"This 'Sunset Mountain' is the last book I wrote in my life, how could I not remember? Why do you ask me? After saying that, I looked at the white-haired old man with great confusion. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's nothing, I just saw it on the Internet two days ago, just ask casually!" The white-haired old man avoided my gaze and stared at the river with a smile.

"Inexplicable!" I also turned my head back, staring at the river in a daze, just like the white-haired old man.

About a minute later, the white-haired old man spoke again, "You know what? Your "Sunset Mountain" is hot on the Internet now! ”

"Really?" I casually responded.

"You don't seem to care much like this, do you?"

I sneered, "I wrote "The Sun is Thin" and I wrote it right, but I am dead before, and everything before has nothing to do with me, right?" ”

The white-haired old man nodded as if he understood, "It's nothing to do with you, but you don't care, why did this book suddenly become so popular?" ”

"What's there to care about? "The Sun is Thin and the Sunset" is a popular novel, and now that I, the author, have suddenly died, this book has suddenly become my last posthumous work, and the website will naturally become a big hit, so what's all the fuss about? ”

After listening to my words, the white-haired old man nodded in agreement, "It seems that you still know the market quite well!" ”

The white-haired old man's words sounded like a compliment, but it made me feel a little ridiculous, and he shook his head with a wry smile, "If I can't even figure out this kind of thing, how can I still mix in this industry?" Old man, did you pester me all night just to tell me these innocuous things? ”

"Almost! In the past two days, I have seen that your works have become hot on the Internet, and I wanted to tell you! ”

"You're boring, old man!"

"Haha, I'm bored! I'm in a panic every day! The white-haired old man laughed, and after laughing a few times, he continued: "You are a person, although you have failed, at least your works are much more successful than yours, at least so many people will go to see them, you should also feel gratified!" ”

Throughout the night, the white-haired old man said this sentence to my heart. For me at this moment, it has a lot of touch.

"Old man, what did you mean by that?" I turned my head, only to find that the white-haired old man who had been sitting next to me was gone, leaving only the empty bench and the empty beer bottle on the bench.

I could only be alone, and continued to stare at the river in a daze, but I kept thinking about what the white-haired old man said just now. Before, my heart was still full of frustration, and I felt that my life as Ling Feng was a failure. But now that I think about it, it's not as useless as I thought, at least so many people will read my works, at least compared to me as a person, what I write is more valuable than me, which makes me feel a little gratified.

Thinking about it, I seemed to understand the intention of the white-haired old man's words just now, and said to the dark river with resentment and some gratitude: "Dead old man, don't preach!" As a result, I was educated in a roundabout way! ”

At this time, I was completely enlightened, thinking that the novel I am writing now, in addition to being an agreement with the white-haired old man, is also the last novel I left to the world, although I don't know how many people will see this work in the end, but I don't want to be so-so, and deal with it.

Maybe I didn't want to leave any regrets, so I made up my mind to give up the hundreds of thousands of words that I had written before, start over, and finish my last work seriously, so that I am worthy of myself.

The knot in my heart was untied, and my depressed mood was temporarily relieved, humming a light melody and blowing the cool night breeze, and set foot on the way home.

Although he has lofty ambitions, he still has to face the cruel reality of being uninspired. The next day, although I was planning to start all over again, there was still no sign of inspiration. The only thing that is thankful for me is that my mood has improved and I don't have the anxiety I used to have, which is the only thing that is good for me at the moment.

Another day passed... Two days... Three days...

Seeing that nearly ten days have passed since I was reborn, but the progress of my novel writing has seriously lagged behind, but I am emotionally stable, and I am not panicked because of this, and I am still very calm and calm in front of the computer looking for my inspiration.

"It's only been a few days, why is this house in such a mess?"

I was carefully browsing the web page, when I suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from the living room, it was a white-haired old man, who had come uninvited again.

I continued to sit in the study and shouted into the living room, "What are you doing again, old man?" ”

The white-haired old man walked to the door of the study, and did not walk in directly, but poked his head in slightly, smiled as always, and said, "Old man, I happened to pass by, so I came up and sat down, what, are you not welcome?" ”

I didn't look up, my eyes still staring at the computer screen, "What if you're not welcome?" You're not still uninvited! ”

The white-haired old man laughed, retracted his head and moved his steps, but he didn't enter the study, just walked around the living room.

I watched the computer and listened to the white-haired old man's movements. I only heard the white-haired old man pacing back and forth in the living room, and shouted impatiently: "Old man, you are going back and forth, are you annoying?" What the hell are you doing today? ”

The white-haired old man did not answer me, listened to his footsteps, and after a little more wandering in the drawing-room, he went to the bedroom.

"Old man, this is my home, why don't you respect my privacy, okay?" I grumbled as I walked out of the study.

At this moment, the white-haired old man came out of my bedroom with something in his hand.

I looked at it and saw that it was the big pants I had worn a few days ago, so I hurriedly said, "Old man, you are sick!" What to take it out for? ”

Although the white-haired old man was still smiling on his face, his expression was quite unnatural, "You young man, you are too casual, you change your clothes and throw them everywhere, and you don't know how to wash them!" ”

"You me! This is my home, how I love it, just like that! ”

The white-haired old man threw the big pants in his hand to the ground, then walked to the kitchen door, pointed to the sink that was already full of dishes and chopsticks, and said, "You should run out of bowls at home, right?" Are you going to eat it in the pot later? Or is there no pot left? ”

I didn't speak, just rolled my eyes at the white-haired old man.