MTL - I Wasn’t Born Lucky-Chapter 222

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It was another early morning.

Xiao Li has long been accustomed to going home at this time. He has seen the city's scenery from three to five in the morning for countless times. Now he does not need to turn on the lights when he goes upstairs, and he knows which step is ahead with his eyes closed.

The only difference this time is that Shen Mirage did not go directly, but followed him upstairs.

Shen Mirage said that in addition to seeing how to raise a cat, he also wanted to know how they went to Xiao Wu's house just now. Shen Mirage was usually the most silent. Once he spoke, Xiao Li could hardly refuse him.

When Xiao Li opened the door, the little black cat was no longer in Xiao Li's bed. It lowered its chassis and lay on the armrest of the sofa. At first glance, it looked like a black gas tank, hidden in the darkness.

The movement at the door has not yet approached, the little black cat has moved its ears, opened the big cat's mouth and yawned, waking up from sleep.

"Sit down," said Xiao Li. He turned on the light, and he wanted to pull the little black cat by the neck as if pulling it up, but the cat was too heavy and the cat's feet just left the sofa. The little black cat let out an uncomfortable cry, Xiao Li had to hold his two feet that were nowhere to rest, and hugged the cat into his arms.

The temperature in the room is higher than outside, perhaps because it feels hot, Shen Mirage took off his jacket at the porch, exposing the shirt inside. The shirt perfectly showed the smooth muscles of the youth, which was not too exaggerated, but it looked very impressive. Strength, with a sense of aggression.

Shen Mirchi's gaze fell on Xiao Li's face, and then looked at the little black cat in his arms: "This cat is like this usually?"

Xiao Li didn't quite understand his question: "So?"

Shen Mirage described it expressionlessly: "Sleeping on the bed and holding it?"

When he was a cat, he was very happy to have such treatment, but now that the little black cat occupies such a position, he will instinctively feel jealous.

He is in a difficult relationship problem. He has been looking at Xiao Li. When he can’t see him, he wants to get closer. When he sees it, he wants to meet him one step further. He takes every opportunity to stay with him. It's the same as a severely ill patient with muscle, skin, hunger, and thirst.

He has done almost everything that can please the other party, but it still has no effect.

He couldn't hold Xiao Li upright in his arms, couldn't kiss him and watch him sober, naturally he would be jealous of all creatures that can be embraced by the other party.

The little black cat was stared at by the young man's eyes and almost exploded the hair all over his body. It simply kicked off Xiao Li's legs and climbed onto the cat climbing frame, pretending to look at flowers with Tan Li.

Xiao Li was caught off guard, kicked by it with his back foot, and turned to Shen Mirchi: "No, cats are very independent creatures. They don't like to be with people when there is nothing wrong. Remember to eat at home. They will take care of themselves."

"Feed some snacks every day when you have time. It doesn't matter if you have no time, the kitten will play by itself.

"It's almost that. Any questions?"

Shen Mizhi looked at Xiao Li blatantly by listening to the cat's knowledge. After the young man had said this, he paused before continuing to ask: "Why did you spend so long upstairs just now?"

"Well, we strayed into a place where Wang Huai said'Domain'," Xiao Li didn't conceal the incident. He told Shen Mirage about the matter again, and touched out the little yellow book and opened it to the previous one. The page where the author’s manuscript was located is also where the manuscript was written before. Now the manuscript has been placed in a small yellow book.

There is an extra line on Xiaohuang's notebook: [The author's manuscript, special props, the soul of Sintian lives here, it has been separated from the fragments, and only itself is left. 】

Fragments?

Xiao Li took out the previous light blue object from his pocket. It was very thin, like a small diamond, which would be overlooked by accident, but the pattern on it revealed a kind of uncut beauty, under the light. , Like the stars circulating.

Seeing this fragment, Shen Mirage narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression changed a little, but he instantly returned to his usual indifference.

Xiao Li had never seen this thing before. He asked Xiao Huangben "What is this, prop?", and got a strange answer: [. 】

Facing this strange symbol that appeared for the first time, Xiao Li fell into deep thought.

Shen Mizhi moved the little yellow book with his fingertips, and the young man asked with a deep voice, "What are you thinking?"

Xiao Li: "What does a single period mean?"

Shen Mirage: "Maybe it knows something, but it can't tell it now, but it doesn't want to tell you directly like this."

Xiao Li: "."

He lifted the fragments towards Shen Mirage: "Have you seen this?"

Shen Mirage: "No, but I think you should keep it."

Xiao Li lowered his eyes, and he tried again. The fragment could not be put into the small yellow notebook. He took out an empty chewing gum box from under the coffee table, put the fragment in it, and tucked it back into his pocket.

There is no answer to the fragments for the time being. Next, it is the so-called manuscript.

Xiao Li released the manuscript from the small yellow book. It was a page of ordinary office paper. Even the corner of the page was rolled up due to excessive writing. He pressed it several times with his hand, but failed to flatten it.

According to Xiao Huangben's introduction, the soul of Sintian lives here.

Xiao Li turned his pen and thought for a while. He didn't think about what to write in the first greeting. He wanted to ask Shen Mirage's opinion. As soon as he looked up, he saw the young man looking at him with his knuckles supporting his chin.

The affection in my eyes is about to overflow.

From outsiders, Shen Mirzhi's eyes can only see the immortal iceberg, but at this moment the iceberg melts and spring returns to the earth, Xiao Li has never seen indifference to others in his eyes.

The youth was taking advantage of this opportunity to look at Xiao Li, but now that he suddenly raised his head to look at him, he didn't panic. Looking at his eyes, he found his reflection in the beautiful pure black background.

"What's the matter?" Shen Mirage asked.

Xiao Li: "How to deal with the soul of a writer who has just been captured?"

Shen Mirage said unprincipledly: "You can say anything, right?"

Anyway, everyone is in his own hands, right-Xiao Li lowered his head and wrote a line on the manuscript: [Hello. 】

This line of handwriting was quickly sucked in, but there was no response.

Xiao Li changed his greetings: [Sin Tian? 】

no respond.

[The novel you wrote is not good. 】

no respond.

The little yellow book that was put aside took the opportunity to turn back to the original page. Under the explanation of the special props, another line was added at this time: [The source of the manuscript has been successfully accommodated and is available for review. 】

Xiao Li pulled the little yellow book and clicked to view it. In an instant, he saw a picture—

This story puts it bluntly, that is, the tragic life of a frustrated novelist.

It was a lonely-looking man. He seemed to be young and without stubble, as if he had just graduated from college. He held a small rental advertisement that had just been peeled off the wall and knocked on the door of an old-fashioned house.

Xiao Li recognized this door, which was the "Xiao Wu's house" they went to today.

Soon, a well-dressed old lady opened the wooden door from inside, and asked through the iron door uneasy: "Who?"

The man hurriedly waved the small advertisement in his hand: "Hello, I found the rental advertisement posted on the telephone pole. I...I want to rent a house here."

The old lady suddenly raised a series of questions: "What is your name, student or work party, local or foreign, married and unmarried?"

The man stammered and answered all the questions without any omissions: "I am Huo Zilan, I just graduated, a foreigner, not married, currently without a job, and I am writing novels to make money."

The old lady frowned: "Then you don't have a serious job? Then how can I rent it to you? I am about to go abroad to run my children, and I may not come back. What should I do if you owe the rent?"

"No, I...I have a fund. I saved ten thousand yuan. I think you are paying one by one. I will not default on the rent." The man, Huo Zilan, pleaded, and he begged in a low voice. After a long time, the landlord's grandma finally let go and gave him the key. After the house was rented out, she took care of her luggage and went to her daughter.

After renting this room, Huo Zilan has not changed the structure of the house. He turned on the laptop and began to code words around the clock.

His pen name is Sintian, and he is more willing to call himself Sintian than his real name.

Sintian wrote traditional martial arts essays earlier, not to deceive the young and poor, but the subject of martial arts is quite cold. He always eats low security and full diligence. Later, he rewrites the emotional entanglement of the overbearing president falling in love with me, but still can't support himself.

His living expenses are decreasing day by day. His parents in far away have been urging him to find a decent job, and even helped him find his next home, which is a factory. He goes to work at nine in the morning and leaves work at nine in the evening. But if you enter this way, you will definitely be unable to continue writing. Sintian didn't want to give up like this. After he tried his best, he decided to try writing for a year.

But his attempts were of no use. The monthly full attendance was only enough for him to eat instant noodles every day, and his inspiration gradually disappeared. Even if he stayed up all night and wrote until three or four o'clock every day, there was still no improvement.

Sintian has a habit. He likes to write inspiration and specific outlines on the manuscript paper he carries with him, instead of the more popular computers now, so this is destined to be slow in his efficiency and has to make more efforts.

Under the pressure of life, Sintian started to smoke. He saved money to buy cigarettes, while writing manuscripts and smoking cigarettes, and was busy submitting articles.

He seldom goes out, except for instant noodles, where he orders takeaways. After a month, he rarely goes out of the house except for the convenience store at the gate of the community.

Sintian didn't exercise, stayed up late, and smoked. A few bad habits almost occupied him, but within half a year, he changed from a thin man when he just graduated to a fat house with weak body.

He felt heart sick several times when he stayed up late to write an essay. At that time, he wanted to go to the hospital to have a look, but after everything was fine the next day, Sintian was too lazy to get out of the door, and eventually he never went.

Such days until one day, Sin Tian carried a plastic bag in a convenience store with instant noodles and cigarettes. On the way back, he heard someone in the community yelling excitedly: "Look, Meteor!"

He raised his head in a daze, remembering that tonight is the time for a meteor shower on TV.

Sintian hadn't looked at the night look for a long time. He felt a little irritable for no reason. He scratched his face. When he wanted to leave, he found a fragment in his hand.

What is this stuff?

He threw the fragments into the plastic bag and walked back home quickly.

In the next few weeks, Sintian still did not go out, but his heart discomfort became more and more frequent. He also decided to go to the hospital next week to check, but fate did not give him this opportunity.

One day he was extremely emotional, because he was especially Cavan that day, and almost couldn't get full attendance, so he almost burst his blood vessels in a hurry.

Just as Sintian was struggling to hit the keyboard, a huge throbbing sensation suddenly came from his heart, his fingers stopped, and the whole person fell down like this, and never got up again.

Sintian's body was not found by the police until it stinked, and his parents were notified.

The landlord’s wife did not rush back, and the dead house could not be rented out again, so it was idle for a long time until it was dusty.

And Sin Tian was conscious again, but after not knowing how long, he suddenly woke up in a spiritual state.

At first, its power was very weak, and it could only exist in this dead room, pacing back and forth, and falling asleep from time to time. Not only that, but sometimes it also wanted to kill very much, full of destructive desire, and wanted to destroy everything. , But fortunately it was cowardly by nature, and never did such a thing.

But after waking up for a while, the fragment appeared in the palm of Sintian's hand. It merged with it. Sintian found that his sanity was much clearer than before, and his strength has also been fully increased. Not only can it now Write a novel according to your own mind, and you can even construct a world of your own and make your novel a reality!

Considering that he is a ghost, Sintian finally decided to give up martial arts and general manager, and write a horror novel, incorporating his own experience and obsession.

It took a lot of thoughts and ideas to shape a world until it caused trembling.

...

After reading the source of Sintian's manuscript, Xiao Li thought about it for a while, and then wrote again: [I think your novel is very beautiful, and I want to ask you for it. 】

This time, Sintian poked his head out. The prototype of Kou Tian in his own writing, the writer Guisha replied in a reflexive manner: [Impossible, is it true? 】

Xiao Li: "..."

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