Panic at midnight, please close your eyes when it's dark! I'm a ghostly madman, and I'll start our story of today's story, The Lost Manuscript, right away!

Some people may think that writing is easy, isn't it just a combination of words!

If you really think like that, you are very wrong, there are many people who can write, and there are many people who can write articles and stories, why people can be famous for writing things, and they are popular, but what you write, you think it is very good but no one cares, and it is not without reason.

Zhang Xiaokai is a writer of online horror novels, not very lively, but also famous, but writing online novels is not his main occupation, just a part-time job of his, he was originally an ordinary security guard in a community, he eats and lives in the community on weekdays, only when he is resting on holidays, he will occasionally go home once or twice when he has time.

In his spare time, he likes to write something, at that time, the Internet was not as popular as it is now, although online novels have been very popular, but readers basically just read some e-books on their mobile phones, these authors, there are not so many now, most of them still use traditional paper and pen to create on manuscript paper.

Zhang Xiaokai only had the opportunity to contact the computer to upload his original works when he went to the Internet café, and he also wrote on the manuscript paper on weekdays, and he wrote a thick stack after a long time.

This is the result of Xiao Kai's hard work, even if it is some waste manuscripts that are not very satisfactory to write, Xiao Kai will carefully keep them.

Every time he went home, Xiao Kai would take these manuscripts back and show them to his old father.

Xiao Kai's father likes to read very much, and he once thought about writing so many books, but the conditions are really not allowed, and now that he is older, he no longer has such extravagant expectations.

Therefore, the old father likes the things written by Xiao Kai very much, and every time he reads these manuscripts, he will also give Xiao Kai a lot of good opinions and suggestions, so that Xiao Kai can find more inspiration and writing skills, and Xiao Kai is also very willing to discuss things about the work with the old father.

Early in the morning, Xiao Kai packed a bag of written manuscripts and tied them firmly to the back frame of the motorcycle, speeding all the way to his hometown.

The hometown is not very far from the place where Xiao Kai works, he can get home by bicycle for an hour, and he has to wait at least a week or two to go home every time, Xiao Kai has long been thinking about the body of the two elders in the family, and the delicious farm meal made by his mother.

In order to get home early, Xiao Kai left the community where he worked very early, and was on the way to catch up with the elementary school students carrying small schoolbags to school.

At that time, there were no school buses, and those with better conditions would ride their children off, and most of the children went to school on foot.

Children are more playful, running and jumping on the road, even if the car comes, they don't know how to dodge and let go, which is very dangerous.

Unfortunately, there was a heavy snowfall just two days ago, and the snow had not completely melted, so a thin layer of ice was formed on the road due to the weather, which was very slippery, and if you didn't pay attention, you would fall.

Xiao Kai's driving skills are relatively good, all the way is driving smoothly, but when passing through an alley, suddenly two elementary school students who are chasing and playing suddenly came out of it, seeing that the car was about to hit the student running in front, Xiao Kai hurriedly stepped on the brakes, and forced the handlebar to the side to turn a little.

The car narrowly avoided the schoolboy who had been scared silly, but he fell heavily on the road, and slid out four or five meters away on the smooth road.

His hands have been rubbed, his knees are also aching faintly, Xiao Kai didn't care about these, and quickly picked up his beloved motorcycle, in his opinion, people are injured and raised for a few days, the car is going to be repaired if it is broken, and it is very expensive to repair the car, but fortunately, the car is not a big deal, but some places are a little deformed, and it will be okay to smash a few hammers.

The car was lifted up, but the manuscripts tied to the frame were scattered all over the place, in addition to the car, these manuscripts are Xiao Kai's most precious things, unfortunately at this time there was a gust of wind, one by one the manuscripts were blown everywhere, Xiao Kai hurriedly grabbed everywhere, and all the manuscripts that could be found were recovered, but some were still lost.

Xiao Kai returned home a little lost, his parents saw that Xiao Kai was covered in mud, still injured, and the car was deformed, so they guessed what happened, and after confirming that Xiao Kai was fine, the old father comforted Xiao Kai not to be sad, the old ones don't go, the new ones don't come, and the lost manuscripts are considered to have never been written.

In order not to let his parents be careful, Xiao Kai pretended to be indifferent, but every manuscript was his hard work, and he felt very sad to lose it like this.

As the saying goes, there are dreams day and night, when I go to bed at night, Xiao Kai dreams of those lost manuscripts, and miraculously returns to himself, Xiao Kai laughs happily in the dream, but when he wakes up from the dream, all the good things disappear again, the sun is already shining outside the window, and a new day has begun.

Since I have to go to work tomorrow, Xiao Kai will return to the community on the same day, help my parents do some farm work in the morning, and after lunch and rest for a while, Xiao Kai will ride back to the community.

On the way, Xiao Kai was stopped by a primary school student, Xiao Kai stopped the car curiously, only to see that the primary school student handed a few small stacks of manuscripts to Xiao Kai's hand: "Uncle I'm sorry, we made you fall that day and lost these things, and now we help you find them all, please forgive me!"

Xiao Kai smiled and said that it didn't matter, and did not forget to remind the primary school student that he must pay attention to safety when walking in the future, and the primary school student said with a wry smile: "Don't worry, uncle, I will do it in the next life."

"Next life?" Xiao Kai thought he had misheard, and wanted to ask again, but found that the elementary school student had disappeared, and he was still lying on the bed at home, it turned out that it was all just a dream.

At this time, Xiao Kai heard his old father beckoning him to go out, Xiao Kai came out to take a look, and found that there was a primary school student standing in the courtyard, still holding a stack of manuscripts in his hand, but it was not the primary school student he almost bumped into.

But from the mouth of the elementary school student, I learned a news that shocked Xiao Kai, the elementary school student who was almost hit by him, was in a car accident when he was looking for the lost manuscript for him, and is still lying unconscious in the hospital, but his mouth kept saying: "Manuscript...... Manuscript...... Give it back to my uncle......!".