Marven fought in front of the computer until late at night while eating the supper made by Long Wen, and the clock had reached the next day, and the tired Marven fell asleep in front of the computer desk. In the middle of the night, he got up in a daze, and saw that there was no one on Long Wen's bed opposite, so he fumbled out and pushed open the door of the tow box, the night breeze was slightly cool, the bright moon hung in the night sky, and a few nearby street lamps emitted a yellowish halo.

Long Wen sat on the steps of the tow box, with a few empty beer cans and a plate of peanuts at his feet. Marven rubbed his eyes and stood behind him and asked, "Are you insomnia?" Long Wen: "No! I'm just a little hungry. Marvin walked down the stairs and kicked down an empty beer can and said, "You're thirsty!" ”

Long Wen: "Sort of! Marven sat next to Long Wen at this time, and Long Wen handed him a can of beer: "A can?" Marven took it and smiled and said, "It helps you sleep." Long Wen said vaguely while chewing peanuts: "Hangover." Marven: "I can't get drunk, I have to write for a while." Long Wen: "What's the hurry?" And no one is urging you. ”

Marven: "I can't finish writing the plot I thought of today and can't sleep." Long Wen: "You often stay up late like this?" Marven opened the beer and took a sip: "Almost." Long Wen: "It's hard enough!" Marven: "No way, it's not that I graduated from a prestigious school, I don't have a professional foundation, and my family is not solid enough, if I don't fight, I really have no hope at all." ”

Long Wen asked rhetorically, "Do you feel hope?" Marven held the cold beer can in his hand and lowered his head: "At first, I thought I could, but then I found out that there were more than enough people who could write essays, and my strength was just a drop in the bucket, and my hope was long gone." ”

Long Wen: "Then you still insist on writing?" Marven: "Maybe I'm always thinking that 'give up halfway' and the previous efforts will be in vain." So the confusion has come to this point. Long Wen: "I don't think people who can follow the path they designed are not confused at all. ”

Marven: "I don't know how to get to the destination." Long Wen chuckled at this time: "Ha Lu Ha! Isn't that the end of the road when you reach your destination? Isn't the end of the road a symbol of 'no way out'? Marven blinked in surprise: "This is the first time he's heard someone describe it like this, yes!" If you really stand on the podium today, will you still fight like this, constantly looking for new topics? Do I still have the motivation to keep going? He was a little scared when he thought about it.

Long Wen: "Don't worry, life is not a 'sprint' but a 'marathon', although it is slow, but the one who persists after the most is the winner." Marven praised: "It's so philosophical, did you sum it up?" Long Wen: "How can I have that level, that's what he said when I read the novel 'The World is Peaceful', he is a writer struggling on the road of dreams like you." Although you are of different nationalities, the goal is the same. ”

Marven laughed self-deprecatingly at this time: "After you say this, I don't want to find the target soon." Long Wen: "Yes! Don't say that, maybe you'll be famous tomorrow! Marven: "Don't! I don't want to be 'cornered' so quickly. ”

Marven took a sip of wine, and then the alcohol finally asked the question that had been held in his heart for a long time: "I know that you are not backpackers, and you are not agents or spies, what do you do?" Long Wen snorted and smiled, and the scar on the left side of his face twisted slightly: "How do you know that we are not agents?" ”

Marven: "It's impossible for any country's secret service to accept a child as young as Hu Che, is it..."Marven paused: "You are 'mercenaries'?" Long Wen twisted his eyebrows and looked at him: "Actually, I also have something to ask you." Now that you have a number in your heart, why do you want to mix with us? ”

Marven replied without thinking: "Material! He fiddled with the beer can in his hand and bowed his head, saying: "Everyone has a 'heroic dream' in their hearts, hoping that they can be praised by everyone like the protagonist in an online game or movie." You've read what I wrote. That's pretty much the case. Only in this way can we meet the dreams of many ordinary people who want to do an 'extraordinary' career. ”

Long Wen: "Well, that's true, but some of them are a little too exaggerated, and if you read too much, you will be 'aesthetic fatigue'." Marven: "There's no way. Because there are too many ordinary people now, and there are too few people like you. Novelists are 'dreamers', but if you dream too much, you will get 'tired', as you said. After all, it's all sitting at home all day 'making up'. According to the high-speed progress of the Internet, there will always be a time when inspiration runs out, and I want to have the opportunity to break away from the ordinary and really experience a 'battle' to stimulate my inspiration. ”

Long Wen looked at the white and chubby Marven patted his knees and said with a smile: "Fight? People like us may eat the 'last dinner' every day, and you are not afraid to hang up in the 'fight'? People are hung up to take the inspiration to write articles? ”

Marven scratched his head and said a little shyly, "Actually, I also have a bit of a 'hero dream' complex!" Long Wen: "Oh? Do you think the work we do is the work that 'heroes' should do? Little brother. Do you know what our job does? ”

Marven: "Actually, I've heard about what mercenaries do, and although I don't know what your mission was in the past, I feel that what you're doing now is the right thing." Long Wen shook his fingers: "Do you know what we're going to do next?" Marven: "I don't know what to do, but I know that you are helping me." ”

Long Wen: "Help you?" Mercenary commissions are never a small amount. Marven opened his eyes: "Is it a charge?" Long Wen: "Of course! That's what we do. Marven: "But I don't have any money!" Long Wen: "You can pay in installments." Marven raised his voice: "Could it be that I have another debt for no reason?" I haven't paid off my credit card this month!! ”

Saying that, he hung his head helplessly and said, "I'll just go home." Long Wen: "That's okay!" I ask you, do you want money or death? Marven's fat face was full of noodles and tears: "You still have such a 'forced buying and selling'!" Long Wen put his arm around Marven's shoulder at this time: "Little brother, if you want to make some money, it is something outside your body, and you can only make money if you have a life!" ”

Marven snorted and nodded: "Yes!" Be! This fart is justified! Long Wen raised the beer can: "Come!" Cheers to your dream of being a great writer! Marven: "Woo~ I don't think I'll be able to turn over for the rest of my life~~" After smashing the glass, Marven "dong dong" dried up all the wine, Long Wen: "Hey! Great writer, slow down! Aren't you going to keep writing for a while? (To be continued......)