"Wow!"

Ra's screams were barely audible.

Qiyuan pet store in the previous decoration took into account the problem of sound insulation, the wall is thick and the door panel is also thick, even if Xiaola barks in the storeroom, it will not have any impact on other pets.

Zhang Zi'an put the rice cakes sent by Xie Tao into the refrigerator, wondering how to make them more delicious, whether to boil, fry or fry? The problem is that he can't do any of them!

Coming out of the kitchen, he casually glanced into the living room, expecting to see π sitting in front of the computer typing, but the chair was empty.

It's really strange, π don't need him to remind yourself to get up and move your body?

Zhang Zi'an is very happy, π finally learned to cherish his body. He turned to go downstairs when he suddenly heard a faint tapping on the keyboard from the other side of his desk.

What's going on?

He stopped in confusion, π how could there be typing sound when he wasn't sitting in front of the computer? Is it haunted? I haven't heard of any ghost who likes to type......

"π, are you over there?"

He asked, peeking in through the door.

"Squeak?"

π sat upright in his chair, settling in a standard typing position, and turned his head to him in confusion.

Zhang Zi'an's brows furrowed slightly, he felt that something seemed wrong...... Did you just read it wrong?

When he woke up in the morning, he didn't open the curtains to take care of the sleeping elves, and the light in the living room was a little dim, but even then he shouldn't be mistaken, right?

He walked into the living room and pulled back the curtains to let the bright light flood the room.

π's gaze kept moving with him, and the doubts in his eyes remained unabated.

"π, you've been sitting here typing just now?" Zhang Zi'an asked with a calm smile as much as possible.

"Squeak!" π nodded.

"Haven't left your chair?" he asked again.

"Squeak. π shook his head.

That's weird, is it really wrong?

Zhang Zixin's pimple knotted deeper, and he pondered and recalled the glimpse just now, and he could see everything else in the room clearly, but he didn't see π.

"Squeak?" π asked him what was wrong, blinking his eyes.

"It's nothing, I was dazzled. He said casually, in order to avoid further questioning π, he changed the subject, "π, how is yours?

π was silent and did not answer, his eyes fell on the keyboard, his expression was gloomy, and his fingers subconsciously circled the desktop.

The way it looks has already given the answer, Zhang Zi'an sighed silently.

He held the mouse to move, clicked on "Work Management", and saw that π had written more than 40 chapters and nearly 90,000 words, but there were only 50 collections.

50 collections.

He clicked back to the homepage of the starting point Chinese website, clicked on the homepage at random, and saw that the number of collections was more than 20,000, 30,000, and even 10,000, and the same number of words often signed hundreds of collections. There are obviously a lot of readers at the starting point, but why no one reads this one? Is it because it's too niche?

Click!

π's fingers moved on the keyboard, and it was already very skilled at typing, but now it was like a weight attached to the fingers, and it was extremely difficult to move.

Half-ringing, it said slowly: I may not be fit to write.

Seeing this line of words, Zhang Zi'an's heart was unspeakably uncomfortable, no one knows better than him how hard π worked, but its efforts have never been rewarded, which reminded him of when he first took over the pet store, sitting alone in the store every day, watching the light and shadow of the sun staggered at the door of the store, watching the pedestrians outside the door come and go, watching the former colleagues in the circle of friends in high spirits, and couldn't help but question his choice - is it a mistake to inherit the pet store? Am I not suitable for this business? Why waste time sitting here alone?

Now, π is facing the same dilemma.

"Would you like to talk to the editor?" he said, trying to figure it out.

π opened QQ, clicked on the bald monk's avatar, and asked him to see the chat history with the editor-in-charge.

The chat was made yesterday, which means that π depressed mood has lasted for at least a day. Zhang Zi'an secretly blamed himself, why didn't he find out earlier?

π asked: Mine is not read, do you want to write it down?

The editor-in-charge's reply was simple: steady updates.

Zhang Zi'an chewed on these short four words repeatedly, he walked around the online text exchange area of the Wanghaige Forum for a few days, and knew that there were a few inspirational cases that were unknown at first, but had been written down, and suddenly became popular after being recommended by the website, although these examples are extremely rare, they are often talked about.

So, he comforted: "π, I don't think you should give up so early, even if you give up, at least wait until you are recommended by the website once - isn't it written in the contract, after signing the contract, you will get at least one chance to be recommended, and then look at the results to decide whether there will be follow-up recommendations in the future." ”

π was silent for a moment, and then typed again: I'm tired and don't want to write anymore.

After typing these three words, it pushed away the keyboard, took off its nose-clamping glasses, and stared blankly out of the window.

The maturity of the π often causes Zhang Zi'an to ignore the fact that he is still a young monkey, and the other monkeys of this age are playing carefree, except for him to sit alone in front of the computer.

It is not the body that tires it, but the mind.

Zhang Zi'an's heart was blocked, as if something was not up or down, which made him upset.

Then stop writing, delete the ORD file, turn off the computer, I called Xinghai and Pegasus, and we had a happy game of hide and seek together—this sentence came to his throat several times, but he swallowed it several times.

It's easy to give up, but it's hardest to stick to it.

Reading was too hard, and I gave up.

Losing weight was too tired and I gave up.

The work was too heavy and I gave up.

Office politics is too dark, and I give up.

It's too aggrieved to do business, and I have to pretend to be a grandson everywhere, so I give up.

Life is too bumpy, I give up......

Giving up again and again because of setbacks will end up with nothing left.

He took a few deep breaths, poured out the annoyance in his chest a little, and reached for the keyboard to type: Only a few people in the world can finally achieve their ideals. Our life is very simple and simple. We are not ambitious, and if we have pride, it is because of pride in thinking about the fruits of our labor through our hands.

"π, do you know where that phrase comes from?" he asked.

π glanced at the screen, put on his glasses again, opened the nameless book, looked it up, and typed: "The Moon and Sixpence."

"That's right. Zhang Zi'an forced a smile, "π, have you seen this?"

π shook his head.

This is about an ordinary office worker who originally had a beautiful wife and healthy children, and lived a happy life in the eyes of others. Such a person, but one day he abandoned his wife and children for the sake of art, and went to a desert island to paint...... If this is a film that the people like to see, the ending should be that he became famous, made a lot of money, married Bai Fumei, and reached the pinnacle of life...... But unfortunately not, at the end, the protagonist's name of 'genius' spreads to the outside world, and he himself dies extremely tragically. ”

Zhang Zi'an told the synopsis of "The Moon and Sixpence", a book he had read a long time ago, and he only had a vague impression in his mind, but he had firmly remembered that famous saying, and often encouraged himself to use it.

Whether he was in school or at work, he was just an ordinary person, inconspicuous and inconspicuous. He is also envious and even jealous of those academic and successful people, but he knows that he can't become them, because there are few geniuses, and only a few people in the world can finally achieve their ideals, while others are destined to do their best and still live an ordinary life. He is just an ordinary person, without God-given talents, there is no need to be ashamed of the ordinary, and accept the ordinary.

When he read this book, he didn't understand the protagonist's choice, why he would rather give up a happy family to pursue art and painting, but since he met Lu Yiyun and π, he gradually understood a little. Lu Yiyun has to draw even if he has cut off ties with his family, and π even if he has no time to play, he has to write, because they like it, that's all. Spending one's life on something they love is incomprehensible to others, but that's exactly their happiness.

The world is so big that it should be big enough to accommodate a variety of different values.

Ordinary people like him can accept the ordinary, but they should also understand that Lu Yiyun, π and the protagonist of "The Moon and Sixpence" do not accept ordinary people, who struggle to jump out of the tower because they look forward to the moon, either rushing into the sky or falling into the mud.

If I had to use the shortest sentence to describe the protagonist of "The Moon and Sixpence", it would be - I have an end to my life, but there is no end to painting.

π listened attentively and seemed to be drawn to the story and resonated with the fate of the protagonist of the story.

Zhang Zi'an said slowly: "Hard work should be rewarded, but in reality, hard work may not be rewarded accordingly. Still, does the hero regret it? I think that sentence just now is the protagonist's consciousness. I don't want to lie to you, tell you that you're going to succeed — no, it's not like that, you're likely to fail, because most of them will fail, only a very few will become molecules, and only a very small number of authors will eventually be able to reach their ideals — but π, think about it, what are you writing this book for? Are you writing it to be famous? What is your original intention of writing?"

π half-opened his mouth, staring blankly in thought, and then typed: I like this story and want everyone to see it.

Zhang Zi'an nodded with satisfaction, "That's right, π, you've done it!"

"Squeak?" π blinked in bewilderment, pointing to 50 on the screen, which probably meant that only 50 people were watching.

"No, you shouldn't think that, you should think — 50 people have already known the story through you. 50 people, can't you be called 'everyone'?" Zhang Zi'an said with a smile, "I never thought that my experience could be known and liked by 50 people, which is already a great success." Keep going, and yours will be liked by more people. ”

π stared at the "50" on the screen, as if there was some kind of magic in these two Arabic numerals.

Zhang Zi'an took out his mobile phone, opened the starting point app, searched for the π, and added it to the bookshelf.

The number of collectors in the background became 51.

"π, you're your reader too. He said seriously, "I want to see the ending of this one, because the protagonist is not exactly like me, at least not as handsome as me, so I want to know his fate." π, looking me in the eye, I want to tell you - I love this one. ”

π's gaze moved from the screen to Zhang Zi'an's face, and he saw sincerity and trust in his eyes.

"Quack! Actually, Uncle Ben also likes this one, but π you write too slowly, each chapter is short and weak, Uncle Ben has waited so long and hasn't waited for Uncle Ben to appear! If it weren't for Uncle Ben's inability to type, Uncle Ben would definitely teach you what thick and long is!"

Richard, who had been doing nothing on the first floor, suddenly flapped his wings and flew into the living room, quacking.

"Meow~ Xinghai likes you too!" Xinghai followed, followed by other elves.

"I heard that you don't want to write? You don't want to write it just after Bengu appeared? What do you mean? Are you dissatisfied with Hongu? If you want to challenge Hongu, just let the horse come!" said Fina, holding her head high.

π was so frightened by Fina's momentum that she shrank her neck.

So Richard heard the news and told everyone? This big-mouthed grey parrot is a lot of trouble, but this time it's a good thing.

"Hehe, π, Zi'an is right - don't forget your original intention, you have to always. In addition, the old man also wants to know how the old man will appear, and in recent days, the old man has been worried about this problem, and he can't even watch TV. Lao Cha said with a smile.

"Meow meow, if the ending is not the happy ending of the old lady and your majesty, be careful that the old lady castrates the man next to you!"

Zhang Zi'an wants to complain, why don't you want to castrate me when the ending π wrote is not satisfactory to you?

"π, you must write my real name!" Pemmas told him repeatedly, "I don't want to take someone else's name anymore." ”

π eyes flickered, alternating glances at everyone.

Zhang Zi'an straightened the keyboard in front of it again, "π, do you know what that "The Moon and Sixpence" is? Because some people joke with the author that people often forget the sixpence under their feet when they look up at the moon - we, the 57 readers, are the sixpence under your feet, although it is small, although it is cheap, but we still exist. When you look at the moon and sigh because the moon is too far away, don't dislike us for being few, don't dislike us for being small, don't dislike us for being insignificant, because you at least still have us. Even for the sake of our 57 readers, can we hold on a little longer?"

Under the gaze of everyone, π hesitated for a moment and nodded.