Bedtime story: The ending

The author hasn't had a good night's sleep in three days. Three days ago, when he promised to update his readers regularly, someone threatened to hang him from his screen if he stood them up. The author saw a smile, did not take it seriously, that night on the daily drag more. The next morning, the author took the mobile phone from the bed to check the time, suddenly found a girl hanging in the middle of the screen. His face was livid and he rolled his eyes. The author exclaimed and threw the phone aside. He patted his face, took a deep breath, sat up, and almost carried his back. In the middle of the projection cloth opposite the bed hung the same man, with his tongue sticking out rather long. The writer shuddered and turned off the projector, followed by the TV, the computer, the game console. However, the hanging figure really haunts me. When THE author goes out to the cafe, she always follows the ordering machine in the cafe. The author lit up a cigarette and silently thought, "Is it true that a person has been hanged and become a ghost haunting me?" The author had to hide at home and read one book after another. Three days passed in the blink of an eye. He hasn't picked up his phone in three days. Finally, the author could not bear it, he slowly grabbed the phone upside down on the table, suddenly opened it. In the middle of the screen, the girl is wearing a mask and painting nail polish, as she casually throws the hanging rope aside. The author and the girl are one leng. "You're not a ghost? "The author began. The girl rolled her eyes. "Hacker." The author breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time gave birth to a fire in his heart. "What on earth do you want?" "Do you have any idea what I've been through these days?" The girl asked back: "Do you know how I wait for more days?" "Are you out of your mind? The author sneers, "I his mother love when more when more, you control it? How do you lead the tube I don't care?" The girl stared, obviously not expecting such a reply from the author. She opened her mouth several times, but without speaking, tears began to flow down her cheeks. "Oh, don't you cry." The author felt at a loss, "It was you who screwed me first, and it wasn't my fault." The girl wept bitterly. The author helplessly: "I more, I more return not line?" "Really?" "The girl asked, wiping her eyes. The author says, "Really, but you can't hang in the middle of the screen." "Is it all right if I sit and watch?" The author struggled for a while and finally nodded reluctantly. That night, the author updated it. Followed by another, much more even more, and even the whole week, month more constantly. The girl would reward her every time and buy some snacks for the author from time to time. The person did not appear in the screen all the time. The most recent one was also the longest one, and the girl did not appear for more than two weeks. At first, the author felt quiet, but after a long time, he thought a little. At the end of the day, all the writer could think about was the girl's smiling face. When the girl reappears two weeks later, the novel is nearing its final chapter. She asked the author expectantly when the novel would be finished. "Soon, soon." The author responded with a smile, thinking to himself that he would write an afterword to the novel, a... I love letter. The author is a little-known writer, an undergrad. He thought, he is not good enough for the girl, and did not expect to be with the girl, but he still wants the girl to know his mind. However, when the final chapter was finished, the girl sent me "I went to see it!!" I haven't seen him since. After the author wrote, but can not find a reason to send out, he is ready to punch, hit the cotton. After several sleepless nights, the writer dug out the express box where the girl had sent him something and followed the address. He also bought a small, tacky bunch of red roses at the florist's shop and hid them in his arms. The writer knocked at the door. A middle-aged woman, girlish and haggard, opened the door. For no reason, the author felt flustered and just wanted to turn his head and run. "Are you Xiaoyu's classmate?" The woman forced a smile and turned sideways. The writer saw the black and white photo in the middle of the living room and his mind buzzed. "I thought you said... Are you a hacker?" The author tried to question the photo, but could not say anything. "Xiao Yu has been sleeping on and off for the last few months, a brain tumor, you know." "Sobbed the woman." She had been in such good spirits for the past two weeks, demanding every day that I should read her a novel, that her condition would suddenly deteriorate..." The author went home in a daze. He sat in front of the computer for a few hours, but still corrected the postscript and sent it out. "I don't like stories with Bad endings," he wrote in the epilogue. "But there are always Bad endings." A hanging rope was thrown into the screen. "You've been to see me?" "The girl whispered." I'm so ugly I might as well hang myself." The author starts: "You..." "Ghost, have no choice but to come to your boarding," the girl said. "in the story, must not be Happy Ending?" The author smiled: "you are still there, the ending is important?" He took out the bunch of roses from his arms. The petals were crushed, but the red was not faded, like the setting sun, like the rising sun.