"Are you a writer? You signed a contract? And you are the one who gets' salary '?"
A man looked at the bearded, plump man in the opposite direction and asked, trying to make his interrogative sentence look like a declarative sentence.
"Ah, why not?" The writer did not care about the man's "offence".
The writer bared half his belly, took the string in his hand and ate while saying that his eyes were not on the man at all.
"No, no... I didn't mean that..." The man denied.
"Can you tell me about your experience in online writing?" the man asked.
The man whose name is Mugong is a man who wants to be a writer.
"Well, this thing must be understood by oneself," said the writer with a careless face.
“......”
Mr. Mu didn't speak, but his heart was in a mess: "On my own, what's the meaning of inviting you?"
"Of course, before that, it must be a good thing for someone to remind you..." The writer's eyes swept over the table in front of him, felt that he was not responsible for saying so, and then said so again.
However, Duke Mu didn't think it was a "good thing". The writer was introduced to him by his female classmate Xiao Ming, who said that Duke Mu should learn from him.
But at the moment when he saw him, Mr. Mu felt that Xiaoming was clearly trying to persuade himself:
"Is that what I've been like since I became a writer? It's a bit scary."
"Oh, let me hear what you said." Duke Mu still suppressed his doubts and continued to ask.
"Ah..." The writer agreed, as if he were clearing his mind.
"When you write online articles, you must have a psychological preparation..." The writer recalled that he was walking his own way again.
"You should be prepared for three collapses, three muddles, three madness, and one clean day..." The writer was ready to talk.
"Tell me about it. I will learn from you."
Watching the writer finish saying this, he began to "fill" the string in his mouth again, Mu Gong said.
Perhaps the writer's "three three one" theory attracted him. Or maybe he just wanted to make up for the empty space at the moment and said something casually.
"Ah, this' three collapses'..." After putting down the string in hand, the writer took another sip of beer and was ready to continue.
"I mean your attitude when you are waiting for signing the contract. Nearly one third of the time a day, you may be on the verge of collapse, constantly changing between hope and disappointment... It's so painful..."
It may be that alcohol played a certain role in the writer, he said, recalling, as if with a cry.
"Yo, Yo, look at those two dogs fighting. It's funny. Hey..."
When the writer saw the "fresh" things, he smiled happily and watched them, as if he had forgotten the "main thing".
"What about the three muddleheaded?" Duke Mu tried to bring him back to the main topic.
"Well, one third of the day, you will keep asking yourself... Why? Why? Why?"
When saying "why", the writer seemed very excited, and his body language was also a little flapping, and his voice was also very loud.
It is not difficult for Mu Gong to understand the pain of the writer when he was waiting.
"From this performance, he looks like a writer." At this moment, Duke Mu began to believe that he was a writer.
Because of such a long time of effort, his emotions are almost the same. The writer needs such "sensitivity" and "sentimentality".
"Then you can talk about 'three madness'," Mr. Mu asked.
The writer took another bite of food and then another drink of wine.
Mr. Mu looked at him and felt that these two things were going on at the same time. It was a bit amazing how he did it.
"The 'three madness' is that it is easy to get schizophrenic. At one time, I feel I am' waste firewood ', at another time, I feel I should have the level of' God ', at another time, I feel I am simply' God '...."
When he said this, the writer calmed down a lot, but Mr. Mu could feel a sense of "madness".
"Then you can talk about" Yiqing "again." Mu Gong was a little interested.
The writer finally took a look at Mr. Mu, then said with a bitter smile, "One day has passed, and you will be sober for a while."
"It sounds really sad, this is not like a normal life." Wooden thought in his heart.
"Aren't you miserable?" The writer guessed the thought of Mr. Mu when he looked down and said nothing:
"After I say this, you should think about it. Do you still have any plans to write“
Hearing the writer's question, Duke Mu felt that it was Xiaoming's plot.
"So miserable, how did you persist?" asked Duke Mu curiously without answering the writer's question.
"Insight." The writer answered firmly: "When you don't care about anything, you will know your true thoughts."
"How did you achieve 'epiphany'?" Mr. Mu still asked curiously.
The writer has drunk a lot of wine, and his body shakes. He used two hands to draw a bottle like object in the air, and then dropped it on the ground.
"That's it," said the writer.
"Broken jars?" Mr. Mu understood.
"Yes, when you don't ask for anything, you will know what you want most," the writer affirmed.
Seeing Mr. Mu still confused, the writer explained: "I applied many times and was rejected. I began to doubt myself, and finally thought of giving up..."
When the writer said this, he took a long breath, burped heavily, and said:
"Later, I came to the conclusion that I started writing out of my own preference, but I didn't have too much hope at the beginning. But later, I was' biased 'and had to stick to signing a contract. Even if I didn't get anything, I didn't lose anything, did I?"
After listening to this, Mr. Mu thought for a while, and then said, "You are not 'broken pot and broken fall', it is to find your original intention again."
When the writer heard this, he rolled his eyes and thought about it. Then he patted the table and said, "Yes, that's what I mean."
Mr. Mu also drank some wine and began to speak with emotion. He said something about the writer, but he also thought of some of his own experiences. I thought to myself, "It's not just about writing. Many things are like this. It's easy for people to forget their original intention."
"You said it would be great if the National Football League had your enlightenment."
Mr. Mu feels that he may not gain much from discussing "literature" with him, so he simply talks about other interesting topics.
"National Football League?"
Perhaps the topic changed too quickly. The writer stared at Mr. Mu, not knowing what he was trying to say.
"Ah Dou, who can't stand it, why mention it? Is it because of their original intention that they failed so much?"
The writer asked with a puzzled face.
"The relationship is big..."
Mr. Mu responded confidently that this was his "research achievement" for many years, and he was ready to take advantage of the strength of the wine to spit it out.
"I feel that no matter from the mechanism of selecting players or the players themselves, they have forgotten their original intention. It was originally a hobby, and then the ability to go up and the fool to go down, but because of the involvement of money interests, it completely changed..."
As a man, the writer could not understand football at all. He listened to Mr. Mu's "talk" while eating, and then he was thinking about something.
Mr. Mu continued: "This money is a good thing. For people who really love football, it is encouragement and motivation. They will play better and better, and will not feel tired as if they are dealing with work. But for those who are not good at it, money is pressure and burden. Besides, football is just work for them, which is like working with mountains behind their backs. How can they get good grades? Think about it. What kind of people live in China? "
As Mu Gong said, he glanced at the writer and hoped that he could answer him. However, the writer still seemed to be in a fog and didn't understand what Mu Gong wanted to say.
"Judging from their achievements, I think most of them are the latter..." The writer could not bear to look at Mr. Mu and said casually.
After saying that, the writer finally looked at Mr. Mu squarely and was puzzled when he saw his delicate appearance. He hesitated again, and finally asked, "Are you interested in 'this thing'? Doesn't it look like it?"
They suspect each other, and have contacts. Mr. Mu is not angry, and he does not seem to be a keen sports enthusiast.
"Well, if it wasn't for it, my life would not be so tortuous......" Wooden said with emotion.
"What happened? It has such great effect on you?" The writer seemed very interested.
"This, because it has been injured," Wooden pointed to his nose and said.
The writer carefully "observed" it, but found nothing unusual.
"Don't look at it. Only I can feel it. It's too 'Neixiu'," Mr. Mu said jokingly.
The writer cheered and stopped.
They went on talking about something else and drank a lot of wine until late at night.
Mr. Mu sent the writer to his door. The writer seemed to write an article. In order to highlight and deepen the theme, he told Mr. Mu, "My brother, you can write this thing if you want, but I still want to hit you. It's not as' fun 'as you think..."
He was very drunk and had some trouble talking. Mr. Mu helped him and pushed him to the door after a few words.
Turning around and leaving, Mr. Mu complains about his classmate Xiao Ming, who still doesn't understand why she is looking for this writer to teach him.
However, when Duke Mu really started his writing journey, he realized that the writer's words really had some truth.
