A healing writer? No, it's a depressing writer!

Chapter 47 I am the man who wants to become the Pirate King

Frankly speaking, after such a conversation with Jiang Hai, Yang Shuman felt that this young-looking student in front of her was
He has a sense of maturity far beyond his peers?

Although he looks immature, his core ideology is quite firm, a bit like.
Is there a firm heart beneath the free and easy appearance?
Some people swore when they were young that they would succeed in life and make a lot of money when they grew up.

But often after shouting these slogans.

The next day, it’s time to play games and go to the Internet cafe again.

The main point is that he is a giant in thought but a dwarf in action.

But Jiang Hai seemed a little sloppy on the surface, but for some reason, when Yang Shuman saw him say the words "prepare to win the championship",

She didn't even have the slightest doubt about Jiang Hai?

Even though she is much older than Jiang Hai, she is twenty-five years old this year and Jiang Hai is only nineteen.

But looking at Jiang Hai, the man she should call brother, Yang Shuman actually felt a different sense of security?
"Do you really want to win the championship?"

"I really want to be the champion."

Jiang Hai took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket and waved it in front of Yang Shuman:
"do you mind?"

Yang Shuman smiled sweetly, then shook her head:

"It's okay. Please do as you please."

The smoke passed through his lungs, and a mouthful of thick white smoke slowly came out of his mouth.

As if recalling something, Jiang Hai looked up at Yang Shuman in front of him:

"Do you have a dream?"

dream?

Yang Shuman looked at Jiang Hai with a little surprise.

Frankly speaking, since she entered this society, no one has ever mentioned the word "dream" in front of her.

Because there are never any dreams in adult life, only sadness about life and the lingering struggle with reality.

"Why do you ask?"

"I have a dream." Jiang Hai didn't care about Yang Shuman's eyes. He started to immerse himself in his own world as if no one was around. "I dream that one day, the valleys will rise, the mountains will fall, the rough and winding roads will become smooth, and the holy light will be revealed and illuminate the world."

"I have a dream. I dream that one day there will be no more oppression in this world and that all people will be created equal."

"I have a dream. I dream that one day I can realize my ideal and become a world-renowned writer. No matter at home or abroad, no matter old or young, they can sit in the library, sit at home, sit in the park in the afternoon when the sun is shining, and indulge in reading the books I write."

Geniuses are often eccentric and not understood by ordinary people.

Looking at the rivers and seas with such emotion, I was immersed in the magnificent imagination that I described and couldn't extricate myself.

When he got excited, he would even dance and gesture towards Yang Shuman.

Yang Shuman sat quietly opposite Jiang Hai, staring at him in a daze with a smile in her eyes.

After Jiang Hai finished describing the grand blueprint of his dream, he realized that his voice seemed a little loud?
This sound once drowned out the students at the next table who were discussing the plot of "Poor Ghost"?

When looking at the river and the sea, he shouted out with great emotion:
"I will definitely win the Nobel Prize in Literature in the future!"

The students who were discussing the plot of "Poor Ghost" were stunned when they heard this:
"Isn't this guy really stupid?"

"Cough cough." Feeling the strange gazes from his classmates, Jiang Hai felt a little embarrassed. After two dry coughs, he sat back in his original seat.

He looked up at Yang Shuman in front of him:
"It's not that I really think I can win the Nobel Prize, but that—"

"I will keep moving towards my goal!"

"Rather than standing there cowering and waiting to die, I would rather die on the way to the charge!" "Do you understand what I mean?"

Jiang Hai exudes the kind of passion and middle school mentality that only belongs to a teenager.

It is like Luffy entering the Age of Discovery and shouting towards the vast ocean:
"I am the man who wants to become the Pirate King!"

At this moment, in the coffee shop, Yang Shuman faintly smelled Luffy's scent on Jiang Hai:
"I want to be the man who wins the Nobel Prize!"

"Don't look at me as lazy now, I'm nothing." Jiang Hai picked up the cream cake on the table and stuffed a bite into his mouth, "But I always believe in one thing--"

“If a thousand people doubt my ability to succeed, then all of them are wrong!”

"Don't just talk about a small Star Cup. In the future, I will step onto a bigger and more shining stage! My works will surely be seen by more and more people."

In fact, Yang Shuman felt that after communicating with Jiang Hai, this person did not talk about the topics of "literature" and "dreams".

He looked a little depressed.

Even though he looks like a sunny and cheerful boy, this appearance cannot hide the melancholy in his eyes.

Those were not the eyes of a 19-year-old boy, but more like the look of someone who had seen through the mundane world.

However, whenever words like "literature" and "dream" are mentioned, Jiang Hai becomes like a different person.

Directly transform from an i person to an e person in seconds!
The chatterbox attribute is maxed out!
In fact, it is good for people living in this world to have something they love, at least it will make you feel alive.

Although Yang Shuman is not much older than Jiang Hai, she feels that compared to Jiang Hai——

She is more like a zombie in fancy clothes, bright on the outside but empty on the inside.

Although Jiang Hai didn't have any brand names on him——

But because he has something he loves and wants to stick to, he is more like a living person?

"You're great." Yang Shuman, who never praises others easily, gave Jiang Hai a rare high evaluation.

"You're not bad either." Jiang Hai also expressed his opinion about Yang Shuman, who has a mature figure but a girlish heart.

Frankly speaking, since entering society, Yang Shuman has rarely met pure and interesting people like Jiang Hai.

There is no doubt that in her heart, Jiang Hai is a genius.

A true genius!

Not only does he have his own unique insights in literature, he also always maintains his passion for what he wants to do.

As if she was very curious, Yang Shuman blinked her beautiful eyes and stared at him curiously:
"Jiang Hai, I want to know, people like you——"

"What is it that has been pushing you forward?"

"Are geniuses forced out?"

If there were no unknown pressure or motivation, people like Jiang Hai would...

How can one persist in his dream and passion for decades?

Feeling Yang Shuman's curious gaze,

He seemed to be hesitant and hesitated again and again.

Although he felt that something was wrong, in the end, Jiang Hai chose to face Yang Shuman's answer directly:
"Actually, I think—"

“Genius is not necessarily forced out.”

"They could have been thrown out during a caesarean section."

(End of this chapter)