Protagonist interpretation rules

Chapter 3 Heavy Rain, Inspiration and Blood
Bai Yue was looking through his belongings at this time.

To be precise, I was looking through the original owner's relics. This crumpled notebook was locked on the bottom shelf of the counter, covered with dust and mottled blood.

Bai Yue took out the photo sandwiched in the title page.

In the center of the photo is a thin little boy. He is standing there awkwardly. The man on the left side of the photo has his hands in his pockets and looks away impatiently. The woman on the right side has her arms folded with a look in her eyes. Indifference and emptiness.

Bai Yue observed the young 'self' in the photo, and the chaotic memories suddenly flashed past. He seemed to be standing in the audience's perspective, watching the protagonist in the picture play out his own life.

Thunder roared in the memory, and a middle-aged man and woman quarreled in the sound of rain.

The irritable man yelled and rushed out of the door. The woman sat on the ground covering her face and sobbing. But when the timid little boy held the woman's arm, what he saw was a look of disgust and boredom.

The memory turned over a page, and the pale boy looked at a stranger standing at home. The debtor estimated the value of the house. He quoted a number. The man and the woman signed the paper together, and then they sat down. Vehicles traveling to exotic locations.

That was the last time the boy saw his parents.

After that, he was sent to his grandfather's small bookstore, and he gradually grew up under the care of the old man.

A long time passed in Bai Yue's sight, everything seemed so ordinary, but Bai Yue still took the trouble to look through the memory of the original owner, refusing to let go of any suspicious corner.

After all... the death of the original owner was too tragic...

He was cut into pieces by something.

Bai Yue fell into deep thought, because at the moment when he looked back on the past, he clearly saw that the boy's lower body had disappeared. He used his only remaining arm to drag the broken upper body forward to climb forward, even though the organs in his stomach were still there. The floor was covered with blood, and he just tried his best to let out the most miserable scream.

But when Bai Yue recalled the scene from time travel, the original owner's body was intact at that time.The floor was clean, but the bloody scene in my memory was like a nightmare.

The rain outside is getting heavier.

Even with the obstruction of the upper city, the ubiquitous heavy rain can still pour out from the gaps in the city, making continuous soft sounds on the ground.

"Something's wrong...there must be something hidden..."

Bai Yue was thoughtful. Although there was no gain in recalling memories this time, Bai Yue refused to give up. But at this moment, the light in the bookstore suddenly flickered a few times and then went out.

Bai Yue looked outside and found that the entire Xiacheng District had plunged into darkness in the rain. The boy had no reaction. He closed the curtains of the bookstore and took out half a candle and a match from under the counter.

Power outages are common in Xiacheng District. Even in an era of rapid technological expansion, the poor people in Xiacheng District still have the habit of using candles.

Soon, the flames jumped up lightly. Bai Yue leaned on the chair in a comfortable posture and slowly closed his eyes.

The changing neon lights and wind and rain outside the window are really distracting, but the familiar and soft candlelight source can calm people down.

The audience refused to let go of every detail of the story, and Bai Yue patiently explored every dark corner of the original owner's memory until...a soft voice boomed in the young man's mind.

"Bai Yue, you told me that you want to be a real writer, right?"

Sure enough, part of the original owner's memory was hidden.

The candlelight flickered, and Bai Yue opened his eyes. The feminine-looking man sitting behind the desk was teaching the ignorant boy, but his eyes were like the most greedy and vicious snake in the world.

"Yes, that's it, Teacher Gu." The boy lowered his head, a little panicked.

"Don't be nervous. Although I am just an art teacher, listening to students' dreams is also one of the teachers' duties."

The next moment, Teacher Gu laughed: "Can you tell the teacher why you want to be a writer?"

"Because, because I want to be a big celebrity and make lots and lots of money."

The boy nervously confessed his longing: "This way my parents will come back, and my grandpa will have money to treat his illness."

"Ah...I understand, I understand, what a beautiful dream...but it's a pity-" The man lifted the boy's chin, and he looked into the other person's eyes, as if he was examining a lamb to be slaughtered: "I have seen it You write words, so I know better than anyone that you will never be a real writer in this life.”

The boy's face turned pale and he was a little at a loss.

But Teacher Gu continued talking to himself: "After all... the world you created is like a floating board full of holes, the events you weave are boring to the point of being boring, the characters you build are like empty shells that have lost their souls, you The protagonist in the novel... is even more of a laughable puppet."

Amid the criticism, the boy's eyes became increasingly hollow and dim, and at this moment, Teacher Gu suddenly held his hand.

"Don't worry, don't worry, kid, you are my student, of course I can help you get out of the quagmire."

The corners of Teacher Gu's mouth raised upwards, and he stroked the boy's palm with pity: "Maybe... all you need is a little inspiration..."

"inspiration?"

"Yes! Inspiration!"

At this moment, the man's eyes seemed to be burning with fanatical fire: "Just one ounce is enough! Just one ounce is enough!"

Can inspiration be weighed?

Bai Yue's eyes narrowed as he silently examined his memory. Teacher Gu was like a seductive and depraved devil at this moment.

"With inspiration, you can fabricate your favorite world as you like, outline the context and branches of events, and let people in the whirlpool make choices, and then give them noble or despicable personalities."

"At that time -" Teacher Gu grabbed the boy's shoulders fiercely: "You will become a real artist! You will become the god who dominates the fantasy kingdom!"

It was windy and rainy, and the devil laughed wildly amidst the thunder and rain: "Bai Yue, you have to remember that only true inspiration is the first beacon for mankind to explore the deep country!"

The memory extends forward in the man's crazy laughter, and finally freezes in the heavy rain in the city.

But this time, the audience saw clearly what the protagonist looked like when he died.

The young man was in a daze. He leaned on the table and vomited blood. The densely packed words in the notebook in front of him praised the great kingdom of heaven. And the next moment, the flowing bright colors burst open the young man's chest!

'Inspiration' hatched in his body.

In Bai Yue's disbelieving gaze, the colors roamed unscrupulously in the small space, stretching their bodies to their heart's content, as if an invisible hand was painting an unknown painting in reality.

Bai Yue saw the young man falling weakly to the ground. He shed tears in pain and reached out to block the hole in his chest. However, the colors like living creatures swallowed up his arms in an instant and tore out his bones, while he howled in despair. , despair and blood outline a red carpet on the floor, flesh and bones build a picture frame in mid-air, and the wriggling colors finally combine to form a beautiful picture.

——An angel sitting in the center of the palace with wings on his back.

She showed a holy smile, with grief and pity in her eyes, and stretched out her pure white palm towards the young man in the frame who was shattered and completely voiceless, as if she wanted to embrace him to a carefree heaven.

The perfect painting is completed.

The thunder roared and the dazzling light lengthened the shadow of the bookshelf. Bai Yue suddenly woke up from his memories, but those flowing colors and horrifying pictures were still engraved in his mind.

In this world, something as ethereal as inspiration not only has weight, but also has deadly activity...

"A living person has become a drawing board carrying madness..."

The young man murmured in the night, the heavy rain outside the window became more and more intense, and the turbid water curtain seemed to bury the whole world.

Bai Yue, who was sitting in the shadow, raised his head. The young man's eyes reflected the soft candlelight, and in this dim light, the corners of Bai Yue's mouth turned up little by little.

Inexplicably, he laughed silently, his bright and frightening eyes full of curiosity and joy, and the wandering stranger actually showed the most surprised and happiest smile.

——"It's...what an interesting world..."

(End of this chapter)