After writing the book, all of Yokohama wanted to hunt me down

"The war that has brought sorrow and pain to the world will end with a force that cannot be resisted, and that is the end it is destined to usher in.

And those powers will become the cornerstone of the world, forming a brave new world. 』

Compared to talking, writing on paper is easier for Yuan Xuan.

She tried very hard to imagine the encounter between her brother and Bie Tianwang, and at the same time, she was letting herself enter the world where she didn't exist.

Published novelists, if only slightly famous (or not at all), are likely to hear from readers.This point has been known since Yuan Xuan submitted her first manuscript—that is, the letter.

Several years had passed since that letter was published in the newspaper, during which time she had received dozens of letters from readers.Except for the first time when editor Wada sent her to the orphanage, the subsequent letters from readers were all brought back by Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.

"Because I know someone in the newspaper." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko explained to her in this way, and he also said, "If Aya writes a new manuscript, I can also help you submit it."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is very rich, and he is never stingy about squandering his wealth anywhere, as if it is endless.Because of this, the number of people he knew—or the people who were trying to get to know him—had always been many.

For Yuan Xuan, this is just a small episode.She put more attention on letters from readers.

A letter from one of the readers greatly affected her. She felt that the letter was like a key, which opened the door to the past and brought her back a long time ago, and the nightmare reappeared again.

That reader is also a soldier who retired from the battlefield.

Although Yuanxuan used her own perspective when writing the letter, readers generally would not really identify the author of the letter as a young girl, especially combined with the "born in a small isolated village" revealed in the letter, even more so. It is a work that makes people think of it as an adult and created it based on a little girl.

This is what happens from time to time in the process of literary creation.

Apparently, that reader thought so too.

He wrote in the letter, "When I read your letter, the war is over as you hoped at the end of the letter.As soldiers, we retreated from the battlefield, but my companions and I could no longer find our own home.Our family, our hometown have disappeared from our lives, we have been abandoned by this world.At that moment, I sadly missed the battlefield, the past that shuttled between the gunfire and the flesh and blood, even the roar of the explosion/bomb could not hide the beating of the heart, we are very clear about the fact that we are "alive" every day. 』

After reading this, she didn't even dare to continue.This letter reminded Yuanxuan of her father, whose soul could not return to his homeland after the war, and there was no place for them in this world.

She still remembered that she had used "Brave New World" in her letter to describe the world after the war, and this letter was silently refuting what she had written.

This ironic truth makes Yuan Xuan unbearable.Almost trembling, she put the letter back into the envelope.

Except for this one, most of the letters from readers actually made Yuanxuan feel relieved. In the letters, they expressed sympathy for the heroine’s experience and told her the pain caused by the war.

Yuan Xuan thought that since she could receive letters from readers, her brother would definitely receive more.

She imagined that her elder brother who became a novelist received letters from readers. If it was him, he would definitely do his best to write and reply to those readers.

He has always been a very caring person.

When thinking of this, Yuan Xuan had an idea.

In this world, one topic that will never stop is the pain of the heart.

It is different from physical/physical pain. It is difficult to heal the wounds of the soul. Sometimes it is an event, sometimes a word, which may cause irreparable trauma to a person's heart.

The development of religion in this country is exceptionally prosperous, and it was not affected even during the war. After the war, people covered with scars need more spiritual comfort.

Yuan Xuan decided to start from this angle.

"The matter has come to this point, and I am afraid that the problem cannot be solved by words.After returning from there, I can often see the existence of "it". No matter how many times I look at that familiar face, I can't control the emotions that fill my heart.

"It" has a face indistinguishable from those of my flesh and blood. 』

Just the beginning made Yuan Xuan find it difficult to breathe.Especially when she thought of the protagonist in this story, and the "I" in it was her brother, she felt that the hand holding the pen began to tremble.

"I'm writing about my brother's life." Such thoughts filled her mind, making it impossible for her to treat it with a normal mood.

She closed her eyes, and it took her a while to calm herself down. After she calmed down, she thought of a method—to weaken the characteristics of "I" as much as possible in the process of writing, and focus the story on "it" , that is, the body of Bie Tianwang.

In this way, the story can become more manageable.

"After I published my first novel, I received letters from readers one after another.This made me a little flattered, and my clumsy writing style and superficial articles were able to get people's response. For this reason, I was happy for a long time.

This shift in thinking came when I received a letter.

There is a reader who lives alone in the mountains, and he inherited a temple from his family.In the letter, he told me that the life in the mountains is almost isolated from the modern society, and the products of science and technology have not been popularized, so he can only rely on books to relieve the long boring.

"Among all the books, my favorite part is actually the "postscript" part after the end of the story. I think this part can reveal the author's intention of writing."

He wrote so in the letter. 』

After writing this, Yuan Xuan gently called Bie Tianwang's name, she turned her face to look at Bie Tianwang's face carefully, this was the first time she observed him so seriously.

Products such as supernatural beings come from the ancient past. At that time, human beings did not understand the many mysteries of this world, so they attributed all incomprehensible things to demons or gods.

The Bie Tianwang standing in front of her actually fits this kind of fantasy to a certain extent.

Even if they have the same face, it cannot be ignored that Bie Tianwang has a unique feeling that is different from Yuanxuan and from human beings.

Yuan Xuan stretched out her hand cautiously, she touched the back of Heavenly King Bie's hand, the cold touch made her shrink back all of a sudden.

With complicated emotions, she withdrew her attention and continued to write.

"After a few letters back and forth, we became pen pals.On Xinzhong Mountain (this is his surname) told me about the history of the family temple. At its most prosperous time, the temple accommodated more than 200 people to hold sacrifices. in the temple.

However, there are no believers in the temple now, and even the name of the sect has been forgotten by time.

"That's such a pity," I wrote back, "I'd really like to see it for myself if I get the chance."

I just wrote this sentence on a whim, but the mountain that received the letter seemed to be very serious. Another letter was sent with a ticket, and the destination on it was a small town in Tokyo.

I found this place from a map. 』

Because she wanted to skip the part with the main content of "I" as soon as possible, Yuan Xuan just prepared a little bit, then changed the location in the article, and moved the main story of the story to that temple.

"When I arrived in the small town with light luggage, I saw on the platform the mountain who came down to welcome me. He was much younger than I thought.

It is hard to imagine such a young man living alone in a temple in the mountains, especially since the road up the mountain cannot even be used by cars - we have to walk up the mountain.

On the platform, Shanzhang was very enthusiastic to help me with my luggage. I wanted to politely refuse because the luggage was not too heavy, but he said happily, "I didn't expect that Mr. Yuan would actually accept my invitation. Please be sure." Let me do something for you!"

In this way, I followed behind the mountain with luggage. 』

Although she has written many letters before, this is the first time for Yuan Xuan to write a novel. Novels and letters are two completely different literary genres. Even if there are similarities, many problems will inevitably arise.

Therefore, after writing here, Yuan Xuan stopped writing for a while, picked up the draft, and read it to Bie Tianwang.

After reading it, she asked, "What do you think?"

Yuan Xuan's voice hides expectations that she has not been aware of. Even after so long, she still has expectations for the possibility that other heavenly kings will respond to her.

This is just her expectation, and the king of heaven can't give a response-according to common sense.

At that moment, an unexplainable situation occurred.

Yuan Xuan was startled to realize that the place she was in had changed, and the surrounding scenery was no longer the original room, but a lush forest.

She was on a rugged path, and the faint sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the branches and leaves, casting bright and dark shadows on the uneven surface.

Yuan Xuan was startled by such a scene, she stood there in a daze, and could clearly hear the chirping of birds and insects in her ears.

"how come……"

A thought suddenly flashed in her mind, Yuan Xuan began to look for the figure of Bie Tianwang, she easily found Bie Tianwang by her side, and the other party was still calm without any waves.

Yuan Xuan's mood was very complicated at the moment, she hesitated for a moment, and asked cautiously: "Did you do it?"

Finally, Bie Tianwang raised his face, and his empty eyes met her gaze.

Yuan Xuan took this reaction as her default.