48 Hours a Day

“What about the ending, can you accept the ending?” Zhang Heng asked, “After all, the ending of the story I created is not the same as the stories you wrote before.”

“If I met you before, I would feel that this is indeed a bit contrary to my usual aesthetics, because the stories I create, no matter how the protagonist resists, will eventually be shrouded in greater despair, and You are the first person to write the story after this. Although you borrowed my system, you are actually talking about a person who is shrouded in despair and knows he cannot escape, how to use all his power and fate Stories of struggle!”

Lovecraft seemed to be thinking about how to express his meaning more accurately, and then continued after a while, “It’s like…all the hope in my novel is to usher in the ultimate despair. All the despair in your novel is paving the way for the last glimmer of hope. This is indeed different from the writing style I am good at, but this does not prevent me from liking your story very much. I don’t know why, maybe Because hope and despair are two sides of the same body, just like light and darkness, without either side, this World cannot really become real.”

“Really,” Lovecraft looked into Zhang Heng’s eyes. “I think your new story helped me fill up the last shortcoming of my setting. Just this point, I also I should toast you.” Lovecraft finished speaking and raised the glass in his hand.

Zhang Heng also picked up his own one, “Respect the unknown fear.”

“Respect human beings for their courage to unyielding.” Lovecraft whispered in a low voice and drank the red wine in his hand.

Fifteen minutes later, Zhang Heng walked out of Room 515 with the outline.

So far, most of his plan has been completed, only the last thing is left, and that is the feeling he lacks.

And after Zhang Heng bid farewell to Hemingway and Lovecraft and the others, it was not someone else but the Hobbit housekeeper who finally went to find.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” The Hobbit housekeeper was as polite as ever, and put down the vase in her hand.

Her racial innate talent made her almost silent no matter where she was going, what she was doing, in fact, she had been in the hall just now, but few writers passing by could find her.

“Yes, I want to meet someone.” Zhang Heng said.

“Who?” the hobbit housekeeper asked, “I will try to meet your meeting needs, but apart from the writers in the manor and our service staff, I can’t help you. Bring in the people outside.”

“But one person is fine,” Zhang Heng not at all, blunt said, “I want to see the butler who received me before I came to this manor. He is also one of the service staff. Member, you should be able to find him for me.”

“You want to see him?” The hobbit housekeeper was a little surprised.

“Yes.” Zhang Heng said, “Consell has been with the protagonist Professor Aronas in “seabed two ten thousand li” and walked the whole section of the road with him, so I Guess my relationship with Consel shouldn’t be the same as when we first met.”