The otaku's eyes straightened, and he pulled me and whispered, "This, this big brother is Li Bai, right?" ”

I also became serious and didn't smile: "I heard that you came to meet friends with literature, Brother Li is quite elegant, and he is writing poetry again." ”

When Li Damin was chanting and thinking hard, I brought the otaku over, "Brother Li, this is the little brother I am talking about." By the way, what's your name? ”

The otaku hurriedly bowed slightly and said humbly: "Two big brothers, my name is Chu Qiang." ”

Li Damin looked him up and down, not to mention that he pretended to be really good, and the law was solemn and close, "Come, please take a seat with Brother Chu." ”

I moved the table over, Chu Qiang wanted to help, and I asked him to sit quickly. Chu Qiang sat opposite Li Damin, he didn't dare to breathe, rubbed his hands, and didn't dare to speak loudly.

I put the hard dishes I bought on the table, and Chu Qiang quickly took out the wine gourd and poured it into the cup in front of him.

Li Damin changed his face, smiling amiably: "Brother Chu, what kind of line do you do, I heard my friend say that you have a unique literary talent and are a literati." ”

"What a literati," Chu Qiang sighed: "Don't hide it from the two eldest brothers, I actually wrote it on the Internet." ”

"What, written?" I said, "Web writers? ”

"Don't dare, don't dare, can't be called a writer," Chu Qiang was embarrassed: "It's just a code word begging for food." ”

Li Damin and I looked at each other, "What works are there, can you read them?" ”

Chu Qiang smiled bitterly: "Don't look at the two big brothers, it's a shame, I have been writing for four or five years, and I haven't written anything." Now I live in a rented house, I don't have a job or a girlfriend, I stay at home every day behind closed doors, and I will hit the street for as many years as I write. This time, I used all my savings to come to the foot of the mountain here to retreat and write, and when I finished writing, I was born to the sun. ”

Li Damin sighed: "It's not easy to be a literati. Come, for Brother Chu's dream, let's have a toast. People, you have to have dreams, otherwise it's like salted fish. ”

Chu Qiang's eyes lit up: "Brother Li is Brother Li, and it is a golden sentence when you say it casually, big brother, can I use your poems and words in it?" ”

I smiled secretly, it seems that there are no Stephen Chow movies in this world.

Li Damin waved his hand magnificently: "Take it, take it." I'm not famous for writing things, if you can use it, take it all, don't take a penny. ”

Chu Qiang's waist straightened, he stood up with courage, holding the wine glass tremblingly, his hands were shaking: "Li, Brother Li, Brother Lin, I salute you with a glass, thank you." "Drink it dry in one gulp.

Li Damin and I also picked up our glasses and drank wine. I felt a cold and spicy wine line reaching from my throat into my heart, and from my heart to my stomach.

Li Damin wiped his mouth: "Good wine, good wine!" Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will be a drink of 300 cups! ”

"Good!" Chu Qiang's face flushed after drinking, let go, patted the table and said, "A good one will drink three hundred cups." Pleasure and pleasure, this is what drinking is. ”

Li Damin then came with another heavy sentence: "The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name." ”

Chu Qiang was so excited that he was about to cry: "Brother Li, you are really a writer, how did you make this poem, I am convinced, you should really write something, it's a pity not to write." ”

Li Damin smiled faintly: "I don't know how I wrote it, anyway, it's good wine, and when I drink wine, I will be inspired by emotions, and I just blurt it out." ”

"Genius!" Chu Qiang squeezed out from between his teeth: "I took it." ”

I glanced at Li Damin, meaning not to talk with such a sling, and to get to the point, Li Damin patted my leg with his hand below, signaling not to be impatient.

We drank with Chu Qiang, Chu Qiang drank a lot of alcohol, it seems that he often drinks and grinds it out, the more he drinks, the more talkative he becomes, talking about his previous works.

This world is the same as our real world, and what kind of cultivation and fantasy are also popular, such works on the Internet are like donkey dung eggs, all over the street, they are almost stinky streets, Chu Qiang's works are drowned in the sea, he can't even get up a wave, he barely makes money for four or five years, and most of the time he works for the studio to catch knives and be a gunman.

Speaking of this work created in retreat at present, he has had a prototype since he was a child, conceived for more than 20 years, and repeatedly polished it in his mind, he used to feel that the time was not ripe, and he would write it after he became famous, but the current situation has forced him to a dead end, it may be the last work, and if he doesn't write it, I'm sorry for God, I'm sorry for the earth, and I'm sorry for myself.

Speaking of this, Li Damin was very interested and asked him what was his last work?

Chu Qiang drank a little too much, and said with a big tongue: "My work is a cow, the idea and creativity are quite good, and the enlightenment of becoming a god is right in front of you." Me, I was an instant hit, and then I published a book and adapted it into a movie...... Hiccup," he burped, shook his head, and said, "It's famous, and you're going to get rich." ”

Li Damin poured a glass of wine, "What is written, let's listen to it." ”

Chu Qiang was a little vigilant: "I trust the two elder brothers, don't go out and pass it on to me." After I'm done, you'll listen to it and forget it. ”

"Rest assured, it will not affect your godhood." I say.

Chu Qiang hesitated for a long time with his wine glass, looking at the hard dishes that were full of hard dishes for him to eat, he was a little embarrassed, he was really short in his mouth, he sighed: "Okay, I'll just start with it." ”

Li Damin and I sat on the front of the coffin and listened to him.

Chu Qiang said: "At the beginning of my story, I am also talking about an online writer. This writer's situation is similar to mine, and you can also understand it as my artistic image, a refraction ......"

Li Damin pressed his hand: "Understand and understand, hurry up and say it, you are borrowing this protagonist to express your life's ambitions." ”

Chu Qiang slapped the table: "That's the truth, Brother Li deserves to be my confidant." For the sake of easy understanding, let's also call this protagonist Chu Qiang, using my name. What about this Chu Qiang, he didn't meet Huaicai, he wrote all the streets, and his girlfriend also ran away, and he drove a Ferrari with a rich second generation......"

I'm really impatient, I don't know what Li Damin's intention is to listen to such an unpopular writer tell a story, this broken idea still has to become a god, and he knocked on the table with his hand to remind: "The point, the point." ”

"Here it is, here it is." Chu Qiang said: "My writer, Chu Qiang, was determined to write a work that shocked the world, and he spent all his savings to come to a remote tourist area to retreat. This is based on my real experience. After he went into retreat, he couldn't write anything at first, but one day he went to the mountains for a walk, and on the way back, he passed by a dilapidated mountain temple and picked up a pair of chopsticks on the ground of the mountain temple. The chopsticks were bright red, like blood, and he was curious and brought them back to the hotel. ”

At this point, he cleared his throat, "Everyone, here's something interesting. After returning to the hotel, I went to bed at night, and when I woke up the next day, I found that the screen of the laptop I brought was on. He felt strange, when he went to bed last night, he remembered that it was obviously closed, why did it suddenly turn on? He rubbed his eyes and walked over to find a pair of red chopsticks thrown next to the computer, which he had brought back yesterday. He became more and more strange, a little creepy, and a layer of hair on the back of his neck......"

The story is a bit of a port entry, and I listen to it with relish, and here he interrupts the narrative rhythm and piles up a bunch of adjectives, which annoys me, "Can you get to the point, don't describe those hairs, I know your protagonist is scared, and then what?" ”

Chu Qiang saw that I was anxious, and he was also emotional, and felt that his plot was very clever: "...... Then the writer Chu Qiang sat in front of the computer, looking at the screen above, he found that he opened the codeword software, and there was an unfinished article written on it, so he was stunned when he saw it, what was written......

"It must have been written: there was a writer named Chu Qiang, who was destitute and planned to go into retreat...... Li Damin continued.

Chu Qiang laughed: "Brother Li, what you said is similar to "Inception", which keeps circulating layer by layer. Writing like this, going back more than ten years may be full of creativity, but now writing like this is a bit outdated, and it stinks. ”

Li Damin was also not angry: "Yes, I don't know much, I can only recite poems." ”

Chu Qiang said: "Actually, it's written like this, a very capable young man, who has been practicing Taoism with his grandfather since he was a child, and his grandfather opened a paper horse shop on the street, specializing in pasting paper for a living." One day, my grandfather suddenly disappeared and left a message, saying that you must earn 30 million before I can show up. This young man worked hard to earn money, and on this day he took a big job, helping a rich woman find her daughter......"

"Wait," Li Damin suddenly interrupted him when he heard this, "What's the name of this rich woman, have you named it?" ”

"Up," Chu Qiang said, "It's called Fan Shuang." The rich woman's name is Fan Shuang. ”

Li Damin glared at me and reminded me with his mouth: "Fan Shuang, it's Fan Shuang." ”

I'm a little confused, what's wrong with Fan Shuang? Li Damin quietly dipped his hand in wine and wrote a few words on the table, "I know this person in reality." ”

Rich woman, Fan Shuang...... I suddenly had a flash of excitement and remembered.