I Wasn't Born Lucky

It was another early morning.

Xiao Li has long been used to going home at this time, and has seen the scenery of the city from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am countless times. Now he does not need to turn on the lights when he goes upstairs, and he knows which steps are ahead with his eyes closed.

The only difference this time is that Shen Mizhi did not leave directly, but followed him upstairs.

Shen Mizhi said that in addition to seeing how to raise cats, he also wanted to know the details of how they went to Xiao Wu's house just now. Shen Mizhi was usually the most silent person. Once he spoke, it was difficult for Xiao Li to refuse him.

When Xiao Li pushed open the door, the little black cat was no longer on Xiao Li's bed. It lowered its chassis and lay on the armrest of the sofa. At first glance, it looked like a black gas tank, hidden in the darkness.

Before the sound of the door approached, the little black cat had already moved its ears, opened its mouth and yawned, waking up from sleep.

"Sit wherever you want." Xiao Li said, he turned on the light, and wanted to lift the little black cat by the neck like he was pulling the little milk cat, but the cat was too heavy, and the cat's legs had just left the sofa. The little black cat barked uncomfortably, and Xiao Li had no choice but to support its two legs that had nowhere to rest, and hugged the cat into his arms.

The temperature inside the room was higher than outside, maybe because it felt hot, Shen Mizhi took off his coat at the entrance, revealing the shirt inside. The shirt perfectly showed the smooth muscles of the young man, not too exaggerated, but very attractive. Power, with a sense of aggression.

Shen Mizhi's eyes fell on Xiao Li's face, and then he looked at the little black cat in his arms: "This cat, is it always like this?"

Xiao Li didn't quite understand his question: "Is that so?"

Shen Mizhi described it expressionlessly: "Sleeping on the bed, still hugging?"

As a cat, he had been happy to be treated like this, but now that the little black cat was in that position, he felt instinctively jealous.

He is in a love problem where he can't get what he wants. He has been looking at Xiao Li. When he can't see him, he wants to get closer. When he sees him, he wants to touch him one step further. He seizes every opportunity to stay with him, just like Like a severe patient suffering from skin hunger.

He has done almost everything that can please the other party, but it still has no effect.

He couldn't hold Xiao Li into his arms openly, couldn't kiss him and watch him wake up, so naturally he would be jealous of all creatures that could be embraced by the other party.

Stared at by the young man's eyes, the little black cat almost exploded its fur. It simply kicked away from Xiao Li's lap, and quickly climbed up the cat climbing frame, pretending to watch flowers with Tan Li.

Xiao Li was caught off guard, and was kicked by it with its hind foot, then turned to Shen Mizhi and said, "No, cats are very independent creatures, and they don't like to follow people when they have nothing to do. Remember to keep them at home to eat." That's fine, they'll take care of themselves."

"Feed some snacks every day when you have time, it doesn't matter if you don't have time, the kitten will play by itself."

"That's about it, any more questions?"

Shen Mizhi looked at Xiao Li blatantly by listening to the knowledge about cats. After the young man finished speaking, he paused before continuing to ask: "Why did you spend so long upstairs just now?"

"Well, we strayed into a place where Wang Huai said 'field'," Xiao Li did not hide this matter, he told Shen Mizhi about the matter, and at the same time took out the little yellow book and opened it to the previous At the same time, it is also the place where the paper with the author's manuscript was written before, and now the manuscript has been put into the small yellow book.

There is an extra line of words on the little yellow book: [The author's manuscript, special props, the soul of Sin Tian lives here, it has broken away from the fragments, leaving only itself. 】

debris?

Xiao Li took out the light blue object from his pocket. It was very thin, like a small diamond, and would be ignored if he was not careful, but the pattern on it revealed a kind of uncut beauty. , just like the stars flow.

Seeing the fragment, Shen Mizhi narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression changed a little, but immediately returned to his usual indifference.

Xiao Li had never seen this thing before, so he asked Xiao Huang Ben, "What is this, a prop?", and got a strange answer: 【. 】

Facing the strange symbol that appeared for the first time, Xiao Li fell into deep thought.

Shen Mizhi moved the little yellow book away with his fingertips, and the young man asked in a low voice, "What are you thinking about?"

Xiao Li: "What does a single full stop mean?"

Shen Mizhi: "Maybe it knows something, but it can't say it now, but it doesn't want to tell you directly like this."

Xiao Li: "."

He held up the fragment towards Shen Mizhi: "Have you seen this?"

Shen Mizhi: "No, but I think you should keep it."

Xiao Li lowered his eyes, and he tried again. The piece couldn't be put into the small yellow book. He took out an empty chewing gum box from under the coffee table, put the piece in it, and stuffed it back into his pocket.

The fragments have not been answered for the time being, and the next step is the so-called manuscript.

Xiao Li released the manuscript from the small yellow book. It was a page of ordinary office paper, and even the corners of the page were rolled up due to excessive writing. He pressed it several times with his hands, but failed to flatten it.

According to Xiao Huangben's introduction, Sintian's soul resides on it.

Xiao Li turned his pen and thought for a while, but he didn't know what to write in the first greeting. He wanted to ask Shen Mizhi's opinion, but when he looked up, he saw the young man looking at him with his chin resting on his knuckles.

The affection in the eyes was so full that it was about to overflow.

From outsiders, Shen Mizhi's eyes can only see the icebergs that never change, but now the icebergs are melting and the spring returns to the earth, Xiao Li has never seen indifference towards others in his eyes.

The young man was taking this opportunity to look at Xiao Li well, but now he didn't panic when he suddenly raised his head to look at him. Looking into his eyes, he found his own reflection in the beautiful pure black background.

"What's wrong?" Shen Mizhi asked.

Xiao Li: "How to deal with the soul of a writer who has just been captured?"

Shen Mizhi said without principle: "You can say anything, right?"

Anyway, everyone is in his hands, right? Xiao Li lowered his head and wrote a line on the manuscript: [Hello. 】

This line of handwriting was quickly sucked in, but there was no response.

Xiao Li changed the greeting: [Sin Tian? 】

no respond.

[The novel you wrote is not good. 】

no respond.

The little yellow book that was put aside took this opportunity to turn back to the original page. Under the explanation of that line of special props, there was an additional line at this time: [The source of the manuscript has been successfully accommodated and is available for viewing. 】

Xiao Li pulled the little yellow book and clicked to view it. In an instant, he saw a picture after another——

To put it bluntly, this story is clichéd, the tragic life of a depressed novelist.

It was a desolate-looking man who looked young and had no stubble, as if he had just graduated from college. Holding a small rental advertisement that had just been peeled off the wall, he knocked on the door of an old-fashioned house.

Xiao Li recognized this door, which was the "Xiao Wu's house" they went to today.

Soon, an old lady in rich clothes opened the wooden door from the inside, and asked through the iron door worriedly, "Who is it?"

The man quickly waved the small ad in his hand: "Hello, I came here after seeing the rental ad posted on the telephone pole. I... I want to rent a house here."

The old lady asked a series of questions: "What's your name, student or working party, local or out-of-town, married or not?"

The man stammered and answered all the questions without missing a single word: "I'm Huo Zilan, I just graduated, a foreigner, not married, currently unemployed, and writing novels to make money."

The old lady frowned: "That means I don't have a serious job? Then how can I rent it to you? I'm about to go abroad to join my children, and I may never come back. What should I do if you default on the rent?"

"No, I... I have a fund, and I have saved 1 yuan. I think you are paying one for one, and I will not default on the rent." The man, that is, Huo Zilan, begged, and he begged humbly After a long time, the landlady finally let go and handed him the key. After the house was rented out, she packed her luggage and went to her daughter.

After renting this room, Huo Zilan did not change the structure of the house. He turned on his laptop and began to code day and night.

His pseudonym is Sintian, and he prefers to call himself Sintian rather than his real name.

Sin Tian wrote traditional martial arts earlier, don't bully the young and poor, but the subject of martial arts is quite cold.

His living expenses are decreasing day by day, and his parents far away have been urging him to find a decent job, and have even helped him find a new home. It is a factory, going to work at nine o'clock in the morning and leaving work at nine o'clock in the evening, with food and lodging included. But if you go in like this, you will definitely not be able to continue writing, and sin Tian doesn't want to give up like this. After he tried his best, he decided to try writing for a year.

But his attempts were useless. The monthly full attendance was only enough for him to eat instant noodles every day, and his inspiration gradually disappeared. Even if he stayed up late every day and wrote until three or four o'clock, there was still no improvement.

Sin Tian has a habit, he likes to write inspiration and specific outlines on the manuscript paper he carries with him, instead of the more popular computers now, so this is destined to slow his efficiency and he has to put in more effort.

Under the pressure of life, Sin Tian started to smoke. He saved his meal money to buy cigarettes, and while writing manuscripts, he smoked and was busy submitting manuscripts everywhere.

He seldom goes out, except for instant noodles and ordering takeout. After a month, he hardly goes out except to go to the convenience store at the entrance of the community to replenish food.

Sin Tian doesn't exercise, stays up late, and smokes, almost all of which are bad habits. In just half a year, he has changed from a thin man when he just graduated to a weak and fat man.

Several times when he stayed up late writing essays, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, and wanted to go to the hospital to see him, but when he was fine the next day, he was too lazy to go out, and finally he never went.

It was like this until one day, when Zui Tian was carrying a plastic bag from a convenience store full of instant noodles and cigarettes, on the way back, he heard someone in the neighborhood shouting excitedly: "Look, Meteor!"

He raised his head in a daze, remembering that tonight was the time when there was a meteor shower on TV.

It's been a long time since Zin Tian saw the night, he felt a little irritable for no reason, scratched his face, and just as he was about to leave, he found a piece of debris fell from his hand.

What the hell is this?

He casually threw the debris into a plastic bag and walked home quickly.

In the next few weeks, Sin Tian still didn't go out, but his heart discomfort became more and more frequent. He also decided to go to the hospital next week for a checkup, but fate didn't give him this chance.

One day he was very emotional, because he was so nervous that day, he almost couldn't get full attendance, and he almost burst his blood vessels in a hurry.

Just when Sin Tian was desperately typing on the keyboard, his heart suddenly felt a huge throbbing pain, his fingers stopped, and he just fell down like this, never getting up again.

Sintian's body was not discovered by the police until after it stinks, and the parents were notified.

The landlady didn't come back, and the dead house couldn't be rented out again, so it sat idle for a long time until it was covered with dust.

And sin Tian became conscious again, but after an unknown period of time, he suddenly woke up in a spirit state.

At first, its strength was very weak, and it could only exist in this dead room, pacing back and forth, falling into a deep sleep from time to time, not only that, but sometimes it wanted to kill very much, full of destructive desires, and wanted to destroy everything , but fortunately it was cowardly by nature and never did such a thing.

But after waking up once, the fragment appeared in the palm of Sintian's hand, and it fused with it. Sintian found that his sanity was much clearer than before, and his strength had also been fully increased. Write novels according to your own mind, and even construct a world of your own, making your novels come true!

Given that he is a ghost, Sintian finally decided to give up martial arts and Ba Zong, and write a horror novel, incorporating his own experiences and obsessions.

It took a lot of thought to conceive and shape a world until it attracted Xiao Li.

……

After reading the source of sintian's manuscript, Xiao Li thought for a moment, and then wrote again: [I think your novel is very good-looking, and I want to ask you for a manuscript. 】

This time, Sin Tian poked his head out, and the prototype of Kou Tian in his own writing, the writer ghost, replied in an instant reflex: 【Impossible, is it true? 】

Xiao Li: "..."

Really useful.