Text: Episode 25

1.

"Run!"

"Why did you run away?" I pointed to the heavens and said, "Didn't he believe that good and evil will be rewarded in the end?" Doesn't he think that all people's life and death have cause and effect? ”

"The world is already complicated, and you can clearly explain what is good? What is evil? Those plagiarists made a lot of money, and those who speculated made great things! You said! Are the rules for good people? Or is it for the bad guys? And how can you define good and bad? ”

"Truth is good, illusion is bad!"

I turned back to look at Liu Yinghong and wanted to have a good debate with him.

But everything in front of me froze all over—

Liu Yinghong's position was empty just now.

"Liu Yinghong?" I hurriedly looked around, a couple eating at the next table was laughing, Yang Xinyue, who was sitting opposite me, bowed her head and drank fruit tea, and the meatball pasta in front of me was still steaming.

Liu Yinghong just disappeared out of thin air.

"Why don't you eat it?" Yang Xinyue looked at me suspiciously.

"You ......" I want to say that she is fake, not real.

"What's wrong with me?"

"No, it's nothing, I'm in a bit of a hurry to go first......" I didn't say it after all, she was so cute, so real, so beautiful, I shouldn't have ruined all this.

I stood up and turned to leave without waiting for Yang Xinyue to speak.

"Be careful!"

Yang Xinyue shouted, I only felt a black shadow in front of me, and subconsciously flashed, with a loud bang, the metal exhaust pipe above my head fell violently, and the entire second floor of the restaurant suddenly fell into chaos, screaming again and again.

"Hit someone! Hit 120! The boy at the next table was smashed in the leg and cut on his head, blood flowed, and the girl next to him cried out hoarsely, "Someone! Save people! ”

I sat on the ground with the smashed exhaust pipe at my feet.

Someone is going to kill me.

"Are you alright?" Yang Xinyue ran to my side with a worried face.

"It's fine."

As I spoke, I got up from the ground and walked over to the boy to help him move the pipe.

The smash was not serious, but the place where it was cut by the edges and corners was the flesh turned over and the bones exposed, which was shocking.

It's all so real.

I'm even starting to doubt myself.

2.

"Don't move, it's okay, the ambulance will come in a minute." I comforted him, and Yang Xinyue comforted the girl.

The restaurant staff called the emergency services and brought a towel and put it on the boy's head.

"Come with me."

After a little thought, I took Yang Xinyue's hand.

"Where are you going?" Yang Xinyue's face was full of doubts.

"You can go anywhere, it's not safe here anyway." If I'm not mistaken, he must have accelerated the plot in confusion and suffering, he wanted to write me to death, he wanted to end the story as soon as possible, he couldn't bear to be spurned for his article to be spurned, no one to read, no attention. He's been deceiving himself and thinking he's a great "writer", right?

But he's not, he doesn't want to write anymore, he wants to end it as soon as possible.

"What?"

3.

"You're a true loser! Opinionated! Do you want to be fulfilled by dictating the fate of the characters in your novels? Let whoever you want to die? Whoever you want to give birth to can give birth?

You're wrong, no wonder you're getting nothing in your world.

You're a piece of trash. ”

4.

Push open the door of the restaurant and be greeted by a gentle, moist warm breeze.

In front of me is a bustling street, horse-drawn carriages, ox carts, classic cars, rickshaws, pedestrians......

"Master, do you want a car?"

"Catch him!"

Before I could answer, four people came out of the alley across the street, pointed at me and shouted, "That's him!" It was he who abducted Miss Four! Get him! ”

"Let's go!" I looked back at Yang Xinyue and said, "If you are caught by them, you will die." ”

Yang Xinyue in front of her was squatting on the ground sorting out her suitcase.

She wore a pale cyan gauze cheongsam.

A soft and warm body, delicate and light. Gentle and arrogant, innocent and mature and high. She is so beautiful, like a lotus flower in full bloom, with enchanting curves and dark fragrance at the bottom of her sleeves. Her hair is high, she wears silver and jade stud earrings, a silver chain around her neck, a blooming lotus flower, and an enamel silver watch.

"Let's go, it's not too late to clean up when we run out." I pulled her up as I urged.

"Why are we running away?" Yang Xinyue looked up at me and said, "Can't we choose the love we want?" ”

yes, why run away?

The four fierce men were about to cross the road when the sound of an air horn sounded, and a 1937 black Buick Century stopped in front of us.

Liu Yinghong poked his head out and said, "Get in the car!" ”

5.

"Where did you just go?" I looked out the back window and the four men were chasing after me in confusion, and after a few moments they were thrown out of sight and disappeared.

"Didn't I pick up the car?" Liu Yinghong sighed: "I finally caught up, and I didn't let you and Miss Four get caught." ”

"What do you call her?"

"Fourth Miss!" Liu Yinghong replied.

"Who are you?" I withdrew my gaze to him as he drove.

"What's going on? Do you have any disease? I'm Tao Qiwu! ”

"What?"

I looked in the rearview mirror and it was a familiar face that couldn't be more familiar.

But the one who poked his head out was definitely Liu Yinghong.

That's right, it's all fake.

I fell into another illusory "dream".

"Old Tao, where are you going?" There are fewer pedestrians outside the car windows, and the buildings on both sides are becoming more and more sparse.

"Take you to my house."

The sky was overcast, the car was fast, and the windows were open but there was no wind.

The scenery on the side of the road gradually became familiar—the trees, the buildings, the shops.

Eventually, the car stopped, and looking out of the window, the antique gate was hung with a plaque "Chaoyangpo Cemetery".

Tao Qiwu opened the car door and got out of the car, with his back to me: "It's here, this is my home." ”

6.

I am all too familiar with this place, and it was here that I attended Tao Qiwu's funeral.

One last look at him here, I gave him one last ride.

"How did you get to this place?" Yang Xinyue tugged at my clothes.

"Arrived at the place, twenty-three in all." The taxi driver turned to me.

I paid and stood at the door of the cemetery with Yang Xinyue.

"I want to see an old friend, can you accompany me?"

"Hmm." Yang Xinyue nodded.

"By the way, do you have something to talk to me about when you asked me out today?"

Yang Xinyue's face turned red, "I'm ...... I just miss you. ”

"Oh? But I didn't expect to go on a date with me in the cemetery. ”

"Nasty!" Yang Xinyue smiled and hammered me.

I smiled and said "oops", and unconsciously thought of Li Ling, "You know me, I have a girlfriend." ”

"Is it true?"

"Is it true?" I learn from her.

What about you...... Is it all true?

7.

You're all fake, right?

It was created by him to satisfy his ridiculous vanity.

What he wants, what he can't get, just write it out.

You're all so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful that it's unreal.

If in another world, girls like you deserve a better life, you definitely won't know me.

This has nothing to do with money worship, it's just that I can't reach girls like you at my level.

"What are you thinking?" Yang Xinyue tilted her head and looked at me playfully, "Aren't you going to see your old friend?" Shall we buy a bouquet of flowers? ”

"If you have wine, you can do it." I came back to my senses and took Yang Xinyue to buy two bottles of liquor at a small supermarket nearby.

"He likes to drink."

8.

Just have wine.

Standing in front of Tao Qiwu's tombstone, I tried to remember the day I attended his funeral.

The events of that day alternated with the plot of the novel in my mind.

"Let's go see Xiaoxiao later." Yang Xinyue said softly.

Zhao Wenxiao, in the novel, her name is Zhao Shutong.

The characters that appear in my novels correspond to real characters.

My novel?

Most of them were written by Lao Tao, right? I stared blankly at the picture on the tombstone, but you don't know, it wasn't written by me, and it wasn't written by you.

"Why are you in a daze again?"

"It's nothing, let's go see Xiaoxiao."

The winter wind blew, and it was cold to the bone.

9.

"Xiaoxiao is so good-looking." Yang Xinyue's face was red from the cold, and she looked very beautiful.

I nodded.

It's amazing.

In my mind, I talk to myself, ask myself questions.

Use this way to advance the plot.

It's ridiculous.

"At first, I really thought that there was some magic in the novels you wrote, which could influence real life." Yang Xinyue took my hand, "You wrote Zhao Shutong to death, and later you wrote to death your friend, and Yaoyao ......"

I frowned slightly: "Yi Yao, she?" ”

"I don't know, I haven't seen her for a few days, and I won't answer my calls."

Yang Xinyue sighed: "It's ridiculous not to think so. ”

Maybe it's not ridiculous, this world is the world of fiction, and nothing is impossible.

Nothing is impossible......

So is the world he lives in real?

I think I know what to do.

Lao Tao, I need help again.

Text: Episode 25 -End-