Seventh-rate Writer [Interstellar]

When Li Lesheng found out that he had become the "lucky" person, he only received the lottery draw notice, but the temporary dialogue platform mentioned by the host had not yet appeared, but after he returned to the dormitory, he saw the , there is an extra button that says "Temporary dialogue window with the general".Li Lesheng clicked in and took a look, and saw the portraits of the two sides placed there, one on the left and one on the right, and then left.

He wanted to let it go, because it was impossible for the general to take the initiative to contact him.But when he finished washing and was about to go to bed, a message popped up in that window and flickered. He clicked in and found that the general had sent him a message: "Hello."

Uh... what should I do?General, do you want to be so conscientious and fulfill the agreement you made with the school?

Li Lesheng froze there, a little at a loss.He doesn't worship the general as much as the locals, but he can't treat the living general as an ordinary person.According to his fear of trouble, he should ignore it, but how difficult it is to do so!He also has admiration for the general, and he also wants to know who the general is in private.He used the idea of ​​collecting materials to convince himself again, and replied the same "Hello" with trembling hands.

Li Lesheng is most used to comfort himself.In the past, when he wanted to buy something but was reluctant to part with it, he would persuade himself that "you can use it as a material for writing articles", so he bought a lot of delicious food and a lot of useless gadgets, saving food and money to travel... ...Actually, it is difficult to use the collected thoughts in the text.

This set has also been brought to today's world by him.Every time I comfort myself like this, I won’t be entangled anymore, buy, buy, spend, talk about it!

After talking with the general in this way, he found that the general spoke like a man, full of aloofness, all short sentences, concise and concise, but unfortunately they are talking nonsense at the moment, such as school life, how to eat, interpersonal relationship How about it, Li Lesheng seemed to accept condolences from leaders or elders, he answered every question he had, but he didn't dare to ask back, what if some confidential issue was involved?

Such a boring nonsense content, but it has been going on like this.Although the general's replies are all short sentences, most of them are questions with full stops. It stands to reason that this is not the mode of sincerely wanting to chat, but it has not stopped, and it is only because the general's reply is very fast, and he keeps asking questions one after another. .

Li Lesheng sighed in his heart, the general is so cold-hearted and warm-hearted. Although he is so cold-hearted, he really cares about the next generation of the country, and his words are so down-to-earth that he even asks the students what kind of food they like to eat.

Unknowingly, we chatted until twelve o'clock.Li Lesheng turned up the chat history in doubt, strange, it was obviously a dry conversation, how could it be so late?For the first time, he realized that he could chat for so long.

But, I can't talk anymore, he is used to staying up late, it doesn't matter, how can I delay the general's work and rest?Maybe the general didn't want to talk about it long ago, but he was just too embarrassed to mention it.

Li Lesheng hastily replied:

"I'm sorry, General, it's so late before you know it, I'm sorry to disturb your rest, just come here, it's really fun to chat with you, General!"

The message from that day was delayed for a few seconds before replying:

"Well, go to sleep, good night."

"Good night."

Li Lesheng closed the window and rolled on the bed excitedly.No sleepiness at all, okay?The general is so good!He has to announce that he has been divided by Quanmi, okay?Yes, Li Lesheng began to like the general, and understood why so many people liked the general—but he was still secretly pleased, because the general he liked was different from the generals others liked.

Those people only saw the general's external image, but he knew what kind of person the general was in private, so he really wanted to go out and show off!

He held his face on the bed, feeling his cheeks flushed.He suspected that if he continued to talk like this, he might fall in love with him shamelessly, because he felt that the general was not bad as his ideal type.However, this liking has nothing to do with the general's appearance and status. He just thinks that the general's caring and considerateness in the chat is very coveted.

Since he couldn't fall asleep, Li Lesheng didn't force him, and simply got up to type.

The article "There are as many dragon knights as dogs" has finally reached the final stage.

Brad and Stupid, who fell into the darkness, both had the idea of ​​pulling each other into a deeper quagmire, tortured each other, compromised with each other, and seduced each other.

During this period, Li Lesheng mainly wrote around the room where Brad was imprisoned stupidly.Breaking away from such a relaxed daily life of being cute and the big environment, and only writing about one room and two people, even Li Lesheng, the author, felt very depressed, and it was easy to repeat some content when writing—no, no, not dirty action.

Li Lesheng did not write Xiao Huangwen.He used pronouns and vague descriptions throughout, not because he suddenly used decontamination rice points, but once the writing was dirty, it would trigger the grading function of Yuanyuan Literature City, classifying the chapters so that only adults can read them , wouldn’t it be impossible to abuse children—although he doubts it, there are still a few people who really want to read it, instead of holding the "I want to see how bad this article can be written" idea.

He used a lot of imagery and psychological description.Duzhu looked down on Brad, but couldn't help but be attracted to him.He lowered his body and knelt in front of Brad, but he thought it was not submission, but self-enjoyment.Dragons endure pain, and when Brad tortures him physically with revenge, it is actually very difficult for Brad to really feel unbearable.His yelling and struggling were all symbolic. He was actually despising the damage Brad had done to him, and he was also venting his psychological joy.

And Brad is no longer the young man who is full of enthusiasm and curiosity about the dragon world.He has been imprisoned all the time, his eyesight is as big as a palm, and he is still in the dark and narrow room arranged by Brad. He can only see Brad as a dragon. He can no longer maintain his psychological balance, and he has become ugly and ferocious.His situation is oppressed and insulted, but he can vent on Brad.He is proud and inferior, and he shrinks into a ball, feeling that his mind and body are being eroded by invisible forces.He became more and more arrogant, but more and more depressed.

In order to describe this complex psychological activity, Li Lesheng is stuck in these few chapters, afraid that the writing will be too extreme and illogical.In order to make his writing more contagious, he always simulates the theater of his mind, substituting this for a while, substituting that for a while, and when he escapes from the simulation, he still feels very dazed.

In order not to procrastinate the plot, but also for his own mental health, Li Lesheng quickly introduced a pre-set twists and turns plot, and this is where he started.

The psychological state has a great influence on people.Brad was in a state of panic and madness before, and he didn't notice it, but he was so strong psychologically. Once he got used to this position of getting along in private, he would be able to look at the problem more rationally, so he discovered Brad's Something is wrong.

At first, he didn't take it seriously, after all, after being treated like this, it's impossible for him to be the same as before.But he gradually discovered that Brad's vacant and trance time was getting longer and longer, more and more, and he often reached a critical moment, but stopped moving, looking like he didn't know where to go, and he seemed to be dying. Man, the fire of the soul may be extinguished at any time.

Those excited negative emotions, which can still be called vigorous, gradually faded away from Brad.He lost his anger, and also lost his hostility towards him. When he lay quietly on the bed, he looked like a dead person.

Stupid was scared, he couldn't stand this.He deliberately stimulated Brad, or showed weakness, but he couldn't arouse Brad's movement.In fact, Brad is not yet at the level of the living dead, but stupidly can't accept Brad's fading mood.

He brought Brad out of captivity and took him for a walk; he gradually spoke to him in the usual tone, gentle and coquettish.His bottom line was lowered step by step.He unsealed Brad's scroll again, but Brad did not summon his dragon.When Dou Zhu called him "master" again, he found sadly that Brad was no longer his captive, but became his master.

But even so, even if Brad really faced his own psychology and treated him like a lover, Brad was only slightly moved.Brad stopped deliberately torturing Stupid, and will also take care of Stupid's needs with gentle hospitality.However, Duzhu still didn't understand what he was thinking, only knew that he was always depressed.

……

After writing here, Li Lesheng stopped writing.The ending was too heavy, and he didn't want to write it all in one sitting.The excitement generated by going to talk to the general first has been dispelled by the heaviness of his own writing, and he has abused himself.

Depressed, he tucked himself into the soft quilt and soon fell asleep.

He also seemed to be having a dream, dreaming of Dolls, like the one that his former reader Barbara had drawn him with two Dolls overlapping.He dreamed of two Brads being separated from one body, one human, one dragon, both with tears in their eyes, and then killing the other.

He was awakened by this dream in the middle of the night, but the moment he woke up, he forgot the content of the dream, only remembering a pair of tearful eyes.He lay down and fell asleep again.