Who moved my novel?

# Dear readers, when you see this chapter, I hope you know that this book is about to end.

# I don’t know whether this book is wonderful or terrible for you, and I don’t know whether you like it.

# But no matter what, there is no banquet that will not end, and this moment will eventually come.

…

Xue Mo closed the laptop and rubbed his eyes.

“Knock knock knock!” The knock on the door sounded as promised.

“I’m coming!” Xue Mo agreed, stood up, and walked to the living room.

“Good morning, Xue Mo.” The person outside the door was Zhao Feng.

"Good morning." Xue Mo nodded: "You really came."

"Of course." Zhao Feng smiled: "I can't not do what I promised my friends, right?"

"Come on, come in and sit for a while." Xue Mo pointed to the sofa in the living room, then looked into the room and scratched his head awkwardly: "Sorry, everything has been packed up, so there is no tea, I'll pour you a glass of water."

At this time, all the furnishings and daily necessities in Xue Mo's home have disappeared, replaced by the morning light that fills the whole house.

"No need to bother, I know you packed up and bought drinks on the way." Zhao Feng took out two bottles of happy water from the plastic bag in his hand, threw one to Xue Mo, and unscrewed the other bottle himself: "Have you packed everything?"

"Yes, everything is packed up." Xue Mo looked around the room, and then his eyes fell on the desk: "Oh, this hasn't been packed up yet, I'm still thinking about whether to take it away."

As he said, Xue Mo picked up a bottle of ink on the table and gently rubbed it with his fingers.

"Isn't this the ink you customized?" Zhao Feng looked at the ink and said, "If you like it, why don't you take it? Oh, I remember, this is made by Dong Peng..."

"I don't mind that." Xue Mo smiled and shook his head: "It's mainly because I'm afraid that the ink bottle is not strong and will accidentally spill. I still remember that when I was in school, I accidentally knocked over the red ink bottle again, and it was all over my face and body. That scene was so embarrassing. People who didn't know thought I killed someone."

"You are worried about this..." Zhao Feng thought for a moment and continued, "Actually, this is easy to deal with. Can't you just find some waste paper to wrap it? Just take it out when you get to the next place to live."

"Hmm..." Xue Mo lowered his head and thought for a while, then smiled: "That's right, then I'll find something to wrap it."

"Speaking of which, I thought you would sleep a little longer." Zhao Feng looked at Xue Mo who was packing the ink and asked, "Aren't you on the afternoon bus? Why did you get up so early?"

"Get up and write, the last few chapters." Xue Mo shrugged and said.

"Then am I here at a bad time?"

"No." Xue Mo shook his head: "I just don't have any ideas. If you don't come, I'll go out for dinner."

"Want to go out for dinner? That's perfect." Zhao Feng nodded: "Wait until you pack the ink and we'll go together."

"It's already packed." Xue Mo took a small box in his hand and put it into his backpack: "Let's go, I'll treat you today."

"Rare! Rare!" Zhao Feng joked: "Xue Mo's treat is a rare event that only happens once in a thousand years. I have to write an article to record it."

"Then hurry up and write. I've been waiting for you for so long, and you don't even open a new book." Xue Mo looked at Zhao Feng and shrugged, then picked up the bag and put it in the bedroom.

"That doesn't mean you don't have time..." Zhao Feng quickly changed the subject: "Speaking of which, Xue Mo, you... don't you have a lot of ink? Just bring this bottle?"

"Yes." Xue Mo looked at Zhao Feng with a little surprise at first, then nodded and said that this bottle is enough. This bottle is the essence. "

"Is that so. "Zhao Feng nodded, thinking.

"Let's go, where shall we eat?" Xue Mo looked at Zhao Feng and asked.

"My choice?" Zhao Feng looked at Xue Mo, a little surprised.

"Yeah." Xue Mo nodded: "It's rare for me to treat you to a meal, you choose."

"Fuck!" Zhao Feng raised his eyebrows at Xue Mo: "Really?"

"Really." Xue Mo nodded again: "Lest you say I'm stingy."

"Then I'll say it!"

"You say."

"Red Heart Hotel!"

"Okay!"

"Okay?" This time it was Zhao Feng's turn to be embarrassed.

He was just joking, after all, the consumption of Red Heart Hotel was not within the acceptable range for ordinary people.

But now Xue Mo agreed!

"Forget it, let's go to another place." Zhao Feng smiled awkwardly: "I'm tired of eating at Red Heart Hotel, change the taste and eat something lighter. "

He was not lying. He was really tired of eating. After all, his family was well-off. Having a meal at the Chixin Hotel was just a normal dinner.

"Let's go to the Chixin Hotel." Xue Mo shook his head: "I've been here for so long, but I haven't had a proper meal yet. It's okay to have a formal meal for the last meal, right?"

"Anyway, it's fine if you think it's okay." Zhao Feng nodded. If Xue Mo thought so, he certainly didn't need to refute it. At most, he could just pay the bill secretly.

"Then, let's go."

...

After having enough food and wine.

Because he knew that his readers would read books in the middle of the night, Xue Mo deliberately didn't write about the food. After all, it was not authentic to poison people late at night.

From Xue Mo's house to the Chixin Hotel, having a meal, and then coming back, it took a total of three hours and twenty-four minutes.

"Fuck, this is the first time I've gone to the Chixin Hotel for breakfast! It's really a new experience with you!" Zhao Feng said while burping.

The two of them went out very early, not even eight o'clock, so although they went to Chixin Hotel for dinner, they actually only had a self-service breakfast.

"I think it tastes good." Xue Mo shrugged: "Besides, it's not that I don't want to wait for lunch, it's just that the time doesn't allow it?"

As he said that, Xue Mo looked up at the watch.

Three twenty-two.

"It's probably past eleven." Xue Mo nodded and said: "Just pack up and go to the station."

"Your watch..." Zhao Feng looked at the wall clock helplessly: "It has been this time since I first saw it, can't you change a battery?"

"It's not a matter of changing the battery." Xue Mo shook his head: "The watch is broken, so time has stopped."

"Then why are you still looking at it!" Zhao Feng couldn't understand it.

"It's just a habit." Xue Mo shrugged: "Are you going to take me to the station? Or, just say goodbye?"

"Of course I'll take you there!" Zhao Feng smiled and suddenly took out a ticket from his pocket: "Hey, look at what this is!"

"What is this? Are you leaving Chixin City too?" Xue Mo asked casually.

Xue Mo had expected this. After all, Zhao Feng was so active that it was a miracle for him to stay in one place for such a long time.

"Yes, and..." Zhao Feng smiled: "We were in the same car and destination as you!"

After that, Zhao Feng slowly leaned back on the sofa, admiring Xue Mo's surprised look.

Ning Xin, although I haven't found any evidence of you yet, I don't believe that you will never reveal your true identity!