The house is money, the story is life

Zhou Tang can guarantee that when he said this, his tone would definitely be fine-although it can't be said to be affectionate and tender, but it will never make people feel uncomfortable or even want to hit someone.

But as I said before, Xia Shi's condition in the past two days has not been very good - the result of his poor condition is that he is not in a good mood either.

So facing Zhou Tang's eyes full of encouragement and enlightenment, instead of feeling anything, his tone was full of impatience: "I don't know what you said, I don't remember anyway."

"..." Zhou Tang reflected for a while, and felt that he hadn't made it clear.So he added, "That's when we first met, about a week or so ago. When you were reading my novel, you gave me a review..."

"Obscure? Pretentious?" Xia Shi seemed to remember a little bit, "Chaotic, incomprehensible, drawing a tiger is not the stream of consciousness of an anti-dog..."

"..." Zhou Tang tried his best to control his expression, "Well, yes, there are these. But I didn't mean them..."

"Pretending to be profound, poor writing, insufficient writing power, the plot is bloody and fluffy, the setting is flawed, logically contradictory, the character design is not likable, the characters are fine, the male protagonist Jack Su, the female protagonist Bai Lianhua, the boss has no IQ, The suspense set up is meaningless, and the whole text is full of urine..."

Xia Shi chanted the scriptures above with a blank expression, then raised his face and looked at Zhou Tang innocently: "That's all I remember. Which one are you referring to?"

Zhou Tang: "..."

He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again.After working hard for a while, he found his voice: "I don't remember you saying this before."

"That's probably what I said in my heart." Xia Shi's expression was very calm.

Zhou Tang: "...you said you liked my work..."

After thinking about it for a while, Xia Shi decided to take care of his typist's emotions.So he skipped the topic decisively: "So what are you trying to tell me?"

"No, are you happy or not... Forget it, pretend I didn't ask." Zhou Tang exhaled, lowered his body, and looked at Xia Shi seriously: "What I want to ask is, do you still remember that you once Criticized me and made the text into an enchantment."

Xia Shi stared at him, his brows gradually frowned, and there were thin traces between his brows: "I remember, what's wrong?"

"I'm thinking about one thing—does the text count as the story itself? It shouldn't. It's just a bridge to the story, but sometimes it can also be a barrier." Zhou Tang said, "What really makes you grow is not Words, but stories, right? So have you ever considered going beyond that layer of words and directly touching the story itself?"

Xia Shi stared at him for a while, then tentatively said, "You mean, don't tell me to listen to audiobooks?"

"That's fine, but I'm not referring to this kind..." Zhou Tang didn't know what to say, "Whether it's the voice or the words, they are just the carrier of the story. Ordinary people may only use these carriers to tell the story." Experience the story, but you are different. Since you can read the words written on the soul through the consciousness of the spirit body, why can't you also pass through that layer of words?"

Summer time is silent.He stared at Zhou Tang for a longer time, staring at him until the hairs in his heart.After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth: "I don't know what you think of me, Zhou Tang. But I am a spirit, a book spirit, not something that can be evolved at will. I rely on words, just Can you live without air as you do with air?"

Zhou Tang was silent for a moment, then asked him: "Maybe that's just your own idea?"

Xia Shi didn't plan to talk to him anymore.He got up, took out two napkins from the paper box, folded them and hugged them in his arms, climbed into an overturned candy jar, put one paper napkin under his body and covered the other, closed his eyes, and fell asleep. up.

Zhou Tang touched his nose, stopped disturbing him, got up and left.

"Actually, I think your idea is quite interesting." Ten minutes later, in the kitchen of Hang Yiwei's house, Ling San responded after listening to Zhou Tang's narration.When he said this, he was still peeling edamame. Zhou Tang moved a small mat and sat opposite him to help peel together. Okay, let’s look at Xia Shi. Since he said it can’t be done, it’s useless no matter how interesting it is.”

"Why can't it work?" Ling San asked back, "I don't know what kind of 'book spirit' exists, but I know that Mr. Xia Shi is definitely different from them—I heard Mr. Hang said that he originally It’s just a book without words, with a name and nothing else, and it’s only because of obsession and unwillingness that it turns into a spirit. Words are something he never owned, isn’t it?”

"But he really grew up because he absorbed words." Zhou Tang said.He also couldn't explain what was going on with him, obviously he was the one who advised Xia Shi not to be obsessed with words anymore, but now facing the argument supported by Zero Three, he couldn't help but stand on Xia Shi's side, instead emphasizing The necessity of words has been eliminated.

Zero Three summed it up very succinctly: "You have been tamed too thoroughly by him."

"Really?" Zhou Tang smiled, noncommittal, lowered his head and continued to peel the edamame.Zero Three thought for a while, then said: "Speaking of which, I've always been curious about one thing. You should be an ordinary person, right? Why are you with Mr. Xia Shi?"

"I don't know what he's looking for in me." Zhou Tang smiled, "He's looking for me all of a sudden?"

Zero Three: "Huh? Did you find me suddenly?"

"Well, one night, just after I finished writing the update, he suddenly appeared in front of me, and he added a lot of special effects before he appeared..." Zhou Tang recalled, shaking his head, "In his words, the reason why I chose me because I saw my novel on the Internet, read it, felt that I had no future for writing novels, wanted to do good deeds, and provided me with an opportunity to write; sometimes I would say that after reading the novel, I thought I'm a good fit—who knows? Anyway, it's come to me all of a sudden."

"Is that why you are with him so logically?" Ling San asked curiously, "The other party is not even human, so you accept it with peace of mind?"

"It's not a matter of peace of mind. I was quite resistant at the beginning." Zhou Tang said, "Xia Shi, no matter whether he blooms or not, the essence of his poisonous tongue remains the same, and sometimes he likes to play tricks when he speaks. I was very supportive at first. I didn't wait to see him. Until later, he helped me..."

"Help you?" Ling San's action of peeling the beans slowed down unknowingly, "What did you do?"

"I...brought a monster." Zhou Tang smiled awkwardly, "Actually, he saved me rather than helping me, although I still don't quite understand what happened at that time... "

After he finished speaking, he stopped, thinking carefully about how to tell Ling San about this simple and rough emotional drama but a little bit of the past.Unexpectedly, his voice fell, and before the first sentence of the belly draft was formed, he suddenly heard a "bang", and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground resounded in the living room.Zhou Tang and Ling San looked at each other, got up hurriedly and rushed over. When they came to the door of the living room, they saw a transparent jar rolling towards them. It was empty, only two folded small napkins ——Zhou Tang recognized it, this is the candy jar that Xia Shi crawled into to rest just now.

Here's the jar, so... what about summer time?

Zhou Tang suddenly became flustered, his eyes eagerly searched the room, not letting go of a corner.But Ling San yelled in surprise, raised his finger and pointed out the window, his face was not very good-looking; Zhou Tang followed and looked over, his face turned pale.

The windows are wide open, with neat borders, framing a sky in it.An eagle-like animal was flying in the sky on that side, holding a small, white shadow on its feet.Zhou Tang stared wide-eyed, rushed to the window, looked again and again, and finally confirmed that the dangling thing hanging on the bird's paw was clearly Xia Shi!