self-esteem.

　　When others sneered at his dream, he slapped his face as a fat man, and insisted to prove to you that he was right.In fact, he knew better than anyone that he was right.

　　I feel a little ridiculous, why he is so naive, I have not been able to understand.What is a dream?Well, thoughts in a dream.

　　I'm kind of hilarious because I've never seen such a childish man.

　　Since then, I have not

　　have seen him.

　　Maybe he still has a fair face and simple short hair.Maybe sparse stubble, decadent face.

　　This is a web writer, I don't know how to describe a web writer.

　　Maybe he has started anew. After two years of experience, he has never succeeded, but failure should teach him how to be a person, right?

　　He wants to prove himself, but in fact, he has no ability to prove himself at all.

　　That man is like a lonely ant, with limited ability, he can only carry bits and pieces, and he has to build a nest by himself in the place he wants.

　　That man may succeed, but it is more likely that he will continue to fail.After all, a man who can't even hold a woman, what can he hold?

　　The man actually cried and said to me:

　　"In the past two years, my biggest dream has not been a grand ideal. In the past two years, I have only wanted to succeed once. Among these countless failures, I have only succeeded once, just once, even if it is small..."

　　That man is afraid of seeing his own future. He writes metaphysics novels, but he is afraid of metaphysics.He was afraid that metaphysics could really predict, and that someone really calculated his fate and told him in advance.Because he knew in his heart that his future might

　　Still failing.But he didn't want to know ahead of time, because then there would be no incentive to work toward the hopeless non-failure.

　　In front of his friends and family, that man always pretended to smile and said he was fine.But he broke his body behind his back, but he could only know for himself.He didn't even dare to tell his family what the novel he wrote was called, because he often revealed his true feelings in the novel, and he was afraid that his family would see it.

　　The man had forgotten the woman and had no love or hatred in his heart.Now I just want to live for myself and live well for myself.

　　The man for the countless times

　　Continue to swear: This time, it really must be successful! ! !

　　……

　　Year month number, it is now the sixth year.

　　In the middle of the night, I got up and washed my face with cold water, looking at myself in the mirror with a dark yellow complexion and sunken eyes.Imitating the man's smile, but with pride in his bitterness, he said:

　　"That man is me."

　　Drying my face, I took a deep breath.

　　After a while, he tapped the last line of words on the keyboard with his hands again.

　　"Actually, the above are all made up by me."

　　……

　　All of the above are fake.

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