"That man"

The first time I saw him was on the bus.∈♀

Simple short hair, white face, and sunny temperament. I hold a cell phone in my hand, sit and watch, stand and walk. I really want to remind this brother that there is a girl sitting together who has been paying attention to him for a long time, but I don’t have the nerve to bother him as he is so attentive when he looks at his phone.

When I got off the bus, he and I were at the same stop, standing side by side at the back door, and I glanced at it, a little surprised: "Do you also see the battle breaking the sky?"

He looked at me and said, "Yes, you can see too?"

"I'll see, where did you see?"

"There has been fused with strange fire."

“I saw it all…”

That's how I met.

He was a little taciturn on weekdays, but the facts proved that he was alone. When a few people made an appointment to go out to play, he could not say a word a day. But when a few people made an appointment to go out to play, he could speak a day alone.

Time passed quickly, and my relationship with him became more and more intense, and he was almost a friend and brother who could talk about anything. Because we have a common hobby, we read online novels.

I can't forget that he said to me that day two years ago: "What would happen if I wrote a novel?"

"Are you crazy?" I was a little surprised: "How can a normal person write a novel? It can be hundreds of millions of words, but you fail the essay, right?"

"Oh." He just nodded and said nothing more.

I haven't seen him for three months, and when I saw him again, I was on the bus again.

Sparse stubble, decadent face...

I heard that he really started writing novels, and the QQ signatures were all about asking everyone to follow my new books, etc. He asked me to read them, and asked me to read them with great enthusiasm, saying that it would definitely be a big fight and trampled on mortals to death.

I was a little unbelievable and went to see it.

I worked hard for a day, but I really had to give up. I actually wanted to find a slight highlight from his book to attract me to read. Unfortunately, I failed.

Maybe he was so depressed. We haven't contacted each other for half a year, and his QQ updates have never been updated. His avatar has not been lit up. I don't know if this is invisible or not online.

In a blink of an eye, it was June 2014, and the summer was hot.

"Hey, xx, come out and sing."

When the phone rang, I was surprised to receive his call. I could hear that his voice was very happy. No, it was a kind of pleasure. This tone infected me and I became a little inexplicably happy.

"Hahaha, do you know why I asked you to come out and sing today?"

He suddenly stopped in KTV and laughed wildly, it was wild.

"Because, my book has been signed. Haha, I have signed the contract. It's at the starting point, which is the starting point where the potatoes and the third young master are at. I have signed the contract!"

He smiled and shouted at the microphone.

We looked around in a daze and looked at each other. What is signing? It seems that signing is very powerful?

"I have been writing for almost a year, almost a year, writing every day, and writing in seclusion. I do nothing, writing every day. It's not easy.

, Finally got through, I finally signed the contract, hahaha. Do you know how difficult it is to sign a contract? Ninety-nine percent of the authors cannot sign the contract..."

He told us about his experiences over such a long time and complained about things we couldn't understand at all. I got it, it turned out that signing a contract was difficult.

Before he could say his congratulations, he cried and lay on the table and cried, "I finally signed the contract."

A friend sighed: "Wake up, stop dreaming."

Everyone looked at him, confused.

"I actually want to say that you are not a talented person. I heard that you have been writing novels for a long time, and you have not signed the contract until today? I also wrote novels two years ago, and the first one was signed. I didn't hit you, I just wanted to say that you don't have talent, don't dream of becoming a great god. I gave up two years ago."

“…”

We understand, it turns out that signing a contract is not difficult...

Unexpectedly, he did not give up and continued to write.

What's even more surprising is that he seems to have succeeded.

I don't know if the book he signed for was sold well, but I think his temperament seems to have changed. It's a kind of arrogant temperament, and it seems that he doesn't take anything seriously. I have seen this temperament in nouveau riche.

"Oh, have you been smoking the Furong King?" I haven't seen each other for several months. At first sight, he surprised me a little.

"Haha, long time no see, what have you done recently?"

I always feel like he has become a different person, with the feeling of being deliberately low-key: "I didn't do anything, I found a job at home and I'm working now. Where are you?"

"Just write a novel."

"Are you still writing?"

"Of course, one way is going to be dark. How can people give up easily?"

"Then you are a great writer now. How much is your monthly income?"

"Haha, not much. It's enough to support yourself."

“…”

After chatting for a long time, I really looked at him with admiration. I always feel that he seems to have succeeded in writing novels and should have made a lot of money.

I was also moved, and I wanted to write novels.

But in the end I was still not as brave as his and could not start writing for a long time.

A few months later, 15 years came. At the end of the year, I received a call from him: "Lend me five hundred yuan."

"You asked me if I borrow money? Great writer, I plan to borrow it from you." I was a little surprised.

"The royalties have not been reached, so I will pay you back after the New Year."

“…”

I think it seems that he is not the real person, right? Did he really succeed?

It was summer again in 2015, and I suddenly had a whim and wanted to see what the environment created by a great writer looked like. After I called, I came to his house.

When I entered his bedroom at his invitation, I obviously felt myself subconsciously frowning. A dark and damp breath came to my face, and the room was filled with the smell of smoke and some mixed strange smells. The curtains were pulled, the whole room was not transparent, the computer was on, and the interface was a document full of small characters with fly heads.

"Is this where you work?"

"Yes, I found that I don't like light anymore. Now I don't turn on the lights at night because I have no inspiration when the lights are on."

I was a little worried: "Can your body bear it if you continue like this?"

"Don't care about him, I'm young. By the way, have you read my new book?"

I really wanted to say that I had watched it, but I was afraid that he would reveal the plot if he asked me, so I shook my head.

He was a little disappointed and said with a smile: "Then you have time to see it."

“Absolute.”

I looked at a photo on the computer screen: "Your girlfriend? She's pretty."

A happy smile appeared on his face: "Beautiful? I've been together for two years."

"Is that right? Why didn't I know before?"

"I didn't tell you."

"So beautiful, it costs a lot, right?"

Speaking of this, he smiled bitterly and did not answer the question in the end.

August 8th, a day I will never forget;

When my elementary school classmates celebrated their birthday, they asked me to go to the xx bar to sit.

Amid the noise of the dj, a large group of us drank very happily.

The classmate who celebrates his birthday is surnamed Liu, so let’s call him Lao Liu for the time being.

Old Liu pointed at the female DJ wantonly and said, "That woman is good?"

"Then you call me here to drink with me." We started to cheer.

Old Liu laughed and felt a little disdainful: "That's only for good things. You have never seen a real best."

Old Liu was a little drunk: "Wait, I call you some."

In less than half an hour, three girls came. They seemed to be familiar with Lao Liu. After saying hello, they sat down without any fear of being angry. The three girls were all very beautiful, but I always thought one of them looked very familiar.

Maybe it's an illusion...

My classmates were not honest, and after they got to know each other, they started to touch each other. The girls were not disgusted and laughed and made fun of them. I could see that these should be people with rich nightlife, so I might not be able to integrate into it.

Lao Liu put one hand on the thigh of the familiar beauty and groped, lying in her ear and talking. I didn't know what Lao Liu said, but I heard the girl clearly and said, "I don't want to part yet. I think he is very nice to me."

Old Liu hugged her waist and pressed her down on the sofa. They were all classmates, so he didn't avoid suspicion: "Then I'm not good, right?"

The girl was pressed under him and laughed: "You are okay too."

I finished drinking a bottle of beer and felt depressed and panicked. Because I knew why I looked familiar with her, I saw her photos, not long ago. This is the person who smiled when the man mentioned it.

"Don't go back tonight."
To be continued...