As soon as Fu Jin opened the door, Yanzi also pounced with his teeth and claws.

Fu Jin dodged away, and Yanzi immediately staggered forward two steps.

Fu Jin watched Yanzi sway from side to side trying to keep his balance, and very kindly pushed him to send him out of this abyss.

Hiko also fell to the ground.

Only then did he hear Fu Jin speak, and he said coldly, "Are you throwing yourself into your arms?"

Looking at Yan Ziyi who fell to the ground, Fu Jin thought about it, squatted down, and put on the most handsome posture and the most apologetic expression, "Although you are very flat, I am not interested in JJ."

As a brother, Yanzi also got Fu Jin, the stalk of poor milk control.

"Coincidentally, Dad only likes women." Yanzi had long been accustomed to Fu Jin's shamelessness, and replied calmly.

"Don't be sad, I'll never accept you in my life." He patted Yan Ziyi's face and said with great sincerity.

Yanzi didn't speak anymore, he didn't bother to argue with Fu Jin.

Seeing that the conversation between the two had come to an end, he opened his mouth to interrupt the harmonious scene, "Mr. Fu, what is this?"

Fu Jin smiled and lifted Yan Ziyi's collar, "Trash."

"Hikoko." Yanzi also slapped Fu Jin's hand away, then changed his face like a book, and asked politely, "This... What do you call it?"

He nodded, "Hello, Mr. Hiko. I am a seed, a seed of the seed."

Hikoko also felt that something was wrong with herself, "There's no need to add Mr., you can just call me by my name."

...

"So, what's going on in your house?" After being baptized by a string of polite conversations, Hikoko also turned the topic back to the original question.

"She thinks I'm gentle, considerate, handsome, and chic, and swears that I won't marry, so she lives in my house now." Fu Jin repeated the latter part of that passage again.

The corners of Hiko's mouth twitched, "You insist on this answer?"

"Yes." Fu Jin smiled.

"I see." Hikoko rubbed her temples as well.

Obviously, Fu Jin didn't plan to say it now, and he didn't ask any more.

"What are you looking for me?" Fu Jin asked.

"Can't I come to you if it's okay?" Hikoko also asked rhetorically.

Fu Jin sighed, "You've learned badly."

"What do you want to say?" Hikoko was also a little wary.

Fu Jin couldn't help laughing, "It's nothing, I just want to say that answering questions with questions is not a good habit."

"Drink with me tonight." Yanzi also ignored Fu Jin's words.

"I'm not available." Fu Jin said.

"You." Hikoko also exploded directly.

"Really."

"Just a bottle."

"Not available."

"I'm in for a treat."

"I'm not short of money."

「... You still owe Dad 5,000 dollars." Hikoko also reminded him.

"Thank you, Dad, for your loving offerings."

"Get out."

Fu Jin smiled, "Okay, you go slowly."

Hikoko slammed the door and left.

Sitting on the sofa watching the interaction between the two of them, "Mr. Fu seems to be different from Mr. Yan."

Fu Jin turned his face sideways, "Because he was cheap."

"..."The descendants froze. Silence.

"DengdenDeng~DengDeng~DengDeng~Deng, etc.~" The phone rang.

Fu Jin picked up the phone and took a look, the screen showed "spam call", and he picked up the phone.

"Fu Jin, open the door."

Fu Jin hung up the phone.

When the door was opened, Hikoko was standing outside.

"I thought we wouldn't see each other again today?"

Hiko's expression was extremely sad, "I've thought about it for a long time, and it's not strange for a magician to be irritable, so I decided to continue to be this brother with you."

"I'm going to drink in the evening, how are you going to spend the afternoon?"

The wine Fu Jin was going to drink, but Yanzi didn't come this time, and he was almost going to look for him. If there are some things that even Fu Jin himself can't remember, then Yanzi is probably the only one who may know something.

"With you." Hikoko also thought for a moment, "Hit LOL?"

Fu Jin glanced at Yanzi, who was empty-handed, "I have a computer now."

"It's rotten." Hikoko also said, and then proposed, "The King of Fighters?"

"There is no new home."

"And what do you have?"

Fu Jin thought for a moment and replied, "Playing cards."

Yanzi also looked at Fu Jin, his eyes full of contempt, "You trash."

"Thank you."

...

"Three-player poker isn't fun." Hikoko also said.

"There's a fourth person in my family." Fu Jin replied.

Hikoko is also a black question, he said, "You abductor?"

"As I said earlier, 'she and her brother' were hunted down by the underworld." Fu Jin was extremely contemptuous.

He stood up, "I'm going to see Taip."

Tai was woken up by the descendants.

"What's wrong?"

Yi seemed a little helpless, "Accompany Mr. Fu to fight the landlord."

Tai was stunned, "Hit the landlord?" He looked confused.

He was stunned, "Won't Taip?"

"What's that?" Tai was at a loss.

「... It's a board game." The descendants replied.

"What is a board game?" Tai asked again.

She sighed softly, "Forget it, I'll help you turn them off." She turned off the light for Tai, "You go to bed first, Mr. Fu is going out tonight."

Tai will know. He nodded, "Okay."

"Mr. Fu, Tai is not in good spirits, I let him rest."

Fu Jin expressed his understanding, and he looked at Yan Ziyi with pity, "The whole world doesn't want to play games with you."

Yanzi's face darkened, and he threw the sofa cushion on Fu Jin's face, "I don't want to play with you."

0

The afternoon was just like that.

In the evening, Yanzi also went out with Fu Jin.

He woke up, "Mr. Fu is out."

Tai put on his black robe, "Hmm."

He looked at Tai and put on his black robe, "Let's go."

Tai nodded, and the two jumped off the balcony.

...

"Are you still going to finish writing the realm?"

that's what they call the works of the two.

At the beginning, 990,000 words attracted a group of readers, and the book became popular, but Fu Jin gave the book to the eunuch inexplicably, and Yanzi couldn't understand it, but he didn't say much, just supported it.

"Yes. You know, I never gave up on crossing the line." Fu Jin clenched his fists, and now there is only the realm that can touch his heart.

Yanzi also sighed, "Fu Jin." He suddenly called Fu Jin's name seriously, "At that time, I didn't write it down, and now when I go back, maybe I have to start from scratch, just like we did at the beginning." As he said this, his tone was both heavy and expectant.

Fu Jin is twenty-four, and when he was eighteen years old, he took a break from school in order to chase a dream, and the book was originally popular, and he should continue to write, but he didn't. Time stood still in him for six years, his academic qualifications stopped at the moment of college suspension at the age of eighteen, and his achievements all collapsed at the moment when he closed the pen, including his insight and experience... He has been living at home for so many years, even with Fu Jin's family background, he can't afford to consume such annual rings.

A book without an end, even if Fu Jin is a genius, it is in vain.

Fu Jin was silent for a while, he looked at Yan Ziyi, and Yan Ziyi's face was already a little red.

The timing was perfect.

「… Do you remember why I blocked the pen?"

Hikoko was also helpless, "You forgot? You didn't tell me."

Fu Jin was stunned for a moment, blaming himself for his character who doesn't like to explain... He stroked his forehead a little depressedly, and asked him unrelentingly, "... You didn't ask me?"

"If you don't say it, I won't ask." Hikoko was also a little drunk, "It's always been like this, hasn't it?" In Yanzi's cognition, his personality is "Even if Fu Jin says that he wants to eat, Yanzi will seriously find a septic tank for him".

"..."Hikoko was right. Fu Jin was helpless again, and he sighed again, "Why do you think it is?"

Hikoko also thought for a moment, "... Too much writing intensity?"

Among Fu Jin's guesses, one of them is also too intense in writing.

When they were eighteen years old, they were two crazy people, vainly trying to use novels that are unique and unapproachable to the people in the world to grab a piece of the market in the online literature industry. Fu Jin had to change each chapter more than a dozen times before sending it, but Fan Yanzi also wrote a little unsatisfactory, so he had to send the part he was responsible for back to him for re-correction. The two of them have rejected each other's manuscripts more often than they can count.

Fu Jin was most impressed by a reader who once asked them, "Is there a studio behind your author account?" (Meaning: Is the world a studio-produced novel?) Because she couldn't believe it could be written by just two people.

In the end, as if it was the world's ridicule of the madman, Fu Jin lost everything.

Fu Jin took a sip of wine, "... Garbage." He was a little sullen and called Yan Ziyi's nickname.

"Have you been on our author account lately?"

"What?" Hikoko also asked.

No, I can't remember why I closed my pen.

"I heard that the novels I wrote were once so popular that they were all over the Internet, but they didn't feel real at all, on the contrary, they were full of disbelief and yearning." He sighed, "It's in my memory, yes. But it's as vague as a dream." He paused, "Remember when we first started writing novels? Every time one more reader is ecstatic. To this day, when I think about the world, my heart is still full of infinite warmth... and frustration."

Fu Jin knew very well that the world was not a clever novel, even with his proud and easy-going temperament, with no support at the beginning, he wrote how happy and painful he was.

Yanzi also listened to Fu Jin's words and smiled, "Son, Dad can also write a book with you, and feel the popularity of the whole Internet again." Yanzi is also sincerely glad that he was admitted to the research institute back then, and now he can still be a graduate student and accompany Fu Jin as a crazy son.

"If it doesn't work, no matter how bad it is, I can still go to the doctorate exam." Hikoko also said, with a slight pretentious lightness in her half-serious tone.

…

When Fu Jin got home, it was already three or four o'clock in the morning.

Tai just walked out of the room.

Fu Jin rarely didn't drink much tonight, and his consciousness was still very clear.

He listened to Yan Ziyi's inner words all night.

Throughout the night, Yanzi also repeated in his heart the idea that Fu Jin was strange tonight.

Yan Ziyi himself didn't want to drink at all, he just wanted to find Fu Jin to drink to relieve Fu Jin's boredom.

Tai stood at the door of the room and looked at Fu Jin, he frowned, his expression seemed to be a little puzzled.

Fu Jin didn't notice Tai, he walked to the sofa in the living room, and the whole person lay down.

He didn't know who to talk to about it all.

Or rather, he didn't plan to tell anyone about it for a long time.

He was useless to see through it all.

Restrained all his emotions.

He's actually still a little lazy, too lazy to pursue those things that have to do with social interactions.

It's not that they don't trust them, it's just that what each person is suitable for and what is not suitable for them has already been decided.

He hated repeating what he had said a second time.

Stupid explanations and stupid questions are followed by stupid answers, and at the same time stupid questioning, and finally, stupid self-doubt.

People exclude many things from their lives, pretend to be deaf and dumb under the pretext that they are illusions, pretend to be normal when they see abnormalities, and over time they really lose the ability to perceive abnormalities, and in the end the world is left with only the blind and deaf living in mediocrity.

And he, Fu Jin, although he can't turn a blind eye to all the abnormalities, he has nothing to talk to.

It's really strange, Fu Jin's expression is actually not depressed at all.

He got up from the couch and ran to get Fuda's cookies.

Fu Da was actually woken up the moment he entered the door, and kept screaming quietly around the sofa.

Fu Jin poured a little biscuit for Fu Da.

Fu Da looked up at him with great eagerness.

Fu Jin put down the feed bowl in his hand.

Watching Fu Da happily bury his head in eating, Fu Jin couldn't help but bend his lips.

Fu Jin squatted down, patted Fu Da's head with his bony hand, and said a little playfully: "Fu Da, are you happy to eat the highest grade dog food every day?"

Of course, Fu Da didn't understand Fu Jin's ridicule about the word dog food, he just flattered Fu Jin's hand to pat its head.

After adjusting his mood, Fu Jin stood up and walked back to the room.

「... Mr. Fu." Taipa opening.

Only then did he notice that there was someone in the aisle, and Fu Jin stopped.

There was silence in the hallway.

Fu Jin asked him, "What's wrong?"

Tai remained silent.

Just when Fu Jin thought that Tai was about to ask him some difficult question again, he only heard Tai open his mouth and said softly, "... Welcome back."

Fu Jin suddenly felt embarrassed that the truth had been exposed. Knowing too well why he spoke, he could only smile and politely reply, "Thank you."

This thank you came too late, and after adjusting his mood, he was unguarded and reminded of the depression and discomfort just now.

He thought he would be moved, but at that moment, he felt a little irritable.

He couldn't tell what he wanted, but he didn't need anything in return, he didn't say it all for anyone's mercy.

Fu Jin readjusted his mood and smiled again, he asked, "Can you pretend that you don't know anything before the curtain opens?"

Tai was silent, he first nodded subconsciously, and then asked Fu Jin rhetorically, "... Don't you consult with others?"

Fu Jin stroked his forehead. He sighed helplessly, but this time, with a real smile on his face, "Do you believe me?"

Tai nodded.

Fu Jin also nodded, "Okay, be ready to help me at any time."

Fu Jin waved his hand, turned around and entered the room.

Fu Jin closed the door, and he pinched his eyebrows a little tiredly.

Some people are born with pure black and white, which is a high level of consciousness. But in addition to black and white, there is also a lot of ash on the countertop.

That's what Tai didn't understand all along, and it's what people in reality rely on to make a living.

Fu Jin was waiting for a decisive opportunity to prove all this anomaly to turn the tables.

And until then, he'll be dormant.