Indeed, this is a very, very serious problem, so the madman asked many people, and everyone thought he was crazy, saying that as an employee of an Internet company, he didn't study games well, how did he study a fountain pen?

But the madman didn't think much of all this, because everyone couldn't understand what he was doing, but he himself knew very well, because this was the direction, and the only direction, so he was thinking in his heart, thinking about where Lili bought the pen? As long as this answer is found, then pen ink will definitely be available.

At the beginning, Lili said that there must be pens sold near the school, which is not difficult to understand, because students need pens, which is a writing tool for students, so the madman changed his mind and began to ask everyone, where is the school in this place, and according to his own habitual thinking mode, he directly inquired where the university is.

After changing his mind, it was really quick that he got the specific location of the university, which he learned from the local girl on his own left, that there is indeed a university in the city, and the bus can get there, but it seems to be far, far away? No, the madman doesn't care about any of that at all.

So after getting off work, he began to think about when to buy pen and ink, and it happened to be after tomorrow, and the game was going to be maintained, so the day after tomorrow was a holiday, it seems that this seems to be providence? And the remaining pen ink seems to last a day or two.

At this point, he continued to record the events of the day under the dim tungsten light again, and a lot seemed to have happened during the day, mainly to inquire about the pen and ink, but the apprentices in the next room were calculating their own wages, and it was obvious that they were about to pay their wages.

What's even more outrageous is that the madman's current group of apprentices did not borrow money from him, and it was not as serious as before, but he would often ask him for cigarettes, so he also recorded all this in his notebook.

When everything was recorded, he looked up at the tungsten light bulb above his head, which was a very warm sunset color, but his fingers hurt so much...... In fact, because of the high-intensity writing, the fingers on the left side of the front end of the middle finger of the right hand have long been blistered again and again, very painful, especially in this cold winter weather, as long as it is sleeping, the fingers will cramp violently, but he doesn't care about these at all, because every time he picks up the pen, as long as he gritted his teeth and wrote for more than ten minutes, the hand will be completely unconscious, leaving only the thoughts in his mind and the words that appear in the notebook.

Whispering softly again, dreamers all over the world, good night.

……

In fact, time has always been very fast, just like our life, it is like a blink of an eye, all that I can't go back to, as if it happened not long ago, it feels like a bubble-like dream, so at this moment, the madman is resting today, and he has already taken the bus.

Crazy man he has been motion sickness in recent years, I don't know why, in short, it is very serious, but at this time there are still more people in the car, a group of old people will get on the car, originally he still has a place to sit, originally his head was very dizzy, his stomach turned over like a river, very uncomfortable, but an old man said that the madman was immoral, and he didn't let the old man sit or anything.

In this regard, the madman endured the heart-rending discomfort, and stood up, because everyone in the car was looking at him, after all, he was so young, and he couldn't explain clearly, but the bus just arrived at the next stop, he immediately got off, because he couldn't help it, just got off the bus and vomited next to the trash can on the side, it was like vomiting out stomach acid, his mouth was very sour, and tears kept flowing.

This was the case, but it couldn't stop his determination to buy pen and ink, so after resting for a while, he continued to prepare for the next bus, but at this time, he was just about to get on the bus, and a gray-haired old man next to him sat on a long chair next to the bus stop sign and said: "Young man, isn't it motion sickness?" I saw you vomit just now, still sitting? ”

The madman turned his head silently and smiled at the old man: "Even if you take a taxi, you will be dizzy, there is no way." ”

The old man shook his head slightly and was smiling, and a few people in the crowd on the side watched this conversation quietly, as if there was no meaning at all.

In short, the madman is now sitting on the bus again, fortunately, this time there is a place, but his heart is very warm at this time, as if the discomfort of motion sickness has been suppressed by some very powerful force, he looked at the old man outside the car window, he was still sitting there, and even looked at him, and the madman at this time smiled slightly.

……

But no matter what the madman has experienced along the way, in short, he has changed cars four times, twice because of the problem of giving up his seat, twice because he really can't help it, and now? That's right, now the madman sees the entrance of the university, which is a bus stop sign in front of the university.

It's very bustling and bustling, and it's breathtakingly beautiful, why? In fact, it is very simple, there is a moat, there are many, many art ornaments by the river, and even retro and elegant stone paths built, and even retro pavilions, anyway, there are a lot of people.

There are more people near the entrance of the university, and there are many shops, but they are basically shops selling books, and there are really books everywhere, what review materials, what reference materials, etc., and there are advertisements similar to posters posted in front of the store, and even the advertisements say that the review materials are on sale and so on.

In this case, the madman also saw almost the bookstore in the past, this is the restaurant, there are many restaurants, and there are many Internet cafes, but I didn't find a stationery store? No, the madman thought that he seemed to be suffering from motion sickness, and that he should not have recovered yet, so he casually asked a person next to him.

The madman said very politely: "Hello, may I ask, do you know of any places that sell pens near here?" ”

This man? Probably a college student, right? Anyway, he doesn't look very old, only about twenty years old, right? And with a girlfriend by your side? It should be his girlfriend, anyway, the two are walking hand in hand, maybe it's because of the cold weather, right?

But none of this mattered, perhaps because the young man was touched by the madman's politeness? So he smiled and said, "You go back, there is a big bookstore near the school gate, called Liwen Bookstore, and there is a pen seller next door to it." ”

The madman said thank you repeatedly, and the young man just said that he didn't have to be polite, and even said that it was just a gesture, so the madman praised, the people near the university are different from ordinary people, if he changes his position, he can only say the three words "no thanks", look at the people, just don't be polite, what else is there to do with it, sure enough, cultural people.

At this point, the madman lit a cigarette with a smile full of joy and anticipation, and soon found the bookstore that the young man said, next door to the bookstore was a stationery store, the name of this store was stationery store, it was not very big, but the madman knew that there was a pen in it, and there must be ink, so he immediately entered.

The boss, a middle-aged woman, very enthusiastically asked the madman what he wanted to buy, and the madman immediately explained his intentions, while the boss introduced him to several kinds of ink, even pointing to the shelves.

There are several kinds of hero ink on the shelves, boss blue and the like, and the price varies, the most expensive is an ink named Picasso, which costs fifteen yuan a bottle, while hero ink only costs four yuan a bottle, which is fifty milliliters.

What's even more outrageous is that the madman is still on the shelves, and he sees a dazzling array of pens, all of which are very, very neatly arranged. At this moment, the madman is like discovering a real paradise, there are dark-tipped pens, there are bright-tipped pens, and even a kind of enveloped pen, and even a pen called a utility pen, in short, there are very, very many styles, and there are many brands, mainly hero pens.

What's even more outrageous is that there are a few locked pens in glass cabinets, the brands are DUKE, Hero, Picasso, etc., all of which are iridium pens in exquisite wooden boxes, but they don't seem to be very expensive, the most expensive, the price on it is only one hundred and eighty yuan, at least for the madman, a beautifully packaged iridium pen, this one hundred and eighty yuan is really not expensive, anyway, the madman doesn't know if his own judgment is wrong.

But the madman only looked at the pens in great fascination and fascination, and he didn't plan to buy them, because he already had a pen that was truly his own, so the madman took ten bottles of Hero Pen Black Ink from here, and asked the boss about another thing.

The madman told the boss that he needed a fountain pen nib, which was a bright tip, and even he took out the hero gold pen in his underwear to show the boss, and the boss said after reading it, there really is a matching nib, but the boss also said something else, saying that the madman has a gold pen in his hand, which is very valuable, and he doesn't have it here anyway.

The madman just smiled, as for the boss really found out some nibs, said a five yuan, the madman bought five in one breath, because he himself has recently been a little unaccustomed to the nib of the gold pen, the nib of the gold pen is generally soft, the most important thing is that the elasticity is very perfect, but the madman is not very good at the power of his current writing, so he also pressed the nib of the gold pen to separate a few times, which is actually very serious.

But, now the madman got what he wanted, until he sat at the bus stop again, ready to go home, he lit a cigarette again, and sighed: It turns out that in the big city, it is not that there is no fountain pen, perhaps just because the happiness of the fountain pen is only pursued by a few people, so the bustling and noisy big city hides the fountain pen, and only those who have a heart to death can find its existence.