"Help me get the wine." The sound of the bell ringing sounded behind him.

Xu Dazhi was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly came over to help pick up the wine. In the living room, there is a glass jar with a faucet, I don't know what plants are soaked in it, the wine is bright red and mellow, and it is intoxicating to look at.

Xie Ling put a few stir-fried dishes on the table, one poured a glass of wine, and the three of them drank it. Xu Dazhi pointed to the coffin and said, "What is that?" ”

Xie Ling's eyes were a little vicissitudes: "It contains a soul with a very miserable life in her life, and she was supposed to be sent to death, but something happened and she couldn't be sent to reincarnation." I went to Sichuan this time, and by the way, I also ran away from her, which was a bit troublesome. ”

Xu Dazhi seems to understand whether he understands or not, Xie Ling is talking about things in another world, which sounds like a novel and is beyond cognition.

After eating and drinking, seeing that the time was almost up, Xie Ling took off the towel on Bai Shuang's shoulder, and when he unfolded it again, he saw that the glutinous rice had turned black, as if it had been roasted by fire. Looking at Bai Shuang's shoulders again, there are still some red marks, and the two black palm prints are gone.

"What is Xu Tong's house, don't go again, that place is too dangerous." Carefully pour the black rice from the towel into a plastic bag and seal it.

"Master Xie, will you go to Xu Tong's house to subdue demons?" Bai Shuang asked as she thanked her.

Xie Ling smiled: "Why do you want to go?" I don't mess with this karma, if he does evil, he will be punished by heaven. ”

"It's not like what a good man says." Xu Dazhi teased him.

Xie Ling's expression was a little solemn: "This is my principle." There are too many injustices in the world, and I can't manage them with limited ability. If people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone, I'm not Fahai. All I could do was throw the fish around. ”

Xu Dazhi knows that throwing fish is an allusion, the beach is full of stranded fish, and all a person can do is throw it into the sea when he encounters a fish. It seems that this person who seems to be out of tune actually has special principles.

The two of them helped to clean up the leftovers, and helped wash the dishes, and then said goodbye and left.

Xu Tong couldn't follow up on this line, so he could only pin his hopes on Liu Yang, who was about to meet.

Two days later, Bai Shuang and Xu Dazhi made an appointment with Liu Yang's father to go to a psychiatric hospital together. Liu Yang's father is a very simple little old man, almost sixty years old, very thin, with small arms and legs, and he looks sick at first glance. After greeting each other, I learned that Liu Yang's father had diabetes seven or eight years ago and had been injecting insulin. Talking about his son, he sighed and said that since Liu Yang wrote this novel, people have begun to be abnormal, living behind closed doors, communicating lightly, and even don't want to work.

Xu Dazhi joked that Liu Yang is worth so much now, what more job do he need.

The old man was a bit brainless, saying that writing should only be used as a hobby, not as a serious job, and dog meat could not be served. He also chattered that the old who works in a state-owned enterprise, the younger who is a civil servant, has five insurances and one gold and an iron job, and now they are all married and have children. How can he be as out of tune as Liu Yang, he knows how to write and write all day long. Cao Xueqin is so good that she can write, but she doesn't drink porridge and gnaw on her head all day long.

Xu Dazhi stopped talking, he himself was a jobless vagrant, if Liu Yang was scolded miserably, then wouldn't he have to apologize for his crimes.

Entering the hospital, the old man went to visit first. About half an hour later, he came out, his face was a little ugly: "Two, go in, he is in a bad mood now, he can't be excited, don't say anything that stimulates him." ”

The two followed the little nurse to the back inpatient department. The environment here is very good, with several white medical buildings surrounding a large lawn. It was a nice day, the sky was clear, the sky was cloudless, and there were a few people in white hospital gowns on the lawn who were teasing a spotted puppy.

On the way, Xu Dazhi asked Bai Shuang, had he seen Liu Yang before.

Bai Shuang shook his head: "I've never seen it, but I just chatted a couple of sentences on QQ." This person is very mysterious, we want to promote it on the website, give him a special report and ask for photos, but he doesn't give it, we would rather not do it. I remember that there was also a big video website that wanted to do a video interview with him, but he also refused. ”

The two were chatting, and the nurse in front of them interjected: "You can go in later, explain your intentions, and don't mention other topics." ”

"For example?" Bai Shuang asked.

The nurse said, "Do you know what the cause of Liu Yang's illness is?" ”

"Too much stress? Writing too devoted? Xu Dazhi guessed.

"Neither." The nurse said: "He and his girlfriend had a car accident and her girlfriend died in his arms. He was stimulated, and all the psychological problems that had accumulated before exploded. ”

"Huh?" Neither of them had heard of this, especially Bai Shuang. As the editor-in-charge, it is appropriate to have a good relationship with the contracted authors under his command, even if it is not so close, at least some of the major events that happened to the writer should be known. I originally thought that Liu Yang's mental illness was completely caused by the pressure of writing, but I didn't expect that there would be such a reason.

The two glanced at each other, their hearts were very heavy, Bai Shuang was trying to adjust his words, hoping that when he talked to Liu Yang for a while, he would not poke his heart.

On the fourth floor, there was a ward at the corner of the stairs. It's very elegant, quiet, it's summer, the windows are open in the corridor, and the wind is blowing the air. It's not like a mental hospital at all, it's a bit like a sanatorium.

They were standing outside Ward 403, the door was not closed, it was a single room, cleaned up. There was a man in a hospital gown, in a wheelchair, facing the window, looking out at the blue sky lawn.

The nurse knocked lightly on the door: "Liu Yang, someone has come to see you." ”

The man still had his back to the door, and there was no response.

The nurse knocked again and asked suspiciously, "Liu Yang?" ”

The man slowly turned around, and Bai Shuang and Xu Dazhi finally saw Liu Yang's true body. This is a fair-skinned fat man with a round bun face and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, which does not look amazing.

"Kashiwa editor?" Liu Yang asked.

Bai Shuang nodded: "It's me." ”

The nurse said a few words and left.

Xu Dazhi and Bai Shuang walked into the ward. Bai Shuang introduced Liu Yang: "This is my friend Xu Dazhi, who is now a freelance writer. ”

Liu Yang smiled: "I know you, I have read what you wrote, it is very interesting and very interesting." ”

"Laughing." Xu Dazhi looked at him curiously, and his gaze involuntarily fell on the few pages of newspaper spread on Liu Yang's knees.

Liu Yang noticed Xu Dazhi's eyes and said, "My mental state is not very good, and I was forcibly isolated from the network by the doctor. The hospital asked me not to read, but it was too painful for me, so after communicating with them, I was asked to read the newspaper every day. Sit down, you two, and don't stand. ”

The ward is simple, a bed, a bedside table. They looked around, but couldn't find a chair, so they sat on the hospital bed.

Liu Yang paddled his wheelchair, faced the window, looked outside and said, "When you came, did you notice those people playing below?" ”

"Teasing puppies on the lawn?" Bai Shuang asked.

Liu Yang nodded: "Every day at this time, those people are teasing the same dog every time." I've been observing it for a week, don't you think it's strange? ”

"Why is this happening?" Bai Shuang asked casually.

"I arranged that." Liu Yang said.

"What do you mean?" Xu Dazhi was keenly aware of something was wrong.

Liu Yang said: "It's like writing a novel. They appear at regular intervals and tease the puppy, which is a plot set by me. I set it this way, and in reality they appeared. ”

"You mean, the world you see now is the plot of your novel?" Xu Dazhi asked.

Liu Yang shook his head: "No." After that incident, I realized that something was very wrong with my life. The boundaries between my spiritual world and the real world I face have blurred. In reality, many things will appear in the world of the texts I create, and sometimes the fictional plots I conceive will happen in reality. ”

"You're in a bad mental state." Xu Dazhi said.

In this case, the relatively young Bai Shuang has no experience, and Xu Dazhi has always been in dialogue.

Liu Yang didn't say anything more, and stared out the window again. His expression was very focused, and Xu Dazhi's words didn't seem to enter his ears, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It is said that literati are light, Xu Dazhi has a bad temper, seeing Liu Yang's attitude of ignoring it, he was a little annoyed, and said casually: "How do you prove what you just said?" ”

Liu Yang paddled his wheelchair and turned around: "I don't need to prove it." Everyone has their own attitude to life and worldview, as long as they understand what they are all about, and they don't need to prove it to anyone. ”

Bai Shuang was a little impatient, he didn't come here to play dumb riddles with Liu Yang, but for the electronic manuscript. He was just about to say something, Liu Yang suddenly said: "Editor Bai, it's true that I'm a lowercase, but I also understand the truth that the text carries the Tao, and I want to use my novel to tell the world the truth." To understand my story, one should understand my current state of mind. Xu Dazhi asked me to prove it, and if I think about it, then prove it to him. ”

Xu Dazhi looked at him with a sneer.

Liu Yang said: "Only tragedy in this world can make people awaken. There is no wisdom without pain. I will conceive a plot specifically for Xu Dazhi, a particularly tragic plot. I hope that Xu Dazhi will go through this catastrophe and be able to enlighten his heart and have an epiphany to break through delusion. ”

Xu Dazhi was a little annoyed: "Don't talk about that useless, we are here today to get the electronic manuscript." ”

"Have you been to Xu Tong?" Liu Yang asked.

"Well, what's wrong?"

Liu Yang was quite interested: "What is he like now, tell me, what has changed compared with normal people?" ”

"What do you mean?" Xu Dazhi asked.

Bai Shuang looked at the watch, the visiting time is regulated, and you can't keep it for a war of words. In order to allow Liu Yang to cooperate smoothly, he hurriedly told what happened to Xu Tong's family.

Liu Yang's face changed greatly: "I didn't expect that manuscript to be so evil." ”

Xu Dazhi sneered: "You can put gold on your face, don't you know that the manuscript was written by yourself?" ”

Liu Yang shook his head: "The manuscript behind it is written by me, but it was not conceived by me." I'm going to say I plagiarized, can you believe it? ”