Liuyun has locked himself in his room for three days. For three days he ate only one meal a day, did not speak to anyone, and drew the curtains from morning till night.

The delivery man was the only person he needed to meet, wearing a mask, a long-sleeved shirt and trousers, and he wished he could put his sweater on his body at the end of September, when the temperature was rising.

The house is his best umbrella, and the outside world is terrible.

The message from the author's friend made him more and more uncomfortable, and it seemed like something caring, but no matter how you look at it, it looks like you want to know more, and then laugh at more.

"Isn't it uncomfortable on Saturday, it looks like you're not in good spirits?"

If you answer that he says you're not feeling well, then you will be asked what is wrong, whether you have gone to the doctor, what the doctor said, etc.

Inevitably, after a few minutes, I will take the chat content with Liuyun to other people or groups to do in-depth reports.

After that, someone will come to ask, "Is it the publication of a new book that makes Liuyun unhappy, didn't it originally say a collection of short stories?" Is it now a co-op set? ”

I don't know what these words mean.

In short, can't the world be completely quiet?

Can't you forget about him for a while?

Liuyun crawls on the bookshelf to find a novel to read, plunging into another world, in order to forget the world he is in.

Fiction always opens a door to another world.

He crawled in front of the bookshelf for more than an hour, going back and forth in the spine of the book, without reaching for the desire to remove any of the books.

In the end, his eyes fell on Abe Kobo's "Box Man".

Isn't that what he is?

Liuyun suddenly thought that it would be good if he could live like a box man in the future.

exists in this world, but no one sees him, a suit of armor, firmly protecting himself, not having to go out, but not isolated from the world.

So, he pulled out his mask, found a wide shirt to put on his body, and wore a pair of slightly thick sports trousers.

I also found noise-canceling headphones to put on my head, and preferably a hat.

No hats!

It's too bad, the whole world is not safe without a hat.

There will be arguments that take advantage of the situation, and people will laugh at it, "Isn't that the writer?" ”

"I can't even speak clearly, and I write novels."

"It is said that some people have said before that his novels are not creative, they are all plagiarized and borrowed."

"Yes, such an author is not as good as Guo Jingming."

"What's wrong with Guo Jingming? There are so many fans, they are still very creative talented, and not everyone can write results like Guo Jingming. ”

Even with headphones, you can hear this all over the room.

By Thursday afternoon, more than a dozen pieces of news had piled up.

Finally, the distant name of the phone stream can no longer be regarded as not heard.

"Hey, why didn't Liuyun reply to the message, is it because of excessive creative fatigue?"

"No, thank you for your concern. It's just that the phone is on silent. ”

"The matter of co-publishing will be decided before next Tuesday, you have no problem here, Song Xiaoxiao has been very popular recently, and the publishing house plans to speed up the publication progress of your book, and strive to compete for the list in the new book market at the end of the year."

"List?"

"Yes, didn't I tell you last time, this book will be published in electronic version at the same time, and if the electronic version is published, it will still be very interesting to enter the new book list."

"Oh, that's right, I think so."

Although Liuyun encouraged himself to work hard, he was still weak to speak, and his mind was also sullen, and he couldn't lift his spirit at all.

If you don't like that, you can refuse.

This sentence seems to have been said by Mu Chun?

Anyway, he said these strange things casually, and no matter how he looked at them, they were very in line with his tone.

Liuyun can't say it, and it is impossible to do such a thing as crowding in a pile of female students and pulling female authors to take pictures.

"Listening? Next week, I have to find a time for you to sign a contract with Song Xiaoxiao, cover production, if you have a familiar artist, you can also introduce it to me, I know that Liuyun and some science fiction artists are still relatively familiar. ”

"Hey, Liuyun, are you listening? Feed? Feed? ”

The voice behind him was no longer audible, and he fell asleep, as if the computer had suddenly been unplugged and shut down.

That night, Liuyun read the novel and tried to watch the anime for a while, but he couldn't concentrate.

Finally, a piece of news about the author's death caught the attention of Liuyun.

How could it be him.

Like thunder hitting the windowsill, Liuyun became extremely awake in an instant.

The sorrow of a few days instantly vanished, and there was a thrill of the sky suddenly clearing.

"Really. Human nature is terrible. ”

"yes."

Chu Sisi's expression was not visible, but Mu Chun's expression was clear, and there was a hint of a smile on that guy's face.

"I even felt like I was a little excessive, lacking in humanity and without kindness."

"It seems like this, a hard-hearted author who deserves Jiang Lang's talent."

"That's not the case, I know this author, the winner of the essay contest that year, and has been active in the publishing industry ever since."

"Do you feel sorry? I'm actually very heartbroken. ”

"Heartache is heartache, of course, but I think everyone has this kind of heartache. What I'm going to tell the doctor is that I was really dead, and I felt that I was not far from Dante's hell. ”

"Why Dante's hell, we don't have it in the East?"

Liuyun shook his hand, "That's not what it meant. I mean, I was really bad at the time, almost like I was going to never get better again, and I wanted to tie myself to the bedside table, not go anywhere, and completely cut off from the world. It can be said that the praise for life is completely exhausted. ”

"Then you see the news of the author's death."

"Yes, it's like being saved in someone else's death."

"No encouragement is worse than others."

Liuyun clapped his hands and said, "That's right, that's what it means, it looks scary, but that's it, a ray of sunshine penetrates my heart." ”

Liuyun, who touched his chest, did look much more energetic than before, the dark circles under his eyes had faded, and his eyes were full of hope.

"I knew it was so easy, I didn't go to the hospital before, and I spent a lot of money to buy an account."

Mu Chun complained, rubbing his fingers back and forth on the table.

"Am I a little excessive? I thought that Dr. Mu might be able to understand my feelings, which are particularly difficult to talk to others. ”

"Saved."

"Yes, saved."

"No more scared?"

"Don't be afraid, the big deal is to take a vacation and go out for a walk."

"Where are you going?"

"Maybe go to Turkey, maybe go to Greece."

"Doctor Chu, Doctor Chu, it's so enviable, I really want to walk around."

Chu Sisi pouted, and he didn't understand what the two of them were talking about like guessing riddles.