The writer pushed his black-rimmed glasses upward, but pressed his hat very low, and the hands that had been clenched slowly loosened, looking less nervous than when he first entered the door. He was even willing to grab the glass on the table and take a sip of water.

He touched his dry lips and sighed, "It's not that I don't want to, but I can't." ”

Ning Meng motioned for Mingxi to leave with Xiao Hei Xiaobai, and asked, "What can't you be?"

The writer did not answer immediately, but wrote down the names of the characters in his book on a piece of paper. Then he rewrote each name on it with a stroke of his hand. It was like a loving old father caressing his child. He looked at them with affection, and he cherished them.

Ning Meng has not done any creation, but she has read the writer's books and remembered the previous painter's dedication to art, and she seems to understand a little bit of the writer's feelings for the characters in her pen.

After a while, the writer said, "I can't make them better, I can't give them a more fitting ending." It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't. ”

Ning Meng noticed that there were drops of smudged marks on the paper full of names, which was the sadness and desolation that the writer did not want people to see.

She understands the meaning of the writer, this is what he means that he is afraid that he will run out of talent. Ning Meng didn't say this word after all, and this word is probably the biggest blow to a writer who has made achievements.

Escaping the possible blow, she asked, "You just mentioned that the characters in these books have come to you?"

The writer nodded, wiped his snot with his hand again, and said, "Yes, I can see them every night and every night, as soon as I close my eyes, I can see them asking me why I don't continue, why don't I give them an ending." ”

Ning Meng understood the origin of those dark circles under the eyes when the writer first came in. She even felt a little pity for him, he was just a writer, and the readers' urgings were not counted, as well as the resentment of the characters in his pen. She really wanted to put herself in the shoes of a reader and tell him, "Hurry up and write an article, hurry up and update it." But when she saw that the person in front of her was described as withered, and she couldn't bear to be tortured by her own words.

Ning Meng easily brought herself back to a relatively neutral perspective, and said with a so-called professional attitude: "Then tell me about your wish, the wish that the characters in your book will no longer come to you." What are you going to do with them? Disappear from this world?"

As if the word "disappear" had magic, the writer shook his head and waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, I never wanted them to disappear, I just wanted them not to come to me for a while." Maybe one day, maybe one day I'll give them an ending. ”

"Maybe one day? What day?"

"I ...... I do not know. ”

The writer's answer was weak, and all he could know was that it was far away. Maybe one day he can really give those characters an ending, but maybe that day will never come.

Ning Meng lowered his face and said, "Those are just some paper people." If you hadn't dreamed about it day and night, they wouldn't have appeared in your dreams at all, and there wouldn't have been any so-called resentment. If you want, I can make these paper people look like they've never been here. ”

The writer angrily said, "I said I didn't want them to disappear!"

The writer's performance was unexpected by Ning Meng, but this performance made Ning Meng happy, and she decided to add another fire.

Ning Meng also took a sip of water and said, "It's not that it disappeared." It's just that they don't exist in this world for the time being. If someone can remember, they will remember, and if no one can remember, then they can't. However, the advantage of this is that you don't have to worry about these characters anymore. ”

The roar just now seemed to use up all the strength of the writer, and he became weak like a little lamb again, and said in a mosquito and fly voice: "You mean that no one will remember them?" Without waiting for Ning Meng to answer, the writer added: "Yes, one day people will forget about them." ”

That's the sorrow that belongs to writers. How many works are created each year, how many of these works can be seen by readers, how many of these works are recognized by readers, and how many of these recognized works can still be remembered in a few years?

There are only a few hundred, dozens, or even a few left.

Ning Meng changed his words and said, "At least you won't forget them." Just like everyone in the world, no matter how ordinary they are, they will not be forgotten by his parents. So you really don't want those characters in your work to come to you?"

The writer hesitated, he hesitated all the time. His coming to the House of Worries was not an accidental choice, but an inevitable choice. If he really didn't care about those characters, he had already made a decision before he came to the Worry Relief House, and he wouldn't have come to the Worry Relief House for help.

The writer said, "Can I cancel the wish I just made?"

Ning Meng said: "As long as the remuneration is not negotiated, even if the agreement has not been signed, of course it can be canceled." ”

Xiao Bai, who had been eavesdropping in the back, whispered: "Does the Worry Relief House have this setting?" ”

Xiao Hei said: "Boss Meng is the owner of the worry house, oh, she can do whatever she says." Really? Meow. ”

Mingxi didn't say anything, and continued to observe every move in front of him.

The writer said, "Then please help me cancel the wish I just made." I'll take my leave. ”

That night, at the same time, the novel that Ning Meng chased was updated again. Ning Meng was very relieved and said: "It seems that those so-called grievances will not look for him, a great achievement, write it down." ”

Mingxi gently patted Ning Meng's wrist with a folding fan and said, "A great achievement, you don't know what you did wrong." ”

Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai sensed the subtlety of the atmosphere and quickly retreated.

Ning Meng looked confused and asked, "What's wrong with me?" Oops, my stomach hurts. Ning Meng said and made a bitter look and covered her stomach, as if she wanted to win sympathy.

The serious expression on Mingxi's face did not lessen, but aggravated: "The role of the Worry Relief House is to help people realize their wishes, what you did just now not only did not help people realize their wishes, but also persuaded the client to cancel their wishes, do you say you are wrong?"

Ning Meng also sat down when she saw that the trick was ineffective, and said with an unconvinced face: "What's wrong with canceling your wish, if you are worried that your task will not be completed, it is a big deal that I will work harder." I'll go out on the street and hand out flyers to see if I can get business. ”

Mingxi said: "Isn't it because you love to read that novel that you want the characters in the novel to have an ending? ”

Ning Meng said: "It's not entirely for me, since a writer has started writing novels, he should keep writing, this is called having a beginning and an end." Man is responsible for his choices, and he must end when he chooses the beginning. Besides, I'm not the only reader, but thousands of readers, all of whom are asking for updates. ”

Mingxi said: "He can choose to have an ending, and he can also choose to give up halfway." Whatever comes with it is something he should accept, and you don't have the right to guide him to make any choices. It's like you don't have the right to tell him what's right and what's wrong. He's an adult, and he should have his own choices. ”

The more Ning Meng listened, the more angry she became, and said, "You say I'm selfish. Don't you just hope that your wish will come true as soon as possible, and then you will return to the Heavenly Palace as soon as possible? You have long seen that I am not pleasing to the eye, have you, and you have long hoped to leave quickly, have you?"

Mingxi's brows furrowed more and more, as if a fly could be caught between the two eyebrows, and said, "Unreasonable!"

Ning Meng chased after him and shouted, "Whoever is unreasonable, it is you who is unreasonable!"

Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai listened to the movement inside getting louder and louder, but they didn't dare to come over to take a look. The two of them leaned together and shivered, as if their world was about to collapse.

Xiao Hei said: "Don't you think what the two people in it are doing now is very similar to the scene in an idol drama?"

Xiaobai said with a black face: "I don't know what idol dramas are." I just hope they don't fight, the things are very expensive now, and if they are broken, they will have to buy new ones, and there is not much money in the account......"

Xiao Hei listened to Xiao Bai chanting the scriptures and nagged about the account book, only feeling drowsy, and said in his heart, why don't you watch the little two fight?

When there was a lot of noise inside, and the enthusiasm for watching the play outside was high, the door of the Worry Relief House was slammed open, just like the day Red Flame came.

Ning Meng and Mingxi instantly felt a different aura, as if facing a great enemy, they temporarily put aside the quarrel between them.

I saw a figure swaying from the gate, the man was unkempt and looked panicked. There are often such guests in the Worry Relief House, and everyone is not surprised, but this is particularly decadent.

The man staggered straight to Ning Meng, Mingxi had the heart to step forward to stop him, but the man seemed to have made up his mind and couldn't care about the thousands of people who stopped him, and suddenly fell under Ning Meng, kneeling on his knees and hugging Ning Meng's thighs and crying and shouting: "Sister Meng, help me!"

Only then did everyone take a closer look, it turned out that this person was Wang Shuaishuai.

Since Wang Shuaishuai has gained some fame, whether it is on TV, on programs, or to solve worries. All Ning Meng saw was the glamorous Wang Shuaishuai, and it was the first time that she was so unkempt.

Ning Meng pulled Wang Shuaishuai and said, "You came from the set? didn't remove your makeup? Why did you get it like this? Hurry up, hurry up." ”

No matter how Ning Meng pulled him, Wang Shuaishuai just didn't get up, but cried more and more fiercely: "I'm done, I'm done, I'm completely finished." Sister Meng, please save me. ”

Wang Shuai burst into tears, a handful of snot and tears.

Ning Meng felt that he was extremely disgusting, so he took a tissue on the table and threw it to Wang Shuaishuai and said, "If you don't explain it, I can't help you, hurry up and wipe your nose clean." ”