Genius writer

Zhuang Mo has been thinking about Ren Mingqing's condition.From the moment he decided to sign Ren Mingqing, all his work revolved around Ren Mingqing. The matter of Ren Mingqing's dual personality was always floating above his head like a sword of Damocles, which made him dare not take it lightly. .After moving, the first thing he did was to invite Dr. Mu so that the two of them could have close contact.

Mu Yisu had dinner with Ren Mingqing, and had been watching him secretly during the dinner.

Ren Mingqing is a frail young man, quiet and shy, especially shy of strangers, and never takes the initiative to talk to himself.He didn't even dare to look at him, once he looked at him, he blushed.But this is not pathological, it is just social fear caused by low self-esteem. His interaction with Zhuang Mo is much more relaxed and natural, which shows that there is no pathological social barrier.

But Mu Yisu didn't quite understand why Ren Mingqing was so timid.According to Zhuang Mo's narrative, he is a talented young writer with a high income.Moreover, he is handsome and handsome, which is considered to be a very outstanding appearance among men.People with good looks are generally more confident and have a higher sense of self-identity, but he seems to be completely unaware of this, and he is a bit ashamed to meet people.

After eating, Zhuang Mo and Mu Yisu went to the balcony to smoke: "What do you think of him?"

Once out of Ren Mingqing's sight, Zhuang Mo became very oppressive, his brows were cold and sad, and his beautifully shaped lips turned into a strong arc.

"I don't think he's sick, but you are." Mu Yisu glanced at him lazily.

Zhuang Mo was smoking a cigarette, his lips parted slightly, never expecting this conclusion.

"Eight hairy crabs, you ate seven of them, what's wrong with you?"

Mu Yisu and Zhuang Mo are old classmates, and he knows exactly what kind of bastard Zhuang Mo is, so seeing Zhuang Mo's earnest and considerate care for Ren Mingqing at the dinner table, he suspects that his brain is broken - Zhuang Mo didn't eat much at all , as if looking at Ren Mingqing would fill him up.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, Mu Yisu came to the door with a box of blue crabs out of courtesy.Zhuang Mo cooked them all in one go, and then peeled them off one by one for Ren Mingqing, cleaned them inside and out, and offered them to the bowl in front of him.The claws of the blue crab were hard and big, which was difficult to handle. Zhuang Mo chopped up the crab shell with a kitchen knife, and patiently picked out the meat, dipped it in soy sauce and gave it to him to eat.

At that time Mu Yisu persuaded: "Crabs are cold in nature, don't feed him so much."

"Anything you eat is nutritious. Eat as much as you like, there is no need to be so particular about it." Zhuang Mo ignored it, and turned around and continued to feed Ren Mingqing.

This little guy was also very greedy, and he said "No, no!" Zhuang Mo persuaded: "Eat!" He said: "Okay!"

Mu Yisu felt that if there really was hell in this world, Ren Mingqing would definitely go to that level of gluttony.

The most nerve-wracking thing was that Zhuang Mo spent the whole night drinking red wine with crab legs.

Ren Mingqing ate crabs, he ate crab legs.

Mu Yisu had met Tan Si before, but Zhuang Mo didn't treat Tan Si like that at all.The same author, Zhuang Mo and Tan Si eating at the same table is not so disgusting.Mu Yisu couldn't swallow the whole dinner, and felt that he shouldn't have come at all.

Zhuang Mo listened to Mu Yisu's complaint about the seven crabs, and explained to him: "He was often hungry when he was a child, so he was very obsessed with eating."

"Then you can't feed him like a pig. After all, you are a sea turtle with double degrees, not an uneducated rural aunt. Change the concept of 'Eating is treasure'."

Zhuang Mo looked up at the full moon in the sky, feeling inexplicably uneasy: "I'm just afraid that he will die young."

"He is in his 20s, can the term "death" be applied to him?"

"You don't understand." Zhuang Mo didn't explain to him, anyway, he wouldn't understand his worry about Ren Mingqing, "—do you think he looks like a lunatic?"

Back to the professional issue, Mu Yisu became serious: "I can't see any signs of madness in him. It shouldn't be mental illness, and mental illness is not like this. Mental illness is something wrong with the brain. If you are worried, go to him. He's doing a brain exam, and I'm leaning toward him having no organic disease."

"But he's split very thoroughly." Zhuang Mo took a deep breath, "Usually he's a young man who talks five things, four beauties and three good things. Once it happens, the two of us together won't survive 5 minutes under his hands."

Mu Yisu was surprised: "Then you still live with him?" If it were him, just lock him up first.

"I can't leave him alone." Zhuang Mo loves Ren Mingqing as much as he hates Gao Yuan. "At least it's isolated from the world, so he can't harm others."

"Only relying on your one-sided words, without seeing is believing, I can't make a false diagnosis. But if what you said is true, he should have a relatively serious mental illness. How about I give him a psychological diagnosis first and see if I can Meet this legendary second personality."

"If Gao Yuan knew that we were trying to cure him, he would kill someone." Zhuang Mo was caught in a dilemma.

At this moment, the elevator outside went down to the first floor, and the two tacitly changed the subject.There were light and heavy footsteps from far and near, and after a while, Ren Mingqing appeared outside the door.He called Mr. Sheng Zhuang first, and then asked Mu Yisu for help: "Doctor Mu, I seem to have a bad stomach, do you have any gastrointestinal medicine..."

Mu Yisu gave Zhuang Mo a wink, meaning what to do now, he is a psychiatrist and not a clinical practitioner, so he is out of the loop right now.But Zhuang Mo ignored him at all, and nervously went up to ask Ren Mingqing where it hurts.Mu Yisu had no choice but to make up an excuse on his own: "Today I was congratulating you on your housewarming, and I didn't prepare anything. But you just have to have a physical examination, how about I contact the hospital for you?"

"You don't need to be so troublesome..." Ren Mingqing's voice collapsed, obviously enduring great pain.

"Why are you being stubborn at a time like this?" Zhuang Mo saw his lips turn pale from the pain, put on his coat and went outside to drive.He now believes that blue crabs should not be eaten too much, and seeing Ren Mingqing huddled up in the co-pilot, he regretted it.

Mu Yisu made a phone call in the car. Ren Mingqing went to the hospital and went straight to the emergency room. He had blood tests and B-ultrasound, and also had a gastroscopy. Finally, it was found that he had severe chronic gastritis and gastric ulcer.The doctor said that his illness was caused by starvation, Zhuang Mo was very upset when he heard that.The reason why Ren Mingqing binge eats is because his stomach is very insensitive.He doesn't know he's full, and he's particularly prone to confuse an upset stomach with hunger. These two physical sensations are very similar, so he can't stop eating.Zhuang Mo really wanted to raise him well, feed him everything that was nutritious, and he would not be able to replenish his deficiency, which would only aggravate his condition.

That night Ren Mingqing had a high fever, and the family hadn't slept a night before going straight to the operating room.Zhuang Mo didn't have the heart to discuss the split personality with Mu Yisu any more, so he went home and sorted out some toiletries, and came to accompany him on the bed.

Ren Mingqing fell ill like a mountain.

He was born with poor physical fitness, and was abused in his childhood, leaving many sequelae.When Zhuang Mo wiped him for the first time, he was very sad when he saw the scars on his body.Poverty, hunger, domestic violence, he has never experienced any of these, and it was unimaginable before.But when those scars were exposed in front of his eyes, the feeling was completely different.Nothing made Zhuang Mo more aware of his luck and Ren Mingqing's misfortune than this scarred body. His luck turned into a sense of responsibility and a desire to protect, and he vowed not to let Ren Mingqing live a miserable life no matter what.

In addition to gastritis, Ren Mingqing's cardiopulmonary function is obviously weaker than ordinary people, and he has a slight arrhythmia; his immune system is also poor, and he caught the flu after going to the blood test center for a while; his legs were born disabled, He had to endure knee pain all year round; this also caused him to deform his spine, which was aggravated by desk work, and he suffered from migraines in recent years.In short, after an examination, there is nothing good about the whole body, and it is all sick.

Zhuang Mo was waiting outside the operating room, feeling unprecedentedly anxious. Mu Yisu watched him smoke one after another, unable to stop for a moment.

"You don't have to blame yourself too much, he is really not in good health."

"I shouldn't have asked him to write "The Chronicle of the Great and the Great"... Yes, it's all because of the "The Chronicle of the Great and the Great." The cigarette ash fell on the trouser legs, Zhuang Mo's voice was very soft, but full of resentment, "...No, It's not just "The Chronicle of the Vast", writing will kill him one day."

No matter how much Ren Mingqing raised him, his complexion was not good, and he was always faintly uneasy.The day before yesterday, his right eyelid twitched.At that time, he was busy opening the website, and planned to take Ren Mingqing to recuperate after moving.But now he's in the operating room.

"You're not a doctor. No one would have thought of such a thing. You'll learn a lot from it. When he's discharged from the hospital, I'll recommend a nutritionist to you."

Mu Yisu patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, and a string of tears suddenly fell from Zhuang Mo's eyes.

This bastard who was always calm and shrewd actually cried.

"I don't want him to write any more."

Zhuang Mo knew better than the doctor why Ren Mingqing fell ill.Past experience is part of it, and writing is a large part of the reason for his physical deterioration.Zhuang Mo is an editor, and he knows very well how much torture the writing profession will bring to the author himself.

In the perception of many people, being a writer is a very easy job, just sitting there and typing, but this is not the case at all.

Because of the long-term writing at the desk, most of the authors will have problems with the lumbar spine, frozen shoulders, and inflammation of the wrist tendons due to overuse.And this job is not easy to pass. Most of the work can be done seriously or not seriously, but this is not the case when writing a book. No matter how serious you are, you have to rack your brains word by word and type it in the document, so Authors often say that works are painstaking efforts, which is really painstaking efforts.

More importantly, writing, especially long-form writing, is a kind of devastation and torture to the human spirit.

At the beginning of a story, no matter how fresh, interesting, and ambitious it is, in the middle and late stages of writing, after the enthusiasm gradually fades, various problems will always arise.Even for a person as conceited as Xuan Yuan, he has times when he is worried about the story: he can’t write any more, the characters lose their charm, the old meme is no longer attractive, he doesn’t know how to advance the plot, and the forced writing is a bit overwhelming. Embarrassing... It happens to Calvin from time to time. The feeling that the body has been hollowed out but the end is still far away will defeat the strongest-willed person.

And the author is working alone in the creation process. It cannot be said that I can't continue to write. It is impossible for me to resign and let others do it.You are alone, and you can only count on yourself from the beginning to the end. This kind of loneliness and helplessness is not something ordinary people can experience at all.

The author not only bears the pressure of the text, but also bears the pressure of various aspects like ordinary people: whether the readers will recognize or not what I write; whether it has commercial value and whether I can support myself; Where to go after...

The author's job is very cruel. It is not a stable job. If you don't make it from the thousands of troops to the S-level, you will be eliminated soon.Even if you can make money now, do you dare to say that you still meet the tastes of new readers in three to five years?What's more, the authors who make money will always be a very small number of authors.This is the same as the entertainment industry, it's a career that will be successful forever.

Zhuang Mo had never met a few writers who were physically and mentally healthy.All successful authors have paid a price behind them that is unimaginable to ordinary people. Tan Si has a very serious allergic constitution.

Including Ren Mingqing.When he was writing "The New Tenant", he was upside down day and night, and his mental state was very poor; when he was writing "The Grand Chronicle", he seemed to have good material conditions, but in fact, Zhuang Mo could hear his pain every day when they talked on the phone.

There are only two readers of "The Great and Poor Ji", both of whom are big men, and they don't come to him every day to read the text, and no readers applaud him when he writes it. Not only is he lonely, but he also doesn't know how well he writes.The author finds his position from the readers' comments. Ren Mingqing has no readers and cannot reflect on himself, which leads to his extreme lack of confidence in himself.

Later, Ren Mingqing was worried about Jingyu's financing, and was rushing to make progress every day.Now that the finale was approaching, he had to delete [-] words for every [-] words he wrote. After writing it, he cried to Zhuang Mo and told him that he couldn't do it.

The doctor said that his severe stomach trouble this time has a lot to do with his anxiety some time ago. He has always had organic diseases, and nervous disorders are the main culprit.In fact, the body could not hold on for a long time, and it was just relying on willpower that it did not fall down, so once it was over, the disease came down like a mountain, just like a flood destroying a dam riddled with holes.

Zhuang Mo waited outside the operating room and looked at the red light that was on, thinking it was a warning—Ren Mingqing could no longer walk this way.

Mu Yisu narrowed his eyes: "Did I hear correctly? Isn't he your author?"

Zhuang Mo's tears still hang on his face, but he has calmed down, his expression is decisive and decisive: "I thought about it carefully, there is no need for him to write a book. The family is not short of money, I just hope that he will be happy every day, don't I struggled for a day in front of the computer for a plot of hundreds of words, and when I wrote it, people said that this was bad and that was bad. It’s not that I can’t afford him.”

Mu Yisu's frivolous and mocking smile disappeared, and he even took a deep breath.

He quickly shook Zhuang Mo: "Wait a minute, I don't seem to understand your relationship...Is he your wife?"

Zhuang Mo didn't speak, his eyes were puzzled, as if he didn't understand why Mu Yisu asked such a question.

"Shen Congxin, you keep telling me that he is your author. But because of this trivial matter, you don't let him write articles. Is he really just your author?" Mu Yisu now understands why Zhuang Mo was so weird tonight, seeing through the truth, he was even a little complacent, "I said, do you like her?"