The fat man glared at the two of them fiercely, his face full of annoyance, and then stood up, like many real-life characters in all movie novels, and threw down a cruel sentence, "We'll see." ”

Then he pushed away the crowd and left.

"Hey, let's go, you still want to take that thing? Smoked? ”

The fat man who was halfway through was stopped by Qi Lin.

Standing still, the ugly look on his face added another point, and he turned around and threw the rune to Qi Lin.

Qi Lin put away the runes, Chen returned to the piano, and people all glanced at the two people meaningfully or with curiosity before slowly dispersing.

"May I ask a question?"

"Ask"

"What are your plans for the future, stay on this ship forever?"

Chen glanced at Qi Lin, "Maybe." ”

"Because that journey that gave birth to two stories made you lose your faith, so you plan to drift on this floating city like this?"

"Maybe."

"The name of this ship is the Return, so I don't think it belongs to you."

"Maybe."

"Don't you have anywhere you want to go?"

Chen Hu's eyes were full of unclear sentimentality and said:

"When I was younger, I always wanted to learn how to ride a bicycle because I thought I could ride where I wanted to go, but now I find that I don't know where I want to go.

Qi Lin glanced deeply at Chen in front of him, "I am also a person who does not have a faith, but I know that faith is a thing that can be created and shaped by yourself, you can try it." ”

Chen glanced at Qi Lin, "But don't you think that's a bit self-deceptive?" ”

"NONO, FAITH WILL CHANGE OVER TIME, WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN MAY NOT BE THE REAL FAITH, I THINK THE FOCUS SHOULD BE ON THE PEOPLE WHO BELIEVE, NOT THE FAITH."

Qi Lin paused and said:

"And I think that self-abandonment, self-deprecation, self-exile immersed in depression and sadness, is the real self-deception."

Tatsu's hands stopped on the keyboard and pressed down heavily, and the piano let out an unpleasant roar.

Long bangs covered his cheeks, and no expression could be seen.

The second half of Qi Lin's sentence seemed to touch a certain part of his nerves.

"You helped me just now, forgive me for having nothing to repay you, thank you, I don't think we have anything to continue talking about, I'm not a philosopher, let alone a scholar."

"You can choose to run away from my words, but I want to give you a piece of advice before leaving, life can't be as good as you think, but it's not as bad as you think. I think that people are more fragile and strong than I imagined. Sometimes, you may be so fragile that you burst into tears at a single sentence, and sometimes, you may find yourself gritting your teeth and walking a long way, and one day, you will find that what you once thought you believed in was not at all, but in fact, it has always been there. ”

After Qi Lin said this, he turned around and was about to leave, but after taking three steps, he was suddenly stopped by Chen.

"Who are you to say about me? You haven't experienced it, you're just a guy who stands on the sidelines and expresses your seemingly noble sentiments and plays the language of Wenqing, and the needle is not pierced in you, of course you don't have anything to do. ”

Qi Lin smiled, really smiled.

Although the contact time has not been long, Qi Lin can see that this is a young man with his own story, a young man with a pair of bright eyes, but, after all, it is a young man, Chen is obviously a little stung by Qi Lin's words and turned angry, after all, he is young.

Turning around, he grabbed Tatsu's collar as he walked away.

Chen was grabbed by Qi Lin's collar and wanted to resist, but found that one of Qi Lin's hands was like an iron tong, and he couldn't let go at all, and his face was full of anger.

The people in the hall pushed me, I patted you, and looked at it again.

They were all curious, surprised and puzzled, looking at the two men in front of the piano.

Qi Lin's eyes were as cold as a razor's blade, "Listen, young man, you are indeed very good at reading people, you do have a hand, and I am also amazed by your story, but what I want to tell you is that there are too many people with sad stories in this world, but not everyone is the same as you, the weakest thing about a man is not that he sheds tears, but that he immerses himself in the world of sadness and can't stand up, and that's all your story is, I have already thought of the ending for you, do you know the way?" ”

Chen's eyes stared at Qi Lin, and he grabbed Qi Lin's arm with both hands.

"In the future, you will play the piano here until you are old, and then you will be put in a sack and thrown into the sea to feed the fish, because this return ship will never dig a grave for people and write its name, and even if it will, it will not be for you, and you can only be a cowardly thief for the rest of your life hiding in the corner and observing all kinds of people, and then think that you are complacent because you can see people, in the end, you are a scum, just a waste."

Young Chen was furious, this sixteen-year-old boy, angered by the masked man in front of him who was twelve years older than himself.

"you."

Chen wanted to attack Qi Lin, but found that he was powerless in front of this man who deeply hurt him with every word.

"Hehe, is it the method of agitation? What does it matter to you what do I do? How old are you? ”

Qi Lin sneered.

"You think too much, are you really self-righteous, I'm not agitating the law, I'm just stating the facts, agitating the law? Are you going to be? You're just a scumbag, a self-righteous thing, poor people have their own pathetic, get out of here with your little bullshit story, I tell you, the people who really have stories are not people without tears, but people who still run with tears in their eyes. ”

Qi Lin pushed Chen away fiercely, turned around and walked away, of course Chen didn't know what to say at this time, Qi Lin was the one who still ran with blood and tears, a person who really had a story, and his youth brewed his ignorance and thinness.

Chen stared at Qi Lin's back.

"Stand still!"

Qi Lin turned around, "Why are you calling me?" Rubbish. ”

The hall was extremely quiet, and everyone watched the sudden scene in silence.

"Hehe, then let me ask you, if you want to change it to me, what can you do if you are me!"

Tatsumi roared.

Qi Lin smiled, Qi Lin glanced at Chen, but his voice was not loud, but his flat tone hit Chen's brain, heart and soul like a lightning strike.

"If I were you, I would have hid those stories, and then one day, when I was standing on a high place, and I was in the center of ten thousand people, in a hotel, or in a lecture hall, and then I would tell those two stories, so that it would not be like you are now, poor storytellers that no one believes, and I know that if it were me, after the moment when I finished telling the story, there would only be ten thousand people in astonishment and thunderous applause."

Everyone in the hall was stunned, looking at this scene and wondering what was going on, their eyes were full of curiosity about this masked man.

And the young man Chen was stunned, looking at Qi Lin in front of him blankly, this sentence in front of him at this moment, this back, deeply imprinted into Chen's mind, became the unforgettable memory of this young man.

A word to wake up the person in the dream, to wake up the person who is not actually asleep, but is very awake with his eyes closed but pretends to be asleep.

Young Chen, he finally met the person who woke him up.

Qi Lin completely ignored the gaze of everyone in the hall and was about to walk out of the hall.

The sound of crisp footsteps sounded again.

"I'm going to duel you!" A shout from behind Qi Lin sounded.

He paused and smiled.

"You're too tender to match me with one hand."

Tatsuichi gritted his teeth, his face full of anger.

"Do you know how to play the piano? Duel Piano dare? ”

"I'm sorry, I don't know how to play a musical instrument." Qi Lin said.

"Hehe, then what will you do?" Tatsumi sneered.

Qi Lin suddenly thought of something, and turned around, "You can play the piano, right, I heard about you on this ship, the pianist of the sea, we can duel the piano, although I can't play the piano, but I can still win you, do you know the way, waste." ”

Chen was furious, this sixteen-year-old genius sea pianist was angered by Qi Lin's words.

"You're so arrogant, where did you get your confidence, okay, since you're so boring, then let's duel!"

(Friend: Lao Qin, I think the style of your book is wrong, you should add more stepping on people and abusing people to pretend to be B to fight monsters and upgrades, as well as ambiguous pornography and so on to attract readers.)

Me: Isn't that interesting?

Friend: You think it's very good, there is blood, warmth, literature, I like your sentences that are worth remembering the most, many of your sentences and paragraphs are very emotional to read, are you a literary youth? But you don't make money like this, can you support yourself?

Me: Oh, I know that I don't make money, I can't support myself, but I just want to write like this, I may not see many people, and I basically have a guaranteed salary of a few hundred yuan a month, but I want to write a book that readers can remember.

Friend: Oh.

Me: Xie Lu Xie reminds me that I will continue to work hard and slowly get through. ）