I survive in a high-risk world by writing essays

After the two girls left, Xia You became very silent.

The little man with black hair and ball head sat on the table, looking contemplative, and after a while, he slapped back on the table as if giving up thinking.

"Isn't it good news?" I stared at him for a while and asked, "How much has your memory recovered?"

[...soon, I have a hunch. ] Xia You said that when he mentioned this, he was not in high spirits, but rather gloomy.

He nodded his head, [Now those memories are like a thin layer of veil, and it should be able to completely uncover that veil in just a little time, but...]

"Just?" I repeated.

[If it is said that after recovering my memory, I will become a person who makes you and the current me feel very strange, do you think it is better to recover the memory or not. ] Xia You sighed, the voice seemed to come from far away, obviously the person was right in front of me.

I looked at him fixedly and didn't answer his words.

In fact, Xia You's words are not asking me, but asking myself.

Since he can ask such questions, I can probably guess that in the memories he recalls, he is probably not a good person in the conventional sense, otherwise he would not be entangled in this now.

"Occasionally, I feel that the growth of a person is actually killing the past self." I did not follow what he said, but put my hands behind my head and leaned on the back of the bed, looking at the clumps of flowers on the window sill of the hotel. Gypsophila and succulent, talking about this topic from another angle, "It's probably the same for you now."

"From my point of view, I think you are fine now. If restoring your memory means that you will be 'killed' now, I don't want to see such a result." I probably rarely use it Speaking in such a gentle tone, he smiled a little strangely after he finished speaking, and said to him in a calm voice, "But this is your life, not mine."

I'm now like a guy with a peaceful mind waiting for the other boot to drop.

It's only been four months since the general picked up Ugly Treasure, and Ugly Treasure spit out his brain in front of me.It's just because there are too many things I have experienced in the middle, which makes me feel as if it has been a long time.

After a while, Xia You suddenly laughed. [you're right. ]

It wasn't the kind of smile that was shown on the face of the curse, after all, it couldn't be shown, but the complex smile contained in the voice.

[If you deny yourself, life will become a huge joke. ]

This is a sentence I wrote in "The Boxer".

"So you now...?"

[I haven't remembered all of it yet, so let it be. ] Xia You's tone relaxed, and he was even in the mood to say, [Are you still fishing tomorrow? ]

"Hmm... everything is okay?"

I didn't expect that at this time, he was still thinking about fishing—although he successfully pulled people into the fishing pit, is his mentality really okay?

"Where are the two girls? Not with you?" I asked hesitantly.

[I asked Mimiko and Nanako to go back to my family first. ] Xia You said, [The person who dug out my brain and then put his own brain in to occupy my body is still active outside. If Mimiko and Nanako suddenly disappear, it may cause that person’s panic Notice. ]

I nodded my head in understanding.

If Xia You appeared in front of that ruthless person who can poach people's brains, it would probably be quite dangerous.

Since he had already made his own arrangements, the next day we still went to the Fuji Five Lakes to fish for an afternoon according to the original arrangement, and in the evening we took the Shinkansen back to Yasho-cho, Tokyo.

When I got home, neither the puppet cat nor the cat was at home. They probably ran out to play, and only the general was left squatting at the window at 45 degrees looking at the sky.

"Come back so soon?" Mu Mei was obsessed with writing novels, and he didn't notice when we walked to the door, until he opened the door and came in. He shook the tree trunk as a greeting.

Just at this time, Wu Guai also put down the pen he was holding, and ended the day's work.

"Didn't you guys go out fishing?" After we entered the house and each went about our own business, Mu Mei sensitively sensed something was wrong, "I always feel that the atmosphere has changed..."

"Okay?" I went to the desk and recorded and sorted out all the inspirations from fishing in the past two days.

"Absolutely! I can't feel wrong!" Mu Mei said firmly, "Did something happen?"

This is too troublesome to say, and there is no need to say it, I changed the subject, "I will be able to finish writing "Xu Yu Wan" in a while, and I told the editor that I know someone who writes pure love novels and wants to contribute Try it, how many words have you written? Have you decided on a pseudonym?"

Writing is what Mu Mei cares most about right now. When I said this, his attention was shifted, "It's almost 20 words, is it too little? Or should I write more before submitting?"

"I've already thought of a name, it's called the God of Love!"

More than 20 words, Mu Mei is much more diligent than me. The "Xuyu Pill", which I started writing almost at the same time, only wrote a little over [-] words, and it was just a thin short story. Put a lot of illustrations.

I gave up thinking about my output speed, and told Mu Mei based on the experience of those who have experienced it, "If a newcomer submits an article, the number of words is almost the same. The editor will let you serialize a few issues in the magazine to see the response."

"More than 20 words are enough for several serial issues. You can submit the manuscript first and then write the rest while serializing."

Mu Mei understood, "Then follow this!"

Then, when the editor came to pick up the manuscript a few days later, looking at the sharp contrast between Mu Mei's thick stack and my half-thin stack, he hesitated to express his resentment, "The Kuroshio Teacher, didn’t you say you were going to write a novel? How long has it been since you produced a novel?”

"The next book will definitely be the next book." I said perfunctory... No, this time I am not perfunctory, I really intend to write a long novel next time.

Editor Nakago sighed as usual, and his eyes fell on the manuscript of the pure love novel handed over by me, Yogi Mei.

In fact, very few literary creators hand in paper manuscripts anymore. After all, it is easier and more convenient to type on a computer than to write.I am used to writing manuscripts on paper, and I feel that writing is smoother this way.

As for Mu Mei, it was purely because the person he hired to help him write did not have computer typing skills and could only write on paper.

"This teacher, the God of Love, wrote very well, but why did you ask Mr. Kuroshio to pass it on to you? If it is convenient, can I meet this teacher?" Editor Zhongxiang saw the sugary writing written by Mu Mei. After reading the super high volume of pure love novels, I felt very pleasantly surprised.

As we all know, in the publishing house where Editor Zhongxiang works, several well-known novelists, including me, either write horror novels or mystery novels, and most of the other newcomer novelists attracted also rely on this aspect .

In fact, after the market of horror, suspense and reasoning is saturated, the publishing house wants to get a share of the romantic light novel market, and even set up a magazine... But there are very few high-quality romantic light novels submitted to this publishing house Few, well-known romance novelists even belonged to them early on.

That's why editor Zhongxiang was so pleasantly surprised when he saw Mu Mei's novel.

I glanced at the pink leaves fluttering in the wind on the window sill, smiled and said to editor Zhongxiang, "Well... this teacher, the God of Love, is not very convenient to meet people. I will give you his contact information later."

Now the mobile phone can convert speech to text, which is very convenient. I bought Mu Mei a mobile phone for communication. He only needs to ask Wu Guai to touch the screen to communicate with the editor of Zhongxiang.