1985, the year of the great writer, began with Infernal Affairs!

Chapter 98 Author, you've hidden your identity quite well!

What did Attorney Xie say back then?

It seems like he just hummed in response.

Thinking about it now, it doesn't seem like a very accurate guess.

Instead, they already knew how it would end.

Chu Yunfei turned over.

And that time at the breakfast shop, they watched the second half of the newly released "Infernal Affairs" together.

Xie Lu sat in the middle, turning the pages, without saying a word from beginning to end.

The three of them were banging on the table and cursing, while Xie Lu sat quietly with no expression on his face.

At the time, he didn't pay much attention, thinking that Xie Lu was probably just engrossed in watching.

But now that I think about it, what should I have invested in?

If we consider Xie Lü as the author of Infernal Affairs, then everything makes sense.

As the author, of course they know what the story will take.

The author is the author, of course they knew the ending long ago, what kind of expression could they possibly have?

Chu Yunfei felt more and more uneasy.

He then recalled the words he had overheard.

Prequel, Editor-in-Chief He, royalties.

Put these words together and you get the movie titled "Infernal Affairs," don't you?

The first half of "Infernal Affairs" has been released, and the second half has been released, so isn't it normal to write a prequel?

Editor-in-Chief He came all the way to see Lawyer Xie, wasn't it all about the manuscript?

The royalties are over two thousand yuan, isn't that just the royalties for writing a novel?

At this moment, Chu Yunfei's intelligence was comparable to that of Sherlock Holmes.

The fragments in Chu Yunfei's mind were suddenly pieced together.

He sat up abruptly.

Chen Xiangdong was startled and looked up at him: "What are you doing?"

Chu Yunfei paused for a moment, then lay back down: "No, it's nothing."

Chen Xiangdong glanced at him but didn't ask any more questions.

Chu Yunfei lay there, his heart beating a little fast.

Xie Lu, that quiet, unassuming fourth brother who seems more composed than anyone else, is actually the author of "Infernal Affairs"?

The person who wrote about Chen Yongren, Liu Jianming, and Huang Zhicheng was his brother, with whom he slept in the same room every day.

Chu Yunfei recalled the boasts he had made in the dormitory, such as "I think the author must be in his forties or fifties," "He must have a lot of experience," "Otherwise, he couldn't have written something like this."

Xie Lu listened from the side without saying a word or exposing the matter.

He recalled patting Xie Lu on the shoulder and saying, "Fourth brother, with your skill level, I hope you can write works like this someday."

Xie Lu smiled but didn't say anything.

Now that Chu Yunfei thinks about it, he wishes he could slap himself.

He's the author, and he's still there teaching others how to write.

He turned over again, facing the wall, staring at the patterns on the whitewashed wall.

He suddenly remembered something else.

That time, Xie invited them to Lao Liu's restaurant for dinner, ordered a table full of dishes, and spent several yuan.

He even asked Xie Lu at the time, "Isn't your family from the countryside? Where did you get so much money?"

Isn't that what I earn from writing articles?

Also, around the time the semester started, someone came from Beijing to look for Xie Lu, and I later found out that he was the editor-in-chief of "Contemporary".

They even joked at the time, saying that maybe the fourth brother had submitted a manuscript and someone had taken a liking to it.

Xie said no, he was just asking casually.

Looking back now, what could the editor-in-chief possibly ask a freshman by simply coming to him?

The more Chu Yunfei thought about it, the more he felt that he must have been kicked in the head by a donkey.

Such an obvious clue, yet we haven't noticed it for so long.

He lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Chen Xiangdong turned and glanced at him: "What's wrong with you today? You're like a pancake."

Chu Yunfei remained silent.

Xie Lu is the author of Infernal Affairs.

Once the thought popped into my head, I couldn't suppress it anymore.

He recalled Xie Lu's usual behavior.

He is quiet, calm, and doesn't like to show off.

Listen attentively in class, and stay home by yourself after class.

Unlike those other guys, who just brag, play cards, and chat aimlessly all the time.

He was always alone, either reading or writing.

They used to think that was just his personality, and they didn't think much of it.

Looking back now, I realize they were busy writing articles.

Who brags and talks nonsense all day like them?

Forget it, I don't want to.

When Xie Lu returns, he will definitely have to get to the bottom of this.

Kyoto, He family.

It was past seven o'clock in the evening, and it was already completely dark.

The streetlights were on, there weren't many pedestrians on the street, and occasionally a bicycle would ride by with its bell jingling.

When He Jinqiu opened the door, Shen Jingshu was cooking in the kitchen, and He Chongshan was sitting on the sofa in the living room flipping through the newspaper.

"Dad, Mom, I'm home." He Jinqiu changed her shoes and put her bag aside.

Shen Jingshu poked her head out from the kitchen: "You're back? Are you hungry? Dinner will be ready soon."

"It's alright," He Jinqiu replied. Today, unusually, she didn't go to the kitchen or sit down in the living room.

She walked directly to the study door, pushed it open, and went inside.

Then the door closed.

Shen Jingshu paused for a moment, walked out of the kitchen, looked at the closed door of the study, and then looked at He Chongshan.

He Chongshan also raised his head, looking in the direction of the study, with a completely bewildered expression.

"What's wrong with her?" Shen Jingshu asked He Chongshan in confusion.

He Chongshan shook his head, looking completely bewildered. He had no idea: "I don't know. I went straight to the study as soon as I got back."

Shen Jingshu walked over and knocked on the study door: "Qiu'er? What are you doing?"

He Jinqiu's voice came from inside: "Writing something."

Writing?

Shen Jingshu and He Chongshan exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

He Chongshan put down the newspaper, walked to the study door, and knocked: "What are you writing?"

There was a moment of silence inside, then someone said, "We're soliciting essays."

He Chongshan was stunned for a moment.

An essay contest? What kind of essay contest?

He thought for a moment and suddenly realized that it was the national college student essay competition about changes in rural life.

He mentioned it briefly at the dinner table a few days ago, saying that Xie Lu was preparing for this.

When He Jinqiu heard this, she didn't seem to react much.

Why are you suddenly writing now?

He knocked on the door again: "Qiu'er, come out and eat first."

"You guys eat first, I'm not hungry," a voice came from inside.

Shen Jingshu muttered to herself, "Did this girl take the wrong medicine today?"

He Chongshan thought for a moment, then stopped knocking and turned back to sit down in the living room.

Shen Jingshu followed and sat down next to him, asking in a low voice, "What essay contest? Why did she suddenly want to write one?"

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He Chongshan briefly recounted the essay contest, concluding, "It was probably just a whim."

He Chongshan knew perfectly well that He Jinqiu's actions were not just a whim.

She must have heard him say that Xie Lu was preparing for the competition, and that's when she started thinking about comparing herself to him.

This child has never submitted to anyone since he was a child.

I won an award in an essay competition, scored high in the Chinese language section of the college entrance examination, and was admitted to the Chinese Department of Peking University. I always felt that I was quite outstanding among my peers.

Now that Xie Lu has suddenly appeared, two years younger than her, and has written such a great work as Infernal Affairs, it's no wonder she can't accept it.

He Chongshan shook his head and said nothing.

In the study, He Jinqiu sat at her desk with a stack of manuscript papers spread out in front of her.