I don't know how far I went, I got on the ring highway and got off the highway and walked for more than half an hour, and the two-hour drive finally ended and stopped in front of an old residential building.

Ling Luo raised his eyes and said that it was a residential building, almost an abandoned building. followed Zheng Daqian into a building, the cement corridor was full of all kinds of garbage, and peeling walls could be seen everywhere, if no one guided him, this kind of place would not be a place for people to live at all.

Along the way, I listened to the sound of scolding, shouting, and drinking and guessing from the room.

This kind of environment is chaotic and chaotic.

Walking straight to the sixth floor of the top floor, Zheng Daqian wiped a handful of sweat, and climbed to the sixth floor in one breath It was very difficult for this fat man who was not fit, and his face was full of sweat.

"Brother Lo, that's where the writer lives. ”

Ling Luo still didn't wake up from the shock, and asked, "Does this belong to Yanjing?"

He couldn't have imagined that Yanjing still had such a place.

Zheng Daqian smiled and said: "Brother Luo, this is the sixth ring, similar to the people in the village in our hometown, but there is no household living here, and I have already got a huge amount of demolition money to move into a new home, that is, some migrant workers from other places come to this kind of place, the price is cheap and relatively comfortable."

Ling Luo understands very well that there are inevitably slums in the metropolis, but these hidden poverty are generally not known to outsiders, and many foreign tourists think that Yanjing is a modern city, isn't it that there is still a dark existence in the shadows.

"Knock on the door!"

Ling Luo said softly, the more he came to this environment, the more he could understand the author's difficulty, and how much perseverance it took to calm down and concentrate on writing in such a chaotic environment.

For this writer named Wang Rui, Ling Luo expressed his admiration from the bottom of his heart.

Zheng Daqian knocked on the door and asked who it was, and after Zheng Daqian said his name, the door opened.

The room is similar to the corridor, and it is also full of garbage, basically the fast food that the writer has eaten, and there are a lot of instant noodle bags.

Ling Luo could tell at a glance that this buddy was not having an easy time.

It seems that he didn't expect Zheng Daqian to come suddenly, the room didn't have time to be cleaned, and the clothes on his body were even more shocking.

When Zheng Daqian asked Wang Rui to meet, although he was dressed relatively sloppily, at least he looked presentable, with a pleated suit and black leather shoes that he didn't know where to get them.

The current image is indeed very different, with messy hair and a rough face, wearing a white camisole, big blue pants and a pair of cheap slippers, this is Wang Rui's image at the moment, to put it mildly, it is not as good as the dress of Yanjing West Station to ask for food.

Zheng Daqian frowned and said, "Didn't I give you money?

Wang Rui didn't expect Mr. Zheng to come, and he didn't have time to pretend that he could only show the most natural appearance.

He took out a box of red plums from his pocket, took out two and handed them to Zheng Daqian and Ling Luo, Zheng Daqian did not take the cigarette, not because he looked down on the writer, but because he was used to smoking cigars.

Ling Luo doesn't care, he has smoked Hongmei since he was in school, and he smokes Yuxi when he is rich, but he has a special feeling for Hongmei, so he took a cigarette and lit Meimei and took a puff, as if he was back in that campus Although he was poor but very happy.

From the outside, Wang Rui was also in his thirties, and when he heard Zheng Daqian's question, he replied cautiously: "Mr. Zheng, I am used to this environment, and I may not have inspiration if I leave here." ”

Ling Luo looked at this room, the old-style community was transparent from north to south, with a one-bedroom and one-hall layout, and the lighting was good.

"How much is the rent here?" Ling Luo asked.

Wang Rui stretched out five fingers, Ling Luo habitually guessed five thousand, and when he saw him shaking his head, he immediately understood that it was five hundred, which was indeed too cheap for Yanjing's housing prices.

Wang Rui smiled helplessly and said: "It's really not easy to find such a spacious and cheap house in Yanjing now. ”

Between the conversations, Wang Rui always maintained a gentlemanly demeanor, neither ostentatious nor lost, calm and natural to talk eloquently.

Ling Luo sighed and said, "Can you write in this environment?"

Although Ling Luo has never been a writer, he has written a lot of things, and since the day he arrived at Yuantian, he has been considering various sales plans all the time.

When he writes, he likes a quiet environment, slowly smoking a cigarette to find inspiration, if he creates in this environment, Ling Luo thinks he doesn't have that ability.

Wang Rui scratched his head and said: "It's good to get used to it, I have no other pursuit of this identity, I can live and write something, no matter whether the book is popular or not, as long as someone reads it, I will be satisfied!"

People are forced to a certain extent, maybe they will do something big, Ling Luo understands this, and is once again impressed by this Wang Rui.

Zheng Daqian interjected, chatted for so long and didn't seem to make an introduction, pointed at Ling Luo and said, "This is my brother, although he is not biological, it is better to be biological."

Then pointed to Wang Rui, Zheng Daqian said seriously: "Brother Luo, this is the writer Wang Rui I told you."

Wang Rui stretched out his hand slightly restrained and said, "A writer can't be called a writer!"

The two shook hands, and Ling Luo obviously felt that Wang Rui's palms were relatively thick, as if he had done physical work.

Zheng Daqian continued: "Wang Rui, Brother Luo heard me about you and wanted to see you, so he took the liberty to bother. ”

Wang Rui finally turned out two cups after a long time, poured freshly boiled hot water, and said: "Mr. Zheng said that he laughed, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would really have to eat now." ”

Zheng Daqian smiled, his eyes swept to Ling Luo, and when he saw that he didn't move, he said: "The main purpose of coming this time is to settle the final payment, knowing that it is not easy for you, so this money cannot be delayed any longer." ”

Wang Rui was very calm, his eyes seemed to have insight into the wisdom of the world, and when he heard this, he said: "Don't worry, the money you gave me last time has been kept in the bank."

Ling Luo smiled, thinking that this person was really real, his eyes gestured to Zheng Daqian, Zheng Daqian quickly took out a card and said: "This is a deposit of 50,000 yuan, you take it well, if the first season is really successful, I have to bother you to make persistent efforts." ”

When he learned that his copyright was fancied, Wang Rui was excited for a while, and he finally waited for this day after working hard for so long.

Seeing that Wang Rui was a little prevaricated, Ling Luo said: "If you want to accept it, you will accept it, this is what you deserve, and you will be rewarded for your labor." ”

Wang Rui really wanted to say that sometimes even if you pay, you don't necessarily get something, that book has 800,000 words written but there is no income at all, seeing Ling Luo so enthusiastic, he nodded and put away his bank card. Looking at Mr. Zheng's demeanor when talking to this Luo Ge, I guessed that he was definitely not ordinary, at least his status was higher than that of Mr. Zheng.

There was a peculiar smell in the room, Ling Luo was a little unaccustomed to this environment, and said, "Let's change places, even if it helps with writing, it's always bad for the body after a long time, and how can I eat this kind of thing all day?"

Wang Rui scratched his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness!

Ling Luo sighed, seeing that he was just prevaricating, it seemed that he still insisted on staying here.