"Want to go to heaven?" The white-haired old man's words seemed to be throwing an olive branch to me. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info But I'm not stupid, how can I believe what he says so easily?

At this time, the white-haired old man saw my concerns and said with a smile: "Don't worry so much about it first, just answer if I want to go, right?" ”

I was silent for a while, and then said, "Heaven, everyone wants to go!" But I—" At this point, I paused, looked like I wanted to say something, and didn't continue.

When the white-haired old man saw me stop, he answered, "You're not as bad as you think, at least someone will feel sorry for you, won't you?" ”

The words of the white-haired old man reminded me of summer again. Yes, the white-haired old man was right, and although I don't know what the reason for the summer sadness is, at least there are people who will feel sorry for me. So, I nodded silently.

"So, you still have a chance to go."

"Chance?" I looked at the white-haired old man with suspicion again, "What chance?" Don't tell me what kind of god you are, what kind of messenger of God or anything like that, I'm a novelist, and I've seen a lot of this kind of routine. ”

The white-haired old man laughed, "You kid blocked all the words, and let me say something?" Anyway, you don't care who I am, just tell you this, the old man has no ability, he still has the ability to open a back door and send someone to heaven, how about it? Interested? ”

The white-haired old man's words were very tempting, and I couldn't help but feel a little excited. But I'm also a person who has lived for 29 years, and I still know a little bit about all kinds of routines. Throwing such a large piece of cake to me for no reason is not that simple.

I took the coffee calmly, took a sip, pursed my lips, and said with a regretful face: "It's a good coffee, it's a pity to put so much sugar!" ”

"Young man, what do you mean by this? If you have any ideas, just say it! ”

I put down the coffee in my hand and said bluntly: "Old man, what are the conditions, you can just say it, right?" ”

"How do you know I'm qualified?" The white-haired old man asked rhetorically.

"There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world, let alone going to heaven! You've worked hard to get me to this place, and it's impossible to give me a free plane ticket and send me to heaven for free, right? ”

When the white-haired old man saw that I had already talked about this, he stopped beating around the bush, and directly introduced the topic into the formal, and said to me: "I can indeed send you to heaven, but the premise is that you have to do something for me, can you?" ”

"What's the matter? Let's hear about it first? ”

The white-haired old man hurriedly replied, "I will give you a hundred days, and within this time, you can write a novel that will shock me." Well, it's not that hard for you as a professional writer, right? ”

After listening to the white-haired old man's words, I lowered my head and thought about it, indeed, for me, writing a novel is the most confident thing for me, and a hundred days is relatively abundant, the conditions that this old man gave me at this time are not excessive at all, but very attractive, and it is worth trying.

But this condition seems a little too simple, which makes me a little worried.

I raised my head, stared at the white-haired old man suspiciously, stared at him for a long time, and finally asked, "A hundred days to complete a novel?" It's as simple as that, nothing else? ”

The white-haired old man nodded, "Yes, it's as simple as that. ”

The white-haired old man's answer could not dispel the doubts in my heart at all, and I still looked him up and down with a skeptical gaze.

The white-haired old man also saw the concerns in my heart, and said with a smile: "The specific situation is like this, I will give you another hundred days to let you continue to live in the world, in this hundred days, you have to write a novel that can infect me and shock me, and after the task is completed, I will fulfill my promise and open the way to heaven for you." ”

"And what if I don't make it?"

"It's not done! That's a problem. As he spoke, the white-haired old man tightened his eyebrows, and his smiling face revealed an aura of unease, "Where will the final destination of a soul who has not been able to go to heaven be, even if I don't say it, you should be able to guess it, right?" ”

I nodded silently. Yes, even if the white-haired old man doesn't say it, I can guess where the place other than heaven is referring to.

"Are there any requirements or restrictions on the number of words and chapters in the novel?" I continued to ask.

The white-haired old man shook his head, "There is no requirement, as long as it can infect me, as for the number of words and the lack of words, it is up to you to grasp it." ”

"Infected you? How do you infect you? Your standard is quite vague. ”

In response to my question, the white-haired old man seemed unimpressed, "Is it vague?" I don't think so. You are also a person who has written novels for many years, what kind of works can infect people, and what kind of cannot, you should be very clear in your heart, right? You don't have to doubt my level of appreciation, the old man will not be much worse than you. ”

I didn't continue to speak, but stared at the coffee cup in front of me, silently calculating in my heart.

The white-haired old man didn't rush me to make up his mind, just sat quietly on the other side, drinking tea and looking at me with a smile.

After thinking about it for a long time, I asked again, "What will happen to me if I choose to refuse?" ”

The white-haired old man smiled, "I won't do anything to you." It's just that you don't have a chance to say no anymore. ”

When I heard what he said, I was very surprised, and immediately asked, "Why is there no chance to refuse, haven't I promised you yet?" ”

The white-haired old man pointed to the coffee in front of me, "It's true that you had the opportunity to refuse before, but after you drank that coffee, it means that you have agreed, and the agreement between us has been automatically established." ”

I realized now that I had fallen for this white-haired old man, no wonder he had been asking me to drink coffee first, it turned out that he had been calculating me from the beginning. Suddenly, I was furious, pointed at him and scolded angrily: "Bastard, you should be yin!" ”

The white-haired old man still smiled calmly, "I'm not yin to you, I'm just helping you make a choice." ”

"! Yin me is yin me! Give me less high-sounding reasons! ”

"Do you think it's really okay to say no to me? As I said before, what is the final destination for a soul who can't go to heaven? Speaking of this, the white-haired old man paused, and then continued: "If you are lucky, you can still wander in the world for a few more years, but the final fate is still inescapable, do you really want to go to that place to suffer?" ”