Reborn on the Happy Hall + Spoiler

Zhao Xin: "So I'm going to verify."

"Even if he is Liu Yusheng, what do you want? A public apology? Or can you let him go to university?"

"...I don't know, it's up to him."

"Donaldson, I really, really—to be honest, I was the one who did it back then. I was just a small editor, and I wasn't afraid of being picked up by others. If that thing was exposed, it would definitely affect you the most. , do you understand what I mean? I'm not worried about myself, I'm worried about you, even if you feel guilty towards him, you don't have to, just move forward. People change, if the canned hairtail is really him , then he is famous and making money now, he may not need your compensation, he is no longer your fan, he doesn't care at all—"

"Stop it," Zhao Xin interrupted Long Li, "I've already thought it through, you don't need to persuade me."

A few seconds later, Long Li sighed, "Why are you so stubborn."

Zhao Xin threw the phone away, and fell heavily on the bed.

The lights were not turned on, and the room was pitch black, with only a few strands of creamy white light coming in from the window.Zhao Xin has watched this scene for eight years, from the time he moved into this house at the age of 18 to the age of 26 this year, eight years.Time can change too much. How high-spirited he was when he was 18 years old. He was admitted to this university with the highest score in the whole department. He studied Chinese, and the teachers were uncles and aunts he had known since childhood.He joined the poetry club, participated in the school media, and even participated in the fitness club to exercise his slender and powerful arms.No one discriminated against him because of his disability, and even a few girls confessed to him secretly.And he didn't think that physical disability would become an insurmountable hurdle in life. He was full of confidence, and he quoted Julius Caesar's famous saying as his motto: I come, I see, I conquer.

But now, he has admitted indifferently that he is indeed just a disabled person, unable to run or jump, and even struggles to travel far alone.A reader once praised that Donaldson was really favored by heaven, and it was the words that chose him.And he himself understood that it was not the words that chose him, but he chose the words—because he had no other choice, he could only sit in a wheelchair, face the computer, and type each square word to comfort himself A useless and lonely soul.

His senior year was the trough of his life. He originally had a place for insurance research, but he gave it up voluntarily.Because at that time he had already made an appointment with three friends to start a magazine together after graduation.Of the four of them, some can design and typesetting, some can illustrate and match pictures, and more importantly, they can all write—write novels, write current reviews, and write interviews with people.

They planned for a long time, and even thought about the theme of each issue of the magazine within half a year, but they didn't expect that as graduation approached, someone couldn't hold back and signed a job.It was the boy from Yunnan who liked to write long and romantic poems, and he signed a contract with a foreign company in Beijing.Zhao Xin always remembered that quarrel, the three of them questioned the boy in turn, we agreed to start a magazine together, why the hell did you turn around and look for a job?Do you talk like fart?

At first the boy justified in a low voice, but I didn’t regret it, what’s the time now, I’m in Beijing working remotely with you on a magazine.

After arguing and arguing, the boy finally couldn't help it, pointed at the three of them and shouted, my family has no money!It's not like you rich second generations who don't worry about food and drink!Can magazines make money?ah?My sister needs money to go to school, I have to give her money!Literature has a purpose, how many people in this society can live by literature? !Fuck, you just stand and talk without back pain!Oh, by the way, there is another one who can't stand up. Zhao Xin said to himself, what can you do like this?To run a magazine, you have to go out to do interviews and go to the printing factory. There is a lot of work!What else can you do besides write something?

he's gone.The remaining three of them were disheartened, and eventually the other two also left. One went abroad to study, and the other was admitted as a civil servant in his hometown and went home.

The Yunnan boy's words were like a curse, tightly entangled in Zhao Xin's brain——Zhao Xin said it yourself, what can you do like this?What else can you do besides write something?Literature has a purpose, how many people in this society can live by literature? !

Now that I think about it, what he said was right, but Zhao Xin was only 22 years old at the time, and he was given special protection and attention because of his disability since he was a child. It was the first time someone said these words to him, and it felt like a slap in the face. It hurt like hell.During that time, he lived day and night, shutting himself in the room, smoking and drinking, and flipping through the drafts they made for the magazine over and over again.The novel that is being serialized has also stopped. He said sorry to the readers that he could not continue to write because of some things in life.

The novel that was canceled by him is called "The Man Upstairs". The hero is a disabled person like himself, and he arranges for him to suffer all kinds of hardships: disability, poverty, lovelorn, despair... According to his original idea, The male protagonist will eventually cheer up and find the direction and goal of life again.But he found that he couldn't continue writing. He lost the direction and goal of his life. What qualifications did he have to give others direction and goals?

In that reader group, many readers enthusiastically asked him, what's wrong with you?Have you encountered any difficulties in life?Is there anything we can do to help?He turned a blind eye to everything, he thought to himself, it was not any difficulties encountered, but life itself is a difficulty that cannot be circumvented or overcome.

And the boy named Liu Yusheng—they were already very familiar at that time—also asked him cautiously, why didn't Da Da stop writing?He also said, although I don't know what difficulties you have encountered, but I will wait for you to come back and write, cheers!

come on.Zhao Xin sneered at these two words, those lucky people would not understand that some people's life, even "refueling" is a luxury.A burst of unnamed anger rose in his heart, and he replied to Liu Yusheng: Did you know that the ending of this novel is that the hero commits suicide.I won't be writing this novel again, but I can tell you the ending.

Liu Yusheng asked in surprise, why?Could it be that he... has been so pitiful all his life?

Zhao Xin replied, yes, he has been so pitiful all his life, a waste, and this is not an inspiring story in the first place.

Liu Yusheng argued eagerly, but isn't it too unfair to him for your arrangement?No matter how unlucky he is, there are still things he misses, such as his friends... Could it be that his life is so unlucky for the sake of unlucky?There is no other meaning?

……

Zhao Xin rubbed his face wearily, picked up his phone again, and clicked on the "Azure Literature" app.There is only one novel in his favorites, which is "President I'm Really Wrong" by canned hairtail.Canned hairtail is updated every night at 18:00, and Zhao Xin has already seen today's update.But he still couldn't help but click on the novel, and re-read it for the first time.

If the canned octopus was really Liu Yusheng, then he did not plagiarize.

——He just rewrote the part he wrote four years ago after a lapse of four years.

Chapter 8

Although Long Li failed to stop Zhao Xin, she still uttered the question that scared Zhao Xin.

Yes, four years have passed, maybe Liu Yusheng doesn't care about that anymore?Not resentment, not grievance, but not caring.He has already stepped into the ranks of popular authors, and he is no longer the boy who is always cautious about sending Zhao Xin QQ messages-it is likely that he doesn't care about that matter anymore.

Two days ago, the blogger named "Eastern Riying" posted on Weibo again, this time not breaking the news, but lightly saying: "Don't ask any more, what I said is what I know, as for "Upstairs I really don't know who wrote the continuation of "My Loved Him". And to put it bluntly, it's all old melons, and it's not interesting."

Zhao Xin clicked on the Weibo of canned hairtail again.His earliest Weibo post was on May 2015, 5. The content was a link automatically generated by Weilan Literature. Click on it. It was his first novel, a romance novel in the early 22-character range.If he is indeed Liu Yusheng, it means that he didn't start writing again until two years after that incident—thinking of this, Zhao Xin was a little terrified. What has he experienced in the past two years?

Zhao Xin continued browsing Weibo of canned hairtail.He often posts some short jokes on Weibo, and he often writes interesting and fun memes.In the beginning, there were very few retweets and comments on these jokes. Gradually, the reposts and comments increased, and a few jokes even received nearly [-] retweets.After Zhao Xin finished reading these passages one by one, he felt mixed feelings in his heart.The first time he saw Liu Yusheng's writing was "The Man Upstairs" written by Liu Yusheng wearing a vest.At that time, although he tried his best to imitate Zhao Xin's writing style, when Zhao Xin read it, he still saw a lot of clumsiness and excessive force.Especially in the later part of the story, when he describes the mentality changes of the disabled hero, he always accidentally brings out too much personal life experience-so hard, so clumsy.

As for the jokes written by canned octopus, you can't see the kind of youthful sincerity at all, but it is full of jokes and tricks.For things like jokes, the most prominent feature of telling a story with a few hundred words is "fast pace"-but if the pace is too fast, of course you have to make sacrifices in other aspects, such as the meaning of the story.Zhao Xin had to admit that although the canned octopus jokes and even the novels were very popular, they did not pursue profound meanings. He was just trying to please the readers, just like when he wrote about a naturally weird heroine, once she was emotional, her head would twitch. A pair of soft cat ears emerged.Will the heroine be terrified by her abnormality?Do you suffer from doubts about whether you are human or not?He doesn't write about these issues, it must be because he knows that readers don't want to read or care.He happily arranged for the heroine to have a crush on the hero, and when he saw the hero, he couldn't help showing a pair of cat ears.He must clearly understand that too many so-called "cute spots" are just making people less human.