Writer saves the world

Erye Tingming's bookstore business is actually not good - no, it should be said to be terrible.There is not a single customer in the store all day, and it has been almost a week since the store opened and it has not sold half of the books. The only sales are news newspapers ordered by the owner of the nearby vegetable store, plus a few students who live in the next street. issued a library card.

The business of the bookstore is bleak, so naturally they don't need too many manpower, let alone child laborers who are still seriously ill and wander around on foot.

Erye Tingming pressed Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who wanted to get up and work as soon as the fever subsided, on the bed, and Nakahara was already holding his favorite fairy tale books and poetry collections, and voluntarily took over the work of taking care of the patients .

Three or five books were stacked together and piled on Akutagawa Ryunosuke's bed, and Nakahara Chuya kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed.The home clothes he was wearing wore a hat with bear ears, and it looked like the same bear series as Ryunosuke Akutagawa's pajamas. The fluffy texture made Akutagawa Gin couldn't help but reach out and want to touch it.

The pink bunny pajamas on Akutagawa Yin's body were purchased by Erye Tingming after a trip to the mall. After all, there are a group of male creatures in the family, and no one's clothes are suitable for the little girl.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke took his younger sister's hand to touch Nakahara Chuya's bear hat, held it in his palm and warned in a low voice: "Silver, don't touch it casually."

Not reaching out to other people's things is the most basic rule of survival in the slums, and he thought it should be the same outside.Especially the wild dogs that have been taken in with good intentions must be more cautious in their words and deeds, so as not to be thrown out of the house as much as possible.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke thought that he would no longer have any unrealistic fantasies, so he didn't care so much about whether he would be kicked out, but Akutagawa Yin had obviously become dependent on this warm and beautiful little paradise, if he was Driving out will definitely be a huge blow, leaving indelible scars on the young mind.

So he has to behave better and better, not just lying around and wasting food, but making them have value that can be left behind.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke squeezed his fist, and said stubbornly: "I can..."

"No." Chuya Nakahara tucked in the quilt for Akutagawa Ryunosuke, and wrapped the thin and weak stuffing tightly with a warm and thick quilt like a rice ball.

"The doctor uncle said, you must have a good rest. This time you were so cold that you almost got pneumonia. If you don't take a good rest, you will, you will... you will cough every day, and your chest will swell when you blow the wind. It hurts, he vomits blood all the time, and he may suddenly be out of breath and die."

Nakahara also seriously recalled what the family doctor invited by Erye Tingming said. He described his condition in a serious way and threatened Akutagawa Ryunosuke. Hanging in the ICU is the same.

Nakahara also said it vividly, another child might be really scared, but sitting opposite him is Akutagawa Ryunosuke-Akutagawa Ryunosuke is not scared, injuries have long been commonplace for him, He trusts his feelings more than the doctor's diagnosis.

After all, the doctor has only seen these delicate and fragile young masters outside, and he doesn't know that the wild dogs in the slums can be more vigorous than weeds.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke tried to use Rashomon to drive the hem of the clothes hidden under the quilt, and moved his hands and feet a little bit. He felt that he was in much better condition than when he was injured and sick and had no food. At that time, he could drag his sick body to talk to others. It doesn't make sense to grab food, and now she is so delicate that she wants to lie down and rest on the bed.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke insisted: "My body is fine."

He can still do a lot of things, as long as he has something to eat and a place to sleep, for such a small physical problem, he will be fine after a few days of patience.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke spoke seriously, but Nakahara didn't listen, and wrapped the quilt around him a little tighter, and drew Akutagawa Gin next to him to be an ally: "Xiaoyin, let's take good care of Ryuzhi If he escapes from under the covers, he will die."

Nakahara Chuya held his forehead in a decent manner, and performed a weak posture, which immediately awakened Akutagawa's psychological shadow.The cub, who was as thin as a milk cat, widened his eyes in horror, pulled the quilt so tightly that he was almost wrapped around Akutagawa Ryunosuke, and looked at him pleadingly, "Brother, don't go out...don't go out, okay?" ..."

In the past, she had seen Akutagawa Ryunosuke collapsed exhausted with scars all over his body countless times, but he couldn't do anything but cover his mouth and cry, fearing that his brother would never wake up again.

Akutagawa Gin's voice was so hoarse that he could barely speak. It was freezing outside all night in the winter, and Nakahara Zhong also found out how long she had been calling for help. Her throat was severely inflamed, and it took a lot of effort to squeeze out a weak breath. The voice, paired with the weeping expression, suppressed Akutagawa Ryunosuke's movement of wanting to fight.

"..." Ryunosuke Akutagawa bit his lower lip. At this time, he has not been taught to be so paranoid that he can't pull it back, even if the stubborn and extreme part of his nature makes him a little out of control, the sister's tears In the end, his reason was pulled back.

"Okay." Akutagawa Ryunosuke said dryly, in exchange for a bright smile from his younger sister's wet eyes.

Just this once.Akutagawa Ryunosuke said to himself, he obediently lay down obediently under Nakahara Chuya's pressure, and pulled the quilt up to cover his flushed cheeks.

The disobedient patient finally calmed down. Nakahara Nakaya patted the quilt with satisfaction, opened the fairy tale book he brought, and imitated Oda Sakunosuke to read the bedtime story to the patient.Akutagawa Ryunosuke tried his best to keep his eyes open and listen to what he read at first, but because of the sequelae of weakness and high fever, he soon couldn't bear the engulfing tiredness, and curled up in the quilt in a drowsy state. fell asleep.

It was the first time since I could remember that I slept in such a warm, comfortable and safe environment. There was no burning pain caused by hunger in my stomach, and the warmth brought an indescribable sense of security, which made his brows that had been frowning unconsciously relax slightly. Some, his face showed some innocence and childishness in line with his age.

Seeing that Akutagawa Ryunosuke was asleep, Nakahara Nakahara beckoned over to Akutagawa Gin who was staring at him, let her sit on his lap and read a book together, and let her continue reading the book in a soft voice. story.

There are no illustrations in Erye Tingming's books here, and the full text is dazzling. Akutagawa Gin can only recognize a few pseudonyms that her brother taught her sporadically. Hearing that Zhongyuan Zhong also reads fluently, he can't help but look up at him in admiration. he.

Few people can read and write in the slums, and books are scarce resources. She heard from Ryunosuke Akutagawa that their family was once rich and lived in a beautiful house outside. enlightenment education.

But that was all before she was born, so long ago that it seemed like a story that happened in another world.

However, this does not prevent Akutagawa Gin from thinking that people who can read are very good, especially her brother who is a little older than her but can read by himself like Nakahara Nakaya.

Bathed in his younger sister's adoring eyes, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but feel a little flustered. He couldn't help rubbing his nose and pinching his younger sister's fleshless cheeks, and promised, "I'll teach you how to read when your illness is cured. You don't have to worry about it at all." It’s so easy, after you learn it, you can read your favorite books.”

After reading the fairy tale, Chuya Nakahara opened the poetry collection of the poet Chuya Nakahara again, and read two poems he liked to Yin Akutagawa. His forehead worried that he was burning again.

If Tingming Erye saw Chuya Nakahara's thoughtful and considerate posture of raising children, [-]% of them would pull out Sakunosuke Oda, and sighed with emotion that like a mother, like a son (bu).

It's a pity that Erye Tingming is in a dream now, so he missed the scene that he could use to laugh at Chuya Zhongya for more than ten years in the future.

Sometimes a week can really go by so fast that you feel sleepy enough to destroy the world on a Monday morning. What happened in the last second is already a Friday night when you have to face the reality of going to work the next day. .

If you are a student, you still have to work hard to make up your homework at this moment. While burning lights and writing hard at night, you swear for the umpteenth time that you will not talk about being playful next time, and finish your homework early.

The same principle applies to the transcendents invited by Erye Tingming.

After finishing his day's painting work, Wilde dragged his exhausted body with supernatural powers close to exhaustion and lay back on the bed. He was full of expectations and silently recited "go to dream" to fall asleep, waiting for the soul to take him out of that cage for a short time.

——Take him to the world of books, there are so many magnificent adventures and such a vast and boundless world, which is a magnificent scene that he has never seen in the canvas.

He was addicted to it, unable to extricate himself, almost the only hope in the whole day of mechanical painting.

However, when Wilde was still thinking about the book he hadn't finished, and guessing the development of the next plot, he opened his eyes and saw Erye Tingming sitting there, flipping through the manuscript paper in his hand to remind Wilde, agree He didn't even start writing what he wanted to write, but only drew a page of scribbled sketches.

"This is troublesome..." Wilde sighed like a student who forgot to do his homework.He rubbed his forehead, took off the books he hadn't finished reading from the bookshelf as originally planned, pulled out the chair and sat in his seat—seven days were enough for him to develop a tacit understanding with the others, and he took his seat at the round table for the first time It became their permanent seat.

"It seems that my companions are making good progress?" Wilde glanced at the manuscript paper in Erye Tingming's hand and said with a smile.

Erye Tingming shook his head, "No one has given it to me yet. This is written by a friend of mine. It's so well written that I can't help but want to read it several times."

As the creator of this dream, Naruto Erye Ting can monitor the situation in the dream in real time through the ontology even if he is not in the dream, and grasp the frequency of entry and exit and writing progress of these transcendents.Under the tremendous psychological pressure and the pressure of the deadline, some of these transcendents gritted their teeth and finished writing, and some of them had no suspense.

Wilde is one of the most thorough ones, but he is also the one who stays in the dream for the longest time. He visited on time every day for seven days, and the average stay time is more than hours, which is almost equivalent to spending all the sleep time in the dream. Here, there is no desire to enjoy ordinary sleep and rest.

Although Erye Tingming has set the function of soothing the spirit in the dream, theoretically staying here is the same as entering a deep sleep state, and one should wake up refreshed, but human beings' perception of fatigue is extremely subjective. After staying awake at night to read a book, it just feels like I haven't slept all night.

Wilde also had his own explanation for this, "The body is asleep anyway." A cold smile floated on the corner of his lips, as if his soul had long since departed from his body, "As long as my body is healthy, supernatural powers can still be used, other It doesn't matter what it is."

He even enjoys the slight trance state caused by reading too many books in his dreams, which leads to chaos during routine medical examinations.

This may be the happiest seven days since he was born. Obviously his body is still trapped in a cage, and his soul is just wandering in the pile of books in his dream, but the taste of freedom that he has never tasted has invaded him like poison/drug His bone marrow made the restraints he had been accustomed to become unbearable, so that for the first time he dropped the brush and tore the canvas, and lost his temper as ignorantly as a child.

What a gaffe.Wilde thought, feeling for the first time that he had vented something terribly flatteringly.Even though he had to talk to a psychiatrist for a long time afterwards, if Orwell hadn't covered him up, he would almost have been exposed by hypnotherapy—even in such a dangerous situation, he still felt that kind of unrestrained freedom. I will never forget the taste.

"Okay." Wilde shrugged, and raised his hand in surrender under Erye Tingming's gaze, "I will write it, and I will write it after I finish this book."

He propped his chin up, and laughed lazily as if drunk, "Although I still have a lot of things I can't figure out, at least I can write something."

"Well...it's just that I haven't written anything for a long time, I hope you don't think my writing is clumsy."

what is he going to write...

Wilde stood in his dream, recalling the beautiful house full of roses.

It is probably to write about a canary in a gorgeous and luxurious cage, a rich and well-fed food but delusional freedom.

Obviously doomed to not be able to survive in the outside world, because the beautiful feather is hiding in Tibet, starving, starving and bruised, and singing desperately to praise the storm that took his life.

When the storm subsided, the ragged and dirty bird was thrown into the garbage.

——Everyone will laugh at him, what a ungrateful beast.