Text: Episode 26

1.

I started writing when I was fourteen years old.

Novels, essays, poetry......

The writing is immature, but I can't stop writing.

Book after book of manuscript paper, twisted and twisted fonts.

The teacher looked at the lesson plan and talked on the podium, his mouth was dry; chalk on the blackboard, writing and drawing; One by one, there are mountains of textbooks and tutorials.

Three years and three years, three years and three years, three years and three years.

As I get older, I don't stop plowing.

I have fewer and fewer friends around me, and I am being insulted more and more.

But I never gave up.

Tao Qiwu did not give up.

He didn't give up either.

Actually, we're all the same, we're all sticking to writing.

I don't have to know the details of all these years.

As I try to recall now, what has happened in the past two decades is still so vague and unclear.

It's not a one-person problem, and it's impossible for 80 percent of the world's people to remember what happened. But those things did happen, and there is no need to doubt them.

I know him.

I am him.

But do you think you're Master Hitchcock?

2.

"Let's go back, it's too cold in this cemetery." I held her in my pocket and warmed each other.

"Where are you going?"

"Go home."

Turning her head to look, Li Ling's face was red from the cold, "Thank you for your hard work, and you have to come out with me to suffer from the cold." ”

"No wow. I'd like to check it out too. ”

I laughed and could write whatever I wanted for as long as I wanted.

Whether it is Li Ling, Yang Xinyue, Ma Ting, or Yang Ying, they are just the shadows created by him to allude to the world in which they live.

3.

Cao Chengrui sat in front of the computer and stared at the screen.

Starting from the first word of "Untitled", carefully ponder each plot, and then compare the plots in the novel with his experience with Tao Qiwu one by one.

If Tao Qiwu was still alive, the work would be much smoother, unlike now when he needs to grasp clues from Tao Qiwu's description......

Tao Qiwu's death has hidden antecedents, both in the novel and in the world in which I live.

But Liu Yinghong didn't, and the plot required him to die, so he lost his life. His death was the fuse, which ignited Tao Qiwu's death.

Zhao Wenxiao or Zhao Shutong's death is not, her death is a line that leads to Cao Chengrui's death, including those who appeared around her.

I don't know what went wrong, Cao Chengrui is still alive and well.

Then Liu Yinghong appeared mysteriously, not because of his Cao Chengrui's arrangement, nor was it Tao Qiwu's handwriting, he appeared out of thin air.

Liu Yinghong in the novel and Liu Yinghong he saw are obviously not the same person, but their names are similar, and their personalities are not the same.

Under whose arrangement did Liu Yinghong appear?

Cao Chengrui thought to himself: his appearance is to remind himself that this world is not real, like a dream. If it weren't for his appearance, he would still be kept in the dark and die in the world of fiction he created. Thanks to him, thanks to Liu Yinghong.

Just as I thought about this, the room suddenly became cold.

The computer screen flickered, and text appeared in the document.

Cao Chengrui's hand holding the mouse shook.

Hurriedly deleted the text that appeared out of thin air.

He thought, if Liu Yinghong's appearance was to help him, then Zhao Shutong, who also died in the end to advance the plot, would Zhao Shutong also resist silently?

He is writing, and he is writing.

If he wants people to die, then he will let people live.

So first of all, the minutes create a world......

Cao Chengrui took a deep breath, then swallowed his saliva and began to tap the keyboard.

4.

17:09。

Snow is falling.

A 20-meter-high Christmas tree rises on the main entrance square of the shopping mall at the intersection of Dajing Road and Chengdu Road.

The lights are psychedelic and sparkling.

Such snowy days did not reduce people's enthusiasm, whether it was the square or the commercial street of Chengdu Road, there was a scene of pedestrians rubbing shoulders.

People enjoy the snow and the Christmas atmosphere is everywhere.

Although I don't understand why Chinese have a soft spot for Christmas, most of them are neither religious nor religious, but they still have to celebrate Christmas.

Cao Chengrui sat in the Burger King on the street and looked at the chapter he had just written: Tao Qiwu came back from the dead, traveled to the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, and was experiencing a strange tomb robbery.

He clicked Save and then scheduled to send it.

Today to sweep Tao Qiwu's tomb, Cao Chengrui muttered the outline of the new novel in his heart, if Tao Qiwu has a spirit in the sky, I hope he can bless himself with everything in the new year, and their novel can be prosperous without trance.

"Old Tao, you also want to bless me to defeat that invisible enemy." Cao Chengrui muttered and looked out the window.

He was waiting for someone, waiting for a woman.

5.

17:12。

I saw the woman I was waiting for.

She wears a red tweed coat with exposed thighs and black heels on her feet.

"I didn't expect it to be you." She walked slowly towards me, step by step, "Why a fast food restaurant?" She sat across from me, looked around, and whispered, "It's better to have a café." ”

Before the words were gone, a handsome waiter wearing a plaid shirt and a dark green apron walked over and asked, "Madam, what do you want to drink?" ”

This is a world created by a group of text fragments.

In a few words, you can build everything you want.

I put my hand on the keyboard of my laptop and said, "It should have been Lao Tao...... He's better than me, and if it were him, it would have been over a long time ago. We'll all be back on track at the end of the day. If I had stood up the first time I saw you, none of this would have happened. ”

Zhao Shutong said in a dry voice: "It's just that it won't happen here." ”

She took off her coat and wore a white shirt with lace underneath, and the proud twin peaks were about to come out.

"You want to see it?"

When she said that, I felt that there must be something wrong with her eyes.

I blushed and turned my head to look out the window at the snow, "I'm sorry, I can't help myself. ”

"We can't help ourselves."

Hearing her say this, I was silent.

After a while, I said awkwardly, "Should I call you Shu Tong or Wen Xiao?" ”

"It's just a code name, I'm called Shu Tong in your pen." She picked up her coffee and took a sip of it, pursing her lips, "In my heart, there is more confusion and chaos than you think, and what I have experienced is dark." ”

I looked at her and listened to her continue.

"Is it hatred for women? Why do you want to use words to torture my body? Dark, cold, chaotic, helpless......"

"Maybe it's something you've experienced or seen, after all, this world is like this, full of violence, bullying ......"

I was going to go on and on, interrupted by her, "But there's a good side to the world, isn't it?" ”

Her words silenced me again.

Yes, harmony and positive energy should be written, but should the dark side be hidden?

"What if you had stepped up and helped me?"

Zhao Shutong suddenly changed his words.

"Without this possibility, no one will come forward."

"Again."

We fell silent in a dead silence, and the café was no longer warm. The white snowflakes that fell leisurely fell on the ground and were ruthlessly trampled by people. Zhao Shutong and I seemed to be recalling the past and died, and our eyes were glazed.

"Please forgive me." Eventually, I straightened up, feeling the urge to grab her hand, "Forgive me for my cowardice." ”

"I understand you." She said, "It's not your fault. Nothing is true. She tilted her head slightly, and actually laughed, "I've experienced this kind of thing more than once. ”

In my memory, Liu Yinghong also said something similar.

"Even so, I hope you'll forgive me."

"It has nothing to do with you, how can you forgive?" She replied.

"In my heart, it all started because of it."

She smiled and said, "It's just that you think." ”

Christmas songs rang out in the café, soft, not noisy or noisy.

"Don't talk about that." Zhao Shutong should have seen my embarrassment, bit his lip, and said playfully, "Let's talk about something else, right?" Like what...... Liu Yinghong? ”

"You know him?"

I was amazed.

"Why don't you know?" She smiled and shook her head: "Since others can read your novels, I can read them too." ”

"But how is that possible?" I said, "Those are fake." ”

"I hope you can always remember, remember what I look like, everything around us, it's all fake."

I swallowed.

She didn't speak anymore, just drank her coffee and looked at the time from time to time.

6.

17:32。

Zhao Shutong looked at the silver hand on his left wrist again, and put down the coffee cup in his hand.

The neon flashes of snowflakes are not trivial.

"I'm afraid he's not coming back." She tapped her fingers lightly on the tabletop, the hands that could play the piano, Bing Qingyujie, "Aren't you going to do something?" ”

Seeing that I was chilling, she pointed to my laptop again.

It dawned on me, "We're going to go to him now." ”

7.

The distance from Chengdu Road to Guilin Road is not close.

She didn't say anything, she walked ahead of me. Pedestrians under the street lamps are hurrying or hooking their shoulders. Snowflakes treat them equally, jumping on people's heads, shoulders. The sound of music coming from the street is mostly related to Christmas, and it is the same. It's not windy and it's not very cold. She walked faster and faster, three or two paces away from me.

"From here, the ground is slippery." As she walked, she suddenly turned around and said.

But it's too late, I'm already staggering.

Zhao Shutong hurriedly trotted over, gently grabbed my arm, and pulled me up from the ground, just like that, we walked side by side for the rest of the journey.

At this moment, the women who were related to me suddenly appeared in my heart.

They were all so real, and I still had the warmth of their skin at my fingertips.

If all this is fake, I will lose them.

Of course, I've never had them.

But I know what love is and what pain is.

The Li Ling he created hurt him deeply, and he also almost hurt me, or I hurt her.

Memories are moving away from me step by step, blurry and oblivious to me.

I started to get nervous again.

Do you remember what you want me to remember, and I will forget what you didn't create?

When I think of this, sadness hangs over my heart, and I can't help myself, because, I remember, I really loved her or her.

"We're almost there, aren't we?"

Zhao Shutong asked.

I retracted my thoughts and looked around.

Everything around me is so familiar, that is, five years ago, I came here with Tao Qiwu and Ma Ting.

She was still in love with him at that time.

They're still together.

This is a small bar called "The Ferry".

Text: Episode 26 -End-