The house is money, the story is life

At the same time, in the ward on the fifth floor of the old building of the nursing home.

The emaciated man in hospital gown sat on the edge of the bed, calmly looking at his old humming computer.A blue light flickered on the screen, and a figure was struggling to crawl out, with a posture like Sadako.

Maybe he should cut off the power first, while the other party still has half of his body in the computer - Jing Yu didn't think about it very seriously, and was amused by this thought.He obviously didn't take the guy who got out of the computer like Sadako seriously. After laughing, he still sat there so quietly, with curiosity in his eyes and mockery in the corner of his mouth.

Finally, the man was poking from the chest up—a tragedy.Because the computer was placed very close to the edge of the table, he leaned out and his hands had almost no point of support. In addition to the height of the computer table, he quickly fell down because of the top-heavy, with a "boom", The sound is quite loud.

The owner of the computer "tsk tsk" twice in his heart.This was probably the worst Sadako he had ever seen.

Zhou Tang groaned, got up from the ground in a hurry, covered his nose with one hand, and his fingers were a little red.Jing Yu pointed to the side of the computer desk: "There are tissues."

"Thank you." Zhou Tang mumbled and walked over quickly.

"I know you're coming back to look for me, but I didn't expect it to be this way." Jing Yu said with a calm face, but he couldn't help but sneer in his tone, "Except for using the Internet, you can't think of it." Have you come up with a better way to appear? Or do you feel that the roles in these chapters of Zero Three are too few, and you must find a way to add a sense of presence to him? With all due respect, the supporting role in the first volume is only a supporting role, and the shaping is not considered outstanding. Cai, a natural passer-by character, no matter how you take care of her, that’s all. If I were you, I’d rather hold the wooden comb that can only kill people, the dark loli or something, it’s more interesting.”

Zhou Tang was busy stopping the bleeding and ignored him.

Jingyu waited for a while, but before he got an answer, he said again: "Actually, I personally prefer the mature woman type like Su Xian, so it's better to add a little edge to the scene. Although Lolita is very cute, the restrictions are a bit big after all... But Your portrayal of Su Xian is too bad, he is even stranger than Ling San, very flat, what a pity, this kind of beautiful and slightly melancholy young woman, if well designed, will be very pleasing..."

Zhou Tang pinched his nose with his hand, pinched it for a while, and then let go, but there were still signs of bleeding in frustration.He wiped it off with a tissue, continued to pinch his nose, and still didn't look back.

The corners of Jingyu's lips stiffened for a moment, but still maintained a slight upward curve.He glanced out of the window, then at the wall, waited for a while, and said again: "Actually, if I were to write, I would definitely be more inclined to build a big triangle of Su Xian, Run'an, and Jing Yao. Or Su Xian, Su Xia, and Xie Shaosong... But compared to Su Xia, Run'an, who is obviously a loyal dog, is more pleasing. If Jing Yao is added, two or two single arrows, the blood is everywhere... Readers will Like this."

Zhou Tang let out a "huh", relieved to find that the bleeding had finally stopped, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Jing Yu's expression was no longer pretty.He cleared his throat, coughed twice, and said: "When it comes to the big triangle, I think of the group that appeared in the plot of Luo Mozhong. To be honest, there are too few developments in that group, and The shape is very thin, and it does not show the essence of the big triangle that sees and sees in a stable way. Instead, it always gives people the feeling of watching a simplified version of a low-level palace fight. It is too plastic... Dog blood, your master's favorite is not Is it dog blood? Why don’t you have the slightest awareness of sprinkling dog blood? In the ending of Luo Mozhong, you can completely write one to death, so that there will be the effect of white moonlight and rice grains..."

This time, Zhou Tang finally had some big reactions.He let out a long sigh and whispered "My God".

Stormy's chatter was interrupted.He looked at Zhou Tang and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I was cheated by Xia Shi." Zhou Tang said, turned around, and ran the paper ball in his hand into the wastebasket, "He never told me that you are so talkative."

Jing Yu was startled, then smiled indifferently, raised his legs and said, "Then you know now."

Zhou Tang nodded tiredly, and said again: "But it's easy to understand, after all, after staying here for so long... besides the doctors and nurses, are the spirits? It's really hard work."

He spoke slowly, walked to the diagonally opposite Jingyu, pulled the chair in front of the computer desk, turned around lightly, and brought it under him, "To be honest, your spirit is actually not a big problem, right?" ?If that’s the case, why not consider living outside? Staying here, there’s not even anyone who can talk properly.”

"Is there anyone who can speak well when you go out?" Jing Yu curled up the corners of his mouth and looked at Zhou Tang like an idiot, "It's really beautiful. There is no difference between outside and here. Everyone lives in their own In the world, things that are so shallow and narrow, and things that have nothing to do with them, even if you yell out your throat, no one will bother you. In comparison, it is better here, at least those doctors sometimes pretend to listen in. But they are all too stupid, I am not happy to talk to them, they pretend to understand, it is very boring."

"So you wrote the story into the soul of the spirit, and used this method to vent?" Zhou Tang asked, "You force others to accept your story like this? Why, Jingyu? Do you think you have few readers?"

"Readers? That's a subtle and interesting creature. The communication of words is pure enough that you can seem to touch their souls directly, but it's just as if—they only read what they like, and only understand what they want to understand. After all, they can't see through you, and you can't see through them. So, I prefer to write a story on the soul. I convey a story clearly, and the other party accepts it completely. He will listen to whatever I say , There will be no misunderstandings, no clever answers, how good? There are no middlemen to make the difference."

Speaking of this, Jing Yu seemed to find it very interesting, and smiled lightly.Zhou Tang didn't smile, but just looked at him quietly, with thought in his eyes and confusion on his face: "There will be a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, I think this is common sense."

"I know this sentence." Jingyu raised his chin slightly, "but I refuse to accept it."

Zhou Tang's fingers crossed together, forming a nice shape on his legs: "This sounds a bit paranoid - what exactly do you want, Jingyu?"

There was a strange smile on Jing Yu's face, and Zhou Tang said again: "Or should I call you——Han Biluo?"

The smile on Jing Yu's face disappeared.But only for a moment, the corners of his lips raised again: "I thought you didn't remember me anymore."

"I didn't remember it at first, but it's been a while. I saw it when Xia Shi was trying to 'find' you from other people's stories." Zhou Tang said, "We should have found out about the 'pen falling in a storm'."

"Really? It's a pity, I even left a foreshadowing for it." Jingyu said, and raised his chin towards the door, "Outside, that pirated summer time, did you see it? I did it myself. His body The blue sweater was also bought at that time, which is exactly the same as the one worn in summer... I thought you found it."

Zhou Tang didn't answer this question, and asked instead: "May I ask, the purpose of your rush at that time was——shouldn't it be to deliver props for us?"

"Just to take a look." Han Biluo admitted generously, "At that time, I just learned the story of the Book of Immortality, and I was very curious."

"That is to say... an inspection?" Zhou Tang raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Almost. At that time, I thought that this book spirit had a bad temper and was not easy to raise, so I thought about getting one myself. But now, it seems that the original version is better." Han Biluo said indifferently, not caring at all Zhou Tang frowned gradually because of his words, "So, this is a man who should not be too whimsical. When it is time to be realistic, it should be more realistic."

"..." Zhou Tang opened his mouth, then closed it silently.Speechless, the other party's gesture and tone really made him speechless.

"Xia Shi is still a child." After a long time, he finally found his voice, "I came here to talk to you about this——Xia Shi wants to grow up quietly, and I hope you will stop looking for him Trouble him, or he will come over and blow you up. These are his exact words."

"Then let him come over." Han Biluo waved his finger, "If you have anything to say, come over and say it yourself. I am willing to communicate with anyone, but that doesn't mean I am willing to listen to nonsense from a megaphone."

"Even if this megaphone can tell you stories?" Zhou Tang asked leisurely.

Han Biluo raised his eyes slightly: "What story?"

"A story about a writer." Zhou Tang replied, "A story about a writer called 'The Immortal's Down to Earth'."