Text: Episode 39

1.

Cao Chengrui squatted on the ground with his head in pain, his eyes closed tightly - this is the world he created, he is just a virtual character after all, as long as he moves his fingers, everything will be subverted.

2.

10:56。

The cursor lingers at the end of the last story in Untitled.

The sun outside the window warmly surrounded me, and even the summer breeze was sweet.

Although I didn't sleep all night, I finally drove out the final chapter of "Untitled".

If the article is posted on the Internet, someone can see it, which is a blessing and worth staying up late.

Now it's just me in the house, and I think Lao Tao should have been sitting on the bus home.

For him, these few days can also be regarded as a turning point in his life, leaving a job that he has been doing for several years, and the road ahead is long and looking for another place.

Don't talk about him, why don't I walk around the world, looking at the road under my feet in confusion, at a loss.

Li Ling hasn't sent me a single message in the past few days.

Women are ruthless, that's really ruthless.

I stood up and went to the bathroom, and as long as I sat on the toilet, I would habitually use my phone to swipe Weibo.

Trump, earthquake, warship launch, heroine broadcast track, hit-and-run, funny little video, North Korea, wild history, street photography, scam click articles......

It's all over the place.

After brushing it, he lifted his pants and sent a message to Li Ling: "Take care of yourself in Beijing, I miss you."

3.

I sat quietly in front of my computer.

The electric fan swings its head and blows hot air.

12:38。

All chapters have been proofread.

I hope everything will go smoothly this time, pass the review smoothly, publish it on the Internet smoothly, and be seen smoothly.

I was praying to myself when Lao Tao's phone called, "I'm home!" There are still dishes in the fridge, don't forget to eat them hot or not spoiled. ”

"Are you possessed by an aunt?"

I smiled and suddenly remembered something, "I have something to tell you, no ......"

Before I could finish speaking, Lao Tao had already hung up the phone.

4.

I try to connect the stories he writes with the stories I write in a more harmonious way, and try to make the stories seem less stiff.

In the story of "Untitled", there is an old Tao named "Tao Qiwu", and I am called "Cao Chengrui".

5.

Huanglong, a county-level city, has a history of more than 1,000 years.

I adjusted the length of the backpack strap to make it more comfortable.

It's been a long time since I've been home, and everything in front of me is both familiar and unfamiliar-

Old train stations, long streets, dead trees on the side of the road.

Lao Cao's return from Beijing should have been a happy event, but there was always an indescribable feeling in my heart.

The two of us have known each other for so long, playing together, watching girls together, drinking together, talking about ideals together, and yearning to cross the mountains and the sea together.

But I don't know when he seemed to be getting farther and farther away from me, and I was still walking side by side with him, but in the blink of an eye he had gone ahead of me, and he was getting farther and farther away, occasionally looking back at me, and smiling.

Ask yourself, I should hope that he can get better and better, right?

Looking at the box of manuscripts and magazines he brought back, as well as USB flash drives and hard drives, those were all his hard work.

We all have a habit we've developed over the years:

In the stories I wrote with him, there will inevitably be me named "Tao Qiwu" and Lao Cao named "Cao Chengrui".

He will always change the law to make "Tao Qiwu" disappear in the story, but I like to let the characters in the story have the reincarnation of cause and effect.

That's the difference between us, and now, we're getting more and more different.

As I walked and pondered, a beer bottle suddenly fell from the sky and shattered a few meters in front of me.

6.

12:46。

I looked up for the source of the beer bottles, but I couldn't find them.

I don't know whose bear child is doing a dangerous prank.

Although I quickened my pace and walked over, I had palpitations.

7.

I sat in front of the computer and was stunned for a while, thinking to myself whether to tell Lao Tao that I had uploaded "Untitled" to the Internet?

is so contradictory, hesitating, it has been more than a month since Lao Tao returned to his hometown.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, every day it is above 30 degrees and it does not rain.

Flowers and trees droop their heads, and I also droop my heads.

"Untitled" was judged to be a bad guide because of its "dark" content, and it failed to pass the review of several websites and refused to publish serialization. In the end, I finally found a website that could be serialized, and the response was mediocre after a month.

Not many people watch, let alone get benefits.

It's very shocking, and the novels that have been worked so hard to write are not read.

The kind of loss that no one cares about is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Li Ling also seemed to disappear out of thin air, and never contacted me again.

8.

"You wrote me to death again?"

"The plot needs it."

"This time I was disemboweled, I was trafficked in human organs, you are really good, I said what is in your dog's brain."

"It's all said that it's the plot needs."

I explained to Lao Tao on the phone that just yesterday, I sent the document of "Untitled" to Lao Tao, and told him that I had started serializing it on the Internet, but the response was not good.

"It's no wonder that someone can watch the plot if you handle it like this! Thanks to a lot of it, I wrote it, or I can't read it, you say......"

He stopped halfway through.

He was silent on the other end of the line, and I didn't know what to say on the other end.

"Actually, you always knew?" I guess it's better for me to break the silence.

"Well, I know, I read the magazines in your suitcase, too."

I took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, "Some of them really didn't have time to discuss with you, so I took them out and submitted them." ”

"It's okay, let's follow whom."

"Thank you, brother."

"It's too much of a nag for you."

"Honestly."

The next chat fell into a very awkward situation, I looked for a topic, and he responded without a match.

I know that he says it's okay, but there is a hurdle in his heart that he can't overcome.

If it were me, I wouldn't have been able to cross it.

It's like a child who has worked hard to raise himself and finally calls others Dad.

"When are you coming back?"

"It depends." He thought for a moment, "I want to walk around, too." ”

I hung up the phone and was silent for a long time, we could no longer be close.

9.

The weather is terrible hot, and lying still is sticky.

The mat is not cold either, it sticks to the body.

Putting down my phone, I spent most of the day reading Untitled from beginning to end.

He and I both appear in the novel, always.

Not surprisingly, he ravaged "Tao Qiwu" like a monkey.

I used to think that he was a cowardly person, so I found balance by controlling the fate of the characters in the novel.

But this time, the characters in the novel want to fight against "fate" through themselves.

If you think about it, aren't we fighting against fate?

He pieced together our stories and told them with his own unique thinking, but it was not recognized by the readers.

Should I be happy or disappointed? Because my story is in it.

As I was thinking about it, my neck suddenly became very uncomfortable, like someone was blowing in front of my throat, tickling.

I lifted my hand and grabbed the skin in front of my throat.

It makes me feel a lot more comfortable.

Text: Episode 39 -End-

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