48 Hours a Day

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Zhang Heng points to the half-typed manuscript on the old typewriter.

“Is this your new book?”

“No, this is not my novel. In fact, it belongs to a friend of mine. I helped him make some revisions and revisions, and in return he will pay me some compensation.” Speaking of Lovecraft He seemed a little ashamed, and hurriedly added, “I usually don’t charge money for these jobs. Most recently, the situation at home is really difficult. By the way, you said you’ve read my novel. Is it in the newspaper?”

“Actually, they are almost everywhere.” Zhang Heng said.

Lovecraft is a little at a loss hearing this.

But before he could ask questions, Zhang Heng moved a chair from the side and placed it in front of him, “Let’s talk about the novels you wrote.”

“Ah, okay,” When he said that Lovecraft changed his previous stupidity in his novel, he immediately became enthusiastic. “Those I’m writing… things originated from my grandfather. The horror stories you told me. They opened a door for me. Before that, I have never seen other words that can mobilize human emotions so strongly. What’s more interesting is that in most horror stories, monster The atmosphere before the show was the most tense one, so I was thinking from a very young age, what are we afraid of?”

“The oldest and strongest human emotion is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is the fear of the unknown.” Zhang Heng said.

“This is exactly what I want to say!” Lovecraft said excitedly, “Imagination, imagination is the key to all of this. In my novels, I have always been committed to creating that can maximize imagination. The atmosphere of force, rather than the positive description of things that bring fear. Because no matter how terrifying the things you describe in words, they will not be terrifying than what readers think, apart from this. Another trick is to make your article It looks as real as possible, and the reader must combine the novel with his own life.”

“Sounds effective.” Zhang Heng said.

“I also think this should work, but I don’t know why. My editor told me that I don’t have too many readers for my article.” Lovecraft embarrassed. “Actually, I don’t even rely on the contribution fee alone. We have moved several times to pay and aunt’s living expenses. Before that, I didn’t like typing with a typewriter because the noise it made made it difficult to concentrate one’s mind, and I was used to writing on paper when I was writing. Draw some drafts at will. If I use a printer, I can’t do this kind of thing.”

Lovecraft said here sighed, “But now, in order to pass some more manuscripts, I also start to try to type with a typewriter. After all, we have moved several times. If we move again, I’m afraid we can only I went to a slum.”

“This will be a good start.” Zhang Heng said.

“I hope so.”

Here, Lovecraft said that there was a smile on his pale face, and then he came to open the drawer of his desk and took out a bottle from it. Only half of the red wine is left.

“I didn’t expect guests to come from my house, and I didn’t have much preparation. This was my grandfather’s red wine. At that time, my family was still prosperous and I lived in a big mansion. All around were servants. , But now, all I have is this bottle of wine.” Lovecraft laughed at himself.

“Why are there only you and your aunt, and your parents?” Zhang Heng asked.

“My father… had some mental illness. He had a mental breakdown in a hotel in Chicago, and then died in a mental hospital. My mother, she lived a little longer, but later became sick. Passed away. And not long after that, I met my wife in Boston. We lived together for a few years. Unfortunately, her hat point closed down and we got divorced. Then I returned to Providency with Aunt Anne. Si.”

Here, Lovecraft said that there was another knock on the door outside, and then a strange expression appeared on his face, and he said to himself, “Aunt Anne asked me to eat again. Strange, she called me just fifteen minutes ago.”

“Are you going to open the door first?” Zhang Heng asked, taking a wine glass from Lovecraft’s hand.

“No, Aunt Anne will open the door.” Lovecraft said, “I just need to focus on my creation.”

And not long after his voice fell, there really was a sound of opening the door outside.

Then a dining cart was pushed in. The waiter who delivered the meal seemed to have been used to the strange situation in the room. He didn’t say a word during the whole process. After the meal was delivered, he pushed the dining cart and left the room. He closed the door again.

“Come and have some food together.” Lovecraft greeted warmly, “As long as you don’t dislike my family’s food.”

As a result, Zhang Heng hearing this did not get up at all.

He looked at the man in front of him and asked, “How long have you been suffering from mental illness? Is it inherited from your father?”

Lovecraft was stunned, and after a moment he showed a bitter smile, “How do you know, my father… I did have a low spirit after I died, no, to be precise. For a while, my spirit would break down from time to time. I failed to complete my high school and therefore failed to enter the university I wanted to go to. But now I feel much better. I have been taking the medicine that Dr. Green opened for me.”

Lovecraft pointed to a small medicine bottle on the table.

Zhang Heng opened his eyes, but the inside was already empty at some point.

This is not surprising. Because of Lovecraft’s face and living environment, he has no money left in his family at this moment, and he is running out of food. Of course, the medicine prescribed by the doctor before is not reasonable and he can continue to eat. Affordable.

In the last stage of his life, this horror novelist has reached the point of desperation and desperation. At the same time, he has been suffering from mental problems. He may even be unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, just like He describes those believers who were influenced by Cthulhu and gradually lost reason.

Zhang Heng suddenly understood how the monster in the city under the ice was born. He looked at the thin, sickly horror novelist in front of him, opened the mouth and said, “I don’t need to eat, I’m today There is something else to do.”

Lovecraft’s hearing this expression has also dimmed. Although he has been shutting himself in the room and not going out, he can see that his deep in one’s heart actually desires friends, especially those who recognize him. Although he and Zhang Heng didn’t know each other for a long time, but when Zhang Heng said he appreciated his talent, he really planned to regard this stranger coming together by chance as his friend, so when Zhang Heng refused He felt extremely disappointed only after his invitation to dine together.

However, before he could say anything, I listened to Zhang Heng continuing, “You said that you are helping other authors to change the text. By chance, I also have some writing problems. If it is not troublesome, then I can Continue to visit you?”

“Of course.” Lovecraft said with great happiness.