"You've been under a lot of pressure recently. If it doesn't work, I suggest you take a good rest for a while..."
inside the room.
On the brown leather sofa, the man pushed out the document in his hand and looked at the young man.
Qianye did not look at the document on the table immediately.
He was still looking around him with his head sideways, and the dazzling incandescent light shone on his fingers that were tapping the armrest of his wheelchair rhythmically.
After a while.
Only then did he turn his attention back to the contents of the document.
"How to write a good novel" are bold words in the title of the document, followed by a series of descriptions of various situations.
Qianye paused, picked up the document with his hand on the wheelchair, glanced at it with a calm expression, and just asked.
"So you think I'm crazy too?"
He raised his head and stared at Ziliang.
I ignored the latter's words.
"I just think you are under a lot of pressure and should take a rest." Ziliang did not take the document back. He looked at Qianye with a little regret in his eyes.
To be honest, Qianye has a very high talent for writing. Ever since Ziliang became Qianye's editor, this guy has always been able to give him a lot of unexpected ideas and all kinds of inspiration that breaks the rules.
Although Qianye has been in the industry for a long time, in the beginning, he made rapid progress from scratch, which impressed many colleagues, and they were full of praise for the various story frames he set up.
Similarly, Chino's novels also achieved great sales.
Rushing up all the way through thorns and thorns.
He successfully won the first place on the list that year and still sat in that position for a long time.
But it's a pity that maybe it's because I kept imagining the plot and overusing my brain, or maybe it's because of what happened to Qianye in the past six months, or maybe it's because I've been bored at home alone for a long time.
There seems to be something wrong with this veteran author's brain...
He doesn't seem normal...
Not long ago.
He actually asked himself if he had seen where his wife had gone?
At first, I thought it was Qianye's recent sudden inspiration, but Ziliang thought carefully about answering his question, intending to work on it and maybe write a good new book.
But as time goes by.
Only then did Ziliang realize that Qianye was serious.
Ask carefully.
Where is his wife...
Is this a joke?
In Ziliang's impression, Qianye has always lived alone. Ever since he first visited him a year ago, he has always lived alone.
Even though he had limited mobility and could only use a wheelchair, he didn't even hire a caregiver.
But Qianye has always believed that he has a wife who has lived with him for three years.
Naturally.
Ziliang couldn't help but feel that this former gold medal author had some problems in his mind, and even wanted to enlighten him.
Don't get bored at home alone all the time.
"Let's take a rest for a month and let the issue of the new book rest for the time being..."
As Ziliang spoke, he took out a wad of money from his bag and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.
Since Qianye finished the last book, this new book can be said to be completely out of shape, and the writing is like a dog chewing.
Maybe it's luck, maybe it's status.
But as a veteran author, he has not published any new book in the true sense for three months after the completion.
And at the end of the book that established it as the number one book, it was in the slogan of my new book.
Thousands of fans are still leaving messages: "Oh, what a great book, but it's a pity that the author's later books are so bad that I can't read them."
"It would be great if I could write a sequel. What is the new one?"
"I have to say that Jiang Lang has exhausted his talent. He has put his mind on the front and can't write anything later..."
In this regard, Qianye could only remain silent.
He couldn't say that he had been busy looking for his missing wife for the past six months and had no energy to focus on the new book.
This is an irresponsible behavior. If you write something casually without being clear about your situation, it will naturally not be as good as the story you wrote with care before.
Ziliang kept the money, stood up and arranged his clothes: "The two thousand yuan is for the completed benefits applied for by the above."
Red banknotes are placed on the coffee table.
The money that was supposed to be his own, now seemed a bit dazzling in Qianye's field of vision.
It seems that after half a year, I have been dealing with my writing attitude carelessly, so I am not qualified to get this money.
"Let's adjust ourselves before going on."
Ziliang added, patted Qianye on the shoulder with some pity and left.
In a small house.
The brown sofa still retains the warmth of Ziliang's departure...
Qianye was left alone in a wheelchair, looking at the money on the table and saying nothing for a long time.
After a while, Qianye sighed heavily, leaned his head on the backrest of the wheelchair, and looked at his somewhat lonely and quiet home: "Haha, I feel like I have a brain disease..."
He is a little tired.
Tired of being terrible at his job.
Somewhat puzzled.
He was puzzled by the fact that he was having an affair with his wife who he had lived with for three years but disappeared half a year ago.
she.
It seems to have really disappeared.
At least now Qianye knows that no one can remember Yujian...
The wife who exists in his memory seems like a dream.
"Does she really not exist?"
"I clearly remember that she is my wife..."
"There are still traces of the two of us living in the house."
"But they all thought I was crazy."
"Everyone thinks I'm crazy..."
Qianye retracted his dull gaze and slowly brought his thoughts back. He looked up at the clock on the wall. It was nine o'clock in the evening, which was the time when he should write every day.
Silently pushing the wheelchair to the computer desktop in the bedroom.
Start the computer skillfully, click on the document, and view the directory.
Looking at the blank document on the computer screen, Qianye's fingers were trying to type something on the keyboard, but they stayed there for a moment and then retracted.
He didn't know what to write.
I have a room... a wife...
Those memories that should have existed for everyone seemed to have been erased overnight.
When Qianye came to this city three years ago, she got acquainted with Yujian, and eventually fell in love with her and got married.
But just half a year ago, there was a room that disappeared from the world and could not be found.
Qianye asked his friends, parents, and even his editor Ziliang.
But everyone was asking him questions.
"Is there room? Where did this person come from? Are you obsessed with writing novels?"
"Your wife? Aren't you always a bachelor?"
"Huh? Why haven't I heard you mention that you have a wife before?"
"Is this an inspiration that I came up with recently? It's not bad."
"Oh shit! It turns out you don't live alone. I always thought you were single."
"That's not right. I've been to your house many times and never seen your wife."
"..."
After many inquiries, Qianye came to a conclusion.
His wife really disappeared.
Disappeared from this world and from everyone's memory.
"Is it possible that you are really confused?"
“Or maybe you’re suffering from mental illness due to too much stress?!”
Chino once had to have self-doubt.
But this is a bit ridiculous.
Apparently in the first half of the year, Qianye still remembers celebrating his birthday with her friends. The cake stains on the black sweater on the bedside that couldn't be washed were left by her.
There are also two toothbrushes and toiletries for two people in the toilet.
There are clothes hanging in the closet.
There are also her cosmetics on the cabinet next to the TV.
The whole house is full of scenes where the two people lived.
What a good person,
But he disappeared so strangely...
While Qianye's thoughts were wandering, the mouse in his hand was clicking aimlessly on the screen.
He seemed to want to see something, but couldn't find anything to see.
When nothing happens.
He clicked into his draft box.
There are two chapters in the draft box that have not been uploaded yet...
Qianye read these two chapters of the novel and calmed down, with a strange expression on his face: "Why are you still here?"
This morning, Qianye discovered that there were two extra chapters of the novel inexplicably in the draft box of his account.
That's not what he wrote.
Only he knows the account password, unless it is something left in it by someone else.
Qianye clicked through the two chapters of the novel.
The story inside is very general, just a weird and scary story about a train.
Old-fashioned techniques, poor narration.
After reading it twice, he still couldn't find anything interesting.
At that time, I thought that I accidentally copied and pasted it into my draft box when I was reading a novel written by another author.
So he deleted it casually.
But now.
The content of those two chapters appears again.
Just lying quietly in his draft box.
"A novel that cannot be deleted?"
"Is there a system bug..."
He frowned slightly.
Qianye didn't think too much, but impatiently clicked in and read it again. The content was exactly the same as before, and nothing had changed.
So he moved the mouse to the deleted location.
I want to get this thing out of my draft box, lest one day I accidentally send it as my own chapter.
only.
Just when Qianye was about to click delete, his movements suddenly stopped...
Ta-ta-ta!
It's the sound of a computer keyboard being tapped.
Under Qianye's gaze, his computer started typing strangely automatically. In the document, a small string of words was typed out quickly...