Dark, quiet, deserted.

Yang Zijian woke up in the early morning and found himself lying on his side on a hospital bed, with a soft pillow on his back and waist, and the wound on his right shoulder was numb and itchy, wrapped in thick gauze, exuding the smell of medicine.

At the head of the bed lay a young girl, and on the other side, there was a simple little bed, where the mother was sleeping and snoring.

Yang Zijian blamed himself deeply, he was really unfilial, he was reborn for more than a month, and let his mother accompany him to the hospital three times, each time making his family tremble.

Yang Zijian woke up, and the girl also woke up, turning on the small bedside lamp.

"Brother, do you want soup?" Shu Yu asked.

Yang Zijian nodded.

Shu Yu brought a thermos pot and poured a cup of pork rib soup.

Yang Zijian took a few sips, reached out and touched Shu Yu's scattered hair, and said softly: "Thank you, thank you for your hard work, Xiaoyu." ”

Shu Yu blinked his bright and pure eyes and said, "It's not hard, I like to be with my brother, I feel very comfortable." Thanks to my grandfather for helping me speak, I was able to take leave to go into the city to take care of my brother, would my brother be willing to be with Xiaoyu? ”

Yang Zijian pinched her little face and said, "You are my sister, of course I am willing to be with you all the time." I remember when you were younger, I still took care of you every day, and you were the size of a kitten, very cute......"

Then, the two talked and laughed softly, Yang Zijian overslept and wanted to talk, and Shu Yu couldn't sleep in a strange place, so she told many new things that happened in the town-

The Taiwanese compatriot named Liu Tianyi went to the town to start building a new cinema, and the Tianhou Temple is being cleaned up and restored into a temple. The Nantang Town Tourism Company is located in the office of the side courtyard of Tianhou Temple, where my father reports every day, and then takes the new professor and graduate student of the architecture department of Ludao University to measure the house and make plans.

After Yunlong Academy and Nantang Social Science vacated, the village moved to a new brick house in the North District, and Zhu Yuren, a famous sculptor in Nanjian, donated two woodcarved statues of Zhu Xi and Yang Shi to the Academy and Social School. The Fengyu Bridge has the most tourists, and now it has begun to repair the ponchos on both sides and the roof tiles of the corridors, and a small wooden house has been built at the head of the bridge, and the entrance fee is also ready to be charged, two cents a piece......

The second uncle, aunt, Chang uncle, and Luo Xiaoshu according to Yang Zijian's wishes, established the "Yang's Minxue Tourism Arts and Crafts Company", which is a township enterprise, hanging in the name of the town tourism company, invested by the magic capital Jindian subsidiary, and has begun to prepare for the construction of two handicraft stores, a grocery store, a photo studio, a small handicraft workshop, and a Nantang snack bar......

The Lan family invested in the tourism company, began to build the Dongjin ferry wharf, the purchase of cruise ships, after the tourists want to Nantang, do not take a long-distance bus, directly from Nanjian City to take a cruise ship, along the Min River to Nantang Town, into Tangxi, in the middle can also go to the Danshan Scenic Area "free" to play, because the scenic spot is also managed by the Lan family......

Yang Zijian listened with relish, this Nantang Town is changing with each passing day, and he may not recognize the road after returning in a month.

Shu Yu asked, "Brother, do you want to be a great writer in the future?" Then Xiaoyu will be your secretary. ”

Yang Zijian chuckled and said: "Writers don't need secretaries, it's actually a very lonely and boring job." And then he talked about what a writer is—

Many people "entertain" writers, but in fact, writers are a group of the most boring office workers, especially professional writers with social positions at the national level, who are both mental and physical professionals.

Take the great writer Jia Pingwa as an example, in 91 he was the editor of "Chang'an", a cadre of the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles, a full-time writer, and his daily work was to go to work, read manuscripts, edit, write, hold meetings, and get off work during the day; In the evening, I smoked, drank tea, and talked with friends, and then the interest came, writing an article and creating a calligraphy and painting.

This is the daily state of writers, Jia Pingwa has worked all her life, and later became the chairman of the Provincial Writers Association, that is, to reduce the time for reading manuscripts and editing, and increase the time for meetings and speeches.

Then there is the abnormal work, such as making a creative plan, going to the local area, writing a novella and several short stories, taking a year to conceive and write a novel, or being invited to give a lecture at a school unit, attending a symposium, etc.

Writers are compared to celebrities, writers sell their own brains, not faces, body shapes, and performances, actors can play various characters, but writers can only play themselves.

When a writer publishes a book, it is completely different from a director or actor making a movie, he only needs to write a long story by himself, hand it over to the publishing house to edit and sign the contract, and then he has almost nothing to do. He doesn't need to advertise, he doesn't need to create a topic, he doesn't need to maintain a team, he doesn't need to work with the whole industry chain, he just waits for the book to sell and then gets the royalties – especially in the 90s.

After publication, at most, cooperate with the publishing house to write a few "book sales signatures" or "readers' meetings", and accept interviews with traditional media reporters, without being on TV, which is not a commercial promotion.

Big writers are completely different creatures than big producers, big directors, and big commercial people.

Big directors have to face the competition and game of the entire entertainment industry chain, and big businessmen have to strategize in the shopping mall, carry out gunsmoke-free cooperation and fighting, and they have to organize a huge team to cooperate with all aspects of the whole society.

Writers, on the other hand, only need to face themselves, just like self-employed.

Therefore, the writer is lonely again, a cigarette, a cup of tea, and a moonlit night all night.

Traditional writers are not online writers, and it is impossible to mass-produce works, look at the collections of Guo Xiaosi and Han Xiaosan, on average, less than one book is published per year, not only for them, but also for all professional writers. There are no ups and downs, and life is toil and trivial.

Society is a complex and huge spider web, and the more you enter that spider web, the more you struggle, the more you shrink and suffocate, and the writer can only create a pure and pure space for himself in this corner of the web.

If they can be reborn, they must want to go back to high school and college, live again, sing songs, hold hands, have less desire, be more simple, and enjoy the sprouting of green onions, even if they really hate exams every day.

For example, Yang Zijian, he is now savoring the life of high school and college, tossing his youth more meaningfully, and letting go of some meaningful plays, such as running student publications and doing the Hope Project......

By the window of the ward, the moonlight was like water.

Yang Zijian muttered to himself, and Chang Shuyu was immersed in Yang Zijian's kind voice, feeling particularly relieved and warm, and sank into a sweet sleep in a daze, with a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.