a winter fire

45

I know, I should get rid of my habit of making jokes anytime and anywhere, but... let's talk about it later.

After teasing my roommate, I ran back to the bedroom and hugged my bed and my quilt without hesitation.

However, I don’t know if it’s because I sent Zhou Hanzhang out to make such a trip, and my drowsiness disappeared. I hugged the quilt and rolled for a long time, but I didn’t fall asleep. father".

If I were an impulsive online writer, then at this time I would feel that this was a hint from God to me to create a "sugar daddy literature" this night, but I am not, I am a person who only likes to read and is reading Readers who let their minds fly during the process.

I stared at the ceiling, and there was already an outline of a small yellow article in my mind that I would never write. When I thought about it, I started to laugh, thinking that I was so stupid.

It was almost twelve o'clock, and my roommate finished his delicious instant noodles.

Eating instant noodles in the middle of the night is really too sinful. I'm not saying he'll gain weight, I'm saying it's cruel to me.

I'm hungry.

Still not sleepy at all, I struggled to get up, wondering whether I should eat something, suddenly, I was blessed to my heart, or, suddenly, I finally remembered the real thing - Zhou Hanzhang's notes.

Zhou Hanzhang lied to our team leader in order to help me cover up the fact that I forgot to go to work. He patted his ass and left. I have to find a way to lie. After all, the team leader is still waiting for me to bring Teacher Zhou Bling notebook to work too!

It's over.

I fell into bed feeling like my career was on the line once again.

Maybe it's really easy for people to think wildly in the dead of night, and I started to imagine how I was kicked out.

It was uncomfortable to lie down, I touched the phone, and then thought that Zhou Hanzhang didn't have a phone to use.

Is this really modern man?

If I were a rich second-generation dude, I should have ordered the latest iPhone to be delivered overnight to Zhou Hanzhang's house at this time, and said very domineeringly: "Man, use this mobile phone to contact me in the future."

It's a pity that I'm not a rich second generation, and I don't have the possibility of time-traveling into Ba Zong's literature. I'm just a poor boy who spends every month on a meager income. I want to ask Mr. Zhou if he can get I can't even ask for the notes handed over to me.

miserable.

Very sad.

I got out of bed, walked over to the table with a sigh, and unzipped my schoolbag.

I remember there was a packet of crispy noodles in it.

As a result, when I opened my schoolbag to look for crispy noodles, I saw something amazing.

There is a notebook in my schoolbag that does not belong to me, it is a very thin lined notebook that costs two or three yuan a piece.

The company has issued this type of notebook, but almost no one uses it, and I can be sure that this is not what I put in it.

I took out the notebook, and as soon as I opened a page, I couldn't help falling down on the sofa beside me and laughing wildly, because there were three words written on the title page - Zhou Hanzhang.

I don’t know if Zhou Hanzhang has been writing manuscripts before, but these days I got in touch with him, most of what he writes is handwritten with a pen.

A 10,000+ word novel.

A postscript of several thousand words.

This notebook is the postscript of the book he gave me, and judging from the time of signature, it is obvious that it was just finished yesterday.

Did he want to write it a long time ago, even started to write it a long time ago, but just finished it yesterday?

Or did he decide to write this epilogue after he gave me the book?

I was sitting upright on the sofa. I didn't feel much sleepy at first, but now I'm even more excited.

Zhou Hanzhang's handwriting is very beautiful, and his writing power is astonishing as a dragon.

He used a fountain pen, and the ink was a very thick dark blue. He wrote on the first page of the postscript: Creation is a lonely noise.

The postscript of several thousand words, as I read it, the picture of Zhou Hanzhang at the desk appeared in my mind. He was wearing a gray cardigan sweater, smoking a cigarette, frowning, lowering his head, and holding a pen.He writes for a while, thinks for a while, and then resumes writing.There is a big world in his heart, and every time he writes a paragraph, it shows a tiny corner of the world in his heart.When I read the entire epilogue, it was like picking up a piece of the puzzle and pieced together a complete fragment of his life.

He wrote to me two years ago. At that time, "there were great changes in my family, and the overwhelming people and things overturned my original worldview, so I hid myself and wrote, trying to rebuild my life through writing."

I don't know what happened to Mr. Zhou at that time, but his words calmed my impetuous heart.

He wrote at the end of the postscript: The supposedly vast life was like a pool of stagnant water for a long time. Suddenly one day, the pool of stagnant water was stirred up by a light fallen leaf, and the stagnant water came alive.

I stared at Zhou Hanzhang's signature for a long time, and for some reason, I felt that the so-called "dead water" was himself.

He is deep and bottomless, saying that water without waves is like a mirror. When we first met, he was like a mirror. No matter how I bumped forward, I could only see my funny face but not him.

But now, although I am still empty-handed, it always seems to have touched the moon in the water.

I can't say it well, I can't say that feeling well.

I spread Zhou Hanzhang's notebook on my lap, looked back out the window, and suddenly wanted to call him and ask him if he would like to come with me to enjoy the moon.

This night, I turned into a hypocritical literary youth, which is quite annoying.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-11-2912:30:23~2020-11-3007:59:15期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Jing Jiang;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Jing Jiang 2; Cangji's Xiaojinglin, Zhou Jiayue Yueyueban, grapefruit soda, Si Nanruozhibei, inorganic chemistry, 1 ice cream, porridge Chang'an, Boss Xi's dog leg [-] indivual;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!