Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 26 The Art Girl's Pen
Quiet night, dim street lights.

The whistling traffic pushes the gentle wind.

A short-haired girl stood alone at the edge of the overpass, leaning forward slightly, holding a gorgeous enamel pen in one hand and a notebook in the other.

In Zhai Da's eyes, the broken line was extending from the pen in the other person's hand.

Zhai Da stood under the overpass, observing secretly, without rashly entering the other party's sight.

Judging from the school uniform he was wearing, which was the same as mine, it should be the one I saw so quickly outside the classroom door that day.

Girls from the experimental class?

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Standing alone on the overpass late at night, the angle of the view is a bit subtle!
In this situation, the atmosphere of Yu Yu Syndrome has reached its maximum, and it is not ruled out that the other party is planning a wingless flight at any time.

Zhai Da observed for a moment and had an idea in his mind.

This [equipment] must be obtained somehow, which is exactly what he needs.

Go buy it, go ask for it, even if it means cheating.

But he didn't know this girl at all. Although he still had nearly 4,000 yuan in savings, even after deducting the money he promised to Lu Wei, he still had 3,000 yuan.

But I went up to him and said directly: Girl, are you selling your pen?

I'm afraid it will only get a roll of the eyes, and make the follow-up more complicated, with the difficulty soaring from 1 to 10.

In particular, Zhai Da noticed that if he was not mistaken, the watch on the other party's wrist was a Longines Crescent Moon. Although it was the most basic model of the same brand, it cost 10,000 yuan.
If it appears in the hands of a high school girl, it means that she comes from a wealthy family and the possibility of her buying it with money is greatly reduced.

You have to start with skill.
Fortunately, the answer is on the surface of the riddle: this is a literary girl.

Zhai Damu said nothing, walked to the right side five meters away from the girl, and looked at the lights in the distance and the dim lights under the bridge with the girl.

He took out his pen and paper, as if preparing to write something.

"Breaking the ice" is not about rushing to show your presence, but about integrating into the other person's emotions and situation, and waiting for your sense of awkwardness to fade away before speaking again.

Of course, if you have a reader’s face, you can also start with “Look at the legs.”

The girl obviously sensed Zhai Da's presence and her movements faltered slightly. Reality is not a cartoon.
It is normal people who think of "safety issues" first rather than beauty.

But because Zhai Da kept a reasonable distance and was wearing a school uniform, she seemed to have no reason to turn around and leave.

And the girl's attention was successfully attracted by Zhai Da's action of taking out paper and pen.

Zhai Da didn't even turn his head, and had no idea what the girl looked like. He just looked at the night scene for five minutes with a melancholy look.

The pen didn't move.

Until you feel it's cooked enough.

Then he said to himself in a deep tone: "It's really hard to write."

Don’t feel awkward. They are literary youths. Only by being awkward with others can you be pulled into their field.

If someone says that he likes Lao She's "Back Figure", you should not expose him, but acknowledge him and then say that you like Zhu Ziqing's "Camel Xiangzi".

He will feel that he has met you too late and that you are on the same level as him.

The girl seemed to have been thinking for a long time before she finally spoke hesitantly:
"Classmate, did you also participate in the micro-novel competition?"

Straight talk!

Zhai Da was secretly laughing at himself. What kind of chicken neck contest is this? I've never heard of it before!
As expected of an artistic girl, this hobby is quite niche.

Micro-novels are a type of text medium that has become popular in recent years. They are usually around a hundred words long and are widely loved by young literary and artistic people.

Its prototype seems to come from short stories such as "Yi Lin", "Du Zhe" and "Qiu Shi Hui". Although these things were condemned by everyone in later generations, when they were at their peak, they did influence almost everyone in the country.

In just a few years, micro-novels have developed a large audience group, allowing those who consider themselves literary but do not have the ability to write a "complete story" to gain a cheap sense of literary participation.

There are almost no restrictions except for the length. It is called micro-novel, but it can actually be poetry, prose, or even horror stories.
Why does Zhai Da look so familiar?
Because this can be said to be a prototype of the future "copywriting", and also the prototype of all "fragmented literature" such as Moments, Weibo, late-night emo, and "In the end, one person took it all".

In my heart, I didn't care about the micro-novel competition, but I said, "Yeah, I want to change my mind occasionally. Do you have any inspiration?"

The breeze blew the hair on his forehead, and at this moment, the Puyan man Zhai Da actually looked a little handsome.

Therefore, the atmosphere creates the beauty, and the ID photo breaks the illusion.

Turn off the lights and realize your dream. At the edge of her vision, the girl shook her head: "I have no inspiration. The subject is night, but the scope of night is too large. I don't know what to write."

Zhai Da caught the key words, his heart moved slightly, he looked at the street lights above his head, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered the road he walked with Lu Wei that night.

The street lights that night were also very atmospheric.

For some reason, when he thought of Lu Wei, Zhai Da's mouth corners unconsciously curled up.

After a little thought, Zhai Da began to write quickly.

This action aroused the girl's curiosity.

After Zhai Da finished writing, he nodded as if he was satisfied.

But he still didn't say anything, didn't even look at the other person from beginning to end, closed his notebook, turned and left.

The girl followed Zhai Da with her eyes until he was about to get off the overpass, then she couldn't help but ask, "Classmate, can you read it to me?"

Zhai Da breathed a sigh of relief.

If you don't call me, I'm going to start plan B.

He stood there as if hesitating, then turned around and met the girl's gaze.

This was the first time he saw the girl's face clearly.

She has a small, oval face with a bit of childishness and soft and delicate features. The most noticeable thing is her big eyes, which are as moist as a deer's, as if she were a young animal that had just run into the city from the forest.

A carrot hair accessory on the forehead adds a bit of playfulness.

This is a pretty face that has not been polluted by the world. Perhaps only a person who is protected in this way can become a "literary girl".

Zhai Da hesitated and said, "I always feel embarrassed to show it to others in person."

The girl nodded and agreed with this statement. She didn't dare to show anyone what she had written. She always felt ashamed and thought she was being rude.

But I didn't expect that the boy would tear off a page from the notebook and hand it over.

"I've written it down anyway. Here's the paper for you. I'm in Class 8 of Senior 3. Remember to return it to me after you've read it."

Zhai Da handed over the paper with his phone number written on it, turned around and left without saying a word.

The girl in her school uniform stretched out a pair of white and tender hands, "holding" a piece of light paper. She didn't react until Zhai Da completely disappeared at the edge of the overpass.

He looked down and gradually covered his mouth.

Streetlights and Wine

"I am a nameless person on this road. I tried my best to get the most ordinary script."

"Fortunately, I have a secret good friend, it's the street lamp on the corner, who clinks glasses with my tired dreams every night."

"The setting sun sinks into the orange sea, and the evening breeze falls into the city forest."

"I am not the only one among thousands of people who has a glass of wine."

"But the street lamp only shines on me. She sees me looking up at the bright moon, and she sees me bending over to pick up small change."

"Many years later, I finally saved up enough change and brought the girl named Lu back home."

"With her, I counted the dregs in the wine glass and wiped away the tears from her eyes."

The girl's eyes were full of emotion and sentiment.

In just over a hundred words, it constructs an ordinary yet touching love story with beautiful language, rich metaphors, and even rhymes!
The key is
Her last name is Lu
----

A few hundred meters away, Zhai Da smiled.

In his previous life, he was a copywriter, but he definitely did not have any interest in literature, nor did he study a related major. It was purely a coincidence.

Just like the veteran never thought he could cook barbecue, the army doesn’t teach him that.

As for copywriting, people working in advertising know a little bit about the business, and it can't be considered a real technical position.

But it doesn't mean that his level is not good.

Little guy, can’t this hold your pen?
　Good night, sweet dreams
　　
　
(End of this chapter)