Pet King

"Wang!"

Xiao Xiaola's cry was almost unheard of.

In the past, the Qiqiyuan pet store considered the sound insulation problem, and the thick wall and door panels were also thick. Even if Xiaola was turned upside down in the storage room, it would not affect other pets.

Zhang Zi'an put the rice cakes from Xie Tao in the refrigerator and wondered what should be done to make it delicious, whether it be cooked, fried or fried? The problem is that he can't do anything!

When I came out of the kitchen, he glanced casually into the living room, thinking he could see π sitting in front of the computer and typing, but the chair was empty.

It ’s so strange, π doesn't even need him to remind himself to be physically active?

Zhang Zi'an was so happy that π finally learned to take care of her body. He turned and was about to go downstairs, but suddenly he heard a slight typing sound from the desk.

what happened?

He stopped suspiciously. Why was there no typing sound when π was not sitting in front of the computer? Haunted? I haven't heard of any ghost who likes to type ...

"Π? Are you there?"

He asked, looking into the probe from the door.

"Squeak?"

Π was sitting in a chair, in a standard typing posture, and turned his head in doubt.

Zhang Zi'an frowns slightly. He thinks there is something wrong ... Did he read it wrong?

起来 After getting up in the morning, in order to take care of the sleeping elves, he did not open the curtains, and the light in the living room was slightly dim, but even then, shouldn't he be mistaken?

走进 He went into the living room and pulled the curtains open, letting bright light flood the room.

Π's gaze kept moving with him, and the doubts in his gaze remained unabated.

"Π, have you been sitting and typing here just now?" Zhang Zi'an asked with a calm smile as much as possible.

"Squeak!" Pi nodded.

"Haven't left the chair?" He asked again.

"Squeak." Pi shook his head.

This is weird, is it really wrong?

The knot in Zhang Zi'an's heart was deeper. He pondered the memory of the glance just now. The other things in the room were clearly seen, but he did not see π.

"Squeak?" Pi blinked and asked him what was wrong.

"Nothing, I was dazzled." He perfunctoryly said, in order to avoid π further questioning, he changed the topic, "π, how is your novel? After signing the contract, does the collection increase faster?

Π was silent and did not answer, his eyes drew down on the keyboard, his expression was dark, and his fingers subconsciously circled on the table.

This look has given the answer, Zhang Zi'an sighed silently.

He held the mouse to move, clicked "works management", and saw that π had written more than 40 chapters and nearly 90,000 words, but his collection was only 50.

50 collections.

点击 He clicked back to the homepage of the starting point of the Chinese website, and casually clicked a novel on the homepage. He saw that the number of collections was more than 20,000, more than 30,000, and even 10,000, and the signed novels with the same number of words often had hundreds of collections. The readers of the starting point are many, so why is nobody reading this novel? Is it because of being too niche?

Tick!

Π's finger moves on the keyboard. It was already very good at typing, but at this moment it is very difficult to move it like a heavy object.

After a short while, it slowly said: I may not be suitable for writing novels.

Seeing this line of words, Zhang Zi'an's uncomfortable heart, no one knows how hard π is, but his efforts have never been rewarded. This reminds him of the day when he just took over the pet shop. Sitting alone in the store, watching the light and shadow of the sun stagger at the door of the store, watching the pedestrians outside the door hurrying, watching the ex-colleagues in the circle of friends being motivated, and inevitably questioning their choice-inheriting the pet store Is it a mistake? Am I not suitable for this job? Great youth, why sit here alone and waste time?

Now, π faces the same dilemma.

"Should you talk to the editor?" He tried to find a way.

Π Open QQ, open the head of the bald monk, and let him see the chat history with the editor.

Chat history was created yesterday, which means that the low mood of π has lasted at least a day. Zhang Zi'an secretly blamed herself, why didn't she find out earlier?

Π asked: No one reads my novel, should I write it down?

The editor's reply was simple: stable update.

Zhang Zi'an chewed these four short words repeatedly. He strolled for a few days in the web exchange area of ​​Wanghaige Forum. He knew that several novels were unknown at first, but he kept writing them down, and was recommended by the website. Examples, though extremely rare, are often talked about.

So he comforted: "π, I don't think you should give up so early, even if you give up, at least once after being recommended by the website-not written on the contract, you will get at least one recommendation after signing the contract, and then Look at the results to determine whether there are follow-up recommendations in the future. "

Π was silent for a while, and typed again: I was tired and didn't want to write anymore.

After typing these three words, he pushed away the keyboard, took off his nose glasses, and stared blankly out the window.

Π's maturity often makes Zhang Zi'an ignore the fact that it is still a young monkey. Other monkeys of this age are playing carefreely, and only it sits alone in front of a computer and passes by.

It is not the body that is tired, but the heart.

Zhang Zi'an's heart was panicked, as if something couldn't go up, blocking him upset.

Then stop writing, delete the Word document, and shut down the computer. I called Xinghai and Feimas together, and we happily played hide-and-seek-this sentence came to his throat several times, but again Swallow.

It's easy to give up, but it's the hardest to keep going.

Reading is too hard, I give up.

Weight loss is too tiring, I give up.

The work is too heavy, I give up.

Office politics is too dark and I give up.

I'm too embarrassed to do business, I have to pretend my grandson, I give up.

Life is too bumpy, I give up ...

放弃 Give up again and again because of frustration, and in the end nothing will be left.

He took a few deep breaths, pour out the annoyance from his chest slightly, and reached out to the keyboard and typed: only a few people in the world can finally achieve their ideals. Our lives are simple and simple. We are not ambitious. If we have pride too, it is because of the pride when we think of the fruits of labor obtained through our hands.

"Π, do you know where this sentence comes from?" He asked.

Π glanced at the screen, put on his nose glasses again, opened the unknown book and checked it, and then typed: "The Moon and Six Pence".

"Yes." Zhang Zian Qiang Yan laughed, "π, have you read this novel?"

Π shook his head.

"This novel is about an ordinary office worker. He originally had a beautiful wife and healthy children, and lived a happy life that seemed to others. Such a person, however, abandoned his wife and abandon his art for a certain day. Son, go to the desert island to paint ... If this is a novel that the people love, the ending should be his success, make a name for himself, marry Bai Fumei, and reach the pinnacle of life ... But unfortunately not, at the end of the novel , The protagonist's name of "genius" spread to the outside world, and he himself died extremely tragically. "

Zhang Zi'an tells the outline of "The Moon and Six Pence", which is a book he has read a long time ago. There is only a vague impression in his mind, but he keeps that famous saying in mind and often encourages himself.

Whether he goes to school or at work, he is just an ordinary person. He is also envious and even jealous of those who learn and succeed, but he knows that he can't be them, because there are very few geniuses, only a few people in the world can finally achieve their ideals, while others are destined to do their best and still live ordinary A lifetime. He is just an ordinary person, without the talents given by God, there is no need to be ashamed of ordinary, and accept ordinary.

He didn't understand the hero's choice when reading this novel, why he would rather give up a happy family to pursue art and painting, but since he knew Lu Yiyun and π, he gradually understood. Even if Lu Yiyun broke up with his family, he had to paint, and even if he had no time to play, he had to write novels because they liked it, that's all. Exhausting your life for what you like is incomprehensible to others, but this is exactly their happiness.

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

Ordinary people like him can accept ordinary people, but they should also understand ordinary people like Lu Yiyun, π, and the protagonist of "The Moon and Six Pence". They strive to jump out of the tower because of their longing for the moon, or they rush to the sky Or fall into mud.

If you use the shortest word to describe the protagonist of "The Moon and Six Pence", it is that-I have life, but painting has no boundaries.

Π listened carefully, it seemed to be attracted by the story, and resonated with the fate of the hero of the story.

Zhang Zi'an slowly said: "Efforts should be rewarded, but in reality, efforts may not be rewarded accordingly. However, does the hero of the novel regret it? I think that sentence just now is the hero's awareness. I don't want to lie You, tell you that your novel will succeed-no, not so, your novel is likely to fail, because most novels will fail, and only a few novels will become molecules, and only a few authors Only then can you finally reach your ideals-but π, think about it, what did you write this novel for? Is it for fame? What was your original intention to write a novel? "

Π opened his mouth half-headed, and thought blankly, and typed later: I like this story and want everyone to see it.

Zhang Zi'an nodded comfortably, "That's right, π, you've done it!"

"Squeak?" Pi blinked puzzledly, pointing at 50 on the screen, which probably means-there are only 50 people watching.

"No, you shouldn't think so, you should think-50 people have learned the story through you. Can 50 people be called 'everyone'?" Zhang Zi'an laughed. "I never thought about It ’s already a great success that your experience can be known and liked by 50 people. Continue, your novel will be liked by more people. "

Π stared at the "50" on the screen, as if the two Arabic numbers contained some magic.

Zhang Zi'an pulled out his mobile phone, opened the starting point app, searched for Pi's novel, and added it to the bookshelf.

The number of collectors in the background has become 51.

"Π, you are also your reader." He said seriously, "I want to see the ending of this novel, because the hero of the novel is not exactly the same as me, at least not as handsome as me, so I want to know his fate. π, looking into my eyes, I want to tell you-I like this novel. "

Π's eyes moved from the screen to Zhang Zi'an's face, and he saw sincerity and trust from his eyes.

"Quack! Actually Uncle Ben also likes this novel very much, but π you write too slowly, each chapter is short and powerless, Uncle Ben has waited so long and hasn't waited for Uncle Ben's appearance! If it wasn't for Uncle Ben who couldn't type, Uncle Ben must teach you what is thick and long! "

Richard, who was idle on the first floor, fluttered into the living room with wings flapping and quacked.

"Meow ~ Xinghai also likes your novel!" Xinghai followed, with other elves on her body.

"I heard that you don't want to write anymore? You didn't want to write anymore just after you appeared in the palace? What do you mean? Are you dissatisfied with this palace? If you want to challenge this palace, let the horses come over!" , Yi said indignantly.

Π was frightened by Fina's momentum and shrank her neck.

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

"Hehe ~ www.readwn.com ~ Zi'an is right-do n’t forget your original heart, you always have it. In addition, Lao Ju also wants to know how he will appear in the future. In recent days, Lao Ju is concerned about this issue, see TV can't feel relieved. "Lao Cha laughed.

"Meow meow meow, if the ending is not the happy ending of the old woman and her majesty, be careful that the old woman hit the man next to you!" The snow lion licked his paw, and the sharp claws flickered with coldness.

Zhang Zi'an really wants to talk about it. Why does the ending written by π not satisfy you, but you want to talk to me?

"Π, be sure to write my real name!" Feimas repeatedly urged, "I don't want to make another name debut."

Π's eyes flickered, and he stared at everyone alternately.

Zhang Zi'an put the keyboard in front of it again, "π, do you know what the novel is called" The Moon and Six Pence "? Because someone joked with the author that when people look at the moon, they often forget the six pence under their feet-we These 57 readers are the six pence under your feet. Although small, although cheap, we still exist. When you are sighing because the moon is too far away, don't dislike us as few people, don't dislike us for being small, don't dislike us for being insignificant, because You still have us at least. Even for our 57 readers, can you stick with it? "

大家 Under everyone's gaze, π hesitated a little and nodded. ...

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