The house is money, the story is life

"Then, let's start with the simplest one. My name is Xia Shi, what about you? What's your name?"

Xia Shi asked this question, but what he responded to was endless blankness.

The young man stared blankly at him, as if he had suddenly realized something important, and said after a while, "No name."

Xia Shi: "Huh?"

"Because I'm going to do summer time, so I don't have a name..." The young man said in a daze, suddenly feeling empty in his heart.His eyes began to sore, and he thought of the question that had troubled him for a long time - what kind of existence is he?

Who am I?

Or is there no "I" in this world at all?

Strong emotions surged, but what swept him this time was not anger, but great sadness.This fact is so obvious, but he deliberately ignored it repeatedly, until now, because of a question from someone else, it was clearly presented in front of him - he has no name.

Does not have a name of its own.No one gave him a name.No one expected his "birth".No one foresaw his "death".No one cared about his existence itself.

He has no "himself", which is something that was agreed from the very beginning.

The boy rubbed his eyes, he felt that there was a leak.He thought of so many memories he had seen, of other people's weeping and wailing, he had seen similar actions many times, but when it was his turn, he was not proficient at all and could not control it.

"Ah, really...why did you suddenly start crying again?" Xia Shi scratched his face in trouble, "I'm just asking casually. Are all villains like this these days? Are they selling meat or selling misery?"

The boy ignored him.Wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, he began blowing his nose with a tissue.

"Really... Who is the villain? It's obvious that I was the one who was robbed..." Xia Shi sighed helplessly, then suddenly reached out his hand, passed through the barrier, and put it on the young man's shoulder.The boy was startled, and turned his head to bite, but Xia Shi gave him a sharp look: "How dare you!"

The boy flinched from being frightened by him, and his teeth retracted again.

"Really, the character design is all over, okay... But forget it, you are a wild boy who doesn't care about character design at all, and doesn't even have a name." Xia Shi said bluntly, touched his palm upwards, and clapped When it reached the boy's forehead, his consciousness immediately poked in.Only then did the boy realize what he was going to do, he struggled immediately, and was glared at by Xia Shi again.The boy's chest heaved violently a few times, and suddenly he seemed to think of something, his body relaxed, and he closed his eyes as if giving up: "Do you want to kill me? Then do it."

Summer time: "..."

"Who said I'm going to kill you." He took his hand away amusedly, "It's just a payment."

The boy suddenly opened his eyes: "What do you mean?"

"My rules, don't you know?" Xia Shi got up and said, "You give me a story, and I'll give you a place to return... But this time, what I give you is a little bit more valuable than the place to go back, so I will be paid more Some."

He waved his hand at the young man: "Since all your stories are based on me, and I don't have many stories myself, I will not force others. This little bit is a deposit, and I will come to you to get it when you have savings in the future. "

The young man rubbed his forehead ignorantly, not knowing why: "What kind of reward?"

"Name." Xia Shi said, then turned and walked towards the other end of the corridor, "Don't worry, I won't charge you randomly... I will charge as much as it is worth."

He looked back at the young man who was still kneeling on the ground, with the corners of his mouth raised: "Wei Bai. How about this name?"

The young man looked at him blankly, as if he didn't understand at all: "Huh?"

"The future is blank. How about this name? I think this is quite suitable for you." Xia Shi said, "Of course, how to fill in this blank in the future is up to you."

The boy's brows were slightly frowned, and he finally caught up with Xia Shi's train of thought.With a clear heartbeat and clear breathing, he chewed these two words in his mouth for a long time, and finally spat out carefully: "Wei... Bai?"

"Accept it? Very good, then you will be my debtor from now on." Xia Shi said quickly, talking to himself, "I sold this name to you, and you will often come to me to pay back the money in the future, you know Is it? This is called installment payment..."

Putting his hands in his pockets, he turned and left leisurely, with a slight smile in his voice: "Of course, it's fine if you don't come. I'll bring someone to find you—oh yes, this money is charged interest Yes, let me tell you first."

"Plus the ones you robbed me—those stories also have to be paid back, understand? I'm very picky, and I only charge the equivalent... Well, this one also needs to be charged."

"Maybe you will find me annoying, but I don't care about that. I will just visit you again and again, collecting debts and collecting money until you pay all the debts and interest."

"At that time, you will be free."

"So, for true freedom, go and fight slowly, boy."

The last voice fell, and Xia Shi's back disappeared at the corner of the corridor.

The young man sat there blankly for a long time before he finally came to his senses and stretched out his hand tentatively to the side.

Nothing came across.The transparent barrier is gone.

He stood up slowly and stood alone in the empty corridor.The white light was cast from above his head, and he suddenly had a strong illusion.

It seems that the world is vast, and I am in the wasteland.

Time rewinds to 5 minutes ago.

In Han Biluo's ward.

With one hand on Zhou Tang's forehead, Han Biluo's eyes shone with light.He knew that the Book of Immortality was nearby, and he also knew that he didn't dare to approach him because he was afraid of himself, but it didn't matter, he could approach him—even if he couldn't do it himself, he could still use his subordinates.

The camp or something is nothing more than a story.As long as the story is written correctly, anyone can be his, isn't it?

Without further delay, he closed his eyes and probed his consciousness into Zhou Tang's soul.He has heard about this man's boring and shallow life for a long time, and the revision is only a matter of a few paragraphs. As a reward for his own use, he will remember to write a happy ending for this man... A writing with potential What about hand identity?Give him a bright future...

Han Biluo planned this, but after entering Zhou Tang's soul, he didn't see anything.

Nothingness.No text.There is no story.There is no... soul.

Consciousness floats in the dark.Han Biluo's expression was blank.

At this moment, a tiny green light suddenly shot out from nothingness and bounced on his forehead.Han Biluo yelled in pain, and fell backwards. When he realized, he had already slumped on the bed with his hands on his forehead, his mind was blank, and his forehead was dripping with cold sweat.

Just... what happened?

He stared blankly, and heard footsteps beside him.The "Zhou Tang Figurine" who had been sitting on the chair suddenly stood up, walked to the bed, stood side by side with another Zhou Tang, and looked down at him calmly.

Looking between the two of them a few times, Han Biluo realized that he had made a mistake!

The one who appeared at the beginning was the real Zhou Tang, and the invisible person who was captured was Xia Shi's puppet made of spirit wood!

The question is how? !

"I don't agree with your three views, but there is one sentence I agree with." Looking at his pale face, Zhou Tang said slowly: "Some people are like that, they only look at what they like... you "Read" to Xia Shi's place where the puppet is arranged, and then "abandon the text", right? I feel that God is unfolding, I feel that he has a hole in his head, and I feel that the subsequent plot is all under my control... Xia Shi guessed that you would be like this, So after he completed the first layout, he made a small adjustment to the plan."

He bent down to look at Han Biluo, seeing the cold sweat on his head: "Do you feel uncomfortable? Xia Shi said that this little trap was inspired by the whirlpool of words you sent him."

Han Bi fell silent, gritted his teeth and looked at him.The spirit wood puppet standing aside spoke at the right time: "So? What do you want?"

Han Biluo: "..."

"Don't be afraid, it's just a little adjustment." Zhou Tang said, stretching out his hand to touch Han Biluo's face, forcing him to look into his eyes.

"Han, Bi, Luo." He called softly, his eyes sparkling, "Listen to me telling you a story. The last one."

"This story is about a man named Han Biluo. He has a very popular pen name called Jingyu."

"This author is very talented. He often writes some incredible and true stories. These are all derived from his usual observation and accumulation. He is a person who loves life, so he will observe very carefully. His readers It is said that he has superpowers, can predict, and can see other people's lives and futures, but he knows that he has no superpowers at all. He is just an ordinary person with a relatively accurate intuition, that's all."

"He doesn't have any strange talents, what he has is just a heart that loves writing. This heart has never changed, and it will support him in the future. He may have been confused and forgot why he came here. But he will remember it after all, and construct all his long-standing dreamland, whether others like it or not, at least he is worthy of himself."

"He's a materialist, insulated from all weird things. Occasionally he may find something strange, but because he doesn't believe in them, they can't hurt him. But this is the general situation after all... If it is true If you encounter any difficult things, remember to go to Weiqiu's agency."

"It's a strange place. He's never been to it, and he's never heard of it. Well... There will be a staff member inside who once used 'Zhou Jianqiang' as a pseudonym to write articles. Han Biluo never told anyone about it. But in fact, he is Zhou Qiangqiang’s brainless fan, the kind I like very, very much. I must remember, I like the kind very much, and I am willing to call him Da Da.”

"As for the others...it should be nothing."

"Oh, by the way, remember to be nice to your readers. It's not easy for you to write, and it's not easy for others to read. Those who are willing to stay with you are angels, understand?"

"Okay, there's really nothing to do this time. Go write with peace of mind, Da Da."

Exhaling a long breath, Zhou Tang took his hand away from Han Biluo's forehead.He looked carefully at Han Biluo's eyes again, and found that there was confusion inside.He patted his chest, turned around and put away the spirit wood doll, shrunk it down and put it in his pocket, ran to turn on Han Biluo's computer, called Lingsan through the Internet, and asked him to clean up the things in the computer clean up.

"Don't leave any traces." He ordered, and after thinking about it, he added, "Give him a forged copy of my novel's after-reading, longer and more emotional."

Zero Three rolled his eyes at him through the computer screen, then plunged into the folder and went to work.

Zhou Tang smiled, turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a whisper behind him.

"Are you still planning to go back? Are you sure you can go back?"

Zhou Tang turned around in surprise, and saw Han Biluo lying on the bed with his eyes closed, muttering to himself.Zhou Tang frowned, took two steps back, and stopped again—he didn't know what was going on now.

"He doesn't need you anymore, don't you understand?" The whispering continued, the voice was so soft that it seemed like a dream.Zhou Tang asked "what", but Han Biluo didn't answer.Zhou Tang recalled Xia Shi's second development again, and suddenly understood.

"It's up to you whether you need it or not." He said to Han Biluo, "As long as he doesn't say no to me, I will always walk with him. Even if the end is his death."

No one cares about him anymore.Han Biluo's breathing became long, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Zhou Tang waited on the spot for a while, and after making sure that the person lying on the bed was quiet, he turned and walked out of the ward.He hesitated at the beginning, but after seeing the blue figure standing against the wall, he gradually accelerated unconsciously.

"Why are you leaning against the wall again?" He said to Xia Shi, "Don't lean against the wall, your clothes will get dirty."

Xia Shi glanced at him and asked back, "Why did you take so long? I've been waiting for you for almost 6 minutes."

"It's a little troublesome..." Zhou Tang said, looking back.Xia Shi didn't know what he was looking at, and he didn't care, he turned around and walked to the other end of the corridor: "Let's go, we still have work to do. Those spirits who were made into a playful mental illness by the storm, have to Let's find a way to fix it first... I hope their temper can be better, don't go to trouble Jingyu after the repair, we have to come out and settle it..."

"Huh?" He looked back at Zhou Tang, with a strange tone, "What's wrong with you? Let's go?"

"Xia Shi." Zhou Tang finally couldn't help asking, "Answer me...do you still need me?"

"I need it, why don't I need it?" Xia Shi took it for granted, "Didn't it be agreed a long time ago, as long as you don't take the initiative to leave, you have to stay with me until you write me to death... What, want to go back on your word gone?"

"...Of course not." Zhou Tang stared at him for a long time, then suddenly laughed, walked up quickly, and came to Xia Shi's side, "This is very good, I think this is very, very good."

After a pause, he said again: "I won't take the initiative to leave you, don't worry."

"Who knows? One or two say that." Xia Shi shrugged, "I won't believe that. Just believe it yourself."

After he finished speaking, he lifted his foot and walked into the depths of the corridor, his steps knocking on the marble floor, making a clear sound.Beside him was the worst class of typists he had ever brought, closely slanted behind him, the sound of their footsteps mixed together, and they slowly moved away.

Like an unfinished song.