Text: Episode 31

1.

"Let's do one!" Tao Qiwu raised his glass and tilted his neck, and the warm and spicy liquor entered the esophagus with a slight turn in his mouth, and his body instantly warmed up. He hissed and said, "What do you see, you drink it too." ”

Cao Chengrui nodded, picked up the cup and took a sip.

"Drink bigger!"

"I tell you, you have to be responsible for persuading me to drink me to death!"

Tao Qiwu pursed his lips, "You can pull it down, you won't be fine if I drink it to death." ”

After saying that, both of them laughed.

"What are you going to do next?" Tao Qiwu put down the cup.

"What to do?"

Tao Qiwu stared at Cao Chengrui's eyes, "You, keep writing?" ”

"Well, write, what can you do?" Cao Chengrui's hand holding the cup shook, he steadied himself, picked up the cup and took another big sip.

"And what type are you going to write next?"

Cao Chengrui thought for a while and said, "Do you have any suggestions?" ”

Tao Qiwu turned his head to look at the TV, "You can't rely on me all the time." ”

The air seemed to freeze, and Cao Chengrui looked at Tao Qiwu in a daze.

Tao Qiwu was still looking at the TV, as if he was deeply attracted by the show, and muttered: "If I die, can you still write something?" ”

"Don't always talk about death, it's unlucky." Cao Chengrui said casually without thinking.

"You know I want to keep writing, that's my dream...... To be precise, it should be my dream and yours. Tao Qiwu thought for a while and then said, "Words are a good way for a person to vent, you can have everything in the world where words are constructed, and all we have to do is to piece together the fragmented words and make them a coherent story." ”

"You've said that before."

Tao Qiwu withdrew his gaze from the TV and looked at the liquor in the cup, "But the story you wrote is not coherent, you are piecing it together." ”

Cao Chengrui subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

"Lao Cao, what if you don't have me?"

"What can I do? I don't need you. ”

"It's not that you don't need me, you're afraid of me."

"Nope! Why should I be afraid of you!? Cao Chengrui raised his voice, and his eyes behind his glasses stared at Tao Qiwu.

"Because I'm ...... Dead ......"

Tao Qiwu raised his head, and blood flowed out of his hair.

2.

I woke up suddenly, my body aching as I curled up on the couch, my chest tightened, and Venus scurrying around in front of me.

I gasped for breath before I came to my senses - I had a nightmare.

There was no light in the room, just a little light from the window.

I wanted to call Li Ling, I opened my mouth and swallowed back.

Li Ling is gone.

Everything in the dream flashed in front of my eyes.

Tao Qiwu, Tao Qiwu, you don't really exist, just as I don't exist.

Since you and I don't exist, what does death mean to us?

I was in a state of confusion and didn't know what I was doing.

3.

Zhao Shutong climbed the stairs with difficulty, completely ignoring the strange atmosphere around him.

She knew in her heart that it was nothing but his creation.

He can write warm and sweet love stories, and he can naturally create weird horror stories.

He can write about today's reality, or he can write about grand history or fantasy worlds.

If he wants to return to the Republic of China, he can participate in the warlord melee, and if he wants to fight the sword world, he can fight the sword and fly to the immortals.

It's all very simple for him, just piece the words together and let them come to life to tell the story.

He thought he was the creator god, when in reality he was just a loser who couldn't even tell the full story.

Zhao Shutong thought of this with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his heart was a lot calmer.

Looking up, she could already see everything on the top platform.

A wide platform with a stone table and two stone chairs in the center.

The figure was sitting with his back to her.

Zhao Shutong took a deep breath and walked towards the figure.

4.

With a "poof", the flames of the lampstands at the four corners of the platform rose to the heights, instantly illuminating the place.

The figure with his back to Zhao Shutong slowly stood up and turned around, and his appearance became clearer and clearer.

It was a face she had ever seen.

"You ......"

"Yes, it's me, we've met on your doorstep."

Zhao Shutong was stunned on the spot, and the hand holding the notebook couldn't help but tremble.

"Shall we sit down and talk?" He waved as he spoke.

Zhao Shutong came back to his senses, sat down, and sat opposite him.

"Weird, right?"

"Are you Tao Qiwu?"

"Sort of, I can be Tao Qiwu, Tao Yinghong, Tao Laosi, or Tao Qiye...... Wait......"

He smiled.

"Tao Qiwu......" Zhao Shutong put the notebook on the stone table, sat down and looked at him, "Aren't you dead?" ”

Tao Qiwu nodded, "In his story I died, in my story I am still alive." ”

Zhao Shutong frowned slightly, and asked, "Then who is he?" ”

"He is Cao Chengrui, or Cao Zhibo or Cao Abao, or Cao Zhibo or something." Tao Qiwu said and laughed, "You know, we all have a lot of names, like Lu Xun has one hundred and forty-five names, of course, we can't compare with Lu Xun." ”

5.

Finally can't take it anymore?

I looked at the girl in front of me, and I couldn't tell what I felt in my heart.

She looked so much like the girl I loved so much.

"You're all fake?" The girl in front of her had fear and anger in her eyes, and she shouted hoarsely.

My brain was racing fast, thinking about how to speak, and I watched her pant and calm down for a while before I said to her, "Shu Tong, who do you say is true......

6.

Cao Chengrui rubbed his eyes, got up and walked to the table with a sob, picked up a glass of water and took a sip of water.

The cold liquid poured into his throat, and his brain cleared up a lot, and he jerked back at the computer, his eyes wide open, and then rushed over in a few steps.

He remembered that he still had a story to finish, and he was going to finish the story and make that person disappear completely!

7.

"This should be my story...... Before Tao Qiwu finished speaking, a person suddenly appeared behind him, and the person raised a stone with both hands and smashed it at Tao Qiwu's head.

As the stone fell, Tao Qiyi's head collapsed on the stone table.

"Let's go! These are all illusions he has made! ”

Liu Yinghong picked up Zhao Shutong, who was in shock, and ran under the platform.

The two of them ran off the platform, and around and around, an iron door with lights appeared out of thin air in front of them.

Liu Yinghong didn't say a word, kicked it away, and beckoned Zhao Shutong to run in.

The stairs up seemed to have no end, and it wasn't until Zhao Shutong's legs were weak that they finally ran out of the stairwell.

Push open another door, and you will be greeted by an alley, the street at the end of the alley is lit with neon lights, and the bustling crowd is lively.

"But it's killing me!"

Liu Yinghong leaned down and coughed loudly, and then continued: "Let's go quickly, it seems that there is nothing wrong with him there." ”

"What?"

8.

Zhao Shutong rubbed his knees and looked at the steaming coffee on the table.

"What do you think? Keep writing! ”

Liu Yinghong watched the surroundings vigilantly.

They sat down in a café on Guilin Street called "Coffee Nini", and there were many customers in the store, men and women, chatting intimately or laughing and taking selfies.

At this time, Zhao Shutong had no time to enjoy the sudden quiet moment, he raised his eyes to look at Liu Yinghong with doubts, "Why did you suddenly start to get anxious?" ”

Liu Yinghong retracted his gaze and looked at Zhao Shutong and said, "I've always been in a hurry......

He thought for a moment, "I want this to be over soon." ”

Zhao Shutong took a sip of coffee, put down the cup, slowly opened the laptop, and looked at the story she hadn't written.

For a moment, her whole body fell into deep confusion.

If she herself is not real, then what she did first, the story she wrote, is she doing it herself, is she writing it?

If she didn't write it, then who wrote it?

9.

Until dinner, the clinical young woman was lying on her back as before, motionless, but Tao Qiwu found that she was no longer open but closed.

Her feet were exposed, and for some reason, Tao Qiwu always felt that the pair of jade feet had a sexy taste, which made his throat tighten and his heart beat faster.

Tao Qiwu fed his father, and his father's appetite was very bad, so he simply drank a few mouthfuls of porridge and fell asleep.

The young woman in the clinic remained motionless.

Tao Qiwu even wondered if she remembered wrongly, had she ever opened her eyes?

The young woman's two jade-like feet were so conspicuous.

He had never seen such beautiful feet.

In the past ten years, he has not had the opportunity to observe a pair of women's bare feet in such close proximity as he did.

Tao Qiwu listened to the sound outside the ward while peeking in, and from time to time he had to glance at the owner of the pair of jade feet, for fear of being discovered by her.

The young woman's eyes were closed, as if she had been in a long dream.

What was wrong with her?

So young, so beautiful, yet suffering from pain.

I'm afraid this is the real side of life, there are no fairy tales at all, everything is cold and cruel.

The beds were very close to each other, about the distance of a bedside table, and Tao Qiwu sat down facing his father, and behind him was the body of the young woman.

It is as if in the smell of disinfectant water, you can still smell the aroma that belongs only to young women.

He was so immersed in the smell that he couldn't help himself.

10.

"Tao Qiwu", Zhao Shutong stopped tapping on the keyboard and stared at the three words "Tao Qiwu" in a daze.

He should have died in another story and been reborn in another story, just like me.

Zhao Shutong's gaze crossed the top of the laptop screen to look at Liu Yinghong, who was sitting opposite her.

The man in front of him was also reborn, he died again and again, and came back to life again and again.

She thought.

The heart was pounding wildly.

If "Tao Qiwu" came to life in her story, then who created the "Tao Qiwu" that was smashed by Liu Yinghong just now? Who brought him back to life again?

Is it Cao Chengrui?

Or is it the mysterious him?

"What's wrong with you? Suddenly the face became so ugly? ”

Liu Yinghong noticed Zhao Shutong's strange appearance and asked, "Are you uncomfortable?" Do you want to find a place to rest? ”

Zhao Shutong shook his head, as if he understood something but couldn't grasp it, "No...... I'm fine. ”

"That's almost the end of it...... We can't let him write down and change our lives at will. ”

"Our lives?" Zhao Shutong repeated, "Is it our life?" ”

Liu Yinghong was stunned when he heard this.

"If he doesn't exist, we don't exist." Zhao Shutong suddenly laughed, "Actually, we should be a part of his life." ”

Text: Episode 31 - End -

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