Miss H is a woman writer. She never thought that she would be exhausted.

This self-confidence not only comes from some indisputable objective facts, such as: growing up in a pile of books, having rich life experience, meeting all kinds of people, being in countless cities, being engaged in all walks of life and so on. It also comes from her sensitive and romantic blx, always hovering between reality and fantasy.

As soon as Miss H was born, she began to write stories about her life: she once waved a fairy tale wand with chubby little hands and built a blue and boundless starry sky; I also use the beautiful feathers of Mayflies to weave a soft dream yarn for the loneliness of studying hard; I also painted a colorful picture with words as a brush and youth as a pigment. Even with the warmest breath, I blew out a huge and romantic colorful soap bubble for myself, which can be called colorful.

However, since the gorgeous soap bubble burst with a bang more than a year ago, her fragile blx is like a withered rose, scattered into petals.

From then on, there was no innocence, romance, love and expectation in her story, only killing, suicide and endless sins, and the hope of redemption always lingered in nothingness.

Even so, she continued to write for 5 14 days, forgetting to eat and sleep.

How can such a woman face a blank computer screen because of lack of inspiration, and her mind is at a loss?

Today, however, it really happened. Just after writing a fantasy story about the white-faced fox demon, she got stuck in the train of thought of the next story, her mind was empty, and there were no more flowing characters in her pen.

For the first time in her life, she was afraid.

-02-

Miss H got up from her chair. After sitting for a long time, she almost fell down. After a long time, her numb legs gradually regained consciousness and stood firm on the table.

Then she began to walk around the room, clutching the clothes on her chest with both hands, staring at the front with empty eyes, like a little squirrel with a hunched shoulder.

Miss H doesn't have to worry about money. She can't remember what she ate, or even when she ate last.

What scares her is how to live. She doesn't know what else she can do except writing.

I don't know how many times I walked back and forth, but Miss H still had no idea in her mind. Instead, she became more and more frantic because of anxiety.

She wanted to catch something to vent, so she glanced around for the first time, but only this glance made her feel trance, followed by deep confusion-she found herself in a closed room: the walls were bare, there were no windows and no doors; There is no bed and coffee table in the room, only a chair and a table. There is a computer on the desk, and its bright screen is the only light source in this room.

"Where am I?" She finally pulled her thoughts out of her writing and began to care about her situation, but this kind of thinking made her head dizzy, and then she suffered severe pain and almost burst her head.

Her leg was broken and she collapsed on the floor.

-03-

Suddenly, a light appeared overhead. Then, Miss H watched helplessly as the ceiling was torn off with a bang, and the dark room was suddenly filled with light.

"Haha, you can really write." A voice as clear as a nightingale exploded overhead like clear thunder.

A beautiful and huge eye peeped down, and Miss H turned pale with fear, clutching the silk white robe on both sides of her body and shivering.

"Come, come to my hand." The voice said it again, and then she put her hand into half the palm of her hand in the room and stuck it on the floor. "climb up and hold tight."

Miss H turned around her finger in confusion, and finally made up her mind to find the front position of the first section of the little finger, lifted her robe, stepped forward, and then threw herself around the little finger.

Then she was lifted off the ground and walked out of the room.

A huge face with silver hair approached her. She was a beautiful young woman-"She looks really familiar. Is it a character in her own role? " However, she felt that her mind was stuffed into a mess and she couldn't understand it.

"ah! Thank you for writing me 5 14 days. " The giant girl said to her happily, "Now, you can have a good rest."

Miss H lowered her head and hesitated for a moment. Finally, she summoned up her courage, looked up and asked, "Hello! Can you tell me where this is? Have I been kidnapped? "

"Kidnapping?" The giant girl gave a silvery laugh, "Oh, no, you were born here! Don't you find that we look exactly alike? "

"Huh?" Miss H lowered her head and looked at her body. Fat and thin are somewhat similar. She put down her long hair at the back of her head and twisted her little face to look around. Sure enough, she is white-haired. She tried to organize her thoughts and dig out some memories from her mind, but she couldn't remember anything except the stories she had written. She wanted to keep asking, but she didn't know where to start.

Looking around, she saw a huge table with many airtight small houses neatly arranged on it. There are labels on the top of the houses, and the ceilings of several houses are open, so the interior is very dark and can't be seen clearly.

The giant girl turned around with H, as if hesitating where to put her. Finally, she put H into a spacious room. There were still no doors and windows in it, but there was enough light, and all the walls were glowing.

"You have worked hard, so have a good sleep here." The giant girl finished and covered the ceiling of the room.

There was silence all around.

-04-

This is a very beautiful room, with pale pinkish purple's brocade hanging on the wall and little pearls hanging on it; There is a circle of rose velvet sofa against the wall, which feels soft as silk; Next to the sofa, there is a big pink bed with a gauze skirt as soft as white clouds.

When she saw the bed, Miss H felt so tired that all her bones were sore. She leaned down, took off her blue satin embroidered shoes, threw herself into the soft big bed, and soon fell asleep.

In her dream, she saw a huge monitoring screen with some pictures jumping on it, and several lines of numbers were displayed in the upper right corner of each frame. The content of the picture is monotonous: almost all of them are a woman with silver hair, sitting in a dark little room, holding the computer screen. The only difference is their clothes: some are wearing gold armor, some are wearing white wedding dresses, some are wearing blue school uniforms, some are wearing gray professional clothes, some are wearing rainbow-colored girl dresses, some are wearing pink lace nightgowns, some are wearing black robes, with pointed hats, wands beside them, and even a woman wearing a blue robe and waist. There is a beautiful sword hanging on the back of her chair ... Every woman's face is full of different expressions: some are sly smiles, some are complacent, some are heartbreaking, some are frowning and sighing ... They are immersed in the story they are making up, intoxicated and satisfied.

-05-

A few hours later, the ceiling was lifted again, and the giant girl's face stuck out:

"Ah ~ you slept soundly. It seems that you are really exhausted. Let you sleep more. I will replace the latest memory module for you tomorrow. Why don't you write fantasy? ! Well, there are still many stories to write. My mini female writer depends on you. " She stared at H, who was sleeping in bed, and talked to herself.

Then, the ceiling was gently closed ... Miss H's dream continued. ......

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