How I was forced to be a boss

I flipped through the following series of comments accusing me of maliciousness, and the praise of the heroine, and I felt very at a loss.Don't you just let the heroine's boyfriend die in front of her more than 1000 times?I think these readers are less knowledgeable.To abuse literature, the small ones can hurt the body and the heart, and the big ones can destroy the family and the country.I think this is a small scene, so it's not a big problem.

As for the others, I can only say that as an author, I may not understand the book "Fate", right? ?

My editor was silent for a long time, and I glanced up at him, startled.

He stared straight at the manuscript in his hand, his face was pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Hey, what's the matter with you, are you okay?" I patted him.

He seemed to be taken aback by fright, and his first reaction was to look around in fear.Then he looked at me as if reacting to something.

"Teacher... did you think of me like this at the time?"

He looked at me with lingering fear in his eyes.

I don't quite understand why he reacted this way.So I could only answer him uncertainly: "This novel is indeed the inspiration I got from that day's experience, but now I have realized my mistake at that time, you are a good person, and the company treats me very well, I... ...Eh? I won't say anymore? What's wrong with you?"

He suddenly couldn't stop shaking.

The scene looked very strange.A man and a girl sitting facing each other.The man looked terrified, and the girl comforted him helplessly.

"Teacher Zhuxi, I'm very scared."

"I feel like I'm surrounded by danger, as if I'm going to die inexplicably at any moment."

When the man said such words, his pupils seemed to dilate.

Why.Such an adult, why is his mental capacity so poor.I am very moved, perhaps because of the decline of world literature, it has not been severely beaten by major writers.Even reading articles like mine can empathize with this.But I only lost a week after watching Osamu Dazai's "No Place in the World".

After all, I still know very little.

I have to console my honest editor with a sense of absurdity.

"This is just an artistic creation. Of course it is not like this in reality. It is just to put all the possibilities together in order to deepen the conflict."

What I didn't say is that although literature has always been exaggerated and artistically processed, reality can often be even more exaggerated to the point where even artists are dumbfounded.I glanced away guiltily, not wanting to hurt my fragile editor by saying such words.

"Is...is that so?" He looked better and gradually relaxed.

"Of course!" Nope.

When he got out of that state of empathy, he smiled wryly and said to me: "The teacher is a real genius."

I am apprehensive about such an evaluation. I have never been able to get along with these two words in my two lives.So he quickly changed the subject in embarrassment.

"Hey, actually I wanted to write something funny, but I don't know why the result is completely different from what I imagined."

He looked a little speechless. "Teacher, are you serious?"

I bowed my head in shame and said, I might be better at writing love stories.

He stared at me with wide eyes, as if he saw something strange.

"Huh? Isn't my "Destiny" pretty good?"

He didn't speak, but silently took out several newspapers and handed them to me, pointing out a few articles for me to read.There were actually several pages that wrote comments on Destiny.There are many old professors in famous schools among the authors.

My face flushed instantly.

Gong... public execution!

Look what's written here!

"Everyone has the right to break free from the shackles of fate"

"Save Love, Redeem Soul"

"Man is born free, no one can imprison him"

Looking at those people's comments, my hands are shaking.So in the end, why do you need to do reading comprehension on romance novels!I screamed silently in my heart.

"So, Takenishi-sensei, does Matsushima really love Mr. Fukuyama?"

"Love... right?" I hesitated at this moment.I have begun to wonder if I really wrote the romance novel "Fate"?

"You can't believe it yourself!"

At that moment I was very wronged.I feel like I'm being bullied.Bullied by all other people's thoughts.

People can never understand each other.Your thoughts are only what they are at the moment they appear in your brain.Even words converted by yourself are already second-hand information.Not to mention being heard by others and then received in your own mind?Therefore, the communication between people is actually just the communication of self-awareness and self, that is to say, everyone is actually talking to each other.In essence, it is no different from talking to yourself, it is just a kind of self-satisfaction.

This incident brought me new inspiration.I want to put away my long novel and write a short one.Hi, is it the author anyway?It's not often that the interest comes to open more than a dozen holes, and it's normal to dove one pigeon.

"What do you think of "Man with a Gun"? Can you post it?"

The editor carefully collected my manuscript and replied: "It is a very excellent work, but because it is a short story, I will choose to serialize it in the newspaper."

I nodded indifferently, I can't wait to start a new article.

I said I'm a nerd.And be content with that.This means that even though I have lived in Yokohama for many years, I am not familiar with the city.So it is understandable for me, who was immersed in the new article, to have appeared in a strange place when I came back to my senses.

Looking at the big pit in front of me and the scattered residences in the pit, I thought for a moment that I had crossed again.

What kind of magic realism scene is this.

At that moment, I thought of Hayao Miyazaki. After passing through many narrow alleys, there may be a miracle of enlightenment, and the use of foil techniques is almost textbook-level perfection.I thought of the abyss again.I've seen "From the Abyss".Until I can finally confirm that this is Yokohama.A huge sense of absurdity rose in my heart.

The houses here are dilapidated, and I can see indistinct figures in places that are barely sheltered from the wind and rain.If one had to define this place, it would be the slums.But this is not right.

"Hey, don't move! Hand over your money!"

I don't know when I was surrounded.Surrounding me were seven or eight children around my age. They were holding knives. On the one hand, I was very scared, and on the other hand, I felt that this scene was very absurd.

I obediently rummaged through my belongings, including cash and mobile phone.

A person seemed to be coming to grab me, I backed up subconsciously, and my arm was cut by a knife.

"Get out of here! This is the territory of sheep!"

It was the voice of a boy.I gradually came to my senses.In front of him was a boy with orange hair, who was very good-looking.He is frowning and looking at me.

"Get out of here, this is not where you should be."

Nakahara also warned the girl in front of him.She appears to have gotten here astray.Standing there seems to be blown away by a weak wind.At this moment, the small face was pale and he was covering his arm that was still bleeding.It looked very miserable.

This is a flower that shouldn't be here.

He pointed her in the direction and was about to leave.There was a moment of silence behind him, and then the sound of footsteps came again.The girl followed.

Nakahara Zhong also frowned and warned the girl following him again, "Get out of here!"

The girl froze for a moment, as if frightened by his harsh tone.However, at the next moment, she smiled obediently at him again.

I couldn't help laughing.This man is a good man.I am so sure.Although it looks a bit fierce.

"My name is Kitano Reo, thank you for saving me. Can you tell me your name?"

The girl spoke softly, as if his louder voice could scare her into tears.

"Tsk, Zhongye in the Central Plains."

Central Plains... Central Plains?Don't you write poetry?

I don't know much about the Japanese literary scene.Since I was a child, I have been exposed to Russian literature more than Japan, so I don't know the life of Chuya Nakahara.But I think it's normal for young poets to live in slums.Writers are rarely insensitive and melancholic, and suffering can make the world under the writer's pen shine brighter.What is abnormal is the slums that appear in Yokohama.I'm very annoyed by this.

The technology line and timeline of this world often make me feel confused.The various regions seem to be torn from somewhere and put together casually and forcefully.So in my eyes, the world is a big cloth.

The arm doesn't seem to hurt anymore.I'm actually afraid of pain, but when I'm really hurt, the pain is very low.Sometimes I don't even realize I'm hurt.

I want to follow him.I want to set up the contact information of this little brother.

Writing poetry is of course good.But, little brother, do you know about novels?

"What are you following me for?" He looked at me a little coldly.

I know I'm being cheeky, but I'm going to do it anyway.

"I want...to ask for your contact information." The girl said timidly.

"I don't have such a thing."

"Then how am I going to see you again?"

"You'd better not see me again. Leave from that direction." After speaking, he ignored me and left straight away.

Why.I sigh inwardly.The ready-made wife ran away.

I wanted to persuade him to leave here earlier to develop outside.After all, I always feel.

Zhongye in the Central Plains is a flower that should not bloom here.

Should never see you again.Zhongyuan Zhong also watched the girl leave Leibo Street, frightening the people around who were about to move.

I found a small clinic at the entrance of this slum.The wound that didn't hurt at all seemed to be starting to ache again.I decided to let the doctor here handle it for me.What if you get a tetanus?

I opened the door and walked into the clinic.It's really that small clinic.There is only one doctor inside.

It was a man with black hair and purple eyes.I hesitated at the door.

This man... is so stylish!

It's just not a good person.

"Oh, there are guests here, please come in."

...The voice is also fashionable and worthy of the list.

I still choose to deal with the wound here.The reason is still because of that sentence.

Come here.

The author has something to say: things like text and Chinese, there is a feeling of bragging about yourself, and I feel a little ashamed.

But everything is needed by the plot, and it's over when everyone is happy.