Ruyizhai

Wu Xingchen looked at the person in front of him, unable to speak for a long time, firstly because he couldn't believe it, he hadn't washed his face, his hair was messed up...

Wu Xingchen said: "Don't mess with me... I just..." He looked to the left, right, and behind him, then turned around again, facing the unwashed girl with messy hair The person frowned slightly, and said: "So my creator, the author of this book, is so ordinary..."

The author blinked and wanted to speak, but was robbed by Ruyizhai. He leaned over to the author, looked at the screen of the popular laptop computer in the 21st century she was facing, and looked at the two LCD monitors behind the laptop screen. screen, squeezed his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"

The author said: "Ugh, ready to start writing today's update..."

Ruyizhai stared at the laptop screen, and read line by line: "After a while, Wu Xingchen tied him up and got out, and he looked at the cave behind him. Rainy day. Go kill Consummation, kill that Clone. The trajectory of life is completely changed..."

Wu Xingchen was shocked, the author smiled and said: "This is just an intention, there are still many possibilities for your story."

Wu Xingchen frowned even tighter: "As the story progresses, doesn't the fate of the characters only go to a certain predetermined ending?"

The author scratched his hair and looked left and right: "Uh, well, oops, generally speaking, but you can jump out and come to the author. Of course, your story has infinite possibilities."

Ruyizhai pushed the author, and the author's hand accidentally touched the mouse of the desktop computer, and the two LCD screens lit up. Ruyizhai glanced at the author: "You are not writing, you are browsing a shopping website, please Readers are still waiting for the update, today is Monday, you update it every day from Monday to Friday, right?"

The author said: "Well, I'm just using the desire to consume to stimulate the desire to create."

Ruyizhai said: "Can you remove that er, it's a fee."

The author smiled and nodded, saying yes frequently. She looked at Ruyizhai and Wu Xingchen, and said, "Sit down, since you are here, we can talk about your own future expectations, what do you think about your situation here?" If you want me to improve, I can also arrange it."

Ruyizhai found a chair and sat down, and said, "Are you actually thinking about today's update?"

The author smiled, Ruyizhai asked her: "Is this your study?"

Wu Xingchen asked her: "What's the theme of this movie?"

The author leans back in the computer chair and says, "I don't know."

Wu Xingchen turned pale with shock: "You are the author, what is the subject you don't know?" He looked at the desk and grabbed a thick open notebook on the table.Really notebook.Not a laptop.He clattered and flipped through the pages: "Is this the notebook you drafted? Is it about this story? And the table of contents..." Wu Xingchen lowered his head and read: ""Love God Blinks", "Thursday at 04:30 pm ", "His Part", "Ruyi Zhai", "Visit, 1999"..."

The author interrupted him: "Except for Ruyizhai, they were all written under another pseudonym," she said, propping her chin, "you made public the name I haven't started writing yet."

Ruyi Zhai laughed: "Then it's just a good time for you to advertise."

Wu Xingchen was still flipping through the notebook: "What is another pseudonym? Why do you want so many pseudonyms? I found it, Ruyizhai!"

The author said: "Because I occasionally want to try other styles, but because I have been writing for a long time, when others see my pen name, they will naturally think about my experience, whether it is my own or someone else's impression after reading it. , They think they know everything about me after reading one article I wrote, I am stereotyped by them, they will welcome me and reject me, but one article is not everything about an author.”

Wu Xingchen read: "Ruyizhai's hair is shaved extremely short, that's for wearing all kinds of wigs, Ruyizhai's lips are always very red, that's because he has to reapply his lipstick every hour..." His voice became softer, and he raised his head to look at the author: "What is this? Besides, doesn't an author only have one language style and only focus on one type?"

Ruyizhai laughed out loud, and the author laughed too: "This is the original setting, so don't look for it, there is nothing you're looking for in this book."

Wu Xingchen said: "Then our thinking is correct? All the stories that have happened are completed after ten years. Did you originally plan to write about my return to the war camp in ten years?"

The author nodded and said: "Originally you went through the wall and found Ruyizhai. This is a metaphor for breaking the fourth wall. Oh, some readers may comment after seeing this, like "London Life", like "Deadpool" "Ah, but this tradition has existed for a long time. Ever since there was a creator, there has been a fourth wall, and the dialogue between readers and authors has been filmed long ago..." The author's eyes dimmed, "You You're right, all I have is a parody of a movie I've seen, but yeah, how can one imitate a movie... doomed to fail, doomed to nothing."

Wu Xingchen put down the notebook, looked at Ruyizhai, Ruyizhai shrugged and spread his hands, Wu Xingchen comforted the author softly: "Maybe this is your personal characteristic..."

The author sneered: "Features?"

Suddenly her body was covered with tags, and Wu Xingchen couldn't see her anymore.He exclaimed: "It will happen here too??"

Ruyizhai tilted his head, but did not answer.

"She can't seem to breathe!" Wu Xingchen hurriedly picked off the label on the author.What romance, style of writing, what sickness, long-winded, boring, what sense of imagery, what brain hole, strange, stream of consciousness.After all the labels were removed, Wu Xingchen looked at the author panting, the author yawned and said, "You are such a kind person, you should be the kindest character I have ever written."

Ruyizhai sneered, and the author hurriedly said: "You are the most beautiful character I have ever written, so beautiful that I can't imagine or describe it."

Ruyizhai returned to his seat, flipped through some books at hand, and said, "That's because your imagination is poor, and your vocabulary is even poorer."

Wu Xingchen said: "Since there are readers watching, it can't be said to be a failure... After all, this is something without a theme, and it is difficult for people to concentrate on something without a theme."

The author nodded: "It makes sense, just like everyone likes to go to theme parks." She hurriedly explained, "I'm not implying Martin Scorsese's statement that Marvel movies are all theme parks, I love them too. Going to theme parks, I also love to watch Marvel movies, really, the first Avengers is my five-star movie on Douban.”

Ruyi Zhaiha laughed, and the author said helplessly: "I'm serious... I don't know, I may never be able to write something like that, I'm not comparing it to a movie, a movie can tell you a lot Things, if you use text as a lens, the text is too cumbersome, too trivial, too unfocused... the text will make people unimaginable."

Wu Xingchen said: "But words will also give people more room for imagination."

The author nodded and said: "Yes, so in the story of Ruyizhai, in the 31st century, the language was washed, and therefore the thoughts were washed."

Ruyi Zhai read: "So they tried their best to eliminate all the adjectives like 'Germanic' and 'Germany' in the text." He glanced at the book cover: ""Archives: A Personal History"."

Ruyizhai said: "You'd better stop selling your second-hand theories."

The author said: "It's kind of a vision...and this is the book I started reading after I finished the setting...you better stop quoting other people's texts in the paid space, or the water-filled tags will fall from the sky .”

Wu Xingchen looked at the ceiling: "What do you mean by injecting water?"

Ruyizhai said: "It's what we are doing now, the plot is not helpful to the progress of the story, the dialogue between the characters is meaningless, the author's inspiration is exhausted, but in order to cope with the daily updates, the things written by rushing ducks to the shelves .”

The author said at this time: "In fact, this is like a reality show. Everyone thinks that a reality show has a script. Of course there is a script, but it is just a general process. Everything is waiting for you to make them happen."

Ruyizhai said: "You are so blunt."

The author handed the laptop to Wu Xingchen and said, "I don't know if this is the theme you want, maybe it can give you some inspiration for what you want to do next."

"Attention! Western grammar!" Ruyizhai said.The author leaned back on the chair: "Should I start reading "A Dream of Red Mansions"? Do you know that I have only finished reading the four major novels "Water Margin"?"

"Readers definitely don't want to know that they are talking nonsense about someone who hasn't even read all the four great classics, which is too low for their own cultural self-cultivation." Ruyizhai said, "So this study room is where the author and the characters can say whatever they want. Is there room to say anything?"

"I don't know, maybe it is." The author said, looking around.

Ruyizhai threw away the book, stood up, and paced the room: "Why don't you know anything?"

Wu Xingchen read: "The way to understand oneself is through death, so there is also a breath of death.

"If you don't like it, not watching it is also a kind of passive escape. If you don't understand it, what you see and know will gradually become narrower. People will become narrower.

"All crimes committed on earth have only one motive, irrepressible insanity, madness, hysteria caused by homelessness and mood sickness.

"Repeated words, punctuation marks instead of emotional expressions. Symptoms of dizziness after consecutive books. Had to be sent to the doctor, checked books, took virus samples, found the source of this language plague, and finally they found that there were several words , a combination of several story types, in order to cure this disease, a new order must be promoted globally."

Wu Xingchen said: "These sentences you gave me... seem to lack logical connections."

"Yes, my main job is to connect these ideas that seem to be lacking in connection with dialogue and scene transitions."

Ruyizhai rummaged through the DVD rack: "Here we go again, the movie set."

Wu Xingchen smiled at the author: "Don't worry, he is like this, sometimes he is a little mean..."

"I knew him, and I created his meanness," the author said.

Ruyi Zhai said: "My meanness comes from your meanness."

The author said: "Don't say these things that will misunderstand readers, they will think that I am substituting myself!"

"Isn't writing about decomposing, diluting, and reconciling yourself into characters?" Ruyizhai began to rummage through the vinyl record racks again.

The author and Wu Xingchen said in unison: "That's an experiment!"

Ruyizhai turned around and smiled at them, the author and Wu Xingchen were a little embarrassed.Wu Xingchen scratched his cheek, and said to the author, "I have a question."

He asked: "What is that black tower by the elm tree of the Observatory? Is there any special meaning?"

The author said: "A very good question, you must have asked many questions in the hearts of readers."

Ruyizhai said: "Then I also have a question, is this he or be? Are Ruyizhai and Wu Xingchen a couple? Who attacks and who suffers?"

The author held his forehead: "I don't know."

"You started writing without knowing this?" Ruyi Zhai was aggressive, "If you be, will you refund the money?"

"What I'm saying is that I don't know what that black tower is for, I know it symbolizes a kind of meaninglessness," the author said.

Wu Xingchen said: "Meaninglessness is eternal..."

The author nodded and said: "Significance creates vitality, but only meaninglessness, the disorder of life, meaninglessness, and a sudden stop are eternal."

Wu Xingchen took a picture of the author: "This is the theme of this movie!"

The author looked at Wu Xingchen, a little desperate: "This is all my theme."

Wu Xingchen hurriedly said: "Don't be too sad, it's no big deal if you don't have a theme, and it's no big deal to keep describing the same theme."

"I'm not sad, I don't feel distressed, it's just that I fell into the trap of a label I don't like..." The author still looked at Wu Xingchen, still a little desperate.Just have some."I can tell you that your kindness comes from my readers," she said.

Ruyizhai said loudly: "It's about to begin, a murderer's monologue." He blocked his ears with his hair and pulled out a Beatles album.

"Yellow Submarine".

The author said: "Yellow Submarine again, it appeared in another book under my pen name, you are right, an author has only one language style, only focuses on one type, my preferences have been finalized There is no way for me to make any changes anymore, and no new universe will be born from me."

So, now, again and again, play Yellow Submarine.

The author said: "I don't even feel like I'm an author, I never call myself that word on social networks, I say I'm a writer, I write some stuff, some stories, other than that I'm an eavesdropper Crazy, paranoid, I eavesdrop on other people's conversations on the bus, on the subway, on the road, in restaurants, eavesdrop on other people's lives, delusional about their lives, and arrange plots for them, you know what I like to do when I am studying What? I got on a bus full of people, and I started looking at everyone, wondering where everyone would get off, and who would get off at the next stop, so I could stand there Get a seat on the side."

The author looked at the label on the desk: "What writing skills do I have? My knowledge of characters is limited, and my cultural level is too limited. I should read ancient poems, read a lot of ancient poems, and watch less movies. I wrote it more than ten years ago. I started to write, my life is always full of 3-minute enthusiasm, only writing this matter persisted, probably because the online platform has a high tolerance for any type, it is very free, it can almost be said There is no threshold, it may be out of a narcissistic psychology, I am very happy to think that someone likes to read the stories I write, but gradually, I am confused by this feeling of being praised and loved by others, and I try to Get more adulation and love for writing some of your favorite stories."

Ruyizhai interjected: "Why did it suddenly become a monologue to the readers? Are we just a tool for you to introduce the monologue?"

The author looked at Ruyizhai: "Characters were once my tools. I imagined labels and plots that would be popular for them, but they were not widely welcomed. Regardless of readers’ preferences, it’s just that my ability is limited, and I can’t write stories that many readers like. This is my problem. So I started to write stories that satisfy my own preferences, becoming more and more self-conscious, and more and more fearful. The fear lies in such stories There are still people who read it, and some people like it. The readers are too fraternal and kind. The fear is that they think I deserve to be loved by more people. My narcissism surged up again. I even think that my words have paid off. The qualifications of the prints, but things are not like this... I don’t care about bad reviews, bad reviews, criticisms, good reviews are naturally very happy to read, but bad reviews, haha, it’s good to have reviews, which means that someone has read it. Readers really feel Very full, I will hate you to the bone because of a character you wrote, and I will be sincere to you because of a character you wrote, praise you with better words than your writing, and praise you, sometimes I feel the world The world is full of gods, fairy love, fairy writing, everything in the world is beautiful, beautiful love, the world is full of people who cut off their hands and heads to do pyramid schemes, there is no meaning of ridicule, of course, this passage is likely to be misunderstood. Screenshots are used to keep evidence, and the meaning is taken out of context, but isn’t it just that different people took the same text out of context? It’s no big deal.”

Ruyizhai said: "You have made a lot of calculations. This is a paid chapter. If others want to take it out of context, they have to contribute a subscription fee first."

The author said: "My fear is also that I am afraid of being denied by an authority. I am afraid of submitting a manuscript and publishing it. The fear is that I can't write new things. I keep going over and over again. Before the readers get bored, I am already bored. But I still want to write, I want to write some stories, not to tell some truths, to tell some life insights, my vision is narrow, my thoughts are superficial, and I hate preaching, I just want to tell some stories.”

Ruyizhai interjected again: "Can you speak human language? Why are you so insincere even in your monologue? Is this the commonality of criminals?"

The author said: "I'm not good at talking..."

Wu Xingchen said: "I understand, you have encountered a creative bottleneck, are you a little confused?"

The author smiled: "I'm not lost or confused. I just want to tell you that you can do whatever you want. Why do you leave your fate to the author? The author will only be led around by his own limited cognition. , since you can come here, it means that you can break your self-cognition. In this case, then do whatever you want. I can’t give you the answer. You can explore by yourself, and you can love each other. , or you don’t have to love each other, I won’t intervene, this is not giving up on myself, I am thinking, this may bring some new things... I can’t give readers, I can’t give myself new things, maybe you can bring something new. Give me."

The author seemed very excited, gearing up, Wu Xingchen looked at Ruyi Zhai: "Then what should we do now?"

He looked at his laptop: "Go back?"

The author asked Wu Xingchen: "Or do you want to stay here? The story can continue to happen in the 21st century, that's not bad. What kind of plot will the characters of the 31st century come to the 21st century? Do you want to go outside now to see Huh? Now that we're social distancing, ahh! Isn't that what you guys are doing in the 31st century!"

The author stood up and walked around the room, muttering: "Do you want this event to remain in the memory of mankind in the 31st century? Will it cause any negative emotions? This will involve the truth of the 31st century...but the 31st century What kind of image do they appear in? Like smog? Wu Xingchen is aging rapidly because he doesn’t adapt to the natural environment of the 21st century? Will he die from lack of oxygen within 1 minute?”

Wu Xingchen pulled up Ruyizhai and jumped into the laptop.

They went back to the fireplace again, Wu Xingchen patted his chest, Ruyizhai asked him: "You don't think she will really write you to death, do you?"

Wu Xingchen said, "Just in case!"

Ruyizhai sighed, "You have fallen into her trap."

"What do you mean?"

Ruyizhai looked at the readers.Or readers.

"You don't really think that the person we met just now is the author? You don't really think those words are the author's monologue, do you?"

Wu Xingchen asked again: "What do you mean?"

Ruyi Zhai raised a finger: "First of all, the whole story is in the third person. Secondly, just kidding, how can someone be covered with labels in real life?"

Wu Xingchen swallowed his saliva, raised his shoulders to look around, and asked, "Did you find out a long time ago? Why didn't you say it?"

"Because I don't know what her intentions are in setting up such a scene, I want to know the answer."

"So... we can't enter the space where she is at all?"

"Because we don't exist in her space."

"So do you have an answer?"

"There is an answer. She needs our help. She is like a detective who can't be ashamed to entrust the detective to help investigate the case. We have to use this chapter to guide us to help her investigate this topic."

After speaking, Ruyizhai stood up, the fire in the fireplace was extinguished, and the surroundings became dark, but after a while, light appeared again in this dark place.The light came from the torch in Ruyizhai's hand.He walked up with a torch.

Wu Xingchen followed him and asked, "Where are you going?"

Ruyi Zhai smiled: "Of course I don't investigate the subject, I won't be led by her nose."

"Just because you said it, it means you didn't say it." Wu Xingchen muttered.

Ruyi Zhai asked him: "What do you want to do most now?"

Wu Xingchen said, "I don't know, I'm not staying here anyway."

"Then let's go out." Ruyizhai blinked, opened a door, and walked out holding a torch.

Wu Xingchen still followed him, and the two walked into the rainforest outside the door.The sound of insects chirping, it was a humid, warm night.

Wu Xingchen saw a white dress hanging on a nearby branch, Ru Yizhai walked towards the white dress, pulled it off, put it on, but the torch in his hand disappeared.Wu Xingchen asked, "Where are we now?"

Ruyi Zhai said: "It's a war camp, I don't know."

"What are we going to do now?"

"I don't know, maybe I'll be beaten to death right away, maybe I'll make it all the way to the top and become the commander of the war camp, anyway, I have to do something meaningful." After speaking, Ruyi Zhai was startled, and then said angrily: It's her purpose, if we don't want to go out, she has nothing to do, in that space..."

But he can't control that much anymore, he wants to see how his fate will be written in the end.