The house is money, the story is life

"In the past, I was a writer, a fledgling writer. He had many interesting ideas and objectively good writing. He took writing the best story as his goal and believed that he could do it. He was full of ambition and the desire to tap the keyboard. With great enthusiasm, he began to serialize novels on the Internet, and even gave himself a very proud pseudonym called "The Immortals". Unfortunately, there are not many People are willing to recognize this name, even until he has finished writing two books, few people know this name-because basically no one reads his novels. The splash of imagination does not appear at all. He hit the street , like so many other fledgling writers."

In the small room, Zhou Tang's voice came out slowly, like a stream flowing.The tone of his narration is very light, with almost no emotion, and the pauses between sentences are very long.He was watching Jingyu while talking, but Han Biluo was not looking at him, but turned his head to look at the window next to him.The curtains were not drawn, and the night was like quicksilver smeared behind the glass.The face of the beholder is clearly reflected on the window, and there are occasional sounds of cars passing by outside, and the light hits the reflection on the window, so that clear face is instantly blurred.

Zhou Tang crossed his legs, and continued to tell his story without haste: "The writer felt very strange, but also felt very unwilling. He went to see those popular works, and felt that his writing was not worse than them. Even better. He didn't understand what went wrong in his story, so he had to change it over and over again, thinking over and over again, until finally, he thought of his own answer-it wasn't him who went wrong, nor Not his stories. Readers only read what they like, and his stories are written entirely from their own heart, without intending to please anyone, and there is no way to please anyone, so they can only be left out in the cold.”

After a pause, Zhou Tang continued: "Actually, I wrote that too—I believe many people have thought this way."

"I don't want to admit my incompetence. I have to attribute it to bad luck. Most of the weak do this." Han Biluo said.

"Then according to what you said, it is considered weak to be an immortal." Zhou Tang tilted his head and stared at Han Biluo's eyes through the reflection of the window, "Mind if I finish this story? If you don't mind, then I Just continue."

Han Biluo remained silent.

So Zhou Tang really continued.

"The Immortal's Downfall has the answer, and he has also learned a lesson. When he wrote again, he made an attempt-he studied the readers' preferences, preferred themes and settings, and wrote another book on the basis of these. .After finishing this book, he still went back to write what he wanted to write-he originally planned to do so, but he didn't expect that the response of this book would be better than he thought. Someone noticed him and he also accumulated Some fans. Under the urging of readers, he wrote another book, but it was not the one he originally wanted to write. After finally gaining readers, the foundation is still not stable. If he is frigid and confused What should I do if my story is scared away? He told himself that now is not the time to be self-willed, so he obediently wrote another book following the taste of the public. Stopped. He didn’t dare to stop, because he was afraid that readers would run away. So many books, all of which are things that everyone is happy to read. I don’t want to be hated by others, I don’t want to disappoint others, I don’t want to lose, based on this childish and practical He pushed the stories hidden in his heart to the corners. When he finally wanted to pick up those stories and write them again, he found that he could no longer remember what they were like. That's it."

"It was around this time that his powers awakened. He discovered that he had the ability to read and even rewrite other people's stories. He had an inexhaustible library of material, but it didn't make him feel any better. ——I don’t know when, his creativity began to dry up. He couldn’t remember what kind of story he wanted to write in the first place, and he couldn’t write pleasing works as easily as before. He felt very confused and also It was painful. He canceled his previous pseudonym, registered a new one, and wanted to start over, but found that even if he went back to the original point, he could not write anything. In desperation, he changed the story he read from others. put it out there, only to find that such a shoddy thing was welcomed — even more so than before."

"He thought it was hilarious and ironic. He suddenly realized that writing could be a completely heartless job. Yet he lost his heart for such a heartless job. "

"His mood became very bad. He began to use his talent to play tricks on readers and everyone he knew, and even had the vice of writing stories in the soul of the spirit. In his opinion, this is a very pure The way of writing, the best feedback after the story is completed - what can be more fulfilling than modifying a person's life and making him believe it is true? At least not in his cognition. But it's a pity But, even with such a 'pure' writing method, there is no way to recall his original thoughts. This made him fall into deeper pain."

"Because of this pain, he managed to get himself into a psychiatric sanatorium, and with a group of spirits he had made mad, he began self-imposed exile. And not long after, from other people's ghost stories, he 'read' When he came to a book—a book that exists only to collect stories and only wants to die. Looking at the book through other people’s stories, he suddenly felt that he was very suitable for such a book—he would Turn it into a diary dedicated to one person, there is no barrier between each other, only honesty. He thinks this may help him remember something..."

"I'm sorry to interrupt—" Han Biluo said suddenly, with a very long ending.He was finally willing to turn his head and looked at Zhou Tang again, "I'm really sorry, I know it's really rude to stop other people's stories like this, but I really can't listen to it anymore-you can put your slightly disgusting Do you want to lower your tone? Including those bad imaginations and conjectures?"

Zhou Tang hooked the corners of his lips, but did not express.Han Biluo rolled his big eyes, and said again: "And I said it before. I want the Book of Immortality, just because of curiosity, that's all."

"Really?" Zhou Tang twitched his eyebrows, "But I don't think so."

Han Biluo: "..."

"You want a diary, a diary that only listens to your words." Zhou Tang said, his speech speed gradually accelerated, "That's why you don't like Xia Shi's temper. You think he is not obedient enough, not necessarily Listen patiently to what you say—”

"I just want to keep Ben for fun..."

"You want a diary." Zhou Tang interrupted him word by word, emphasizing his point of view again, "You want to communicate frankly and unreservedly, you want to be listened to, and you want to find your own heart. "

Han Biluo stared at him for a moment, then rolled his eyes again: "Well, even if it is, so what?"

Zhou Tang shook his head, not knowing what he wanted to express.He spoke again, but his voice slowed down a lot: "If so, Xia Shi asked me to convey a few words to you."

Han Biluo turned his head and stared at him thoughtfully.

Zhou Tang's complexion did not change, and he continued steadily: "He asked me to tell you that if you really take it to heart, you will not lose it. You are only temporarily covered by other things, so you can't see, but as long as you are still Quiet, you can always find it.”

He raised his eyes to look at Han Biluo, and said again: "He also asked me to tell you, no matter how dare to say such stupid things as writing without heart and brain, he will still come and beat you up..."

Han Biluo made a "cut".

Zhou Tang: "You stupid and cowardly thing."

Han Biluo: "..."

Zhou Tang immediately added an explanation: "Xia Shi said it."

Han Biluo "cut" harder.

Zhou Tang smiled calmly, and Han Biluo glanced over again: "So, what are you going to do? Buy me with a piece of chicken soup?"

"This is a bonus." Zhou Tang said, "It would be great if I could exchange this for your security, but I don't think it would be so lucky."

Han Biluo let out a long "Oh", touched his chin, and suddenly raised the corners of his lips: "Well, since you spent so much space in telling me the story just now, I will tell you too. One as a gift in return."

"In this story, there are mainly four key words."

"A villain, a book. The typing boy of that book, and something that boy picked up—"

Leaning back slightly, he looked at Zhou Tang's sudden change of expression with satisfaction.

"Are you ready? If you are ready, the story will begin."