Heavenly practice

"……What did you say?"

Zhou Le felt that there might be something wrong with his ears, "What did you just say? What do you mean by not writing anymore? It means not writing for a while, or..."

"Never write again."

Shen Zhuo leaned back against the wall with a calm expression, "I don't want to write anymore."

"Then... what about Immortal Journey?"

"I said it, get sucked."

Zhou Le looked at him incredulously, and reached out to touch his forehead, "You... are you okay?"

Lu Lin seemed to want to say something, but Shen Zhuo took the conversation away.

"I'm just tired and don't want to write anymore."

"But... isn't this a bit too sudden?"

Zhou Le looked at him with a tangled expression, "Should we at least finish this book of Immortal Journey first?"

"No, I can't write anymore."

"No, why can't I continue writing? Where's your outline? Is the outline lost? In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't have an outline. You have to believe in yourself. The plot is all your own thinking. You can write whatever you want in the future. Now, I will never interfere with you, as for the readers...they are just blind, don't worry..."

"Sorry Zhou Le."

Shen Zhuo interrupted his rambling, with a serious expression, "But I really can't write."

Zhou Le's face froze, and after a long while, he asked, "Give me a reason, why? At least let me understand it so that I can have an excuse to go back to the editor-in-chief."

Shen Zhuo lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I think...it's too real."

"What?" Zhou Le raised his voice.

Shen Zhuo didn't know what he was going to say, anyway, he didn't want to touch anything about that book, he was afraid that he would be like a reader, too curious about the ending, too concerned about a certain character, and it would be harder to forget certain things thing.

"Anyway, I won't write anymore, and I will pay the liquidated damages."

"you……"

Zhou Le took a deep breath, "Then what are you going to do next?"

"Go out and relax, and then get a job."

"You just came back from relaxing and almost disappeared, and you are going to relax again?!"

"Then rest and talk about love."

"..."

Zhou Le glanced at Lu Lin faintly, Lu Lin opened her mouth to speak, but closed her mouth after thinking about it.

"Forget it, how is your health?"

"Nothing, just a little tired."

Zhou Le saw that his face was indeed okay, so he didn't ask any more questions, but still reluctantly gave him a one-month holiday to let him think about it.

"So many people are waiting for your end, don't you think about them?" Zhou Le wailed.

Shen Zhuo's eyes moved slightly, "That's why I don't write."

"what?"

"There is no ending."

Zhou Le was helpless, he and Shen Zhuo were not only editors and writers, but also college classmates and friends for many years. He couldn't really hurt his friend's feelings because of this matter, so he stopped asking about this matter and asked about him instead. Where did he go, Shen Zhuo had no choice but to tell the story he made up again.

Zhou Le went to the toilet halfway, Lu Lin finally couldn't help asking him, "Are you because of me..."

"No." Shen Zhuo answered decisively.

"Come on, I know it."

Lu Lin was quite disappointed, "I thought I was really so charming."

Shen Zhuo smiled helplessly, and when he was about to comfort her, his mother suddenly opened the door and came in, and when his mother saw Lu Lin, she laughed.

"Yo, Lu Lin is here? I've just stewed chicken soup, try it later!"

"Thank you auntie!"

Mother Shen couldn't open her smiling eyes, she suddenly remembered something, she turned her head and waved, "Come on, come in, Shen Zhuo, I just met your friend when I got home, I heard that you were hospitalized Come to see you."

Hearing this, Shen Zhuo looked over curiously, and saw a young man wearing ripped jeans, a black and white casual jacket, and a peaked cap on his head.

"You are……"

"Great!"

The other party raised his hand and moved the brim of his hat behind his head, revealing a very young face, a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, full of vigor, threw himself at his bedside and looked at him with shining eyes.

"...Xiao Qian?" Shen Zhuo was very surprised.

"Hey, it's me, Da Da, I'll come and see you."

Leading the machine looked down at him, frowning, "Are you okay? Is it long..."

Shen Zhuo subconsciously covered his mouth, and after he finished, he realized how stupid this action was, and immediately explained with a smile, "Stop mentioning things like climbing a mountain and falling down, or I'm really going to break up with you." .”

Qianji immediately understood what he meant, grinned and said, "Don't mention it, don't mention it."

Lu Lin was a little surprised that she had never seen such a friend as Zhuoji, so she asked casually, and Qianji immediately said that she was a fan of Shen Zhuo, and that she and her family met online.

Although Lu Lin was surprised that the relationship between the two didn't look like netizens at all, she didn't ask any more questions.

Shen's mother didn't think it was strange at all. She hadn't lived with her son for a long time, and she was not familiar with his friends. She just thought that the child Yanji was lively, well-behaved, and very lovable. He was completely different from his son, and he liked it very much. It's terrible, I have to keep him for a few more days.

Shen Zhuo also agreed, "It happened to be discharged from the hospital in the afternoon, and I will take you to my house for a few days, and I will show you around."

Qianji naturally readily agrees.

A few people were chatting, Zhou Le came back, first said hello to Shen's mother, then looked at the strange lead machine, confused for a while, "This is this?"

"Hello, my name is Ren Xiaoqian, and I'm a big loyal fan!" Qianji introduced himself very obediently.

Zhou Le didn't think too much when he heard it, and wanted to persuade Shen Zhuo even more, and even fans rushed to the door to urge him to change.

But Shen's mother was still here and he swallowed the words. He only said to see him in a few days, Shen Zhuo agreed, and knew in his heart that Zhou Le would not give up so easily.

When going back, Lu Lin said that she had something to do and refused Shen's mother's persuasion, and Qianji happily pulled herself to complain about being locked up by his mother at home when she came back.

"I am the first disciple of the majestic Heavenly Destiny Pavilion Master, and my buttocks are swollen from being beaten, how unreasonable!"

Qian Jiyu was angry, but there was a smile on his face. Shen Zhuo thought it was funny.

"But after beating her, she hugged me and cried for more than an hour." Zhuanji's tone became sour.

Shen Zhuo patted him on the back, "It's okay, I'm back."

Qianji nodded his head heavily, and suddenly remembered something, "Big Daddy, that...don't you write Xiantu?"

"Well, I won't write in the future. I plan to change jobs. The man you saw just now is my editor."

"Oh……"

Shen Zhuo raised his eyebrows, "You also want to persuade me?"

"That's not true. I can actually understand it. You see, as long as you think that the people you write are alive, you can't start. Writing novels, especially fantasy, isn't it a big piece of death? A protagonist who suffers a lot of setbacks like Ryujo..."

"..."

Shen Zhuo was sitting in the back seat of the taxi, listening to him babbling about those people, he just felt as if he had passed away. In an instant, those people seemed to belong to another world, from a real person to a person on the screen. Chinese characters, too unreal.

"Big? Big?"

Pulling the machine to push him, Shen Zhuo turned his head abruptly.

"arrive."

Mother Shen smiled reproachfully, "This child..."

Shen Zhuo smiled, a little absent-minded.