The house is money, the story is life

I don't know if it's because the recent events are too disturbing, but Zhou Tang finds himself in a long-lost dream state, and the dreams are all about the past - to be precise, it was when he met Xia Shigang thing.

That wasn't a very pleasant memory—because at the beginning, it could be said that he was tricked into boarding a pirate ship by Xia Shi.He will always remember the scene when they met for the first time: in the exhaustion of writing and the frustration of stand-alone computer, he came across a fantasy world paved with words. With hidden words, the beauty is like a light dream.

And he—he really thought it was an illusion created by his cultivation of immortality at that time, and he was still thinking foolishly in his mind, "The ancients do not deceive me, people really see angels before they die suddenly."Xin said that writing a manuscript until sudden death is considered a heroic act, not to mention seeing such a dreamy scene before death is also considered worthwhile, so he was full of one point of shock, two points of fascination, three points of self-pity, and the remaining five points were all In a ignorant mood, he said to Xia Shi, "Okay, I am willing".

I didn't react until I finished speaking, what do you want?

Did the man on the other side say anything to him just now?Didn't pay attention at all.

However, it was too late—the moment the words were spoken, the contract was made, and he had already been honorably selected as the number one typist in the summer time.

——Frankly speaking, this is not a good job, at least in the eyes of Zhou Tang at the time.This means that he has to constantly collect a lot of real stories for this guy who knows he is unpopular but suddenly jumps out like a prince living among the people, and then compiles, polishes, and prints.There is no doubt that this greatly squeezed his own writing time.

"What's wrong with that?" Facing his dissatisfaction, this monster named Xia Shi was actually quite calm, "You are writing for me, and writing for those readers is also writing. You write for them, ten times a day Hundreds of thousands of words may not be able to receive a single comment, writing for me, I can give a timely response to each chapter. No matter how you think about it, it is more cost-effective to write for me.”

Damn you... Zhou Tang cursed secretly in his heart, took a lot of effort to swallow these four words, and then argued: "I don't write for anyone. I only write for myself .”

"That's your own idea." Xia Shi glanced at him, put down the A4 paper in his hand, kicked his legs, flexibly controlled the swivel chair to slide from the desk to the dining table, and picked up the grapes that Zhou Tang bought on the table: " The grapes are good, much sweeter than that story of yours—not that the one you just gave me was too sour."

"That's not a story, it's just my record of real events." Zhou Tang said curiously, "And it's not very sour... Although I can't taste the taste of the story, no matter how I think about it, it can't be sour. That was HE."

"It's still the same sentence, this is just your own idea." Xia Shi said.Zhou Tang was puzzled, and asked, but Xia Shi just smiled, and the smile became more and more blurred until it merged with the background, and then disappeared, rippling away like water waves.

What was the story that Xia Shi told?Zhou Tang can't remember clearly.He only remembered that he had indeed written such a story, and it was indeed suitable for the summer time to have such a conversation. If his memory is correct, his dislike of summer time reached its peak after that——If you have a neighbor, You eat your food and drink your food every day, and you are responsible for everything from grocery shopping to washing dishes. He also has to pick and choose every meal, and you will find him annoying.

But what's strange is that even during the time when he was most impatient, he never had the idea of ​​leaving Xia Shi behind, even if the other party kept emphasizing "If you don't want to go, I won't "Stop you" is a white lotus tune—he can't explain why, he obviously hates the neighbors' eating, drinking and poisonous comments, but he still buys and cooks without complaint, and always wants to make the dishes better than before. good.

Maybe he still can't let it go in his heart, maybe there is still a little bit of stubbornness that refuses to admit defeat... Zhou Tang thought so vaguely, his consciousness sank into a deeper dream, and another scene unfolded in front of his eyes.

Still in his small and dark room, Xia Shi was sitting at his computer desk, reading his novel with great interest.And he himself was dragging the ground, with his eyelids downcast as if he didn't care much, but his eyes drifted to Xia Shi's face from time to time, with a sneaky expression, trying to catch clues about his mood from the corners of his eyes and mouth, and his ears were always In a state of readiness, waiting to be attacked by all negative comments-he even has a plan for counterattack.As long as Xia Shi dared to say any comments that he didn't like to hear, no matter where he started from, he would reply immediately.

However, in fact, from the beginning to the end, Xia Shi didn't say anything - he just read the words carefully without saying a word.Although Zhou Tang became more and more flustered because of his long reading, even his cheeks were hot.

It wasn't until Zhou Tang was really tired that he couldn't drag it anymore, and was about to put the mop that was almost bald in the bathroom, that he finally bit his nails and said slowly: "Actually, personally, I I still like your novels."

Zhou Tang stopped abruptly.

"Your kind, how should I put it, is actually a 'private novel*'." Xia Shi said, "Although it is not the No.1 title, I can feel that you are describing yourself and the people around you. You put everything into your story. There is a saying that a novel whose author 'exposes himself directly*' is a private novel. From this point of view, yours is indeed a private novel. But again not completely……"

He turned his head suddenly, and stared straight at Zhou Tang with his dark eyes: "You hide yourself too deeply."

Zhou Tang was stunned.Whether it's Zhou Tang at this moment, or Zhou Tang who came back from the dream - the same words, no matter how many times you hear them, your heart will tremble.

"Your novels seem to be often called 'obscure', right?" Xia Shi ignored him and said to himself, "'Pretentious', 'Chaos', 'Unintelligible', 'A tiger can't be turned back' Canine Stream of Consciousness'... It's no wonder, because you always want to hide yourself-normal people write novels, no matter what, they always hope that others will understand? Only when they understand, can they understand, Only then will there be liking and appreciation. As for you, you have divided yourself into fragments and put them into the text, and you are afraid that others will see it, so you unconsciously use layer after layer of words to cover up, set up obstacles, and block Your readers move forward—tsk, how should I put it, although I haven’t seen it before, but there are quite a few of you who are as extreme as you. On the one hand, you want people to see and understand yourself, and you want to show yourself Presented in front of the readers; on the one hand, they are so afraid of being discovered, that they even need to use words to add an enchantment—”

His fingers tapped the table lightly, and his voice suddenly became a little distant: "Inferiority and pride, honesty and hypocrisy, naive and vigilant, I really don't know what to say about you, should I say that you are indeed a literati..."

Zhou Tang himself didn't know what to say.A long-lost sigh suddenly sounded from the bottom of his heart, flowing like a stream, and there was a slight dampness in the passage; suddenly he felt a force pulling him out, he was clearly in a dream, but he could clearly see it. Feeling the trembling of the eyelids, the world in front of him suddenly fell apart, and after the fragmentation, it became a ball again, pushing Zhou Tang's consciousness upwards.

At the moment when he was about to wake up, Zhou Tang vaguely heard Xia Shi's distant voice in his ear—"But there is one thing you must not forget. Many of the original intentions of writing are due to loneliness. And when no one responds to the written words, the loneliness will be magnified a thousand times, and the loneliness that is too large——will attract monsters.”

Zhou Tang suddenly opened his eyes.

Above his head is the familiar ceiling - he fell asleep on the sofa at Hang Yiwei's house again.

After rubbing his face, he sat up, and saw Xia Shi sitting on the desk next to him at a glance - he was still the same three-inch-tall little man, sitting with his legs folded with displeasure on his face , with his back resting on the thick spine of a dictionary.Around him, there are many supplementary books, ranging from pinyin readers to Chinese textbooks for the third grade of primary school, which seem to be useless no matter what they look at.

At this time, it has been two days since Zhou Tang woke up at Hang Yiwei's house last time.

In the past two days, almost everyone was troubled by the same thing, that is, the problem of literacy in summer time.

Yes, Xia Shi, as a book spirit, he suddenly became illiterate - not only Chinese characters, but also English.No one knows why, but it's clearly not good news.

Xia Shi can't even replenish energy by himself now - all his spiritual power is supplied by Zhou Tang's wood spirits in turn.Hang Yiwei and Ling San helped him find a way, found a lot of teaching materials and videos for him to study, bought a reading machine, and personally taught the summer time pinyin, but the result was not only useless, but made the summer time even more irritable Well, now he's like a little wild cat, biting anyone who bothers him.

However, Zhou Tang still leaned forward, with the consciousness of being bitten.

Xia Shi raised his eyelids and looked at him unhappily: "What are you doing here?"

Zhou Tang: "I have something to tell you."

Xia Shi: "Let's go, I don't want you to teach me."

"I'm not here to teach you how to read." Zhou Tang couldn't laugh or cry, "I really have something to tell you."

Xia Shi looked at him for a while, put his leg up, and pressed his arm on it: "Okay, tell me."

"Hmm..." Zhou Tang hesitated when he really wanted to speak.After a while, he said, "Let's put it this way—Xia Shi, do you still remember what you told me?"