His spiritual mentor is the bangs in the university.

At the beginning, when he was most impoverished and helpless, it was Liu Hai who helped him get out of the trough of his life, and it was Liu Hai's "mistake" that reunited him with his family; It was the words of bangs that made him wake up from his dreams and immersed him in the sweetness and bitterness of creation.

Now, when his life is in trouble again and encounters a knot that he can't untie, he thinks of bangs again, that simple girl.

is that simple girl, who doesn't seem to have any life experience, but her perception of life surpasses Zhang Jiaze a lot.

The matter of mentoring does not mean that the older a person is, the more he can become a mentor to others. - On the contrary, sometimes, there are many old people who do things that make people ashamed and ashamed, which is the so-called "disrespect for the elderly".

As a mentor, even if the other party is just a three-year-old child, as long as it is helpful and vigilant to your words and deeds, he can become your mentor.

"If you are a threesome, you must have my teacher", this is very reasonable.

Knowing this, people should be humble and not complacent.

The more you go up the road of life, the more you understand your own shortcomings, and the more you feel that you are far from enough. That's what I'm talking about.

Now, Zhang Jiaze feels that in life, there is only one person who can untie his heart knot, and this person is Bangs.

On this day, when Zhang Jiaze sent Zhang Yinuo to kindergarten, he rushed to the university. Walking on the familiar university campus, he couldn't help but feel excited. Here he used to spend many mornings and dusks. In countless dark nights, in countless dark dawns, in that humble tool room, he worked hard to write, relying on the garbage he picked up, he completed what he thought was a very high level of work.

He stood outside this tool room for a long time, refusing to leave for a long time. Now, the house was locked with a large lock, silent all around, not even a breeze, and every leaf was motionless in the air.

Outside the door, Zhang Jiaze was motionless.

The world seems to have frozen, and time seems to have stood still. In heaven and earth, there is nothing else except this tool room. The voice in my ears seemed to disappear, and the scene in front of me seemed to disappear. Zhang Jiaze slowly closed his eyes, his mind and heart suddenly became ethereal, slowly, this tool room seemed to float in the air, the white clouds fluttered, the house drifted farther and farther, floating over the mountains, floating through the wilderness, floating towards the endless sea. On the calm sea, the house slowly falls, floats on the sea, and freezes silently on the ground of the sea and sky.

Thinking of such a tool room on the sea, Zhang Jiaze's heart calmed down in an instant. Everything in the world seemed to have left him, and there was only such a house left in his heart and mind.

It was only then that he realized that this humble tool room was his soul island.

At that moment, he realized that for a writer, if he can't solve his inner problems, can't face himself, and can't "talk to himself" well, then the writer will inevitably face many problems.

As long as he straightens out the relationship between the mind and the self, he can calm down and create.

Every writer should have his own island of mind.

The island of the soul is a quiet harbor for the soul and a destination for the soul. No matter how noisy the world is, no matter how adrift outside, the island of the soul is the harbor where his soul dwells.

"A true hermit is a kind of inner cultivation, if the heart is strong enough, then even in the downtown area, a person can maintain inner peace; If a person is impetuous, what is the use of seclusion? What do you think? In front of this house, the words that Liu Hai once said to him slowly echoed in his ears.

Slowly, there was wind and sound in my ears.

He slowly opened his eyes, and everything was back to reality.

Only the island of the soul has resided in the heart.

When he opened his eyes again, his heart was calm.

He felt that the trip had found the answer. And the original plan to find bangs was also canceled because of this answer.

Taking the island of the mind and returning to the luxurious villa, his heart was like water, and he resumed the pattern of writing in the dark dawn and late at night.

However, reality is always reality. There is beauty and happiness in reality, but more than that, it seems to be disharmony and contradiction.