Chapter 580

Chapter 580

Chapter 578 Moon and Six Pence

“Wang Wang!”

Xiao La’s voice is unspeakable.

The singular pet shop has considered the sound insulation problem in the previous renovation, and the thick wall door is also thick. Even if the small pull is called in the storage room, it will not affect other pets.

Zhang Zi An put the rice cake sent by Xie Tao into the refrigerator and wondered what should be done. Is it cooked, fried or fried? The problem is that he can’t do anything!

Out of the kitchen, he glanced at the living room at random, thinking that he could see π sitting in front of the computer and typing, but the chair was empty.

It’s really rare, π actually does not need him to remind himself to move up the body?

Zhang Zi An is very happy, π finally learned to love his body. He turned and was about to go downstairs, but suddenly heard a slight tapping of the keyboard from the desk.

what happened?

He paused in doubt, π obviously not sitting in front of the computer, how can there be typing? Is it a haunt? I haven’t heard of any ghost who likes to type…

“π? Are you there?”

He asked, looking into the probe from the door.

“Hey?”

Sitting on the chair at the π end, posing in a standard typing position, he turned his head in confusion.

Zhang Zi An’s eyebrows are slightly wrinkled. He thinks that there seems to be something wrong… Did you just read it wrong?

After getting up in the morning, in order to take care of the elves who are still sleeping, he did not open the curtains, the light in the living room was a little dim, but even so, shouldn’t it be wrong?

He walked into the living room, pulled the curtains apart, and let the bright light fill the room.

The gaze of π has been moving with him, and the doubts in his eyes are still not reduced.

“π, have you been sitting here typing now?” Zhang Zi An asked as much as possible to maintain a peaceful smile.

“Hey!” π nodded.

“Don’t leave the chair?” he asked again.

“Hey.” π shook his head.

This is strange, is it really wrong?

Zhang Zi An’s heart was deeper, and he meditated and recalled what he had just seen. Other things in the room were clearly seen, but he did not see π.

“Hey?” π squinted at him and asked him what happened.

“Nothing, I just saw it.” He casually perfunctored. In order to avoid further questioning, he changed the subject. “π, how is your novel? After signing, is the speed of collection increasing faster?”

π silently did not answer, his eyes fell on the keyboard, his look was blank, his fingers subconsciously circled on the table.

Its appearance has given the answer, and Zhang Zi An sighs silently.

He took the mouse to move, click on “Work Management” and saw that π has written 40 multi-chapters close to 9, but the collection has only 50.

50 collections. Hey!

The finger of π moves on the keyboard. It is already very familiar with typing. At this moment, the finger is like a heavy object, and it is very difficult to move.

Half-sounding, it slowly said: I may not be suitable for writing novels.

Seeing this line of words, Zhang Zi An’s heart can’t tell the uncomfortable feeling. No one knows more about how hard he is, but his efforts have never paid off. This reminds him of the time when he took over the pet shop. Sitting alone in the store every day, watching the sun’s light and shadow intertwined at the door of the store, watching the pedestrians coming and going in a hurry, watching the old colleagues in the circle of friends, the heart can not help but question their choice – inherit the pet Is the store a mistake? Am I not suitable for this trip? Great youth, why should you waste time sitting alone here?

Now, π is facing the same dilemma.

“Do you want to talk to the editor?” He tried to find a solution.

πOpen QQ, click on the head of the monk monk, let him see the chat record with it.

The chat history was generated yesterday, which means that the π low mood has lasted for at least one day. Zhang Zi An secretly blames himself, why didn’t he find it early?

π Query: No one in my novel, do you want to write it down?

The response to the editor is simple: stable updates.

Zhang Zi An repeatedly chewed this short four words. He spent a few days in the web communication area of ​​the Wanghaige Forum. He knew that several novels were unknown at first, but they insisted on writing down and waiting for the website to be fired. Inspirational cases, although these cases are extremely rare, they are often talked about.

So, he comforted: “π, I think you should not give up so early, even if you give up, at least wait until after being recommended by the website once – the contract is not written, at least once after the signing, will get a recommendation opportunity, then See if there are any follow-up recommendations after the results are decided.”

π silence for a moment, and typed: I am tired, do not want to write again.

After playing these three words, it pushed open the keyboard, took off the pinch-nose glasses, and stared blankly at the window.

The maturity of π often makes Zhang Zi An ignore the fact that it is still a young monkey. Other monkeys of this age are playing with carefree, only sitting alone in front of the computer and beheading.

It is not the body but the heart.

Zhang Zi An’s heart was blocked, as if there was something that couldn’t keep up, and he was upset.

Don’t write it, delete the Word document, turn off the computer, I will call up Xinghai and Famous, let’s play hide and seek together happily – this sentence comes to his throat several times, but it is swallowed several times. .

Giving up is easy, and sticking to it is the hardest thing.

Reading is too bitter, I give up.

Losing weight is too tired, I give up.

The work is too heavy, I give up.

Office politics is too dark, I give up.

To do business is too wrong, to be a grandson everywhere, I give up.

Life is too rough, I give up…

Because of setbacks and giving up again and again, nothing will eventually be left.

He took a few deep breaths and poured out the boring gas of his chest. He reached out to the keyboard and typed: Only a few people in the world can finally reach their ideals. Our life is simple and simple. We are not ambitious. If we are also proud, it is because of the pride in thinking about the fruits of labor obtained through both hands.

“π, do you know where this sentence comes from?” he asked.

π Sweep the screen, put on the pinch-nose glasses, open the nameless book and check it, then type the words: “The Moon and Six Pence.”

“Yes.” Zhang Zi An smiled, “π, have you seen this novel?”

π shake your head.

“This novel is about an ordinary office worker. He originally had a beautiful wife and a healthy child, and lived a happy life in the eyes of others. Such a person, but one day, abandoned his wife for art. Zi, go to the desert island to paint… If this is a novel that the people like to hear, the ending should be that he is famous, making big names and making big money, welcoming Bai Fumei, and embarking on the peak of life… but unfortunately, at the end of the novel The protagonist’s name of ‘genius’ is passed on to the outside world, and he himself has died tragically.”

Zhang Zi An tells the story of “The Moon and Six Pence”. This is a book he read a long time ago. There is only a vague impression in his mind. He just remembers the famous saying and often swears at it. .

Whether he is at school or at work, he is just an ordinary person, unremarkable, and everyone. He also envied and even enlisted those who studied and succeeded, but he knew that he could not become a genius because there were very few geniuses. Only a few people in the world could finally reach their ideals, while others were destined to do their best but still live ordinary. Life. He is just an ordinary person. There is no talent given by God. There is no need to be ashamed of the ordinary and accept the ordinary.

When he read this novel, he did not understand the protagonist’s choice. Why did he rather give up the happy family and pursue art and painting? But since he met Lu Yiyun and π, he gradually understood. Lu Yiyun even draws paintings even if he severs his relationship with his family. π Even if he has no fun, he has to write novels because they like it, nothing more. It’s a life that you can’t understand for what you like, but it’s just their happiness.

The world is so big that it should be able to accommodate a variety of different values.

An ordinary person like him can accept ordinary people, but it should also be understood that Lu Yiyun, π and the protagonist of “The Moon and Six Pence” do not accept ordinary people. They are struggling to jump out of the tower because they are carrying the moon, or they rush to the sky. Or fall into mud.

If you use the shortest sentence to describe the protagonist of “The Moon and Six Pence,” that is – I have a life, and there is no end to painting.

π listened carefully, seems to be attracted by this story, and resonated with the fate of the story hero.

Zhang Zi An said slowly: “Efforts should be rewarded, but in reality, efforts may not be rewarded. However, the protagonist of the novel regrets it? I think the sentence just now is the consciousness of the protagonist. I don’t want to Lie to you, telling you that your novel will succeed – no, not like this, your novel is likely to fail, because most of the novels will fail, only a few novels will become molecules, only a very small number The author can finally reach his own ideals – but π, you think about it, what are you writing this novel for? Are you making a name for yourself? What is your initial heart for writing a novel?”

π half a mouth open, staring and thinking, later typing: I like this story, I want everyone to see this story.

Zhang Zi An nodded gratifiedly. “That’s right, π, you have done it!”

“Hey?” π blinks inexplicably, pointing to the 50 on the screen, which means probably – only 50 people are watching.

“No, you shouldn’t think so, you should think – there are already 50 people who know this story through you. Can 50 people be called ‘everyone’?” Zhang Zi An smiled. “I never thought After that, my experience can be known by 50 people and liked by 50 people. This is a great success. If you continue, your novel will be liked by more people.”

π staring at the “50” on the screen, as if the two Arabic numerals contain some magic.

Zhang Zi An pulled out his mobile phone, opened the starting point app, searched for π’s novel, and added it to the bookshelf.

The number of collectors in the background has become 51.

“π, I am also your reader.” He said earnestly, “I want to see the ending of this novel, because the hero of the novel is not exactly like me, at least not as handsome as I am, so I want to know his fate. π, looking into my eyes, I want to tell you – I like this novel.”

π’s gaze moved from the screen to Zhang Zi An’s face, and he saw sincerity and trust in his eyes.

“Oh! Actually, this uncle also likes this novel very much, but π you write too slowly, each chapter is short and weak, this uncle waited for so long and has not waited for the appearance of this uncle! If it is not this uncle will not type, This uncle must teach you what is thick and long!”

Richard, who had nothing to do on the first floor, suddenly fluttered into the living room and shouted.

“Hey Xinghai also likes your novel!” Xinghai followed, and the body followed other elves.

“I heard that you don’t want to write this book? You just didn’t want to write this book when you just played? What do you mean? Is it dissatisfied with this palace? If you want to challenge this palace, even if you come over!” Fina is very tall. He said with anger.

π was scared by Fina’s momentum.

So is it that Richard heard the news and told everyone? This big-mouthed gray parrot often messes up, but this time it was a good thing.

“Oh, π, Zi’an said it’s right – don’t forget the original heart, it has to be always. In addition, the old man also wants to know, how old will appear in the old, in recent days, the problem of aging, not even watching TV Peace of mind.” Old Time Tea laughed.

“Hey, if the ending is not the happy ending of the old lady and her majesty, be careful that the old lady is licking the man next to you!” Snow Lion licked his paws, and the sharp claws shook with cold eyes.

Zhang Zi An wants to vomit, why is the ending of π not satisfying you, but you want to marry me?

“π, be sure to write my real name!” Famous repeatedly repeated. “I don’t want to replace the names of other dogs.”

π eyes flashed, alternately watching everyone.

Zhang Zi An put the keyboard back in front of it, “π, know what the novel is called “The Moon and Six Pence”? Because someone joked with the author that when people look up to the moon, they often forget the six pence under their feet – Our 57 reader is the sixpence under your feet. Although it is small, although it is cheap, we still exist. When you look down on the moon because the moon is too far away, don’t dislike us. Don’t dislike us, don’t disappoint us. Because you still have at least us. Even for our 57 readers, can you stick to it?”

Under the gaze of everyone’s eyes, π hesitated a little and nodded.

(End of this chapter)