I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 42 "Seven Days of Hell"!
When he was still young, Ji Zhuo once thought that the blind roads on the street were for the blind to step on with their feet to feel the bumps on the blind roads.

Later, when I grew up, I realized that blind people use blind sticks, not that their perception is much stronger than normal people.

At this moment, Ji Zhuo turned his gaze away from the visually impaired Xu Zihao, and then looked at the other children on the table,

People with language and hearing impairments are gesticulating while eating.

A child with only a language barrier is helping and feeding a hemiplegic child next to him.

"No, no, no, no..."

In the past few days, Ji Zhuo has become familiar with these children,
These children were a little afraid of him at first, but gradually became familiar with him.

These children are the same as ordinary children, they can play, cry and laugh, but it is much more difficult to do some things than normal people.

The seven or eight-year-old girl who was sitting on the other side of Ji Zhuo was eating the rice in the bowl with her head down.

Seemingly realizing that Ji Zhuo hadn't moved his chopsticks for a long time, he raised his head again and made some vague voices at Ji Zhuo, gesticulating with his hands.

"Understood, I will eat too."

Ji Zhuo smiled and answered, then picked up the chopsticks and the bowl to eat.

The girl is not bad, just a language barrier, hearing is still there.

Hearing what Ji Zhuo said, he nodded in satisfaction, then lowered his head and continued to eat the food in his small bowl.

"Xiao Ji, are you going to leave in the afternoon after you finish your meal?"

"You have worked hard these days."

Aunt Ai next to her looked at the children at the table, then turned her head and said something to Ji Zhuo.

Ji Zhuo paused his chopsticks and nodded,

Xu Zihao, who was blind beside him, and the children who could hear Aunt Ai's words couldn't help but pause.

They raised their heads and looked at Ji Zhuo, then each of them pursed their lips, their eyes were a little disappointed, but no one said anything.

"...You are leading this group of fur children, and you are helping to do this and that. By the way, where do you work, Xiao Ji? I will send you a pennant some other day."

"No need. I'm just a writer of novels. Besides, I'll only come to help for a few days. It's not like Sister Ai, you have been taking care of me here, and you have to work hard."

"That's different, we're all paid by the state, and that's what we're supposed to do."

Hearing what Aunt Ai said, Ji Zhuo didn't say much, just smiled at Aunt Ai.

This orphanage is not big, and several of the staff members are older uncles and elder sisters.

Few of them came here for the wages of the orphanage. The work is tiring, the money is little, and there are many worries.

Most of the little money earned was used to subsidize these children.

"...Xiao Ji, you are a writer of novels. Tell me what kind of novels you write, and I will read them tomorrow."

"it is good."

Ji Zhuo just smiled and responded.

……

"...Brother Ji, will you come over in the future?"

By the afternoon,

Helped to bring some children from the orphanage for a while, and played around in the yard for a while,

It was time for Ji Zhuo to leave,
Sister Ai followed several welfare home employees to send Ji Zhuo to the entrance of the welfare home.

Sister Ai was still following Xu Zihao.

"I've been living not far from the orphanage in recent months, and I'll definitely come here when I'm free."

"Really?"

This made Xu Zihao, who was holding a blind stick, a little happy.

"of course."

Ji Zhuo smiled and responded.

"Xiao Ji, I've worked hard for you these few days, come and sit down when you have time."

"Row."

"Then Xiaoji, take your time. There are still these leather children to take, so we won't give away more."

Ji Zhuo nodded to Sister Ai and several other elder sisters and uncles in the orphanage,

Turning his head again, he glanced at the orphanage.

This orphanage is not very big.
Entering through the door by the side of the alley, there is an open yard with some old play facilities for children.
On both sides of the yard are the children's accommodation, two three-story low buildings, the white painted walls are already mottled.
There are faded slogans on the top, and the outer wall still bears the black stains of years of wind and rain,
In the past few days, Ji Zhuo also helped to remove the weeds and moss that came out of the cracked concrete floor before going downstairs,

We also helped to re-waterproof the slightly leaky roof.

Although it is said that the state allocates funds to welfare homes every year.

But in fact, money is always not enough.

The biggest expense is not on the food and clothing of these children,

Instead, treat these children.

These abandoned children often have some congenital diseases when they are sent to the orphanage.

For example, congenital heart defects, congenital cerebral palsy, and various disabilities.

Here, the human dignity of human society is maintained.

Looking at the orphanage again,

Ji Zhuo turned around,
After leaving the orphanage where I stayed for a few days,
Follow the road to the residence and walk back again,
On the way, by the way, I took out my phone from my pocket,

A sum of money was transferred to the account of the orphanage.

Not too many transfers, after all Ji Zhuo is also a money lover.

Switch back to the Penguin chat interface,
Looking at the last few question marks sent by the editor when I disappeared with the editor in the morning,

"Clumsy and uncommon: Boss, it should be the day after tomorrow. My new book will be released the day after tomorrow."

"edit:……

EDIT: OK, let me see when the time comes. "

Send another message to the editor,
Ji Zhuo put away his phone,
He quickened his pace and walked back to his residence.

I stayed in the orphanage for a few days and learned a lot about it.

He also had some more thoughts on the new book,

There is a lot of inspiration.

……

"Crackling..."

Outside the study window, the sky had already darkened again.
The bustling lights in the distance took over from the evening sun and continued to illuminate the city.

There is also a light on in the study,
Ji Zhuo sat in front of the computer, didn't even eat dinner, and started writing a new book.

"Crackling..."

First, open the codeword software, and press the Enter key for a while.

Ji Zhuo directly deleted the title and introduction of the book he had written before.

and staring at a blank screen,
paused,
put your hands on the keyboard,
First of all,

is the title of the book.

"Seven Days of Hell"

Ji Zhuo gave up the original title of the book,

The title of this book does not seem to have any connection with the previous title.

then,

is an introduction,
"Introduction: This is an ordinary night after dusk, but when the alarm clock rang the next morning, people who opened their eyes did not see the light they should have.

And this... is just the beginning. "

Ji Zhuo deleted a large section of nonsense in the original introduction,
Just keep the first sentence and add another sentence.

Such an introduction seems to have nothing to do with the original novel, it seems to be a pure novel with some science fiction elements,

But Ji Zhuo himself must know that there is still a connection, but it is buried deeper.

Without direct directivity, the didactic meaning is also much weaker.

Looking at this short one-sentence introduction,
Ji Zhuo paused,
Then start a new chapter and start writing the main text of the book directly,

"Fight!"

"...the lights of the city outside the house are still reflected in the dark house even through the curtains,

In the downstairs neighbor's house, the children seemed to be clamoring for snacks late at night.

Xu Hua was lying on the bed, the phone in his hand was still emitting light.

"Ok?"

His eyelids were clenched, and Xu Hua's hand holding the phone couldn't help but fall, which made him wake up suddenly.

He was a little sleepy.

Putting the phone aside, Xu Hua pulled the quilt over, turned over and closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it took,
The lights reflected in the room from the window were much dimmed, and the children downstairs were no longer making noise.

It's a night.

"Buzz...buzz..."

"Oh!"

Waiting for Xu Hua to wake up again, he heard the ear-piercing sound of an alarm bell,
There seemed to be something violently colliding outside the house, and there was an unusually noisy noise from the whole building. "

(End of this chapter)