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Chapter 258 Boss, I'm Autistic
The authors in this group, one counts as one, are not so fuel-efficient. In the end, only Tang Yan was left online.He sensed the awkward atmosphere in the group, and asked in a subtle tone: 【Which part of your body is that diamond you picked out?Mind? 】
Is it the eyes of the heart?It must be the heart, right?Otherwise, how could Little King Kong be so heartless and tell the truth in the group? Doesn't he know that there is a saying that does not worry about the few but the unevenness?
When Xiao Jinang saw the news, he immediately narrowed his eyes with a smile, then reached out and poked his right cheek: [No, it's a dimple~]
Like a heartless silly white sweet.
Hearing the words, Tang Yan only felt a sudden pain in his temple. You must know that he was most afraid of getting along with this kind of fool. If so, you can try to write some loose manuscripts and give them to him, and ask him to help you select them. 】
As the saying goes, those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black. Little King Kong has bound so many authors, Xun should have developed a bit of literary spirit.
Xiao Jinang scratched his head in confusion: [Novel?But I can't write novels. 】
Tang Yan: [Listen to me, write a cool article, the threshold is low, easy to learn, and popular. The protagonist is cool and handsome. 】
At this time, Shen Liang, who was watching the group silently in front of the screen, gritted his teeth angrily when he saw this: Damn, what do you mean by writing cool texts, writing dog blood is the kingly way, okay? !
So Chu Xinian discovered that besides Shen Liang, Tang Yan was the shameless scum in the Internet literature world.As a rigorous author of drama history, he strongly disapproved of Shen Liang and Tang Yan's behavior of writing random articles without ideological connotation.
As a non-professional writer and currently a top performer in the entertainment industry, Chen Xiao did not participate in the discussion because he really couldn't imagine what Little King Kong would write.
"President Daddy: Wife and Mommy Run Away with Drill"?
"School Belle's Personal Diamond"?
"The Strongest Marriage Diamond in History"?
"Diamond Soldiers in the City"?
The brain-filling picture is so beautiful that it is almost unbearable to look directly at.
After listening to Tang Yan's words, Xiao Jinang suddenly felt that writing was also a good way.Seeing the darkness of the night, he returned directly to the energy ball, ready to start thinking about his first masterpiece in life.
What should I write?Just write a story about how a cute and handsome diamond completes tasks with full marks every time, and then wins the title of "Interstellar Excellent Employee" in the annual performance appraisal, so that other diamonds will be envious of death.
Xiao Jinang felt that this story was very cool, it was so cool, it perfectly met Tang Yan's requirements for cool writing.He wrote so earnestly that he even forgot the biological clock in his body that reminded him to sleep.
In the early morning, there was a sudden patter of rain outside.
This year's summer has been exceptionally rainy, with an unusually suffocating heat followed by a rainstorm that fell without warning.Such wet and rainy weather always seems to be accompanied by death. Even if the rain pours back, it can easily drown the rats in the sewer or the ants nesting under the trees, just like the woman who committed suicide and jumped off the building upstairs in tomorrow's house.
The dark and bad weather was the straw that broke the camel's back.
After taking a shower tomorrow, I fumbled out of the bathroom. I could vaguely hear the sound of chaotic footsteps coming from the corridor. Through the thick anti-theft door, all the sounds seemed to be covered with a layer of tulle, making them inaudible.
It is said that there lived a family upstairs, and the hostess suffered from depression and committed suicide by jumping off the building.When he came back tomorrow night, he heard the voices of many people watching the excitement downstairs, but none of them had much to do with him. He just walked into the elevator slowly with a guide stick.
Ming Zhou's hair was slightly damp, and the tip of it was still dripping with water, but he didn't wipe it, but sat down at the desk as usual, took out the paper and blind pen, and began to record something.
This is a habit of tomorrow.He needs to do something to pass the long dark time and prove that he has indeed lived in this world, and pen and paper are the best traces.
When he sat alone in the dark, he couldn't even feel his own breathing and heartbeat. It felt like lying in a rotten coffin, unable to do anything except wait for death to come, even his bones were stiff.
The blind pen pierced the thick kraft paper, making a rhythmic sound.The patter of rain outside the window washed away the blood left on the ground when the woman committed suicide by jumping off the building, returning everything to its original point.
Ming Zhou was lying in front of the desk, writing something with his head bowed, the air conditioner in the room slowly drying his hair.
[The upstairs neighbor died today. 】
[I don't know if I've seen or spoken to her before, I don't even know her name.They finally met today, but passed her death. 】
[And I finally discovered something absolutely fair in this world. 】
Ming Zhou slowly left two words on the paper: 【Death. 】
[This is the ending everyone must know.We cannot grasp the script of life, but we know the ending from birth.People are rich and poor, blind, weak, sick and dumb, and they are all different, so they are divided into different classes, which is unfair in itself. 】
[The only thing that is the same is that no matter how long or short our lives are, we will eventually die. 】
【This is the only fairness bestowed by fate. 】
Ming Zhou was not wearing sunglasses at this time, but due to years of habit, his eyes were still closed.The eyelashes are slender and black, like a crow's feathers, casting a shadow in front of his eyes, and because he is close to the window, a white light belonging to the moonlight falls on the tip of his tall nose.There is a shallow mole on the neck, which is very eye-catching against the cold white skin.
[I once wanted to do the same thing as her, but it was the same death, but it was a little different.She chose to leave everything behind and leave this world, but I always want to take something with me when I am on the verge of death, just like a drowning person will drag the living on the shore into the water. 】
Ming Zhou finished writing this sentence, and paused for a long time. The sharp blind pen was hanging in the air, as if hesitating whether to drop it or not. Finally, he made a hole and continued writing:
【I met him again, Xiao Jinang...】
Ming Zhou seemed to be afraid that he would forget the name, so he wrote it twice on the paper:
[I never believed in such things as coincidences in the world, but now I have to believe it.Even though I couldn't see him, I seemed to notice his presence every time I turned around.I also don't think he has any kind of mental illness, he just has some minor annoyances that normal people have. 】
【He likes to eat candy, likes to eat ice cream, maybe he likes all sweets. 】
【He will be unemployed in two months, and he doesn't have any savings, and he can't even afford a box of candy.I don't know how he's going to eat three meals a day, and how he's going to pay the rent. 】
After Ming Zhou finished writing this sentence, he slowly put down his pen and sat alone at the desk, seemingly in a daze. After a while, he remembered something and added another sentence:
[I seem to be a little worried about him...? 】
Yes, worry.
These two words were like tight silk threads, with something heavy hanging from the end, pulling the distance between him and death farther and farther.
The rain cleared, and it was a new day.
Editor Lin accidentally twisted his waist while dancing in the square last night, which caused him to go to work a little late today, and he didn't arrive late until the lunch break.While lamenting that he was getting old, he was about to go into the office to lie down and have a rest. By the way, he settled the rent at the end of the month with the management staff of the office building, but Xiao Jinang stopped him before he even entered the door.
Xiao Jinang held a stack of papers in his hand, and he didn't know what he was writing. He seemed to be deliberately waiting for Lin Bian to go to work, and when he saw this, he immediately chased after him: "Boss, Boss~"
It's this silly boy again.
Lin Bian had a hunch that something was wrong, and even his tone became vigilant: "What are you doing?"
Xiao Jinang is like a happy puppy, even his curly hair is exuding joy: "Boss, I wrote a story last night, can you read it for me?"
Editor Lin was stunned for a moment before realizing what he was saying: "Do you want to contribute?"
It's strange, what can this silly boy write?
Xiao Jinang nodded his head: "I want to!"
Editor-in-Chief Lin has suffered serious "psychological injuries", which has caused him to no longer want to touch anything related to the literary circle, even his old friends from the past, and just want to clean up the mess and leave.
Lin Bian originally wanted to say no, but seeing Xiao Jinang's expectant gaze, frowning and hesitating for a moment, he still took the manuscript——
This move was not out of kindness, but because he was really curious about what Xiao Jinang, a heartless fool, could write.
At this moment, Bian Lin's curiosity was greater than his vigilance, so much so that he forgot the words that curiosity killed the cat: "Okay, I'll take it in and have a look, and I'll give you an answer later, you go to work first. "
After he finished speaking, he tucked the manuscript under his arm, then turned around and entered the office, closing the door behind him with a click.
After all, Xiao Jinang was writing a manuscript for the first time, so it would be a lie to say that he was not nervous.He squatted quietly by the door, put his ears close to the gap, and was ready to wait for Lin Bian's "summon" at any time.
The company is about to go bankrupt, and the editor Lin's work is not much, but it is not much.After finishing the work at hand, he made a cup of strong tea, sat at the table and put on his glasses, finally ready to "observe" Xiao Jinang's masterpiece.
I don't know what theme Xiao Jinang is writing about, fantasy?Or city?Recently, it seems that cool themes such as Xiuxian and Bingwang are very popular.
Lin Bian took a sip of tea, turned to the first page leisurely, and found a line of handwritten characters neatly printed on a computer:
[Once upon a time, in a distant interstellar space station, there was a bunch of shiny diamonds and a beautiful interstellar executive.And in that pile of diamonds, there is the kindest and cutest little diamond, its name is Little King Kong~]
"puff--!"
After reading the first line, Editor Lin spit out the tea in his mouth, and then let out an earth-shattering coughing sound, and almost choked to death without breathing: "cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough... "
Editor Lin hammered his chest desperately, and managed to catch his breath. Unbelieving, he took the stack of manuscripts and looked at it again. Then he began to doubt life for a while, and wiped his face in disbelief:
Leaving aside this childish style of writing like a primary school student, the protagonist in Xiao Jinang's writing is actually a diamond? ? ? ?a diamond? ? ! !Although there are situations where the main character is not human in fantasy novels, but diamonds? ? ?
Editor Lin no longer knows what language to use to comment on this work, and his mind is buzzing.He finished reading the stack of short stories with about [-] words in the whole process with an expression of watching a masterpiece, and then sat in a chair and fell into a sluggish state.
"..."
How should I put it, Lin Bian feels that he is a little regretful now, and it is not a general regret, but a considerable regret.What's wrong with him? Knowing that Xiao Jinang's brain lacks a string, he still reads what he wrote. Isn't this poisoning his own mind?
Editor Lin took a sip of strong tea to suppress his shock, then walked out of the office with the manuscript on the table, ready to return it to Xiao Jinang, but when he opened the door, he saw the other party guarding the door, subconsciously took two steps back: "What are you doing?"
When Xiao Jinang saw him, his eyes lit up immediately: "Boss, boss, have you read my manuscript yet?"
Don't look at Lin Bian's face is good, in fact, there is a nickname in the circle of gunpowder barrel.Once he sees a work that doesn't suit his liking, with poisonous words, he can't wait to stab people to death, Shen Liang and the others were often stabbed by him when they first entered the circle, let alone Xiao Jinang.
It is conceivable that editor Lin was so angry at what he wrote, rolled up the manuscript into a stick shape, and slammed his palm: "What are you writing, the protagonist is a diamond? Have you ever seen that the protagonist is a diamond?" Is it a novel? Not even a living body! Turn back and fall in love with the air?! The love is not enough, and the plot is not enough, so I don’t write this kind of thing to anger me!”
After finishing speaking, he threw the manuscript heavily into Xiao Jin'ang's arms, and went to the smoking room in the corridor to calm down.
"Crack-"
Hearing Lin Bian's words, Xiao Jin'ang's glass heart shattered to the ground. He never expected that he would be scolded like this when he tried to write a novel for the first time. His heart was so cold.
Xiao Jinang hugged his manuscript, and walked to the desk in a daze. After a few breaths, he suddenly lowered his head and buried his face on the desk, motionless:
QAQ, he's going to cry for a while.
Lin Bian smoked a cigarette in the smoking room, and when he came back, he saw Xiao Jinang laying motionless on the table, stepped forward and knocked on the table next to him: "Hey, what are you doing lying on your stomach, lunch break is already over, Get up and work quickly."
He is still a big man at such a young age, why can't he bear the blow so much.Back then, the writers he had under his command were all hobgoblins, one by one shameless, and it didn't hurt to point their noses and scold them.
Xiao Jinang didn't move, and said in a muffled voice, "Boss, I'm sad."
The system program is an anthropomorphic setting. If you feel sad, it will take a certain amount of time to get out.Lin Bian's mouth is too poisonous, Xiao Jinang is now in a state of severe depression, and it will take two hours to return to normal.
Editor Lin hissed: "If you want to be sad, go home and be sad, don't get paid to fish here, get up and work, do you hear me?"
"No," Xiao Jinang said in a low voice, "because I'm still sad."
Lin Bian choked: "Do you not want to do it anymore? If you don't want to do it, leave as soon as possible. If you are sad, you won't work. My company can't open?!"
Xiao Jinang still maintained that decadent posture of putting his face on the table: "Boss, aren't you going out of business soon?"
Bian Lin received a knowing blow and subconsciously covered his heart: "..."
Damn it, skr people!
Editor Lin was so angry that he slapped the table straight: "Even if I'm going to close down in two months, at least I'm not closed now, right?! You are so young, why can't you stand the setbacks so badly? Are you planning to jump off a building?! Let me tell you, a person like you will be doomed when you step into society in the future!"
He intended to scold the other party to wake him up, but Xiao Jinang felt even more sad after hearing it.The specific performance is that he silently got under the table, buried his face in his knees, and entered a closed state.
Lin Bian was dumbfounded when he saw this, and thought what kind of operation this was: "Xiao...Xiao Jinang, what are you doing?"
Xiao Jinang is very obedient, always answering every question: "Boss, I'm autistic."
Editor Lin: "..."
Lin Bian finally remembered that Xiao Jinang seemed to have told him yesterday that he had mental problems, and he stammered when he saw this, "You...do you want to go to the hospital?"
Xiao Jinang: "It's okay, you don't have to worry about me, just let me shut myself up for a while."
Editor Lin: "..."
Seeing that Xiao Jinang was determined not to go to the hospital, Editor Lin had no choice but to return to the office without hesitation.He sat down in front of the desk, stared at the computer screen in front of him for a moment, then suddenly lay down on the table and beat the table and cried bitterly:
Woooooo what evil did he do!I'm almost going home to sell sweet potatoes, why did I recruit such a wonderful employee, God is going to kill him!
Thanks to Tang Yan, everyone in the author group basically knew that Xiao Jinang was going to write a novel.They usually go online in the afternoon, and at this time they have already started chatting.
Shen Liang was worried: [He won't show the editor directly to Lin after finishing the manuscript, right? 】
Chu Xinian seemed to have guessed the ending: [There is a high probability that he will be scolded. 】
Tang Yan is more optimistic: [Probably not, Bian Lin's temper has improved a lot. 】
Shen Liang wondered: [When did it happen? 】
Tang Yan: [Since the two of you died, his temper has improved a lot, because no one has made him angry anymore. 】
A dog blood spread all over the sky, and a professional accountant who dragged manuscripts.
Shen Liang & Chu Xinian: […]
It is rare for Chen Xiao to wander outside the situation: [Lin Bian?Who is Lin Bian? 】
Shen Liang finally found a chance to yell at him: [You are the author of the outstation, of course you don't know Editor Lin, go, go, what's the matter with you. 】
Chen Xiao sneered, thinking that Shen Liang could use such a vulgar method of holding a group and xenophobia?But I was really puzzled, how come there is no one he knows in this group? !Where did Rong Xuan, that litigator who loves to flirt with beauties, die? !
I don't know if he felt Chen Xiao's "loneliness", but after a few seconds, the number of people online in the group quietly changed, and Rong Xuan actually went online.
Rong Xuan read the group chat content from beginning to end, raised his eyebrows slightly, and stroked his chin to express his doubts: [Huh?Little King Kong actually started writing a book? 】
Chen Xiao: [He wants to make money, if you teach him, I heard that the ways to get money quickly are all written in the "Criminal Law". 】
Rong Xuan: [The money in the "Criminal Law" is earned or spent. As a professional lawyer, I will not do such immoral things. If the circumstances of abetting a crime are serious, I will be sentenced. Let him write a book. 】
Xiao Jinang was originally autistic, but when he heard the group messages kept going out, he finally couldn't hold back and turned on his phone, and then replied with a sad face: [I may not be suitable for writing books. 】
Seeing him bubbling, everyone raised their eyebrows at the same time.
Shen Liang: [You won't really be scolded by Editor Lin, will you? 】
Chu Xinian looked calm: 【I must have been scolded. 】
Tang Yan: [Did he kick your ass? 】
Chen Xiao: [Is he more scolding than me? 】
Rong Xuan: [Have you recorded it? 】
The first few items are normal, but the last one is a bit confusing. Xiao Jinang asked in a daze: [Why do you want to record? 】
Rong Xuan: [Oh, nothing, I just suddenly remembered that openly insulting others can be detained for up to 5 days or fined up to 500 yuan, if the circumstances are serious, it can be detained for 5 days to 10 days, and can also be fined up to 500 yuan. 】
After finishing his sentence, he asked seriously: [Are you short of money recently?If necessary, I can provide you with off-site legal assistance. Although the mental damage fee may only be a few hundred yuan, it should be enough for a meal. 】
Chen Xiao thinks this idea is really great: [Then he will lose his job tomorrow and miss two months of [-] salary, just to earn a few hundred dollars for mental damage. 】
Rong Xuan disagreed: [The fairness of the law cannot be measured by money. 】
Shen Liang was in a fog from the beginning to the end: 【What are they talking about? 】
Chu Xinian broke the truth: [They want to blackmail Lin to make up a story. 】
Rong Xuan sensitively reminded: [Please pay attention to your wording, the word "erroneous" is not appropriate. 】
Chu Xinian smiled slightly: [Sorry, let me change the wording to be more appropriate. 】
Rong Xuan: [For example? 】
Chu Xinian: [You want to blackmail Lin for a fortune. 】
Rong Xuan: […]
Both of them are talkative kings, making the already chaotic group chat even more chaotic.Xiao Jinang saw that they were chatting in a group chat with cynicism and sarcasm, and there was obviously no dirty word in a sentence, but every sentence seemed to be cursing, and suddenly he felt sincere admiration for the profoundness of the Chinese language——
No wonder Meng Bian diving is not online, he is wise.
Xiao Jinang squatted under the table and shut himself up for two hours, then slowly climbed out, looked at the time, and found that it was time to get off work, so he left the company without any psychological burden.
Rong Xuan once said that without overtime pay, every second you stay in the company is a loss of money, except for air conditioning.
It was getting dark outside, and the roadside was full of stagnant water from last night's rain.Xiao Jin'ang put his hands into the pockets of his coat, wandered slowly on the street, and finally walked downstairs to Ming Zhou's house without knowing it——
No way, he doesn't know other places.
Sitting on a bench by the side of the road, Xiao Jin'ang lowered his head and stepped on the stagnant water on the side of the road. Thinking of what editor Lin had said to him today, his heart was still chilled, and he couldn't help but raise his head at a 45-degree angle and look sadly at the sky:
QAQ turns out to be a diamond that is easily hurt...
Mingri's residential area is very quiet, and there is a lot of greenery nearby.Xiao Jinang was sitting alone on the bench emo, when he suddenly heard a rustling sound from the flower bed by the side of the road, subconsciously looked, and saw a thin black and white tabby cat stumbling out of the haystack.
Xiao Jinang has never seen such a thin and ugly cat.The cat was so thin that even its ribs were exposed, and its belly was slumped. It seemed that there was only a layer of soft skin left. The hair was dull, and the pink flesh could be faintly seen.
For some reason, its right eye was an abnormal turquoise color, and it stumbled as it walked. It was obvious that its vision was affected.
Xiao Jinang saw the cat walking towards the middle of the road, and subconsciously stepped forward to stop it, but the cat was quite vigilant, and when it saw him approaching, it immediately turned around and burrowed into the grass again, arched its body, and issued a warning :
"Meow!"
Xiao Jinang squatted beside the grass, scratched his head when he heard the words, and imitated it and called out: "Meow?"
The cat backed away while barking, trying to scare Xiao Jinang away: "Meow meow!!!!"
Xiao Jinang tilted his head: "Meow meow?"
Huamao's voice became sharper: "Meow!"
Xiao Jinang: "Meow~"
They squatted on the side of the road and barked at each other for a long time. Finally, the cat seemed to have no energy, and lay down a little tired, looking sick.
Seeing this, Xiao Jinang stepped forward, wanting to hold it out, but just as he stretched out his hand, the cat suddenly stood up from the ground with great reaction, turned around and hid in the corner.
It didn't know if it had been beaten by a passer-by, but when it saw Xiao Jin'ang raised his hand, it curled up reflexively and trembled uncontrollably.
Xiao Jinang can perceive the energy of all living things, but the cat in front of him seems to be in a bad state.He hesitated for a moment, then took off his coat, wrapped the cat lightly, and carried it into his arms.
He checked the kitten's right eye, and found that the eyeball was abnormally cloudy, and said to himself, "So you can't see either."
The kitten seemed to be a little scared in his arms, and finally the cry was not as sharp as before, but trembling: "Meow~"
Xiao Jinang looked down at its shriveled belly: "Are you hungry? Let me find you something to eat."
As soon as he said the words, he realized that he seemed to have no money. After hesitating for a moment, he finally took out his mobile phone, pressed the numbers one by one, and called Ming Zhou.
A black push-button mobile phone lay quietly on the coffee table, suddenly vibrated, and a gentle and cold smart prompt sounded: [Please note that there is an unfamiliar call, the number is 1, 3, 4, 2...]
Mingxia was making dinner when he suddenly heard the phone ringing and walked out of the kitchen groping.He seldom answered strange calls. He wanted to hang up at first, but he didn't know what to think of. After hesitating for a moment, he pressed the answer button: "Hello?"
"Doctor Ming~"
A familiar and excited voice came from the other end of the microphone, and it was Xiao Jinang: "Are you at home?"
Ming Zhou heard the words for some reason, and smiled, although the curvature of his lips was very slight, it quickly disappeared: "I'm at home, what's the matter, are you in a bad mood?"
Xiao Jin'ang didn't know why, but when he heard Ming Zhou's gentle and gentle words, he hugged the little tabby cat he picked up in the grass, couldn't help turning around in a circle, bowed his head a little shyly, and said, "No, I picked up a cat just now. A kitten, it seems a bit hungry, but I don't have money to buy cat food for it..."
Ming Zhou understood what he meant: "Where are you now? I'll go find you."
After finishing speaking, he groped to find the key to his wallet, and was about to go out, but before he could go out, Xiao Jinang said: "Me? I'm downstairs at your house."
Ming Zhou paused, a little surprised: "Are you downstairs in my house?"
Xiao Jinang told the truth: "I came here for a walk when I got off work just now, and then I saw that kitten. Doctor Ming, on which floor do you live, can I take the kitten up to find you?"
Ming Zhou couldn't help being stunned for a moment when he heard the words. After all, he had never brought anyone to his house before, and he said in a vaguely bewildered tone, "Come to my house?"
Xiao Jinang asked cautiously: "Is it possible?"
Ming Zhou clenched his phone unconsciously, not knowing how to refuse. After a while, he finally said, "Then you...then you come up..."
The sound of the last word faintly disappeared in the air, as if he had made a compromise to something somewhere.
Tomorrow, he told Xiao Jinang the floor number, then called the security guard downstairs, said hello, and then sat quietly on the sofa and waited for Xiao Jinang to come up.
Three minutes later, the doorbell rang outside.
Hearing the sound tomorrow, he subconsciously got up and walked towards the door, but in the end, he was a little restless, and his knee was knocked by the coffee table.Regardless of the pain, he walked to the door with his hands on the wall, and opened it.
"Doctor Ming,"
Xiao Jinang stood outside the door, holding a thin little tabby cat in his arms, his eyes narrowed with a smile, waving hello to Ming Zhou like a beckoning cat:
"Hello~"
Is it the eyes of the heart?It must be the heart, right?Otherwise, how could Little King Kong be so heartless and tell the truth in the group? Doesn't he know that there is a saying that does not worry about the few but the unevenness?
When Xiao Jinang saw the news, he immediately narrowed his eyes with a smile, then reached out and poked his right cheek: [No, it's a dimple~]
Like a heartless silly white sweet.
Hearing the words, Tang Yan only felt a sudden pain in his temple. You must know that he was most afraid of getting along with this kind of fool. If so, you can try to write some loose manuscripts and give them to him, and ask him to help you select them. 】
As the saying goes, those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black. Little King Kong has bound so many authors, Xun should have developed a bit of literary spirit.
Xiao Jinang scratched his head in confusion: [Novel?But I can't write novels. 】
Tang Yan: [Listen to me, write a cool article, the threshold is low, easy to learn, and popular. The protagonist is cool and handsome. 】
At this time, Shen Liang, who was watching the group silently in front of the screen, gritted his teeth angrily when he saw this: Damn, what do you mean by writing cool texts, writing dog blood is the kingly way, okay? !
So Chu Xinian discovered that besides Shen Liang, Tang Yan was the shameless scum in the Internet literature world.As a rigorous author of drama history, he strongly disapproved of Shen Liang and Tang Yan's behavior of writing random articles without ideological connotation.
As a non-professional writer and currently a top performer in the entertainment industry, Chen Xiao did not participate in the discussion because he really couldn't imagine what Little King Kong would write.
"President Daddy: Wife and Mommy Run Away with Drill"?
"School Belle's Personal Diamond"?
"The Strongest Marriage Diamond in History"?
"Diamond Soldiers in the City"?
The brain-filling picture is so beautiful that it is almost unbearable to look directly at.
After listening to Tang Yan's words, Xiao Jinang suddenly felt that writing was also a good way.Seeing the darkness of the night, he returned directly to the energy ball, ready to start thinking about his first masterpiece in life.
What should I write?Just write a story about how a cute and handsome diamond completes tasks with full marks every time, and then wins the title of "Interstellar Excellent Employee" in the annual performance appraisal, so that other diamonds will be envious of death.
Xiao Jinang felt that this story was very cool, it was so cool, it perfectly met Tang Yan's requirements for cool writing.He wrote so earnestly that he even forgot the biological clock in his body that reminded him to sleep.
In the early morning, there was a sudden patter of rain outside.
This year's summer has been exceptionally rainy, with an unusually suffocating heat followed by a rainstorm that fell without warning.Such wet and rainy weather always seems to be accompanied by death. Even if the rain pours back, it can easily drown the rats in the sewer or the ants nesting under the trees, just like the woman who committed suicide and jumped off the building upstairs in tomorrow's house.
The dark and bad weather was the straw that broke the camel's back.
After taking a shower tomorrow, I fumbled out of the bathroom. I could vaguely hear the sound of chaotic footsteps coming from the corridor. Through the thick anti-theft door, all the sounds seemed to be covered with a layer of tulle, making them inaudible.
It is said that there lived a family upstairs, and the hostess suffered from depression and committed suicide by jumping off the building.When he came back tomorrow night, he heard the voices of many people watching the excitement downstairs, but none of them had much to do with him. He just walked into the elevator slowly with a guide stick.
Ming Zhou's hair was slightly damp, and the tip of it was still dripping with water, but he didn't wipe it, but sat down at the desk as usual, took out the paper and blind pen, and began to record something.
This is a habit of tomorrow.He needs to do something to pass the long dark time and prove that he has indeed lived in this world, and pen and paper are the best traces.
When he sat alone in the dark, he couldn't even feel his own breathing and heartbeat. It felt like lying in a rotten coffin, unable to do anything except wait for death to come, even his bones were stiff.
The blind pen pierced the thick kraft paper, making a rhythmic sound.The patter of rain outside the window washed away the blood left on the ground when the woman committed suicide by jumping off the building, returning everything to its original point.
Ming Zhou was lying in front of the desk, writing something with his head bowed, the air conditioner in the room slowly drying his hair.
[The upstairs neighbor died today. 】
[I don't know if I've seen or spoken to her before, I don't even know her name.They finally met today, but passed her death. 】
[And I finally discovered something absolutely fair in this world. 】
Ming Zhou slowly left two words on the paper: 【Death. 】
[This is the ending everyone must know.We cannot grasp the script of life, but we know the ending from birth.People are rich and poor, blind, weak, sick and dumb, and they are all different, so they are divided into different classes, which is unfair in itself. 】
[The only thing that is the same is that no matter how long or short our lives are, we will eventually die. 】
【This is the only fairness bestowed by fate. 】
Ming Zhou was not wearing sunglasses at this time, but due to years of habit, his eyes were still closed.The eyelashes are slender and black, like a crow's feathers, casting a shadow in front of his eyes, and because he is close to the window, a white light belonging to the moonlight falls on the tip of his tall nose.There is a shallow mole on the neck, which is very eye-catching against the cold white skin.
[I once wanted to do the same thing as her, but it was the same death, but it was a little different.She chose to leave everything behind and leave this world, but I always want to take something with me when I am on the verge of death, just like a drowning person will drag the living on the shore into the water. 】
Ming Zhou finished writing this sentence, and paused for a long time. The sharp blind pen was hanging in the air, as if hesitating whether to drop it or not. Finally, he made a hole and continued writing:
【I met him again, Xiao Jinang...】
Ming Zhou seemed to be afraid that he would forget the name, so he wrote it twice on the paper:
[I never believed in such things as coincidences in the world, but now I have to believe it.Even though I couldn't see him, I seemed to notice his presence every time I turned around.I also don't think he has any kind of mental illness, he just has some minor annoyances that normal people have. 】
【He likes to eat candy, likes to eat ice cream, maybe he likes all sweets. 】
【He will be unemployed in two months, and he doesn't have any savings, and he can't even afford a box of candy.I don't know how he's going to eat three meals a day, and how he's going to pay the rent. 】
After Ming Zhou finished writing this sentence, he slowly put down his pen and sat alone at the desk, seemingly in a daze. After a while, he remembered something and added another sentence:
[I seem to be a little worried about him...? 】
Yes, worry.
These two words were like tight silk threads, with something heavy hanging from the end, pulling the distance between him and death farther and farther.
The rain cleared, and it was a new day.
Editor Lin accidentally twisted his waist while dancing in the square last night, which caused him to go to work a little late today, and he didn't arrive late until the lunch break.While lamenting that he was getting old, he was about to go into the office to lie down and have a rest. By the way, he settled the rent at the end of the month with the management staff of the office building, but Xiao Jinang stopped him before he even entered the door.
Xiao Jinang held a stack of papers in his hand, and he didn't know what he was writing. He seemed to be deliberately waiting for Lin Bian to go to work, and when he saw this, he immediately chased after him: "Boss, Boss~"
It's this silly boy again.
Lin Bian had a hunch that something was wrong, and even his tone became vigilant: "What are you doing?"
Xiao Jinang is like a happy puppy, even his curly hair is exuding joy: "Boss, I wrote a story last night, can you read it for me?"
Editor Lin was stunned for a moment before realizing what he was saying: "Do you want to contribute?"
It's strange, what can this silly boy write?
Xiao Jinang nodded his head: "I want to!"
Editor-in-Chief Lin has suffered serious "psychological injuries", which has caused him to no longer want to touch anything related to the literary circle, even his old friends from the past, and just want to clean up the mess and leave.
Lin Bian originally wanted to say no, but seeing Xiao Jinang's expectant gaze, frowning and hesitating for a moment, he still took the manuscript——
This move was not out of kindness, but because he was really curious about what Xiao Jinang, a heartless fool, could write.
At this moment, Bian Lin's curiosity was greater than his vigilance, so much so that he forgot the words that curiosity killed the cat: "Okay, I'll take it in and have a look, and I'll give you an answer later, you go to work first. "
After he finished speaking, he tucked the manuscript under his arm, then turned around and entered the office, closing the door behind him with a click.
After all, Xiao Jinang was writing a manuscript for the first time, so it would be a lie to say that he was not nervous.He squatted quietly by the door, put his ears close to the gap, and was ready to wait for Lin Bian's "summon" at any time.
The company is about to go bankrupt, and the editor Lin's work is not much, but it is not much.After finishing the work at hand, he made a cup of strong tea, sat at the table and put on his glasses, finally ready to "observe" Xiao Jinang's masterpiece.
I don't know what theme Xiao Jinang is writing about, fantasy?Or city?Recently, it seems that cool themes such as Xiuxian and Bingwang are very popular.
Lin Bian took a sip of tea, turned to the first page leisurely, and found a line of handwritten characters neatly printed on a computer:
[Once upon a time, in a distant interstellar space station, there was a bunch of shiny diamonds and a beautiful interstellar executive.And in that pile of diamonds, there is the kindest and cutest little diamond, its name is Little King Kong~]
"puff--!"
After reading the first line, Editor Lin spit out the tea in his mouth, and then let out an earth-shattering coughing sound, and almost choked to death without breathing: "cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough... "
Editor Lin hammered his chest desperately, and managed to catch his breath. Unbelieving, he took the stack of manuscripts and looked at it again. Then he began to doubt life for a while, and wiped his face in disbelief:
Leaving aside this childish style of writing like a primary school student, the protagonist in Xiao Jinang's writing is actually a diamond? ? ? ?a diamond? ? ! !Although there are situations where the main character is not human in fantasy novels, but diamonds? ? ?
Editor Lin no longer knows what language to use to comment on this work, and his mind is buzzing.He finished reading the stack of short stories with about [-] words in the whole process with an expression of watching a masterpiece, and then sat in a chair and fell into a sluggish state.
"..."
How should I put it, Lin Bian feels that he is a little regretful now, and it is not a general regret, but a considerable regret.What's wrong with him? Knowing that Xiao Jinang's brain lacks a string, he still reads what he wrote. Isn't this poisoning his own mind?
Editor Lin took a sip of strong tea to suppress his shock, then walked out of the office with the manuscript on the table, ready to return it to Xiao Jinang, but when he opened the door, he saw the other party guarding the door, subconsciously took two steps back: "What are you doing?"
When Xiao Jinang saw him, his eyes lit up immediately: "Boss, boss, have you read my manuscript yet?"
Don't look at Lin Bian's face is good, in fact, there is a nickname in the circle of gunpowder barrel.Once he sees a work that doesn't suit his liking, with poisonous words, he can't wait to stab people to death, Shen Liang and the others were often stabbed by him when they first entered the circle, let alone Xiao Jinang.
It is conceivable that editor Lin was so angry at what he wrote, rolled up the manuscript into a stick shape, and slammed his palm: "What are you writing, the protagonist is a diamond? Have you ever seen that the protagonist is a diamond?" Is it a novel? Not even a living body! Turn back and fall in love with the air?! The love is not enough, and the plot is not enough, so I don’t write this kind of thing to anger me!”
After finishing speaking, he threw the manuscript heavily into Xiao Jin'ang's arms, and went to the smoking room in the corridor to calm down.
"Crack-"
Hearing Lin Bian's words, Xiao Jin'ang's glass heart shattered to the ground. He never expected that he would be scolded like this when he tried to write a novel for the first time. His heart was so cold.
Xiao Jinang hugged his manuscript, and walked to the desk in a daze. After a few breaths, he suddenly lowered his head and buried his face on the desk, motionless:
QAQ, he's going to cry for a while.
Lin Bian smoked a cigarette in the smoking room, and when he came back, he saw Xiao Jinang laying motionless on the table, stepped forward and knocked on the table next to him: "Hey, what are you doing lying on your stomach, lunch break is already over, Get up and work quickly."
He is still a big man at such a young age, why can't he bear the blow so much.Back then, the writers he had under his command were all hobgoblins, one by one shameless, and it didn't hurt to point their noses and scold them.
Xiao Jinang didn't move, and said in a muffled voice, "Boss, I'm sad."
The system program is an anthropomorphic setting. If you feel sad, it will take a certain amount of time to get out.Lin Bian's mouth is too poisonous, Xiao Jinang is now in a state of severe depression, and it will take two hours to return to normal.
Editor Lin hissed: "If you want to be sad, go home and be sad, don't get paid to fish here, get up and work, do you hear me?"
"No," Xiao Jinang said in a low voice, "because I'm still sad."
Lin Bian choked: "Do you not want to do it anymore? If you don't want to do it, leave as soon as possible. If you are sad, you won't work. My company can't open?!"
Xiao Jinang still maintained that decadent posture of putting his face on the table: "Boss, aren't you going out of business soon?"
Bian Lin received a knowing blow and subconsciously covered his heart: "..."
Damn it, skr people!
Editor Lin was so angry that he slapped the table straight: "Even if I'm going to close down in two months, at least I'm not closed now, right?! You are so young, why can't you stand the setbacks so badly? Are you planning to jump off a building?! Let me tell you, a person like you will be doomed when you step into society in the future!"
He intended to scold the other party to wake him up, but Xiao Jinang felt even more sad after hearing it.The specific performance is that he silently got under the table, buried his face in his knees, and entered a closed state.
Lin Bian was dumbfounded when he saw this, and thought what kind of operation this was: "Xiao...Xiao Jinang, what are you doing?"
Xiao Jinang is very obedient, always answering every question: "Boss, I'm autistic."
Editor Lin: "..."
Lin Bian finally remembered that Xiao Jinang seemed to have told him yesterday that he had mental problems, and he stammered when he saw this, "You...do you want to go to the hospital?"
Xiao Jinang: "It's okay, you don't have to worry about me, just let me shut myself up for a while."
Editor Lin: "..."
Seeing that Xiao Jinang was determined not to go to the hospital, Editor Lin had no choice but to return to the office without hesitation.He sat down in front of the desk, stared at the computer screen in front of him for a moment, then suddenly lay down on the table and beat the table and cried bitterly:
Woooooo what evil did he do!I'm almost going home to sell sweet potatoes, why did I recruit such a wonderful employee, God is going to kill him!
Thanks to Tang Yan, everyone in the author group basically knew that Xiao Jinang was going to write a novel.They usually go online in the afternoon, and at this time they have already started chatting.
Shen Liang was worried: [He won't show the editor directly to Lin after finishing the manuscript, right? 】
Chu Xinian seemed to have guessed the ending: [There is a high probability that he will be scolded. 】
Tang Yan is more optimistic: [Probably not, Bian Lin's temper has improved a lot. 】
Shen Liang wondered: [When did it happen? 】
Tang Yan: [Since the two of you died, his temper has improved a lot, because no one has made him angry anymore. 】
A dog blood spread all over the sky, and a professional accountant who dragged manuscripts.
Shen Liang & Chu Xinian: […]
It is rare for Chen Xiao to wander outside the situation: [Lin Bian?Who is Lin Bian? 】
Shen Liang finally found a chance to yell at him: [You are the author of the outstation, of course you don't know Editor Lin, go, go, what's the matter with you. 】
Chen Xiao sneered, thinking that Shen Liang could use such a vulgar method of holding a group and xenophobia?But I was really puzzled, how come there is no one he knows in this group? !Where did Rong Xuan, that litigator who loves to flirt with beauties, die? !
I don't know if he felt Chen Xiao's "loneliness", but after a few seconds, the number of people online in the group quietly changed, and Rong Xuan actually went online.
Rong Xuan read the group chat content from beginning to end, raised his eyebrows slightly, and stroked his chin to express his doubts: [Huh?Little King Kong actually started writing a book? 】
Chen Xiao: [He wants to make money, if you teach him, I heard that the ways to get money quickly are all written in the "Criminal Law". 】
Rong Xuan: [The money in the "Criminal Law" is earned or spent. As a professional lawyer, I will not do such immoral things. If the circumstances of abetting a crime are serious, I will be sentenced. Let him write a book. 】
Xiao Jinang was originally autistic, but when he heard the group messages kept going out, he finally couldn't hold back and turned on his phone, and then replied with a sad face: [I may not be suitable for writing books. 】
Seeing him bubbling, everyone raised their eyebrows at the same time.
Shen Liang: [You won't really be scolded by Editor Lin, will you? 】
Chu Xinian looked calm: 【I must have been scolded. 】
Tang Yan: [Did he kick your ass? 】
Chen Xiao: [Is he more scolding than me? 】
Rong Xuan: [Have you recorded it? 】
The first few items are normal, but the last one is a bit confusing. Xiao Jinang asked in a daze: [Why do you want to record? 】
Rong Xuan: [Oh, nothing, I just suddenly remembered that openly insulting others can be detained for up to 5 days or fined up to 500 yuan, if the circumstances are serious, it can be detained for 5 days to 10 days, and can also be fined up to 500 yuan. 】
After finishing his sentence, he asked seriously: [Are you short of money recently?If necessary, I can provide you with off-site legal assistance. Although the mental damage fee may only be a few hundred yuan, it should be enough for a meal. 】
Chen Xiao thinks this idea is really great: [Then he will lose his job tomorrow and miss two months of [-] salary, just to earn a few hundred dollars for mental damage. 】
Rong Xuan disagreed: [The fairness of the law cannot be measured by money. 】
Shen Liang was in a fog from the beginning to the end: 【What are they talking about? 】
Chu Xinian broke the truth: [They want to blackmail Lin to make up a story. 】
Rong Xuan sensitively reminded: [Please pay attention to your wording, the word "erroneous" is not appropriate. 】
Chu Xinian smiled slightly: [Sorry, let me change the wording to be more appropriate. 】
Rong Xuan: [For example? 】
Chu Xinian: [You want to blackmail Lin for a fortune. 】
Rong Xuan: […]
Both of them are talkative kings, making the already chaotic group chat even more chaotic.Xiao Jinang saw that they were chatting in a group chat with cynicism and sarcasm, and there was obviously no dirty word in a sentence, but every sentence seemed to be cursing, and suddenly he felt sincere admiration for the profoundness of the Chinese language——
No wonder Meng Bian diving is not online, he is wise.
Xiao Jinang squatted under the table and shut himself up for two hours, then slowly climbed out, looked at the time, and found that it was time to get off work, so he left the company without any psychological burden.
Rong Xuan once said that without overtime pay, every second you stay in the company is a loss of money, except for air conditioning.
It was getting dark outside, and the roadside was full of stagnant water from last night's rain.Xiao Jin'ang put his hands into the pockets of his coat, wandered slowly on the street, and finally walked downstairs to Ming Zhou's house without knowing it——
No way, he doesn't know other places.
Sitting on a bench by the side of the road, Xiao Jin'ang lowered his head and stepped on the stagnant water on the side of the road. Thinking of what editor Lin had said to him today, his heart was still chilled, and he couldn't help but raise his head at a 45-degree angle and look sadly at the sky:
QAQ turns out to be a diamond that is easily hurt...
Mingri's residential area is very quiet, and there is a lot of greenery nearby.Xiao Jinang was sitting alone on the bench emo, when he suddenly heard a rustling sound from the flower bed by the side of the road, subconsciously looked, and saw a thin black and white tabby cat stumbling out of the haystack.
Xiao Jinang has never seen such a thin and ugly cat.The cat was so thin that even its ribs were exposed, and its belly was slumped. It seemed that there was only a layer of soft skin left. The hair was dull, and the pink flesh could be faintly seen.
For some reason, its right eye was an abnormal turquoise color, and it stumbled as it walked. It was obvious that its vision was affected.
Xiao Jinang saw the cat walking towards the middle of the road, and subconsciously stepped forward to stop it, but the cat was quite vigilant, and when it saw him approaching, it immediately turned around and burrowed into the grass again, arched its body, and issued a warning :
"Meow!"
Xiao Jinang squatted beside the grass, scratched his head when he heard the words, and imitated it and called out: "Meow?"
The cat backed away while barking, trying to scare Xiao Jinang away: "Meow meow!!!!"
Xiao Jinang tilted his head: "Meow meow?"
Huamao's voice became sharper: "Meow!"
Xiao Jinang: "Meow~"
They squatted on the side of the road and barked at each other for a long time. Finally, the cat seemed to have no energy, and lay down a little tired, looking sick.
Seeing this, Xiao Jinang stepped forward, wanting to hold it out, but just as he stretched out his hand, the cat suddenly stood up from the ground with great reaction, turned around and hid in the corner.
It didn't know if it had been beaten by a passer-by, but when it saw Xiao Jin'ang raised his hand, it curled up reflexively and trembled uncontrollably.
Xiao Jinang can perceive the energy of all living things, but the cat in front of him seems to be in a bad state.He hesitated for a moment, then took off his coat, wrapped the cat lightly, and carried it into his arms.
He checked the kitten's right eye, and found that the eyeball was abnormally cloudy, and said to himself, "So you can't see either."
The kitten seemed to be a little scared in his arms, and finally the cry was not as sharp as before, but trembling: "Meow~"
Xiao Jinang looked down at its shriveled belly: "Are you hungry? Let me find you something to eat."
As soon as he said the words, he realized that he seemed to have no money. After hesitating for a moment, he finally took out his mobile phone, pressed the numbers one by one, and called Ming Zhou.
A black push-button mobile phone lay quietly on the coffee table, suddenly vibrated, and a gentle and cold smart prompt sounded: [Please note that there is an unfamiliar call, the number is 1, 3, 4, 2...]
Mingxia was making dinner when he suddenly heard the phone ringing and walked out of the kitchen groping.He seldom answered strange calls. He wanted to hang up at first, but he didn't know what to think of. After hesitating for a moment, he pressed the answer button: "Hello?"
"Doctor Ming~"
A familiar and excited voice came from the other end of the microphone, and it was Xiao Jinang: "Are you at home?"
Ming Zhou heard the words for some reason, and smiled, although the curvature of his lips was very slight, it quickly disappeared: "I'm at home, what's the matter, are you in a bad mood?"
Xiao Jin'ang didn't know why, but when he heard Ming Zhou's gentle and gentle words, he hugged the little tabby cat he picked up in the grass, couldn't help turning around in a circle, bowed his head a little shyly, and said, "No, I picked up a cat just now. A kitten, it seems a bit hungry, but I don't have money to buy cat food for it..."
Ming Zhou understood what he meant: "Where are you now? I'll go find you."
After finishing speaking, he groped to find the key to his wallet, and was about to go out, but before he could go out, Xiao Jinang said: "Me? I'm downstairs at your house."
Ming Zhou paused, a little surprised: "Are you downstairs in my house?"
Xiao Jinang told the truth: "I came here for a walk when I got off work just now, and then I saw that kitten. Doctor Ming, on which floor do you live, can I take the kitten up to find you?"
Ming Zhou couldn't help being stunned for a moment when he heard the words. After all, he had never brought anyone to his house before, and he said in a vaguely bewildered tone, "Come to my house?"
Xiao Jinang asked cautiously: "Is it possible?"
Ming Zhou clenched his phone unconsciously, not knowing how to refuse. After a while, he finally said, "Then you...then you come up..."
The sound of the last word faintly disappeared in the air, as if he had made a compromise to something somewhere.
Tomorrow, he told Xiao Jinang the floor number, then called the security guard downstairs, said hello, and then sat quietly on the sofa and waited for Xiao Jinang to come up.
Three minutes later, the doorbell rang outside.
Hearing the sound tomorrow, he subconsciously got up and walked towards the door, but in the end, he was a little restless, and his knee was knocked by the coffee table.Regardless of the pain, he walked to the door with his hands on the wall, and opened it.
"Doctor Ming,"
Xiao Jinang stood outside the door, holding a thin little tabby cat in his arms, his eyes narrowed with a smile, waving hello to Ming Zhou like a beckoning cat:
"Hello~"
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