[L Yue] Give me a forever lie

I finished reading the beginning of Ryuzaki's novel.I really didn't expect that he would write real people into the story.A realistic writer probably has to do what Flaubert taught, observing the flow of people coming and going outside all day long, and everyone in his writing will have a certain specific appearance.And Ryuzaki just hid in his room and typed every day, which didn't seem like his way of creation at all.

I told him as honestly as I could how I felt.

"Ye Shenjun's words are correct." He still spoke in that lazy tone. "If I pay enough attention to the so-called human nature, I will write serious literary works, and detective novels have always ignored the true face of people."

"... That's why I hate reading reasoning. What they write is too different from the way the police work. They pay too much attention to logic and ignore reality."

"Do you think literature is reality?" he asked rhetorically.I can't think of an answer.

He said he wanted to write me in when he met me.That statement was flattering in a way.

As for the later development of the plot, he just said to me, "You will know when I write it later."

I became friends with Ryuzaki——it seems strange to say that.It seems a bit like my unilateral self-assertion.But he is indeed a man who needs a friend.While he was playing chess with himself, I joined, and he didn't refuse.We played twelve games, six wins and six losses.

I also became his first reader.It’s amazing to see how other people describe themselves in novels. I don’t think of this person named Ye Shenyue as myself—but indeed, there are similarities with me.Ryuzaki said that he would not pay attention to the lives of real people, but he captured myself in a certain sense.My life, my ideal.

Let me also write about Ryugasaki's life as a courtesy.He said he had some roommates before, but he just locked himself in the room.He made a living writing novels and the occasional outlandish screenplay.He is very good at using the Internet, can also use the phone to invest in stocks, and has various books in his room.According to him, many were actually sent in by editors.He sleeps indefinitely, writing manuscripts for six hours a day, and the rest of the time is spent reading, dazed, browsing the web, ordering takeaway, and sleeping.He never mentioned his family to me, nor did he tell me what school he went to.I feel that he should be fluent in at least four foreign languages, but I have never seen him have any foreign friends.

There is no "person" in Ryuzaki's life. As a novelist, this is really strange.

That summer was so hot that we all hid on the balcony one night.From this area, you can see the street lamps in the downtown area, reflecting the sky faintly red, and the pale moon hangs high above the curtain of the day.

We suffered from mosquito bites there.Ryuzaki was still dressed like that, but he didn't seem to be sweating a little.He just complained about too many mosquitoes.So I moved the fan from the living room to the balcony door, blowing where we were sitting.This guy Ryuzaki naturally took the limelight.I protested with my eyes, but he didn't feel it.No way, it's just not my style to complain.The sound of cicadas in Xia Ye made people feel uneasy.

I chatted with Misa on my cell phone.She had a chance to film, but she needed to rehearse with the crew in closed mode, so she quarreled not to leave me.I just feel like a splitting headache, and I'm perfunctory.I answered several calls that night, as well as Qingmei and Shiho, which made me wonder for a while whether I had forgotten some important day.

After putting down the phone, Ryuzaki started staring at me at some point.

"Is Yagami very popular?" he said.

I smiled at him and told him, "Just deal with the girls. Most of them need someone to fall in love with."

"yes."

I asked him if he hadn't touched a girl before?Ryuzaki said, how did you see it.

——Does this kind of thing still need to be seen?

I stared at him at that time, and the first thing I thought in my heart was that maybe I could introduce girls like Qingmei to him, so that they could all feel the unspeakable misery.My thoughts may be a little too wicked.Ryuzaki immediately approached me.

"You don't really like them," he said dryly. "Have you ever actually dated anyone?"

"……No."

Then he stared at me and said seriously: "Then, have you ever done it with them?"

"Why are you asking such a topic all of a sudden?"

"Story from a novel." Ryuzaki still stared at me closely, his provocative eyes seemed to be questioning: yes or no.

"I refuse to answer this kind of privacy." I forcefully pushed him back.Sometimes, the answer to the question may not be important, I just don't want Ryuzaki to appear too arrogant.He already knows so much about me these days that he has even dug up the boring past of me playing tennis in middle school.I'm really curious, do I really want to be the protagonist in his novel?

"Forget it," he said.

"Are you also weaving your ex-roommates into your stories?" I said.If the various characters written by Ryuzaki before had realistic prototypes, it would probably be interesting.

"How is that possible?" Ryuzaki replied. "you are the first."

What does this mean?At this moment, I thought so.I hope to read the follow-up to his novel soon.

ps Ryuzaki also found out that I was writing these boring diaries that day, and then said that these diaries inspired him.I don't know what the content of the inspiration is... In short, everything will have to wait until the next chapter, right?