Another morning.
Xiao Li has long been accustomed to going home at this time, and has seen the scenery of the city from 3:00 to 5:00 in the morning countless times. Now he doesn't need to turn on the lights when going upstairs, and he can know which steps are ahead with his eyes closed.
The only difference this time was that Shen Mizhi did not go directly, but followed him upstairs.
Shen Mizhi said that in addition to wanting to see how to raise cats, he also wanted to know the specifics of their journey to Xiao Wu's house just now. Shen Mizhi is usually the most silent person. Once he speaks, it is difficult for Xiao Li to refuse him.
When Xiao Li opened the door, the little black cat was no longer on Xiao Li's bed. It lowered its chassis and lay on the armrest of the sofa. At first glance, it looked like a black gas tank, hidden in the darkness.
Before the movement at the door approached, the little black cat had moved its ears, opened its big cat's mouth and yawned, and woke up from its sleep state.
"Sit whatever you want." Xiao Li said, he turned on the light, he wanted to grab the little black cat by the neck and lift it up like the little milk cat, but the cat's body was too heavy, and the cat's feet just left the sofa, The little black cat barked uncomfortably, and Xiao Li had no choice but to support its two feet that had nowhere to rest, and took the cat into his arms.
The temperature in the room was higher than the outside, perhaps because it was hot, Shen Mizhi took off his jacket at the entrance, revealing the shirt inside, the shirt perfectly showed the smooth muscles of the youth, not too exaggerated, but very impressive. Power, with a sense of aggression.
Shen Mizhi's eyes fell on Xiao Li's face, and then he looked at the little black cat in his arms: "This cat is like this usually?"
Xiao Li didn't quite understand his question: "So?"
Shen Mizhi described expressionlessly: "Sleeping in bed, still hugging?"
When he was a cat, he was happy to have such treatment, but now that the little black cat occupies such a position, he instinctively feels jealous.
He was in the dilemma of love that he couldn't ask for. He kept looking at Xiao Li. When he couldn't see it, he wanted to get closer, but when he saw it, he wanted to get closer to him. He seized every opportunity to stay with him, and just followed Like a severe patient with skin thirst.
He has done almost everything to please the other party, but it still has no effect.
He couldn't hold Xiao Li in his arms openly, he couldn't kiss him and watch him wake up, so naturally he would be jealous of all creatures that could be hugged by the other party.
The little black cat was stared at by the young man's eyes, and it almost exploded the hair on its whole body. It simply kicked its legs and left Xiao Li's legs.
Xiao Li was caught off guard and was kicked with his back foot, and turned to Shen Mizhi: "No, cats are very independent creatures, they don't like to follow people when they have nothing to do, remember to eat them at home. Just fine, they'll take care of themselves."
"Feed some snacks every day when you are free. It doesn't matter if you are not free, the kitten will play by itself."
"That's about it, any questions?"
Shen Mizhi looked at Xiao Li blatantly by listening to the knowledge of cats. After the boy finished speaking, he paused before continuing to ask, "Why did you spend so long upstairs just now?"
"Well, we strayed into a place where Wang Huai said 'domain'," Xiao Li didn't hide the matter, he explained the matter to Shen Mizhi, while he took out the little yellow book and opened it to the front. The page of , is also where the paper with the author's manuscript was written before, and now the manuscript has been put into the small yellow book.
There is one more line on the small yellow book: [The author's manuscript, special props, the soul of Sin Tian resides here, it has been separated from the fragments, and only itself is left.]
Fragments
Xiao Li took out the light blue object from his pocket. It was very thin, like a small diamond, and would be overlooked if he was not careful, but the pattern on it revealed a kind of uncarved beauty, under the light. , like the stars moving.
Seeing the fragment, Shen Mizhi narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression changed a little, but immediately returned to his usual indifference.
Xiao Li had never seen this thing before. He asked Xiao Huangben, "What is this, a prop?" and got a strange answer: [.]
Facing the strange symbol that appeared for the first time, Xiao Li fell into deep thought.
Shen Mizhi moved Xiao Huangben away with his fingertips, and the young man asked in a low voice, "What are you thinking about?"
Xiao Li: "What does a single full stop mean?"
Shen Mizhi: "Maybe it knows something, but it can't say it now, but it doesn't want to tell you directly like this."
Xiao Li: "."
He raised the fragment towards Shen Mizhi: "Have you seen this?"
Shen Mizhi: "No, but I think you should keep it."
Xiao Li lowered his eyes, he tried again, the fragment could not be put into the small yellow book, he took out an empty chewing gum box from under the coffee table, put the fragment in it, and stuffed it back into his pocket.
The fragments have not been answered for the time being, and the next step is the so-called manuscript.
Xiao Li released the manuscript from the small yellow book. It was an ordinary page of office paper. Even because it was overwritten, the corner of the page was rolled up. He pressed it several times with his hands, but he was unable to press it flat.
According to Xiao Huangben's introduction, Sintian's soul resides here.
Xiao Li turned the pen to think for a while, and didn't think about what to write in the first greeting. He wanted to ask Shen Mizhi's opinion, but as soon as he looked up, he saw the young man looking at him with his chin resting on his knuckles.
The love in his eyes was about to overflow.
To outsiders, Shen Mizhi's eyes could only see the immortal iceberg, but now that the iceberg is melting, and spring returns to the earth, Xiao Li has never seen indifference towards others in his eyes.
The young man was taking this opportunity to look at Xiao Li, but now he didn't panic when he suddenly raised his head to look at him. Looking into his eyes, he found his own reflection in the beautiful pure black background.
"What's wrong?" Shen Mizhi asked.
Xiao Li: "How to deal with the soul of a writer who has just been captured?"
Shen Mizhi said unprincipally: "You can say anything, right?"
Anyway, everyone is in his own hands, right? Xiao Li lowered his head and wrote a line on the manuscript: [Hello.]
The line of writing was sucked in quickly, but there was no response.
Xiao Li changed his greeting: [Sin Heaven?]
no respond.
[The novel you wrote is not good.]
no respond.
Xiao Huangben, who was put aside, took this opportunity to turn back to the original page. Under the explanation of the special props, there was one more line: [The source of the manuscript has been successfully accommodated and can be viewed.]
Xiao Li pulled Xiao Huangben and clicked to view it. In an instant, he saw a picture after another—
This story put it bluntly, that is, a cliché, the tragic life of a despondent novelist.
It was a lonely-looking man. He should be young, with no stubble, as if he had just graduated from college. He held a small rental advertisement that had just been peeled off the wall, and knocked on the door of an old-fashioned house.
Xiao Li recognized this door as the "Xiao Wu's house" they went to today.
Soon, a well-dressed old lady opened the wooden door from inside, and asked anxiously across the iron door, "Who is it?"
The man quickly waved the small advertisement in his hand: "Hello, I came here after seeing the rental advertisement posted on the telephone pole. I... I want to rent the house here."
The old lady threw a series of questions at once: "What's your name, student or working party, local or non-local, married or unmarried?"
The man stammered and answered all the questions in one breath, without any omission: "I'm Huo Zilan, I just graduated, I'm a foreigner, I'm not married, I don't have a job, I'm writing novels to make money."
The old lady frowned: "That's why I don't have a serious job? Then how can I rent it to you? I'm going abroad to join my children soon, and I may not come back. What should I do if you owe the rent?"
"No, I... I have a fund, and I have saved 10,000 yuan. I think you are here to pay one for one, and I will not default on the rent." The man, Huo Zilan, pleaded, and he begged in a low voice After a long time, the landlord's grandma finally let go and gave him the key. After renting out the house, she took care of her luggage and went to her daughter.
After renting the house, Huo Zilan has not changed the structure of the house. He opened his laptop and started coding day and night.
His pseudonym was Sintian, and he was more willing to call himself Sintian than his real name.
Sintian wrote traditional martial arts essays earlier, not to bully young people into poverty, but the subject matter of martial arts is quite cold, he always eats low security, and later rewrites the emotional entanglement of the domineering president falling in love with me, but he still can't support himself.
His living expenses are decreasing day by day. His parents far away have been urging him to find a serious job. They have even helped him find a home. It is a factory. But if you go in like this, you will definitely not be able to continue writing. Sintian doesn't want to give up like this. Under his hard work, he decides to write for a year and try it out.
But his attempts were in vain. The full attendance every month was only enough for him to eat instant noodles every day, and his inspiration gradually disappeared. Even if he stayed up late every day to write until three or four o'clock, he still did not improve at all.
Sintian has a habit. He likes to write inspiration and specific outlines on the manuscript paper that he carries with him, rather than the more popular computer now, so his efficiency is doomed to be slow and he has to make more efforts.
Under the pressure of life, Sintian began to smoke. He saved his meal money to buy cigarettes, and while writing manuscripts, he smoked and was busy submitting articles.
He seldom goes out, except for instant noodles and take-out orders. After a month, except for replenishing meals at the convenience store at the gate of the community, he hardly stays at home.
Sinten didn't exercise, stayed up late, and smoked. Several bad habits were almost all taken up. In just half a year, he had changed from a thin man who had just graduated to a frail, fat man.
A few times when he stayed up late to write, he felt his heart was uncomfortable, and he wanted to go to the hospital to see it, but after he was fine the next day, Sintian was too lazy to go out, and in the end he never went.
Until one day, Sintian carried a plastic bag from a convenience store, which was full of instant noodles and cigarettes. On the way back, he heard someone in the community shouting excitedly: "Look, Meteor!"
He raised his head in a trance, remembering that tonight was the time when there was a meteor shower on TV.
It has been a long time since Sintian watched the night. He felt a little irritable for no reason. He scratched his face. Just as he was about to leave, he found a piece of debris in his hand.
What the hell is this
He threw the pieces into a plastic bag and walked quickly home.
In the following weeks, Sintian still did not go out, but the frequency of his heart discomfort became more and more frequent. He also decided to go to the hospital for a check next week, but fate did not give him this chance.
One day, he was very emotional, because he was very Calvin that day, almost failed to get full attendance, and almost burst his blood vessels in a hurry.
Just when Sintian was desperately typing on the keyboard, his heart suddenly felt a huge throbbing pain, his fingers stopped, and the whole person fell down like this and never got up again.
Sintian's body was not discovered by the police until after it stinks, and the parents were notified.
The landlady didn't come back, and the dead house couldn't be rented out again, so it sat idle for a long time until it was covered in dust.
And Sintian became conscious again, and after an unknown amount of time, he suddenly woke up in a spiritual state.
At first, its power was very weak, and it could only exist in this dead room, pacing back and forth, falling into a deep sleep from time to time, not only that, but sometimes it also wanted to kill very much, full of destructive desire, and wanted to destroy everything , but fortunately it is cowardly by nature, and has never done such a thing.
But after waking up once, the shard appeared in Sintian's palm, and it merged with it. Sintian found that his sanity was much clearer than before, and his strength had also grown substantially. Now it not only can Write novels according to your own mind, and you can even construct a world of your own and make your novels a reality!
Given that he is a ghost, Sintian finally decided to give up martial arts and Ba Zong, and write a horror novel, incorporating his own experiences and obsessions.
It took a lot of thought to conceive and shape a world until it attracted Xiao Li.
…
After reading the source of Sintian's manuscript, Xiao Li pondered for a moment, and then wrote again: [I think your novel is very beautiful, and I want to ask you for a manuscript.]
This time, Sin Tian stuck his head out, the prototype of Kou Tian in his own writing, the writer ghost replied in a conditioned reflex in an instant: [Impossible, is it true?]
Xiao Li: "..."
Really useful.