howling breath

This is considered a tie between the hatchback.

You found me in the night city when I was drunk, and I helped you when you were at a loss.

Even if it's your brother who leads the eagle and the horse, and I'm a beggar wandering in the streets, we finally don't owe each other anything.

At this point, Lin Lang also dared to face his own feelings completely—Tang Yushu, a living person with a strong sense of existence, may have gradually replaced the function of heavy rain in his spiritual world during the period when the heavy rain disappeared.

The rain has been gone for too long.

Since stepping into this school, Lin Lang seems to have never dreamed of him again.This role was extremely important in my spiritual world. It was so important that if I didn't dream for a few days in the past, I would be so flustered that I couldn't handle life.

But now that the heavy rain has really disappeared for so long, Lin Lang finds that his spiritual world doesn't seem to be collapsing——Lin Lang smiles bitterly: Maybe it's because he has really "grown up" now?According to the psychiatrist: The role of heavy rain is because Lin Lang's ego needs a "strong support", so he created such a role on his own at the moment of his greatest fear.

But now that the heavy rain has disappeared, it is probably because his ego personality no longer needs him...?

Sometimes Lin Lang can't help but imagine: if Heavy Rain is transformed into a person in real life, who would he be like?

The first thing Lin Lang thought of was Tang Yushu—but he felt that they didn't look alike.

Da Yu and Tang Yushu should be equally sincere and frank, but the performance of the two characters is completely different—Tang Yushu is too enthusiastic, but Da Yu may be a bit gloomy.

Heavy Rain is about the dull version of Tang Yushu.He will silently find the courtyard to hold an umbrella for you on a snowy night, and will quietly hug you in a cold night; when he doesn’t take the initiative to talk to him, he will usually keep silent, and he doesn’t like to speak much—but it’s not Indifferent and quiet, Yu's face should have the same smile as Tang Yushu's, but it's not as bright and cheerful as Tang Yushu's. It may be relatively restrained, but it's always smiling.

And Tang Yushu's character is outgoing, like a soul that has just broken through the universe, always looking at the thousands of creatures in the world with joy and curiosity.

The heavy rain is much more subtle.Maybe it was because I had struggled in the mud before I met myself, so today's smile is just rejoicing that the rest of my life will be smooth and safe, without wind and waves.

Lin Lang recalled that when he was an undergraduate, there was a nagging classmate in the class who always said that Lin Lang had someone else's soul hanging on him, called... "You Jing", this soul guarded Lin Lang and refused to leave. He also blocked all the peach blossoms for Lin Lang.

These words are ridiculous.Lin Lang is not a person who believes in ghosts and gods.

But Lin Lang kept this joke in his heart—that person was right: Although Lin Lang had never had an affair with anyone, Lin Lang knew that it was not too late.Because there was heavy rain in my dream, and I indulged in the waiting of heavy rain, so I never paid attention to anyone in the real world.Also because the role of Yu is too suitable for his emotional desires, everyone in real life can't catch Lin Lang's eyes, and none of them can compare with Yu.

Even if the heavy rain is just a dream.

Now that the heavy rain is gone, Lin Lang has slowly accepted it.

Thinking about it absurdly, it was only the fate between this ghost and himself that ended, and he returned to his own world.

If you think about it rationally, you should really grow up.

When Tang Yushu was in the dormitory, there was basically only noise.

Lin Lang sent Tang Yushu to the playground to play for a while.It's not to bother him, it's because I have something to do and need a quiet space.

At noon, an editor from a publishing house that she worked with sent a message, she said: "Lin Lang, our editor-in-chief has taken a fancy to the novel you submitted at the end of August! Now I want to talk to you about copyright purchase." matters. Remember to reply me when you are free!"

Lin Lang replied immediately.

After a simple phone call, the publisher said that the company liked this manuscript very much, and that they wanted to send someone to Chengdu for an interview with Lin Lang.Lin Lang thought in his heart: With such a serious matter, he should be really willing to cooperate.

Although Lin Lang was not well-known, and the copyright of the manuscript was confiscated, he would not get much money, but it was not a small business.Only then did Lin Lang feel that he had some room to breathe—if this cooperation could be facilitated, not only would he be able to realize his dream of publishing a book, but it would also relieve a large part of the financial pressure.

So Lin Lang dug out the long novel from the corner of the computer and planned to refine it.

When starting work, Lin Lang glanced outside the dormitory building.The sun hangs in the western sky, and the golden light shines on the basketball court; Tang Yushu can be easily identified from the crowd without looking too hard—he wears a red hairband and poses in a In Lin Lang's eyes, the "stupid" defensive action was focused on competing with a group of students for an inflatable skin bag with a large head.

Lin Lang couldn't help laughing.

Lin Lang's road to writing was bumpy.

It's either that I don't have talent, or I haven't put it into action, or I have never had a chance.

From the beginning of his career, Lin Lang's jobs were either writing "Compositions for Full Scores in the College Entrance Examination", or writing small columns for emergency magazines that were temporarily short of manuscripts.It's all small jobs that don't make a difference.

I really can't see a way out when I want to be a writer myself.

The boss who worked with him before arranged three more manuscripts for Lin Lang, which were still "College Entrance Exam Composition". After talking on the phone, the boss sighed: "I guess this is the last time I write a book."

Lin Lang was a little flustered, but he still asked calmly, "What's wrong?"

"Now teaching supplementary books are not easy to sell... Everyone has gone to new media, who is willing to read books? These days, everyone who does business has to engage in new media, and QR codes are printed on small cards for chickens In the future, the company will probably transform into an official account—don’t worry, I’ll ask you to write a manuscript if I have any, and I’ll pay you back.”

Lin Lang felt miserable for the boss: "Then how do you make money?"

"Accept the advertisement... Do you know? It's a popular official account, and the price of an advertisement placement can cover the author's half of the book's manuscript fee--I say you should be smarter and keep up with the limelight Go this route and stop writing magazines.”

"Oh." Lin Lang summed up roughly: "Then can you still write novels when you engage in new media?"

"Short and fast—do you understand? If you really want to make money, write jokes, chase after hot spots and talk about it, and accept advertisements when you become popular. You are still young, don’t understand, and you will understand later—in this business, doing anything is better than doing it. Books are good money."

Lin Lang only half understood.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Lang suddenly remembered that during the summer vacation, an editor from a publishing company asked himself: "Do you want to publish a book?"

Of course Lin Lang wanted to.

"I will make you a book for 10 yuan, will you do it?"

Lin Lang stared at the number for a long time, a "1", a "0" and a "10", and he confirmed it for a long time; finally he tentatively asked the editor: "Can the royalties of new authors reach [-]? The treatment is really good."

"What do you want?" The editor corrected Lin Lang's sweet dream: "It means you pay 10 at your own expense, and we will help you make a book."

Thinking back, Lin Lang felt nervous: he hadn't published a book yet and became a writer, and the publishing industry was half dead.

Lin Lang's heart was also half cold.

The publishing company that intends to acquire Lin Lang's novels is called "Wen Wen".

Wen Wen Publishing Company has a big brand and a lot of money, and Lin Lang made the most money from his family. At that time, the editor Wen Wen also gave the job, and signed a non-disclosure agreement, saying that it was a "famous beauty writer" signed by Wen Wen's family. assistant".

Lin Lang didn't understand the meaning of this job: "A writer's assistant? What do you do?"

The editor's words were tactful: "Our writer may not be able to express well enough... Maybe you need to help proofread the manuscript, and do some polishing work when appropriate."

After so many years of fumbling, Lin Lang also understood what she meant, and seeing that the price was right, he agreed without talking nonsense.

After signing the contract and taking the original manuscript of "Mr. Writer", Lin Lang drastically rewrote it.

This "writer" is not actually a writer, but seems to be a beautiful woman who went to a certain forum back then.

Because of her good looks, she also likes to post some plausible phrases on social media; over time, she has shaped herself into an Internet celebrity with a literary and artistic temperament.Now I want to transform from an Internet celebrity to a writer, but I really can't write anything about why.

In fact, the manuscript she needs is basically the advanced version of "College Entrance Exam Full Score Composition" - the whole book revolves around "love", which is basically an idea of ​​each theme. At the beginning, a small story is used to draw out an argument, and then a girl A and Mr. B are supplemented. Case, three to five thousand words is written like this.No need to move your mind.

Helping her write the whole book, Lin Lang earned [-] yuan.

Wen Wen gave the money and gave him a lot of money--these jobs that are not very worthy of the table will not be treated badly in terms of basic money.

This book earned [-] yuan just for the shooter. I don’t know how much this internet celebrity girl can earn...

Lin Lang thought it was a bit ridiculous—whether it was "College Entrance Exam Full Score Composition" or "Assembly Line Love Chicken Soup Essay"; what he wrote in his head was the most paid for by the market.

Lin Lang didn't dislike this internet celebrity, and even had a chance to meet him in private; she was beautiful, even better than the photos.

Lin Lang clicked on her Weibo and saw that she had nearly a million followers, like a celebrity.The content of the usual blog is usually a nine-square grid selfie, with some lyrical words that do not match the pictures and texts.

And his Weibo fans are only in the early [-]s.

If I were a publisher, I would definitely choose that topical "Internet celebrity" to publish a book.

When it was almost six o'clock, Lin Lang returned to the dormitory after taking a shower, wiped his hair and looked out the window.

The basketball game where Tang Yushu was playing seemed to be about to be disbanded. Everyone packed up the things in the auditorium in twos and threes, and some people were still unsatisfied, patting the ball and playing lazily.But the man hit the ball in the direction of Tang Yushu. Tang Yushu was squatting on the ground to tie his shoelaces. The ball just brushed Tang Yushu's body and passed.Tang Yushu turned around and greeted that person a few words, then took off the red headband on his head, stroked his hair, and walked towards the exit of the stadium—even though he couldn't understand the way they played around, But Lin Lang felt that people like Tang Yushu were really powerful.

He seems to have a natural and friendly magnetic field, and he can become friends with the people around him in a moment.

Lin Lang retracted his gaze, looked back at the small "single dormitory", and felt that he had to admit that Tang Yushu's words were right: "We are not from the same world."

Can't help but smile.Lin Lang continued to brush his hair.

Three minutes later, Tang Yushu, who came back victorious, pushed open the door of the dormitory, and started chatting involuntarily, "Didn't you see how handsome I am with three points!"

Lin Lang dealt with him and asked him if he wanted to eat in the cafeteria.

Tang Yushu said that his body was very sticky, and he wanted to take a bath first, "Let's go together?"

In addition to the curriculum and professional settings of this century-old school, the University of Film and Television is relatively up-to-date, and the infrastructure construction is not worth mentioning.It is obviously a school in the south, but the bathroom is a public bathhouse.Lin Lang deliberately timed the time to go alone...Because he knew his feelings for Tang Yushu, Lin Lang just wanted to avoid some embarrassing situations.

"I've washed it. Then go by yourself, we'll eat when you come back."

Only then did Tang Yushu notice Lin Lang's head.He stretched out his hand and rubbed Lin Lang's hair: "Why didn't you blow dry your hair?"

"I... don't have a hair dryer."

Tang Yushu patted himself on the upper bunk - it was a messy place full of Tang Yushu's daily necessities: "You use mine! You will catch a cold with your hair so wet!"

"Please... Daxia's." Lin Lang found Tang Yushu annoying.

Tang Yushu didn't know it, and was still pestering: "What will you do in winter?"

"Let's talk about it in winter."

The voltage in the dormitory building is limited due to fire-fighting factors. The hair dryers of the students are regarded as "overload electrical appliances" and can only be taken to the storage room in the bathroom for use.Tang Yushu was still reluctant: "Then you go with me—you blow your hair outside, and I go in to take a bath."

Lin Lang felt that his patience had reached a critical point: "I'm almost dry!"

"Okay... I'll forgive you this time, and I won't make an exception." Tang Yushu was not annoyed, but still pretended to be angry and made a few jokes with Lin Lang, then took his small basket containing toiletries and set off cheerfully .

When he came back again, he was holding his forehead with a low air pressure.

Where the wrist was not blocking, Lin Lang saw a deep red.

The author says:

I'm a little scared, so I'd like to tell everyone not to be seated in reality.

This is just fiction.Refill!