Lu Weifu upstairs

It was past nine o'clock when Xu Yihan got home, and the soup dumpling was not finished, it was cold, and he threw it into the trash can.He took a shower, then went to get a beer from the refrigerator, passed the trash can, and saw the bag of soup dumplings again.

The plastic bags that hold the soup dumplings have become greasy and turbid, sticky and wrinkled.Xu Yihan stared at the plastic bag for a few seconds, thinking of the small vegetable market and the winding alleys on both sides.He had read an article saying that residents in many old alleys in Shanghai shared public toilets. Every morning, residents carried urinals and lined up to dump their excrement.

I don't know how Deng Yuan's rented house is. If you deliver food, if you work harder, your income should be okay.

Deng Yuan is really interesting, obviously he is only Xu Yihan's distant cousin, he can even be said to be a stranger - but when Xu Yihan thinks of him, he feels itchy in his heart and always wants to do something.

So Xu Yihan took out his mobile phone and called Deng Yuan, and the connection was made quickly.

"Hello? Yihan?"

"Well, it's me, I just got home."

"Oh...is your home far away?"

"It's quite far from where you live," Xu Yihan smiled, and decided to go straight to the point, "Sister—I called you sister when I was in my hometown, do you still remember?"

Deng Yuan coughed, his voice flustered: "I remember."

"I guess you'll remember, you asked me to call it that."

"I……"

"Sister, why did you come to Shanghai? What do you usually do, deliver food?"

"Ah, yes, food delivery..." Deng Yuan stammered, "Come to Shanghai to work, the salary is higher here, here."

"Oh, are you married?"

"..."

"elder sister?"

"No, it's not over."

Xu Yihan curled his lips silently: "What degree do you have? I see if I can arrange a lighter job for you."

"I... graduated from high school. No, I won't bother you, Yihan——I think food delivery is also very good."

"What's the matter, it's too hard, and it's not safe. We are relatives anyway, and we are all living in Shanghai, so we should help each other more, right?" Xu Yihan plausibly said, "Look at last time, you lent money to a friend, I was injured in a car accident and didn’t even have the money to go to the hospital. The more money the better, sister, let me help you find a better job.”

"This..." Deng Yuan paused and sighed, "Thank you so much, Yihan. But it's okay if you can't find it."

"I try my best."

"it is good……"

After hanging up the phone, Xu Yihan didn't want to drink anymore.This situation has happened twice: after contacting Deng Yuan, he feels refreshed all over his body, what kind of sex, orgasm, or ASMR, nothing can compare to this feeling.When he was a child, he watched Doraemon, and he envied the arbitrary door the most.Open the door, and you can go to a completely strange place - he feels that Deng Yuan is a completely strange place to him.In this place, he could call a man "sister", and that man would respond gently, how amazing, did two psychopaths meet?

Xu Yihan decided to contact Deng Yuan more. During this period of time, his sleep quality was not good, and his appetite was not as good as before. He thought it was because of too much work pressure-he had to reduce his stress.

The more Xu Yihan thought about it, the happier he was. He lay down on the bed without even playing with his mobile phone, and fell asleep early.

However, in Wuhan, some people could not sleep.

Tonight, "Guan Farewell", which has always been updated on time at 21:30, has been discontinued.

Readers who are familiar with Donaldson know that this Da Da is definitely a model worker in the industry.As long as he writes, it must be more than [-] words a day, rain or shine.There are even rumors that one night, the Haosheng Literature APP was paralyzed due to an update, and all the authors were unable to update their articles.In order to keep updating, Donaldson, on his own, fought hard all night and fixed many bugs in the APP program, thus maintaining the record of daily updates.

A website crash doesn't stop Donaldson from updating, let alone other reasons.Birthday?Dating?travel?nonexistent.

But tonight, Donaldson actually stopped changing.

Even more bizarre is that he did not send a leave note.

The readers exploded, and they became genuinely worried. Many people posted a lot of literature on Weibo, wondering if Donaldson was seriously ill?Had an accident?Some people even said that Wuhan was safe, saying that Donaldson, a citizen of Wuhan, must have encountered an accident!

While the readers were talking, Zhao Xin was on the phone.

Long Li persuaded her earnestly, "Why are you so stubborn? He didn't take the initiative to find you, so why do you find trouble for yourself...I admit that we were all at fault at the time, and we all felt sorry for him, but since he didn't come to find you You, don't you prove that this matter has passed?"

Zhao Xin replied calmly: "No, I always remember what I did."

"But he didn't mention it, why did you take the initiative to join in? Aren't you looking for trouble for yourself? You also know that today's netizens can hold on to big things and scold you to death. You write an appointment They can scold the male protagonist who has gone too far, if that matter is made public... why bother, you are very popular now, don't get yourself blackmailed."

Zhao Xin said word by word: "He wrote that novel, and he wrote that character... Don't you think he already mentioned that matter?

"

Long Li: "You haven't even confirmed whether he is Liu Yusheng! You just read his tens of thousands of words of novels, and killed him as Liu Yusheng. What if he is not?"

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 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 but 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 but 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.