The house is money, the story is life

"You're also a writer, so you should know that feeling, right? It's like a character. It's just a two-dimensional character. It's just a name and a character design. You know that he may or may not be convenient in the end, but it doesn't matter. Then It's just a thin character. But as you shape him, plump him, and make him healthy, you will find yourself caring more and more about him, and less and less able to accept the fact that he wants lunch. But you know What's worse? It's you trying to change and redeem, but he doesn't bother to talk to you. You can only watch him go to that ending without looking back."

When Yao Qianhong said this, he stopped, got up and poured himself a glass of water.Zhou Tang stared at his back and asked, "Is this why you abandoned the pit?"

"Abandoned pit, eunuch, quit halfway, whatever you want to say." Yao Qianhong said without turning his head, "I can't give it to the end of summer time, and I don't want to give it. I really tried to persuade him, but he didn't want to give it to me. Listen, I can't help it. I'd rather abandon the pit than a bad ending... Hey, don't look at me like that, you'll understand when you write more."

"I don't write much. I have written six books in total, which add up to about 300 million words." Zhou Tang pursed his lips, "Although these books are hardly read by anyone, and I am not as successful as you, but I am It’s also coded. From my personal point of view, you may not understand the story as much as you think, and you don’t understand the summer time as well.”

"Huh?" Yao Qianhong raised his eyebrows, "How do you say?"

Zhou Tang lowered his eyes, organized his words, and said cautiously: "I have always felt that inspiration and creativity are like gifts. When you pick up the pen, it is not you who are creating a story, but the choice of the story. It’s up to you. Your responsibility is to tell it, tell it well, and finish it. And the characters in those stories, at least in his world, belong to him, his life is his own, and he can control himself But you are just the narrator, the one who interprets his destiny, that’s all. The art of story lies in understanding characters, not judging them*, any regrets about the established ending, any pity from God’s perspective, are just arrogance That's all. But writing stories shouldn't be arrogant. Rather than pointing and turning like a high-ranking person, I would rather show gratitude, humility and respect to those who choose my stories, from the beginning to the end. The same is true for summer time. "

Yao Qianhong half turned around, the clear water in the cup was shaking, and looked at Zhou Tang with interest.Zhou Tang rubbed his fingers and continued: "Maybe you can give birth to a part of him, but that's just 'influence', not shaping, and it doesn't mean that he belongs to you. You can keep your own ideas, go or Liu, these are your choices, but you should not choose for Xia Shi. Xia Shi’s fate and ending are all his own. He chose us to fill the pages of the book for him. Our responsibility lies only in So, it’s just a typist, so don’t be too self-righteous.”

"Fill in the hole obediently, don't talk too much, this is what you want to say, right?" Yao Qianhong nodded and took a sip of water.

"Okay... I understand why no one wants to read your novel. You are a real person, you can't express it, it's too long-winded and pointless."

He walked back to the sofa and sat down, looking up at Zhou Tang's eyes: "Also, it's too naive, passive naive."

"Novelists are all naive." Zhou Tang smiled softly, "Naive and sentimental novelists."

"I know this." Yao Qianhong put down the water glass and shook his fingers, "The one who wrote "Black Book"...the one from Turkey, what is it called?"

"Pamuk." A childish voice suddenly came from the stairs, "Orhan Pamuk."

The two turned their heads and saw Xia Shi standing there, unable to see his expression clearly against the light.He walked towards the two of them slowly, with a tired expression on his face: "Why do you look at me like that? I don't only read "The Queen Reborn". I also read "The Naive and Sentimental Novelist" I’ve seen it, although I can’t say I like it.”

Zhou Tang got up and poured a glass of water for him, and asked, "When did you come down? There was no sound at all."

"When you published that long-winded and pointless nonsense." Xia Shi said, "respect the story...you are so ashamed to say that when you mess up CP and emotional lines in my 'food', you have Have you reminded yourself how to write the word 'respect'?"

"..." Zhou Tang glanced at Yao Qianhong and coughed in embarrassment, "I think it's an artistic process within a reasonable range."

"Whether you agree or not, if you continue to do this, I'll fire you." Xia Shi glanced at him, sat on the edge of the sofa, turned to look at Yao Qianhong: "As for you..."

"The past three years, thank you for taking care of me." He paused, "Three years, whether it is short or not, or long or not, anyway, it will be gone after the past, right."

Yao Qianhong smiled, and raised his water glass to him like a toast.Xia Shi also lifted the water glass, took a sip, and said, "Also, I'm actually quite willing to watch it."

Zhou Tang: "Huh?"

Xia Shi looked at him, didn't speak any more, sat on the sofa with his arms folded, his expression looked a little sluggish.Zhou Tang looked at him, mouthed Yao Qianhong's "wake up spirit", then went to the desk and poured him another glass of water.Xia Shi took the water glass and drank it down, exhaled lightly, and said to the two of them, "Okay, now let's get back to business. I remember Zhou Tang said that you are also a reborn person, so you come this time... Is it because of this?"

He leaned back on the back of the chair, raised his chin slightly, and stared at Yao Qianhong who was sitting opposite him: "So, please explain to me what is going on with this 'rebirth'."

Meanwhile, Elephant Watch Shop.

Yawning, Bai Xisheng came out from the inner room, opened the door, and then found a good shady place, sat by the door and quietly watched the people coming and going outside.The flow of people in Laotou Street is very large, so many people pour in and out every day, like a torrent of water.And he was sitting in the shop, watching the big river flow day after day, but no drop of water was willing to splash on him.

This shop is really deserted, so deserted that it seems to be a world away from Laotou Street.There are only a few regular customers who come here to repair their watches occasionally, and there are also children and outsiders who stop to look at the wholesale copper pocket watches hanging outside the store.Other than that, there really wasn't anyone coming—if there was, he couldn't handle it very well.He grew up hiding behind his elder brother. Until now, he is not very good at dealing with people. He will be nervous when talking to strangers, and he is not sure what to say and what not to say. I regret it for a long time.

Want to see people, but afraid of people.The originally inflexible language has become more and more dull in such contradictions.Sometimes, he would even think unreasonably, if there were only two types of people in the world, one like his brother and the other like Mr. Xing, then his life would be much more comfortable—— However, if you think about it carefully, it would be too scary if this is true, so forget it.

Business or something doesn't matter.His elder brother had already taken care of everything for him before he was alive. As long as the expenses were not exaggerated, he could be a carefree rice bug.He doesn't care if he makes money or not, he just wants to guard the store, even if he just sits at the door and looks at it every day.

In this way, the feeling of being isolated from the world will somewhat disappear.

But even if he just sat like this, he couldn't sit for long.Each time, someone would come and say something like "beware of the dust" and push him back.It used to be the elder brother, but now it is Mr. Xing. He didn't feel much at first, but after listening to them talk so much, he really often felt a sense of discomfort from the dust.

Bai Xisheng sat there, squinting his eyes, watching the people coming and going outside the shop, the leaves shining brightly, and the dust dancing in the clear sunlight.

Even if it's dust, it's pretty nice to look at like this...

He thought about it endlessly, and his eyelids gradually became heavy, sticking together and separating again and again.In a daze, he saw a gray figure approaching. The long mandarin jacket on his body was a bit funny, and the shadow cast on the ground was so shallow that it was almost invisible.

"Mr. Xing..." Bai Xisheng whispered hello, then yawned again, sleepiness welled up, turned into tears and squeezed out of his eyes.The visitor wiped his face and sighed in a low voice: "How many times have I told you not to sit here, there are ashes."

"No." Bai Xisheng argued in a low voice, closing his eyes.Mr. Xing sighed again, supported his wheelchair, and pushed him into the store.

"Like you... how can I rest assured."

His back disappeared through the door.Outside the door, his gaze flickered, and two figures swam out from a hidden corner, blended into the crowd, and then disappeared.