I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 148 What is this book about?
"... da da... ta da..."

"……what are you doing?"

It was in the afternoon, and the sun shined into the house through the balcony window,

The old man was sitting on a chair, basking in the sun, facing the direction of the sunlight coming from the window.

The nurse next to him held his mobile phone and looked up from time to time to see if the old man was okay.
From time to time, he lowered his head and quickly poked on the phone, with righteous indignation and a little excitement to join in the fun on his face.

The old man basked in the sun and didn't move for a long time, and he didn't hear the movement of the nurse next to him.
Turning his head, he probably asked in the direction of the room.

"Respond to the message."

The nurse put down the phone, walked closer to the old man, and answered.

"Uncle Yu, didn't you ask me to help you find other suitable books?"

"Hmm...the author of "The Bird in the Cage" hasn't moved since then, and I'm afraid it will take another ten days and a half months before there is a new book."

The old man nodded and responded,

"What? Found it?"

"No, when I was looking for books in Feimo Fiction, I saw someone mentioning it under a book...the author said that this book was better than that author, and it was originally written in the style of that author. I was so annoyed that I wanted to step on that author's foot again, so I quarreled with the readers of the other author and the readers of this book."

Speaking of which, the nurse was a little outraged.
"Uncle Yu, do the readers of this book go too far?"

Hearing what the nurse said, Uncle Yu couldn't help laughing.

"Whether it is better than that author, you can only know after reading the book. There must be better writing than that author, but the author's style is particularly in line with my taste."

"...Of course, it is definitely inappropriate for them to say that about that author. The other author did not criticize this book, but the readers of this book did criticize others."

The old man paused, and then said this again.

"Look, Uncle Yu, you think so too. I'm really angry after reading these people's comments!"

Seeing that the old man supported his opinion, the nurse couldn't help but said.

The old man smiled again, paused and asked,

"What is this book about?"

"Mythology, classical mythology, it's just that this type is a bit special, so if a reader of that author mentions something like that author, some readers of this book will not be happy."

"Hmm... the writing should be pretty good, otherwise there wouldn't be so many readers protecting him, but it's definitely not far behind that author."

"Whether there is a gap, who is good and who is bad, you have to read the book to know..."

The old man said it again with a smile, then paused again,

"Open that book and let me listen to it."

"Well... okay, Uncle Yu. Listen, I don't believe I can write better than that author."

"Don't say that, the author is not in a hurry. It's hard to notice such a small thing, but you, the reader, are in a hurry."

"Uncle Yu, am I not being fair?"

The old man smiled again.

After touching it, I took the bluetooth headset handed over by the nurse,

worn on the ear.

The nurse helped the old man to turn on the reading function of Feimo Novel APP,
The voice of reading novels rang in the old man's ears,

The world described in this novel is also unfolding before the dark eyes of the old man.

come to mind.

From the time when the protagonist Zhang Cheng fell asleep leaning on the statue of the Lord of the Land in the dilapidated and old temple, accompanied by the storm outside,

Then wake up briefly in the middle gap,

Then to be awakened from drowsiness by the land master,

It turned out that Zhang Cheng's soul was separated from his body and was led by the land master to embark on Huangquan Road to visit the Netherworld.

The land master said that Zhang Cheng is a noble man, but he doesn't know where he is for the time being.

Then go down to the first stop in the underworld, Jinji Mountain, Egouling,
Those with dark hearts are afraid to move forward, while those who are open and frank stride forward.

Then there is Wangxiang Terrace.

It's hard to turn back here, looking back at the hometown and old people is already separated by yin and yang.

The reading of the novel is unpleasant,

The old man listened carefully, becoming more and more quiet and silent, gradually immersed in the world of the book following the author's brushstrokes,

It seems to follow Zhang Cheng in the book in the night tour of the underworld.

At this age, the old man is very close to death.
To put it in an unlucky word, half of one foot is already buried in the ground.

The description of this nether world is more touching,

Sometimes there is sorrow in the heart, and sometimes there is glory in the heart.

When I was born, sometimes I don't know whether I have been completely frank and honest in my life, and I have never done anything wrong.

A little silent, the old man continued to listen to the story.

The nurse next to him stood quietly, watching the old man's reaction to the story,
Seeing Uncle Yu's reaction, it seems that this novel is really good?

Otherwise, I wouldn't have listened to it for so long.

The old man listened again,
The plot described in the book has been beyond the dead city,

The old man fumbled again, and tapped on the screen of the mobile phone he was holding,
The sound of the novel reading aloud in the ear naturally stopped.

"Uncle Yu, how is this book? Could it be better than that author's book?"

Seeing that the old man had stopped listening to the novel, the nurse asked a question.

The old man was holding the phone, and the earphones hadn't been taken off yet, but he became even more silent when he heard the nurse's words.

He is biased towards that author,

After all, he is also a loyal reader of the author,

But this book is also good,

He couldn't lie about how he felt when he listened to this book.

"... Each has its own merits."

The old man paused and paused, wriggling his lower lip, and finally gave such an answer.

"what?"

"Uncle Yu is really so good?"

"It may not be better than that author's book, but I also like this book."

"Compared to "Seven Days of Hell"?"

"I like "Seven Days of Hell" better."

"How does it compare to other books?"

"Each has its own merits."

The nurse understands.

The old man responded, then paused again,

"...Before, when I was reading this book, I suddenly remembered something from a long, long time ago."

"Ok?"

"It's been so long that I thought I'd forgotten it. After all, it seemed like a very small thing, but now I suddenly remembered it."

"When I was young, the house was poor. There were several brothers in the family, and they relied on my parents to support them. They often couldn't get enough to eat, and they didn't see the smell of oil a few times a year."

"One day, probably around the time of Chinese New Year, my mother took a small piece of bacon off the beam, cut it into two pieces, and boiled it in a pot."

"I was very hungry at that time... Do you know the kind of people who starve to death, when they die, their faces are round and swollen..."

"I was very hungry at that time, so I took advantage of my mother's fire in the back of the kitchen... There was a wall across the stove, so I just reached out and lifted the pot and fished it out of the pot. A piece of meat came out, cut a piece with a knife, stuffed it into his mouth and ate it whole, and threw the big piece of meat back.”

"My mother didn't find out... At that time, it was all about eating meat. The brothers and sisters each got a slice, my father had two slices, and my mother also had one slice...and gave me another slice during meals."

The old man said something that seemed trivial, but fell silent again.
It was a very small thing a long time ago, but it was still clearly in the heart of the old man.

It's so strange, but the faces of parents can't remember clearly, blurred, but this little thing is not blurred.

"...Uncle Yu, what is this book about?"

"I see retribution."

The nurse looked at the old man's silence, and asked carefully,
The old man was silent for a while, and replied like this.

A book, different people always see it differently.

Hearing what the old man said, the nurse paused, then said carefully,

"Uncle Yu... Maybe your mother found out at the time?"

"You secretly cut a small piece of bacon, and cut it on the side where it was originally cut, so the two sides of the cut will not match. If you cut it on the side that was not cut, there will be more knife marks."

"Uncle Yu, you also said that there was less meat at that time, and your mother should have discovered it at that time."

Hearing what the nurse said, the old man suddenly turned his head,

Facing the direction of the sound, then froze,
I haven't moved for a long time,

It's just been a long time,

He turned his head again, facing the direction of the sunlight coming in from the window.

"Go and help boil a pot of hot water. I will sit here and listen to this novel."

"Okay, Uncle Yu."

The nurse didn't say much and walked away.

Leave the old man alone by the balcony,
The old man sat on a chair, facing the outside of the balcony,

Reach out and tap the phone screen,
The phone continued to read the novel aloud.

The old man listened down, but his body trembled a little while his back was facing the direction of the house.

Some turbid tears rolled down from the eyes.

this time,

Not because of the novel,
It's just an old man thinking of his former parents.

……

"Uncle Yu...the water is ready."

Went to boil hot water, the nurse stood by the living room outside the balcony, and waited for a long time,

Then he spoke to the old man again.

"Ah? Alright..."

The old man still turned his back to the nurse, and his voice was hoarse.

"...Call Yu Mingzhi for me, and tell me that I'm going back to the countryside tomorrow to meet my parents."

"Okay, Uncle Yu, I'll call Mr. Yu right now."

"Um……"

……

that night.

The old man had a dream, in which his mother's face became very clear again.

In the dream, he was in the mud house of his hometown again,
His mother was standing by the table in the main room, wearing that old dress,

With a gentle smile on his face, he smiled at the old man, but kept silent,

The old man stood in front of his mother, but he couldn't get any closer.
As he was walking, the old man fell to the ground,
His mother came over and helped him up with a smile, but she still didn't speak.

I just handed over a ceramic bowl, and there were a few slices of bacon in the ceramic bowl,

Pass it to him and let him eat.

dreaming,
The old man cried again.

"Mother... our family can afford bacon... There are a lot of bacon to eat."

"Mother... there are a lot of bacon to eat..."

"mother……"

……

"Crackling..."

Last night Ji Zhuo didn't sleep until midnight as usual,
Woke up at noon today as usual.

Right now, the wind and the sun are shining outside the house, but it is too hot.

Ji Zhuo was sitting in the study, typing with the air conditioner on, but he wasn't too irritable.

Seeing that the sun is going to set outside the house,

Ji Zhuo's update today has almost been written,
Finished the last paragraph,
Ji Zhuo stopped his hands, and the room became quiet again.
The subtle sound of the air conditioner, which was suppressed by the sound of keyboard knocking, sounded again.
The rustling of branches and leaves colliding in the community outside the house can also reach my ears.

Looking at the coded chapters,
Ji Zhuo nodded in satisfaction,
Then look at some chapters written in the past few days from the beginning, and check if there are any typos by the way,
The plot follows the previous "Zhang Cheng Slaying the Plague Dragon",
Continue to develop.

Zhang Cheng listened to the land master again and said that what was lying in front of his Huangquan Road was that the plague gathered into a dragon,
Once it takes off, it will start from the villages not far from his surroundings, and a plague will be set off in the world, and it will inevitably be a tragedy on earth.

Zhang Cheng is still determined to get rid of the plague dragon.

The land master also told him that he is a nobleman and the plague dragon is afraid of him,

When he stepped forward, sure enough, the plague dragon, tens of meters long, was afraid of him. As he moved forward, the plague dragon curled up its body and head.

But just before Zhang Cheng wanted to make a move,
The land master also told him,
"Xiangsheng, you should think about it first, you have noble aura, even if this plague dragon rises up, it won't harm you."

"But if you subdue and kill this evil dragon, even if you have a noble spirit, you will still be harmed by the plague dragon's plague in front of the plague dragon. You are fine in this underworld, but you may be seriously ill when you return to the underworld. field, I suffered a lot.”

Zhang Cheng just paused and asked,
"Will it die?"

"Noble and auspicious people have their own celestial features, so naturally they won't, but you will have to bear the pain in this process. This plague dragon has heat poison on it, and you will have fever all over it. This plague dragon has cold poison on it. When you have an attack, you will feel chills all over your body and your lips will be dry and white. At that time, you will not be able to get out of bed, and you will feel uncomfortable in every way.”

"If you can't die, you will."

Zhang Cheng finally chose to subdue the plague dragon.

It took about half a chapter, and Ji Zhuo carefully described the process of Zhang Cheng subduing Plague Dragon.

Since he wanted to hit the Plague Dragon in the eyes, Zhang Cheng naturally climbed onto the Plague Dragon's head,

Plague Dragon naturally didn't want to wait for death, although he didn't dare to swallow Zhang Cheng, a noble man,
But when Zhang Cheng crawled to his death, he vomited plague on Zhang Cheng,
Immediately, Zhang Cheng felt that he was suffering from all kinds of diseases.

Feeling dizzy, losing strength in hands and feet, hot all over the body for a while, irritable and ferocious, and cold for a while, shivering all over,
Zhang Cheng, who had just climbed onto the body of the plague dragon, almost fell down, so he could only lie on the dragon's body tightly,
I just waited until I could bear some pain on my body, and then climbed up the dragon's head along the body of the plague dragon.
The plague dragon coiled around its body again, twisting and rolling on the ground, trying to shake Zhang Cheng off.

Zhang Cheng, who was already affected by the plague, felt dizzy, so he could only hold on to the reverse scale on the plague dragon,

No matter how much Plague struggled, he would never let go, until Plague seemed temporarily exhausted from struggling,
Then continue to climb up the plague dragon head,
It's just that the plague gradually invaded Zhang Cheng's body,
Zhang Cheng only felt pain in his internal organs, his stomach seemed to be twisted, and his heart and lungs seemed to be cut by a knife.
I couldn't breathe, coughed non-stop, and felt weak all over, even if the plague dragon didn't move,

I can't stand on my knees,

But here, Zhang Cheng endured it,

climbed on the head of the plague dragon,

At this time, Zhang Cheng had lost too much strength.
I just clenched my fists and exhausted all my strength,
It's just a light punch,
It's just that this light punch hit Wenlong's eyes, but it blinded one of Wenlong's eyes in one fell swoop.
Plague Dragon ate the pain, jumped up from Huangquan Road, and flew in mid-air,

And Zhang Cheng was even more dizzy,
He was also more seriously affected by the plague, he only felt cold for a long time, and fever for a long time,
The mind is as heavy as paste, the hands and feet are as heavy as grout,
Every inch of skin and flesh on my body hurts, and every abdominal distension feels like boiling water scalding.

Zhang Cheng just grasped it with his hands, biting the beard of Plague Dragon with his teeth,
Finally, he punched Plague Dragon again,
Plague Dragon let out a mournful cry, lost his eyes, and then flew wildly in the air for a while,
Hit the ground hard,
Zhang Cheng also lost all his strength and slipped on Huangquan Road,

At this time, the land master hurried over to help Zhang Cheng up,

The plague tainted on Zhang Cheng's body had no master, and it gradually ceased to cause trouble.
All kinds of pain in my body gradually stopped.

"The nobleman is indeed a nobleman, to save the world from a plague dragon."

"However, when you return to the yang world, you have to be careful. Just now the nobleman felt all kinds of pain, and you have to endure it after you return to the yang world."

"It's just longer than here. It may take several months."

The land master said to Zhang Cheng,

Zhang Cheng gradually recovered, and the plague dragon on the ground also dissipated.
The land master took Zhang Cheng to the next stop, Fengdu City,

Just go faster,

Just because the land master said,
"Young students, in the Fengdu city ahead, there is a dead soul who wants to sue you in the palace of judges, and I would like to trouble you to confront him once, as a formality."

(End of this chapter)