The first time she saw him was on the bus.
She had short hair, a fair face, and a sunny temperament. She was holding a cell phone in her hand. She sat down to read, stood up to read, and walked to read. I really wanted to remind this brother that a girl sitting with him had been paying attention to him for a long time, but he was so focused on his phone that I didn't want to disturb him.
When we got off the bus, we were at the same stop. Standing side by side at the back door, I glanced at him and was a little surprised."Do you also watch Battle Through the Heavens?"
He glanced at me.”
"I'm looking too. Where are you looking?”
"I've fused with the 'Heavenly Flame'."
"I saw it all…"
They met just like that.
Normally, he was a little taciturn, but the facts proved that he was crazy. When the few of them agreed to go out to play, he could not say a word for a day. However, when the few of them went out to play, he could talk alone for a day.
Time passed very quickly, and my relationship with him became more and more solid. We were friends and brothers who talked about almost everything. Because we have the same hobby, reading web novels.
I can't forget what he said to me two years ago."What if I write a novel?”
"Are you crazy?" "How can a normal person write novels?" It could easily be a few million words. You didn't even pass the essay, right?”
"Oh." He only nodded and said nothing more.
She hadn't seen him for three months, and when she saw him again, it was on the bus.
Slight stubble, dispirited face…
I heard that he has really started writing novels. His QQ signature is asking everyone to follow my new book and so on. He told me to go and take a look, excitedly telling me that he would definitely crush the battle and trample mortals to death.
I couldn't believe it, so I went to take a look.
I tried my best to read it for the whole day, but I could only give up. I actually wanted to find a little highlight in his book to attract me to read it. Unfortunately, I failed.
Maybe he's been depressed. We haven't contacted each other for half a year. His QQ status hasn't been updated, and his profile picture hasn't lit up. I don't know if he's invisible or not.
In the blink of an eye, 14 years had passed. It was June, and the summer was hot.
"Hey, XX, come out and sing."
The phone rang. I was surprised to receive his call. I could hear that he was very happy. No, it was a kind of pleasure. His tone infected me, and I became inexplicably happy.
"Hahaha, do you know why I called you out to sing today?”
He suddenly stopped in the KTV and laughed wildly.
"Because my book has been signed. Haha, he signed the contract. Just as…Point, the one where Potato and Third Young Master were both present. Point. I've signed the contract!"
He laughed and shouted into the microphone.
We looked around at each other blankly. What was signing a contract? It seemed that signing a contract was very impressive.
"I've been writing for almost a year. It's almost a whole year. I've been writing every day. I don't do anything. I write every day. not easy
Finally, I've worked it out. I've finally signed a contract. Hahaha. Do you know how difficult it is to sign a contract? Ninety-nine percent of authors can't even sign a contract…"
He told us about his experiences over such a long time and complained about things that we could not understand at all. I understand now. So signing a contract is very difficult.
Before he could congratulate her, he cried. He leaned on the table and cried,"I've finally signed the contract."
A friend sighed." Wake up. Stop dreaming."”
Everyone looked at him in confusion.
"Actually, I really want to say that you're not a talented person. I heard that you've been writing novels for a long time. Did you only sign the contract today? I wrote a novel two years ago and signed a contract with the first one. I'm not trying to hurt you. I just want to say that you don't have talent. Don't dream of becoming a God. I gave up two years ago.”
“……”
We understand now, so signing a contract is not difficult…
Unexpectedly, he did not give up and continued writing.
What was even more surprising was that he seemed to have really succeeded.
I don't know if the book he signed on sold well, but I feel that his temperament has changed. It's that kind of disdainful temperament, as if he doesn't care about anything. I've seen this kind of temperament from nouveau riche before.
"Yo, you got a Lotus King?" I haven't seen him for a few months. He surprised me when I first saw him.
"Hehe, long time no see. What have you been doing recently?”
I always felt that he seemed to have changed into a different person. It was the kind of feeling that deliberately kept a low profile."Nothing much. My family found a job and I'm working now. What about you?"
"I'm writing a novel."
"Are you still writing?"
"Of course, one road leads to the end. How can a person give up so easily?"
"So you're a big writer now. How much do you earn a month?”
"Haha, not much. It's enough to feed myself."
“……”
After chatting for a long time, I really looked at him in a new light. I have a feeling that his novel has really succeeded and he should have made a lot of money.
I'm tempted too. I want to write a novel too.
But in the end, I still didn't have his boldness and couldn't write.
A few months later, 15 years had passed. At the end of the year, I received a call from him."Lend me five hundred yuan."
"You're still asking me for money? Great writer, I was planning to borrow it from you.”I was a little surprised.
"The royalties haven't arrived yet. I'll pay you back after the new year.”
“……”
I think that the him on the surface is not the real him, right? Did he really succeed?
In the summer of 2015, I suddenly had a sudden impulse to see what the environment of a great writer's creation was like. After informing him over the phone, I went to his house.
When I entered his bedroom at his invitation, I could clearly feel myself frowning subconsciously. A dark and damp smell assaulted his senses. The entire room was filled with the smell of smoke and some strange mixed smells. The curtains were drawn, and the entire room was dark. The computer was turned on, and there was a document on the interface. It was full of small words.
"Is this where you work?”
"Yeah, I realized that I don't like light anymore. I don't even turn on the lights at night now because I don't have any inspiration when the lights are on.”
I was a little worried.”
"Who cares? I'm still young. By the way, have you read my new book?"
I wanted to say that I had read it, but I was afraid that I would be exposed if he asked me about the plot, so I shook my head.
He was a little disappointed. He smiled and said,"Then you have time to take a look."”
"Definitely."
I looked at a photo on the computer screen."Your girlfriend? It's quite beautiful."
A blissful smile appeared on his face."Pretty, right? We've been together for two years."
"Is that so? Why didn't I know about this before?"
"I didn't tell you."
"She's so beautiful. She must have spent a lot of money, right?”
Speaking of this, he smiled bitterly and did not answer the question in the end.
August 8th, a day I will never forget.
My primary school classmate wants me to go to XX bar for her birthday.
Amidst the loud music of the DJ, we drank to our heart's content.
His birthday classmate's surname was Liu, so he would call him Old Liu for the time being.
Old Liu pointed at the female DJ and said,""That woman isn't bad?"
"Then why don't you ask him to accompany you?" We jeered.
Old Liu laughed and said disdainfully,""That's only good. You guys haven't seen the real best.”
Old Liu was a little drunk." Wait, I'll call you guys."”
In less than half an hour, three girls arrived. They seemed to be familiar with Old Liu. After greeting him, they sat down without any fear of strangers. The three girls are all very beautiful, but I keep feeling that one of them looks very familiar.
Maybe it was just an illusion…
My classmates are not honest. After chatting with each other, they started to get physical. The girls didn't dislike it either. They laughed and played with them. I could tell that these people should have a rich nightlife. I might not be able to blend in.
Old Liu placed a hand on the familiar beauty. He touched her legs. Suo leaned into her ear and spoke. I didn't know what Old Liu said, but I heard the girl say,"I don't want to break up with him yet. I think he treats me quite well.”
Old Liu hugged her waist and pressed her down on the sofa. They were all classmates, so he didn't avoid arousing suspicion."Then I'm not good, right?"
The girl was pressed down by him. "Good to see you too."”
I finished a bottle of beer and felt depressed. Because I knew why she looked familiar. I saw her photo not long ago. This was the person who would smile whenever the man mentioned her.
"Don't come back tonight."
"Not going back where?"
"Your home, my home, Ru home."
"Then I have to give him a call. I have to call him every night at ten o'clock.”
"I'm jealous!"
"Haha."
The girl went out.
But now, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable."I have something to do, so I'll leave first."
"Hey, you…"
Outside the bar, I saw the girl outside the silent door. I only heard her say into the phone,"I'm at home, I'm going to sleep…"
I didn't go far. I stood on the curb and looked at the heavy traffic. I actually felt a sense of loss. I still called him,"Is your girlfriend called XXX?"
"Yes."
His voice was very low, so low that it surprised me.
"I want to tell you something."
"You don't have to say anymore. I'm right opposite you.”
I looked up. The man was sitting on the bus seat across the road with a phone in his hand, but he was looking at the bar behind me. Her eyes were slightly red, but there were no tears…
We had a long talk, and I felt sad for him.
That man had never succeeded. Everything he did in front of us was just an exaggerated appearance. When I thought that he had really earned a lot of money from writing books, his income for two months was actually less than my monthly salary.
He took a month's worth of royalties and gave it to the woman, telling her that it was one-third of his monthly income. That woman, on the other hand, had used his money to dress herself up and do things he did not know about at a place and time he did not know about.
I admit that he is a man, and only a man. It wasn't useless, but it wasn't outstanding at all.
That man had too much self-esteem.
When others scoffed at his dreams, he would slap his own face to prove that he was right. Actually, he knew better than anyone else whether he was right or not.
I found it a little ridiculous. Why was he so childish? I could never understand. What was a dream? Oh, a dream.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry because I had never seen such a childish man.
I haven't seen him since then.
Perhaps he still had a fair face and simple short hair. Perhaps it was the sparse stubble and the dispirited face.
This was an online author, a web author that he didn't know how to describe.
Perhaps he had started over. After two years of experience, he had never succeeded, but failure should have taught him how to be a human being, right?
He wanted to prove himself, but he didn't have the ability to do so.
That man was like a lonely ant with limited ability. He could only carry bits and pieces, but he insisted on building a nest where he wanted.
That man might succeed, but it was more likely that he would continue to fail. After all, if a man couldn't even protect a woman, what could he protect?
That man actually cried and said to me,
" In the past two years, my biggest dream was not some grand and magnificent ideal. In the past two years, I only wanted to succeed once. In these countless failures, I only wanted to succeed once. Just once, even if it was a small one…"
That man was afraid to see his own future. He wrote metaphysics novels, but he was afraid of metaphysics. He was afraid that metaphysics could really predict his fate, afraid that someone had really predicted his fate and told him in advance. Because he knew that he might still fail in the future. However, he did not want to know in advance, because that would not motivate him to work hard towards the slim hope of not failing.
That man always pretended to smile in front of his friends and family and always said that he was very good. However, only he knew that he had been suffering in secret. He didn't even dare to tell his family what the novel he wrote was called because he often revealed his true feelings in the novel. He was afraid that his family would see it. He was afraid of many things, but he was most afraid that his family would know the truth.
That man had forgotten about that woman. He had no love or hate in his heart. Right now, he only wanted to live on for himself and live a good life for himself.
The man swore for the umpteenth time," This time, he really had to succeed!!!
……
2019.06.01. It was already the fifth year.
I woke up late at night and washed my face with cold water. I looked at myself in the mirror with a dark yellow face and deep eyes. She imitated that man's smile, bitter yet arrogant. She said proudly,
"That man is me."
I wiped my face and took a deep breath.
A moment later, he typed the last row of words on the keyboard.
"Actually, I made all of this up.”
……
It was all fake.
The following is the official speech.
Today, at 00.00, the minimum number of chapters would be released at night, and 5- 10 chapters would be released during the day.
In other words, on this day, the author would update about fifteen chapters!
That's right, that's all!
His liver exploded!
This time, he was really going to explode!
As long as there were 1,500 readers, 15 chapters was just the beginning!
I can even update at least ten times a day!
As long as there were results!
He could risk his life to update!
This was the hard work of a failed author. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, the author would work hard!
I just hope that everyone can click on the first order and click on the automatic order. Please!
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