"So you've been thinking about the author of "Angels Look at Hometown"?"

Mu Chun asked while doing push-ups on the floor in a white lab coat.

Liuyun also simply ran to the ground and did push-ups.

When Chu Sisi came in, he was almost frightened by the scene in front of him.

"Teacher, what are you doing here?"

Mu Chun staggered to his feet and patted his knee, "Exercise twice, and now I don't feel dizzy when I stand up." ”

"Flowing clouds? How do you do push-ups here too? ”

Liuyun also stood up when he heard Chu Sisi's words.

"I'm thinking about the author of 'Angels Look Home.'"

Chu Sisi couldn't understand, but felt that the atmosphere in the outpatient room was not quite right on Monday morning.

Liuyun's eye circles are puffy, and he looks like he hasn't slept for a few nights.

But I just met at the book fair on Saturday, and I seemed to be in a good state of mind at that time.

"I'm still thinking about the author of "Angels Looking at Hometown"."

"Hahahahaha

Mu Chun laughed wildly.

"That's right, I was thinking about the author of "Angel Looks at Hometown", and then I was abnormal, as if I fell into a well and couldn't get out. That's what I just said to Dr. Mu Chun. ”

"Chu Sisi, come here, this is so interesting, do you remember when you told me to hurry up and go to the dance scene that day?"

Chu Sisi nodded.

Then I suddenly remembered that when Liuyun came to see a doctor before, we talked about the author of "Angel Looks Home" who liked to stand and put paper on the refrigerator to write. Then, that day, I suddenly remembered again, because I still didn't remember which writer it was, so I asked casually. ”

Before Mu Chun finished speaking, Liuyun grabbed the words, "He asked me, who is the author of "Angel Looks at Hometown", why didn't he remember it." ”

"Just this question? You two are doing push-ups here because of this issue? ”

"Because of this problem, Liuyun messed up the writer's interview meeting."

"Messed up?"

Mu Chun described Liuyun's incoherent words at the interview meeting to Chu Sisi in a vivid manner.

Chu Sisi thought that Liuyun's face would be very ugly, but in fact, her worries were a little unnecessary, because Liuyun looked very excited.

"yes, interesting, the host asked some very simple science fiction questions, and I couldn't answer them."

"How so? Sudden amnesia? ”

Chu Sisi poured a cup of coffee for Mu Chun and Liuyun, Liuyun asked for a few ice cubes, and drank the whole cup of coffee in one sip.

"It's not frozen Coke, it's coffee."

Chu Sisi frowned slightly, and said with concern.

"Whatever, I can't sleep anyway, I can't sleep with or without drinking."

Liuyun wiped the coffee from his mouth and slumped in his chair.

"So, sleeping pills or physiology?"

"Physiotherapy?"

Mu Chun explained: "I can give you sleeping pills in your current situation, and it's time to use sleeping pills." ”

"I took the medicine you gave me before, it didn't work, and I still can't sleep."

Liuyun talked more today than the previous two times, and his attitude also looked a little indifferent.

In Chu Sisi's view, it can be said that he and the previous patient Liuyun are like two people.

The dark circles under his eyes hung on his pale face, and he looked haggard, but his body kept shaking, and he looked overexcited.

"The cerebral cortex is overactive."

"Really? I felt sleepy, but I couldn't sleep. ”

"Do you have a headache?"

"It didn't hurt at all, it was still a little painful on the day of the interview, and then I was dizzy, but I fell on the bed and was full of energy, if I could lie on the bed and write with my brain, I would have finished a novel of hundreds of thousands of words by now."

"Won't Jiang Lang run out of talent?"

Mu Chun suddenly changed the subject.

"What?"

"Jiang Lang is talented or something, isn't there such a time for writers?"

"Maybe I've come to the end of the day, I can't answer anything in the interview, and let a newcomer take the limelight."

"I'm going to look at the reviews, maybe there will be a review of your novel from readers who attend the book fair."

"Forget it, you better stop reading it, there won't be any good comments."

"Not necessarily, if you look at this reader, you say, Liuyun looks like he's not in good spirits, and he guesses he's working on a new novel, maybe there's a new story this year."

"Isn't that just mocking me?"

"I don't think so, I think it's caring."

"Don't say good things, I won't go out to meet people in the future, no comments, no editors, if I can, I want to disappear from this world."

"Just because the author of "Angel Looks Home" can't remember who it is?"

"That's because of this."

"Then I'll open a hundred numbers to explain that Liuyun is thinking about who the author of "Angel Looks at Hometown" is, so he was a little absent-minded during the interview."

"Come on, don't do that kind of boring thing."

"But, after so many years of writing, do you want to give up because of this little thing?"

"Maybe it's not suitable for writing science fiction, I went to read Song Xiaoxiao's novel, the author who wants to publish a book with me.

Because of him, my original independent short story collection was going to be changed to a short story collection published by the two of us. ”

"The old man leads the newcomer, this is the consistent way of the publishing house."

Chu Sisi finally had a chance to say a word.

"But the publishing house didn't consider my idea, since my debut, it has been a collection of short stories, the only novella has not sold well, and the award-winning works that year have not brought too many readers, and I even doubt that if it weren't for how many science fiction works the publishing house had to publish every year, I wouldn't have had a chance to publish them at all."

"That's not the case, I think Liuyunda's novel is very good."

"Really?"

"I think it's okay."

Mu Chun is serious.

Chu Sisi glared at Mu Chun, "I think it's very good, especially the short story "Intimacy", which won the Science Fiction Award, I like it so much, and I recommend it to many friends to read." ”

"Really? That one? I haven't written a novel beyond the first one, so I'm really not suitable. But I don't want to admit it. ”

"Then my hands started shaking, and there was no heart and brain disease at all, just because of nervousness."

Mu Chun stretched out his hand and shook in front of him.

Liuyun laughed, and then reached out and trembled.

"That's it, always drilling in the horns, thinking that it must be written well, to write a good story, and gradually what the story is like, it also becomes blurred, always seems to have a translucent wall with the story, knowing what is on the other side, and can't get by."

"Haven't you stopped writing for a day in all these years?"

"I haven't stopped for a day, and even if I can't sleep for two days, I still write thousands of words."

"At the end of the day, it's just fear!"

As soon as Mu Chun said this, Liuyun and Chu Sisi both looked at him, and the time in the outpatient room suddenly froze.