The Spirit World

Chapter 629 Dream Separation
"No one wants to see the protagonist fail again and again! Gong Xin! You are playing with fire!" A woman, a woman named Wei Yue, hit the finalized manuscript with the back of her hand in front of Gong Xin. In fact, for Gong Xin, these manuscripts were just a piece of waste paper, a layer, a stack, and a whole year.

"But... I think... it's normal for the protagonist to fail..." Gong Xin wanted to make another excuse, but he couldn't open his mouth. He put his right hand on his forehead, with his middle finger across his forehead, slowly sliding across the white sweat.

"If you look closely... it's very..."

This is normal. There are traces of Chang Yufeng's every failure.

No legend, no miracle.

"Maybe you're not good at writing. Believe me, you're staying at home all day and relying on your parents. You might as well learn some skills and take some exams." Tachibana Junichi put the manuscript paper behind her and looked at Gong Xin sternly. Her eyes seemed to be willow-shaped, but when she frowned, the small wrinkles on her forehead appeared, making her sternness look majestic: "Gong Xin, you are really not suitable for this. Give up... You are already an adult. You have never had a relationship. It is really unfair for you to want to write about love. Don't write, really. If you can make some money, it's good. It's better than writing about this."

The cat outside the window seemed to be shocked by her majesty. It fell from the hanger and turned over, but its four feet were still firmly on the ground. This must be the special talent of cats. They are really amazing. Even without learning, they can fly over the eaves and walls and become the phantom in the night.

"You are already an adult! Stop being naive! You can't write it! There are so many great writers here, and you really haven't absorbed any experience at all! Commercialization, commercialization, do you understand?" Wei Yue's eyes seemed to be angry as he looked at Gong Xin. Gong Xin was like a dazed wooden chicken, his hand still on his forehead, empty, looking at Wei Yue's shoes.

That pair of high heels, maybe they are very expensive, black, with a shiny surface and pointed and slanted toes, wouldn't it be a bit unfair to my feet, like foot binding? Sure enough, I would think so...

The high heels made Wei Yue look so tall, and she wore light makeup. Facing him, he couldn't look at her any more. If he looked at her too much, it would be impolite...

Perhaps this is the sadness of this otaku...

"Don't be so naive, okay? Do you know what people like to watch? They like to relax! Entertainment! Things that make them happy. They don't come to see failure and bad things! Do you understand the protagonist's halo? Without the protagonist's halo, there would be no powerful equipment, no powerful system, no Long Aotian! No Mary Sue! You have to at least make the protagonist successful! Right? This is what everyone wants to see! You write well, and others read well! That's it! Business! Consumption! Money! Money! No money! What can you write about!"

Wei Yue hit the white manuscript paper twice with the back of his hand. Even though there were dense handwriting on the manuscript paper, if it had no value, it would not be as valuable as the white manuscript paper.

It was like slapping Gong Xin's face... His face was red from being scolded, and he could even smell the perfume emanating from Wei Yue. She didn't understand perfume, just like she didn't understand why those densely packed handwriting had no value.

"Forget it. You won't understand even if I tell you. Forget it! Just finish it quickly and we'll never see each other again!" Wei Yue took a breath, slapped the manuscript on the table, and loosened his collar.

"I think... I will still finish it..." Gong Xin exhaled slowly. He was so nervous that he couldn't speak clearly. He stood up and glanced at the manuscript paper. The three words "Chang Yufeng" seemed to grab the small box in front of him and would not move away...

"I need to give them an ending... that's all. That's what I think..."

Gong Xin lowered his head sadly, looking at his slippers. The pair of high heels slowly moved away, and his thumb seemed to be disobedient and also moved a little.

"I think it is because the protagonist fails every time that he is not naive. That is why he can get the answer to success. This is what I thought at the beginning... I think..."

"Okay, I've made up my mind, you don't have to say anything more." Wei Yue picked up her shoulder bag. The leather bag seemed to be very expensive.

But Gong Xin didn’t know the brand of the bag, and the bag seemed to be just like a plastic bag, just a bag.

Maybe not, his poor appearance lacks some structure after all.

"Do you know what you wrote in the book? Money? Power? Connections? Do you understand? Do you understand these? You just wrote it to mislead the students?" Wei Yue seemed to be angry and laughed: "Don't tell me that you read the knowledge theory on some website, otherwise it will make people laugh to death! And the reincarnation of history is here... What reincarnation of history? Can you explain it clearly? Isn't it better to write about love and pretending to be cool? Why do you have to talk about these!"

Wei Yue put his hand on the door handle: "Also, you don't have a clear grasp of the relationship between the characters. Of course you don't need to write who is whose daughter and who is whose son. The protagonist's halo! Do you understand? A dragon gives birth to a dragon! A phoenix gives birth to a phoenix! A mouse's son will dig holes! Do you understand?"

The door was opened by Wei Yue, and the violent wind blew past like a saw, leaving behind an indelible noise.

"I... am not pretending to know something when I don't... I am sure of that..." Gong Xin's mouth closed again, and he did not speak for a long time, watching the pair of high heels leave... Many things no longer had anything to do with him...

"Money has a very serious effect on alienating people. As long as there is profit to be made, people with evil thoughts will do anything. This has been proven by a hundred, ten thousand, or even millions of bloody, dirty, tragic incidents..."

When he spoke at this time, it was as if he had no listeners, and he had also lost... his only listener... and would never come back...

"History, the cycle of history, the cycle of history... history... learn from history, kings, princes, generals and ministers... cycle..."

His voice seemed to be a little off, his words were unclear, and even he couldn't hear his own words...

What a sad thing...

It's like I've lost everything... all my motivation...

Some people need to work hard, some people don't. Some people walk fast, some people walk slowly. Some people live healthy, some people don't even have the right to live well...

“You can’t always go to the playground…”

The wind brought the lingering air currents of the dark sky around Gong Xin. His long shirt was blown up by the wind... The manuscripts were whistling like the wind. It seemed that Wei Yue had not closed the door, letting the wind in. Gong Xin was silent, watching the waste papers flying around the room. This small room was like an insurmountable cage...

It is called a cage only because of the high cost...

"You can also try to go to the hospital to have a look..."

He still keeps saying, try.

"I know everyone is suffering and doesn't want to see sadness, grief, or failure, but this is life. If a person's life is destined to be successful, it must be a biography, not... a mother's love for her child."

But there was no last listener left.

"If a mother thinks her child will be successful in the future...it really cannot be said that she loves the child very much...because the mother herself may not have achieved the success she wants...Although there are some examples, they are still too few. Most of them are cruel maternal love...rather than the maternal love that people envy..."

Gong Xin stopped talking and sat down quietly... lying on the table. He should be very sad... but he just couldn't cry...

Because being denied was too normal... maybe he really had some low self-esteem? But could a person with low self-esteem really withstand such a blow...

He was very sad, but he couldn't cry...

The wind was so strong and cold, he took a deep breath... and raised his breath, trembling and twitching a little...

He didn't know what to say...

It was as if his entire world was slowly collapsing and he was giving up on himself...

"Hey...you don't need to be sad..."

A person's voice sounded in Gong Xin's ears. He thought that there would be a second person who would come to comfort him, and he seemed a little shocked.

He raised his head and looked out the window. A boy was comforting another girl. He put his hand on her head and stroked it slowly. In the cold wind, their dresses seemed to be dancing.

"Lin'er, I'm by your side, so what's the big deal about this little difficulty? Right, dear?"

The man in the black robe smiled sweetly and blinked his eyes. He had bright eyes, white teeth, and beautiful eyes. He was very handsome.

"But... I really can't do it... I miss you so much..." The girl called Lin'er, wearing a red dress with green sleeves, embraced the man in his arms...

The wind and the flowers are flowing, the peach blossoms are in disorder, drifting, the loneliness of the whole world...

"I miss you too... Don't cry, be good, don't cry... If you cry, I will cry too..." The boy touched the girl's face and wiped away her tears with his slender thumb.

It was just that the pear blossoms were wet with rain, and they cried sadly and did not stop. The crystal tears were blown away by the wind, like jade beads falling to the ground, but silently...

The desolate wind only makes me sad.

The burning dream only desires my heart.

Gong Xin pushed the table away suddenly and staggered into the wind... As if those two people really existed, goose bumps fell all over his forehead and body. The door that was not closed suddenly slammed shut, knocking his body away and falling against the wall.

"Hey!"

Gong Xin shouted! He wanted to call their names...

"Hey!"

Gong Xin's mouth actually started bleeding. The fishy, ​​yet slightly sweet blood came out of his mouth. He then truly realized that he couldn't call out their names...

"Hey!" [Yinglan! I'm a father now! ]

A man in scarlet armor was like the god of war under the gloomy sky, tall and straight, heroic, majestic, and like a general. He was holding a baby with a chubby face, as if the baby was crying softly.

[Haha… She’s so cute! Daddy, give me a hug~ woooo——hahaha——]

The general greeted them with a smile and stood in the clouds. The mist was a little cold, and he hugged the child tightly.

Tease her with your eyebrows.

She cried and cried... and then she started giggling...

[You're a mother now! Yinglan——]

He saw that his wife, the mother of his child, was not very happy and was somewhat surprised...

[What’s wrong with you, Yinglan…]

He held the child in his arms... and ran towards his wife... but she was just out of sight...

They slowly turned into mist in the clouds...dissipated, moved away...

Gong Xin looked at their faces. The scarlet general's armor seemed like a dream and burning.

Gong Xin watched them disappear in disbelief... He covered his chest... He was afraid that his heart would not be able to beat... He slowly grabbed his chest and prayed, this little thing that controlled his life, obviously everyone has...

But his is incomplete...

[Lu Xinzhai, I am about to die, right...]

Gong Xin looked at the man in a white robe, slowly lying in the cotton-soft petals. The pure white was like the sky without any trace of blue. It was scary white, as white as his face, as weak...

[I’m going to die! I’m going to die! I’m going to die! ]

The man shouted loudly and fiercely, as if he was furious and shouting for his own death...

[I’m going to die… Finally…]

He wanted to cough, but nothing came out.

He was sad... He seemed to be really sad... A tear flowed to the corner of his eye, flowing slowly, dripping into the cotton wool, and turning into pure blue...

The sky also became blue...

[I am the king of gods! I am the supreme demon! I am the end of the world! ]

[I am... the supreme king...]

[I am... who are you willing to believe I am? ]

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Gong Xin with a stern look, which frightened Gong Xin. He was so scared that he had to rub against the ground and back away, leaning against the wall, staring into those angry eyes with his eyes wide open.

That murderous look was like a powerful fire rising up into the sky, burning the entire world.

Fire! Fire from the sky! It’s coming!

Fire from the sky is coming!

Crying! Howling! Wailing! Like a shadow that can never be erased...

"Help!" The hand stretched out from the fire was burnt and hideous...

“Save me!” The eyes that had lost their fiery pupils had been burned through… hollow and terrifying…

“Help—ah!” The cries were abruptly cut off, as if fire had burned through their bodies…

Burnt smoke spewed out from the throat...

The wind was about to calm down... but the fire in the sky... had not yet been extinguished...

Gong Xin stared blankly at the sea of ​​fire rising and rolling...

His mouth and tongue seemed to be dried up by the flames, his lips were cracked, and his ears were bombarded with miserable cries for help...

Buzzing... This head... It seems that no thoughts ever come to my mind again... It's all blank... In the blank scenes, it's dull...

【Do you know what I admire most about you? 】

"what?"

[I am ruthless and vicious. The blood war I started is not an innocent game.]

"What do you want to gain for yourself through this war?"

【I want to bring peace to the world...】

"Not for yourself?"

[I don’t lack anything…]

"It's really not for yourself?"

[Of course, the world is so chaotic now... It's time to clear things up... With fewer races, there will naturally be unity...]

"you sure?"

【Sure……】

"You are so naive."

“Are all the gods in heaven so naive?”

【possible……】

"Innocent, it's so nice..."

【possible……】

Please keep thinking independently and don’t be fooled... It’s always a good idea to be more careful about everything.

The story of Chang Yufeng and Chen Lin has not ended yet!

Since I mentioned fate, I meant the multiplicity of fate that can be written out through dialectical discussion, rather than a simple theory of the fate of a person like in a biography.

Ah, fate, fate.

Please think independently, but don't be too extreme.

It is more like the true doctrine of the mean, listening without speaking, and speaking without disagreeing.

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(End of this chapter)