It's early in the morning again.Xiao Li has long been accustomed to going home at this point in time, and has seen the scenery of the city from three to five o'clock in the morning countless times, and now he doesn't need to turn on the lights when he goes upstairs, and he knows which step is in front of him with his eyes closed.It's just that this time it's different that Shen Mizhi didn't go directly, but followed him upstairs.Shen Mirage said that in addition to wanting to see how to raise cats, he also wanted to know the specific process of their trip to Xiao Wu's house just now, Shen Mirage is usually the most silent, once he spoke, it was difficult for Xiao Li to refuse him.When Xiao Li pushed open the door, the little black cat was no longer on Xiao Li's bed, it lowered the chassis and lay on the armrest of the sofa, at first glance it looked like a black gas canister, hidden in the dark.Before the movement at the door was near, the little black cat had already moved its ears, opened its mouth and yawned, and woke up from its sleep."
Sit casually."
Xiao Li said, he turned on the light, originally wanted to pull the little black cat's neck like the little milk cat to lift it up, but the cat's body was too heavy, the cat's feet just left the sofa, the little black cat barked uncomfortably, Xiao Li had to hold its two feet and feet that had nowhere to place, and hugged the cat into his arms.The temperature in the room was higher than outside, perhaps because he felt hot, Shen Mirage took off his coat at the entrance, revealing the shirt inside, the shirt perfectly showed the smooth muscles of the young man, not too exaggerated, but it looked very powerful, with a sense of aggression.Shen Mizhi's gaze fell on Xiao Li's face, and then looked at the little black cat in his arms: "This cat, it's usually like this?"
”Xiao Li didn't quite understand his question: "So?
”Shen Mirage described expressionlessly: "Sleeping on the bed, still hugging?
”When he was a cat, he was happy to have such treatment, but now that the little black cat occupies such a position, he instinctively feels jealousy.He is in a love problem that he can't ask for, he has been looking at Xiao Li, he wants to get closer when he can't see it, he wants to touch him more when he sees it, and he wants to stay with him every opportunity.
Skin.
Hungry.
Severe patients with thirst are the same.He has done almost all the things that can please the other party, but it still has no effect.He couldn't take Xiao Li into his arms openly, he couldn't kiss him, kiss him, and watch him sober up, so he would naturally be jealous of all creatures that could be embraced by the other party.The little black cat was stared at by the young man's eyes, and almost exploded the hair on its whole body, it simply kicked its legs away from Xiao Li's legs, and climbed onto the cat climbing frame in a puff of smoke, pretending to be looking at the flowers with Tan Li.Xiao Li was caught off guard, was kicked by it with its back foot, and turned back to Shen Mirage: "No, cats are very independent creatures, and they don't like to follow people when they have nothing to do, just remember to keep food at home, they will take care of themselves." ”"Feed some snacks every day when you are free, it doesn't matter if you are not free, the kitten will play by itself.""
That's pretty much it, any more questions?"
Shen Mizhi looked at Xiao Li blatantly by listening to the knowledge of cats, and after the young man finished saying this, he paused before continuing to ask, "Why did you spend so long upstairs just now?"
”"Well, we strayed into a place where Wang Huai said 'realm'," Xiao Li didn't hide this matter, he told Shen Mirage about the matter, and at the same time took out the little yellow book, and turned to the previous page, which was also the place where the paper with the author's manuscript was written before, and now the manuscript has been put into the small yellow book.There is an extra line of words on the little yellow book: [The author's manuscript, special props, and the soul of the sin heaven inhabit here, and it has been detached from the fragments, leaving only itself. 】Splinter?
Xiao Li took out the previous light blue object from his pocket, it was very thin, like a small diamond, which would be ignored if he was not careful, but the pattern on it revealed an uncarved beauty, under the light, like the flow of stars.When Shen Mizhi saw this fragment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression changed slightly, but immediately returned to his usual indifference.Xiao Li had never seen this thing, and he asked Xiao Huangben, "What is this, prop?"
”, got a strange answer: [. 】Facing this strange symbol that appeared for the first time, Xiao Li fell into deep thought.Shen Mizhi moved the little yellow book with his fingertips, and the young man asked in a low voice, "What are you thinking?"
”Xiao Li: "What does a single full stop mean?"
”Shen Mirage: "Maybe it knows something, but it can't say it now, but it doesn't want to tell you directly." ”Xiao Li: ". ”He held up the fragment towards Shen Mirage: "Have you seen this?"
”Shen Mirage: "No, but I think you should keep it." ”Xiao Li lowered his eyes, he tried again, this piece of fragment could not be put into the little yellow book, he took out an empty box of chewing gum from under the coffee table, put this piece into it, and stuffed it back into the pocket of his clothes.The fragment is not answered for the time being, and the next thing is the so-called manuscript.Xiao Li released the manuscript from the small yellow book, it was an ordinary page of office paper, and even due to overwriting, the corners of the page were rolled up, and he pressed it with his hand several times, but he couldn't press it flat.According to Xiao Huangben's introduction, the soul of the sin heaven resides on it.Xiao Li turned his pen and thought for a while, he didn't think about what to write in the first greeting, he wanted to ask Shen Mirage's opinion, and as soon as he looked up, he saw the young man looking at him with his chin supported by his knuckles.The affection in his eyes was so full that he was about to overflow.Shen Mirage's eyes seemed to outsiders to only see the eternal iceberg, but at this moment, the iceberg melted and spring returned to the earth, Xiao Li had never seen indifference to others in his eyes.The young man was taking advantage of this opportunity to take a good look at Xiao Li, but now he didn't panic when he suddenly raised his head to look at him, looking into his eyes, he found his reflection in the beautiful pure black background."
What's wrong?"
Shen Mirage asked.Xiao Li: "How do you deal with the soul of a writer who has just been captured?"
”Shen Mizhi said unprincipledly: "It's okay to say anything, right?"
”Anyway, everyone is in their own hands, right-Xiao Li lowered his head and wrote a line on the manuscript: [Hello. 】The line of handwriting was quickly sucked in, but there was no response.Xiao Li changed his greeting: [Sin Tian?
】No response.
[The novel you wrote is not good. 】No response.Xiao Huangben, who was put aside, took this opportunity to turn back to the original page, and under the explanation of that line of special props, there was another line of words at this time: [The source of the manuscript has been successfully accommodated, and it is available for viewing. 】Xiao Li pulled the little yellow book, clicked to view, and in an instant, he saw one picture after another - this story is to put it bluntly, that is, the cliché, the tragic life of a depressed novelist.It was a lonely-looking man, who should not be very old and had no stubble, as if he had just graduated from college, and he knocked on the door of an old-fashioned house with a small rental advertisement that had just been peeled off the wall.Xiao Li recognized this door, it was the "Xiao Wu family" they went to today.Soon, a well-dressed old lady opened the wooden door from the inside, and asked through the iron door uneasily, "Who?"
”The man hurriedly waved the small advertisement in his hand: "Hello, I saw the rental advertisement posted on the telephone pole and came here, I ......
I want to rent a house here. ”The old lady threw out a series of questions at once: "What is your name, student or work party, local or out-of-town, married or unmarried?"
”The man stammered and answered all the questions in one breath, without missing anything: "I'm Huo Zilan, I just graduated, I'm from outside, I'm not married, I don't have a job at the moment, I'm writing novels to make money." ”The old lady frowned: "That is, there is no serious job?"
Then how can I rent to you, I am about to go abroad to join my children, and I may not come back, what should I do if you are in arrears of rent?
”"No, I ......
I have a fund, I have saved 10,000 yuan, I see that you are here to pay one for one, and I will not default on the rent. ”The man, that is, Huo Zilan, pleaded, he begged in a low voice for a long time, and the landlady's grandmother finally relented, handed over the key to him, and after the house was rented out, he took care of his luggage and went to his daughter.After renting this room, Huo Zilan did not change the structure of the house, he opened his laptop and began to code words day and night.His pen name is Sintian, and he prefers to call himself Sintian than his name in reality.Sin Tian wrote a traditional martial arts essay earlier, don't bully the young man to be poor, but the theme of martial arts is quite cold, he always eats low security and full diligence, and later rewrites the emotional entanglement of the domineering president who fell in love with me, but he still can't support himself.His living expenses are decreasing day by day, and his parents who are far away have been urging him to find a serious job, and even have helped him find his next home, which is a factory, going to work at nine o'clock in the morning and getting off work at nine o'clock in the evening, including food and accommodation, but if he goes in like this, he will definitely not be able to continue to write, and Sintian doesn't want to give up so much, under his hard work, he decided to write for a year first.But his attempts didn't work, his monthly full attendance was only enough for him to eat instant noodles every day, and his inspiration gradually disappeared, even if he stayed up late every day to write until three or four o'clock, it still didn't improve in the slightest.Sin Tian had a habit of writing inspiration and concrete outlines on the manuscript paper he carried with him instead of the more popular computers now, so this doomed him to be slow in efficiency and had to put in more effort.Under the pressure of life, Sin Tian began to smoke, and he saved money for food to buy cigarettes, and while writing manuscripts, he smoked cigarettes and was busy submitting articles everywhere.He rarely goes out, except for instant noodles to order takeout, and in addition to going to the convenience store at the entrance of the community to supplement his food, he hardly leaves home for a month.He didn't exercise all day, stayed up late, smoked, and almost all of his bad habits, but in half a year, he changed from a man who was thin when he just graduated to a fat house with a weak body.There were a few times when he stayed up late to write essays and felt sick to his heart, and he wanted to go to the hospital at that time, but after he was fine the next day, Sintian was too lazy to go out, and finally he never went.Until one day, Sin Tian was carrying a plastic bag from a convenience store full of instant noodles and cigarettes, and on the way back, he heard someone in the community excitedly shouting: "Look, Meteor!"
”He looked up in a trance, remembering that tonight was the time for the TV to show a meteor shower.Sin Tian hadn't seen the night for a long time, and he felt a little irritated for no reason, scratched his face, and just wanted to leave, he found that a piece of shard had fallen from his hand.What the hell is this?
He casually threw the pieces into a plastic bag and walked briskly home.In the next few weeks, Sin Tian still didn't go out, but his heart was uncomfortable more and more often, and he decided to go to the hospital next week to check it out, but fate didn't give him this chance.One day he was particularly emotional, because he was extraordinarily carvin that day, and he almost couldn't get full attendance, and he almost burst his blood vessels in a hurry.Just as Sin Tian was desperately tapping on the keyboard, a huge throbbing pain suddenly came from his heart, his fingers stopped, and the whole person fell down like this, never to get up again.It wasn't until after the stinking body was found by the police that his parents were notified.The landlady did not come back, and the dead house was not rented out again, so it sat idle for a long time until it was dusty.And Sin Tian became conscious again, but after I don't know how long, he suddenly woke up in a spirit state.At first, its strength was very weak, it could only exist in this dead room, pacing back and forth, and from time to time it would fall into a deep sleep, but not only that, but it would sometimes want to kill people very much, full of destruction, and want to destroy everything, but fortunately, it was cowardly by nature, and never did such a thing.But after waking up from a sleep, the fragment appeared in the palm of Sintian's hand, and it merged with it, and Sintian found that his mind was much clearer than before, and his strength had also increased completely, and it could now not only write novels according to its own heart, but even construct a world of its own, and make its novels a reality!
Given that he is a ghost, Sintian finally decides to give up martial arts and tyrant and write a horror novel that incorporates his own experiences and obsessions.It took a lot of thought to conceive and shape a world until it attracted Xiao Li.…… After reading the source of the manuscript of Sintian, Xiao Li thought for a moment before putting pen to paper again: [I think your novel is very good, I want to ask you for a manuscript. 】This time, Sin Tian poked his head out, the prototype of Kou Tian in his own pen, and the writer ghost instantly replied reflexively: [Impossible, is it true?
】Xiao Li: "......" is really useful.() I wasn't born a European emperor