The ivory tower has no autumn

On October 2005, 10, a homicide occurred in a family in Sulun City. The owner and hostess of the house were killed at 23:23 p.m. After arriving in Sulun City, he bought a fruit knife in the supermarket and arrived at the deceased's house at 05:30 in the evening. According to the neighbors, at the time of the incident, he heard a quarrel in the deceased's house, and then heard screams.After the incident, the daughter of the deceased returned home at [-]:[-] p.m., found out and called the police. After the police arrived at the scene, they arrested Lin on the spot...

"Why do you think those people didn't call the police?"

Lin Zhiyuan watched the news reports on TV. The reporter was interviewing neighbors at the scene of the murder. Those neighbors whose faces had been mosaiced were talking about the murder, describing the scene of the crime vividly, as if They stood beside the murderer and watched him kill.

"Who would have thought that people who frequent this house would become murderers."

Holding a small pillow in his arms, Ji Huaizhi looked at the bloody murder scene on the TV that was mosaiced and almost invisible. The murderer was the boyfriend of the owner of the house. The neighbors knew that they were a very loving couple, but now It's the perpetrator-victim relationship.

"So established impressions will fix people's thinking? It's like a good old man who has been a good boy for more than ten years, and suddenly one day does something bad that destroys humanity. People will just shake their heads and question the authenticity of the incident."

"Comparatively speaking, if a notorious bad guy suddenly does a good thing one day, people will also question it."

The chopsticks in Ji Huaizhi's hands were rinsed back and forth in the bubbling soup three times before picking them up. The meat slices were just cooked through. She put them in her mouth, gasped from the heat, and asked vaguely, "Why do we eat hot pot at the same time?" Talk about this?"

Lin Zhiyuan called the green vegetables that were still smoking, and answered her: "Because we happened to be eating hot pot, the TV was on, and the murder news was broadcasting, so we can't just eat hot pot and look at each other without saying anything, right? Can't you find something to talk about?"

Ji Huaizhi felt that it was a good thing that the picture on the TV was mosaic, otherwise she would really not be able to eat this hot pot. She held the remote control to turn the channel, and the upper left corner of the screen read "Unsolved Mysteries of the World".

"Bermuda is well known..."

Ji Huaizhi nodded in satisfaction, watching the revelation is better than watching the murder scene.

"Are you on vacation tomorrow?"

"Ah."

"Do you want to accompany me to the publishing house? Boss Shen said that the publishing house has a bunch of gifts and letters from fans."

From time to time, the publishing house will receive gifts from fans to Twelfth Autumn, so they will regularly notify Lin Zhiyuan to collect them. Although they have clearly stated that they don’t want to give gifts, those fans can’t control them anyway, and someone will still send them. Letters from Lin Zhiyuan himself I will choose to reply, and if the gift is too expensive, I will send it back, and I will also send some small gifts back by the way.

Fans became more unscrupulous after knowing that the author himself would return the gifts. Some wrote four or five letters by themselves and gave four or five gifts.

"Then why don't you return the gift? This may interrupt this marathon-like exchange of gifts." Ji Huaizhi just suggested casually, but Lin Zhiyuan deliberately distorted his intention.

"I can understand that you mean that you don't want to go with me?"

"No, I'd like to go with you very much." Ji Huaizhi didn't want to make himself look so cowardly and humble, so he added: "I haven't seen Boss Shen and Boss Yang for too long."

"So you still don't want to accompany me. You just want to see them, not really want to accompany me."

"I do not have……"

Ji Huaizhi can always be forced by Lin Zhiyuan's wronged appearance to let him go. She interprets her fake wronged as acting like a baby.

Holding a box full of letters and small gifts, Lin Zhiyuan seemed to be in a good mood humming a song, walking in circles, Ji Huaizhi put his hands in his coat pockets, followed slowly behind, watching her cheerful back , she couldn't help but also feel good.

Most of the time when she looked at her, she was in a good mood, as if nothing bad in this world could affect her, not work, nor parents.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Lin Zhiyuan couldn't wait to open the box, took out a letter from inside, opened it, and read: "Dear Qiubao, how are you recently? I recently revisited the sound of the lonely island, and I have to say baby You are very talented, and the emotional push and pull between the two heroines has been written to the extreme by you, which makes me want to have a sweet love..."

"Change one."

"Hi Twelfth Autumn, I am your ten-year-old fan..."

"She's a fake fan, change one." Lin Zhiyuan had to be at least 20 years old to write a book and make his debut. This person has been a fan for ten years, and he can be seen as a fake.

"Hello, Teacher Qiu, how are you doing recently? The weather is good recently, and it is the teacher's favorite season. May I ask the teacher, are you still short of pens? Or computer? If you are missing, remember to tell me, I will send it to you personally, don't forget Codeword, I am waiting for your next story..."

"Wonderful fans, didn't you just publish a book? Why are you urging the next one now?" Ji Huaizhi couldn't help complaining as he drove the car.

"I have worked hard to type for several months, and readers only need a few hours to read the book. The waiting time for the next one is too long, so it is inevitable that there will be some emptiness." Lin Zhiyuan is used to it, and there are always a few reminders hidden in the letters .

"Next one."

Lin Zhiyuan folded the reminder letter and put it aside neatly, then picked out a black envelope, she was a little stunned when she picked it up, then she folded the envelope in half as if nothing had happened, but did not put it in the box, and It was stuffed into his coat pocket.

Ji Huaizhi noticed her movements, but she didn't ask, she just cared a little bit. Later, Lin Zhiyuan read a few more letters to her, as if he had never seen the black letter, so Ji Huaizhi also forgot about the black envelope. exist.

Until she saw Lin Zhiyuan's overcoat hanging on the coat rack.

Not long after Lin Zhiyuan went to take a bath, she stared at the overcoat, becoming more and more concerned, and finally decided to take a peek before she came out.

The black envelope was crumpled into a ball of paper. She pulled away the wrinkles, and the seal had already been opened. Looking in the direction of the bathroom, she pulled out the white letter paper from inside, spread it out and wrote on the wrinkled paper. full of words.

Hello, I am writing again

How is everything going?During this period of time, I have been actively cooperating with the treatment, and the doctor said that I am making good progress and recovering well!

By the way, I have a question to ask you.October, what is the meaning of this month?Because I always see it in books, I feel that all events will happen in October. For Da Da, is October a special month?If so, I look forward to having the opportunity to hear the answer in the future. No. 20, I bought a big new book, because of printing problems, the supply is insufficient, so I can only wait for the second edition, and No. 20 will be delivered. It feels too long, and I can't wait to read the new story.Wait for me, you must wait for me, and when I finish reading the new story, I must write a long book review for you, so as to gain some sense of presence in the fan group.

Well, that's all for this letter, see you later!

Ji Huaizhi read it several times, but she didn't see any problem, but just to be on the safe side, she took a photo of the letter, took the letter back, crumpled it up again, and put it back in her pocket.

Later, Ji Huaizhi didn't ask about the black envelope. She was like those neighbors who heard the voice but pretended not to hear it. When nothing happened, maybe she also felt that Lin Zhiyuan just didn't want to see this fan. The letter was offensive and so on, so he stopped accepting his letter later, just like those neighbors who think that the quarrel in the house is just a way of love and getting along between lovers.

It's not that she really doesn't care, it's just that she knows from getting along with Lin Zhiyuan that she doesn't like people asking her things that she doesn't want to talk about, if it is really unavoidable, she will change the topic and play Tai Chi, Nine turns and eighteen turns of the topic can always get the questioner involved, and never remember the original question.

So much so that she regretted it later, she should have asked, if she could have asked more forcefully, maybe she would have known earlier that the black envelope was Lin Zhiyuan's shackle.

After realizing that Lin Zhiyuan took too long to take a bath today, she knocked on the door and asked, "Have you finished washing?"

After a long time, a voice came from inside, and said two words a little muffled: "Okay."

When Lin Zhiyuan came out, she put a towel on her head. She lowered her head, glanced at the coat on the hanger, walked over to take it off, and then walked into the bedroom.

Before closing the door, he said: "I'm tired, I'll go to bed first."

Ji Huaizhi hadn't had time to say "good", and all she was left with was the resolute closing of the door.

The bedroom was very dark, only the small light by the bed was turned on, Lin Zhiyuan didn't blow dry his hair, and sat on the chair beside the bed, holding the crumpled letter in his hand, she just stared at it in a daze After a long time, the ends of her undried hair quietly wet the clothes behind her, but she didn't realize it at all.

The sound of pattering footsteps outside brought her back from the fugue, Ji Huaizhi walked outside, it seemed that he went to the kitchen, then went around to the living room, and then walked back to the bedroom, and then there was the sound of the door closing.

They don't often sleep together, but like today, this is the first time that he has kept her out of the door so coldly.

She lit up her phone and looked at the dazzling year of 2022. She always felt weird in her heart. It seemed that the place that had been empty for a long time was filled with something, and now it was about to be hollowed out again.

Whoever dug it, she dug it herself.

She has never felt like this before, and she always feels that one day, which is still far away, suddenly came to you.

2022, this year is too real for her.