From Jiu Shu's world

Chapter 467 Appointment Letter
Henry Zhang’s unexpected interruption did not make Fukawa feel the same, she smiled, and then continued to talk about her own affairs.

The story of Fuchuan is actually very common. After graduating from the Chinese Department, she neither chose to take the postgraduate entrance examination, nor chose to return to her hometown to be a teacher, but chose to stay in the big city of Binhai for her worthless dream.

She wanted to be a writer and write about her own fantasy world, so she chose an editor for a small newspaper and wrote novels while working.

Those who write novels mostly end up at a dead end. Everything is unknown when their fantasies are written down.

Fu Chuan loves to write novels, and novels are a light that she perseveres in this big city, making her never give up no matter how hard or tired she is.

Only this time, because of a misunderstanding, she suddenly found that she had no relatives in this city, and she couldn't hold on any longer.

After Fu Chuan finished telling his story, the wine in the glass was almost gone.

After pouring out her thoughts, although her mood was still low, she felt much more relaxed.

She smiled embarrassedly at Henry Zhang, and said, "It's very common, right, in fact, I should have given up a long time ago."

"I invite you this cup."

Henry Zhang poured her another glass of wine, pushed it in front of her, and said, "Actually, if you continue to write, I think you will become a great writer."

"Thank you"

Fu Chuan took the wine glass and replied: "I haven't written it for so long. I said it was a dream, but I gave up halfway. How could I become a writer?"

Henry Zhang shook his head and said: "Sincerely love a certain thing, and try my best to do it, generally it will not be too bad to take over, your writing is very sincere, so the novel must not be bad."

At this moment, Fu Chuan laughed, with suspicion in her eyes, she asked, "Have you read my novel?"

Henry Zhang shook his head and said, “I haven’t seen it.”

Fuchuan laughed at himself, and then said: "Don't comfort me, it's actually good to leave, at least you don't have to live so hard, right?"

"I haven't read it, but it doesn't mean I don't know your true feelings for your novels and writing."

Henry Zhang looked at Fuchuan and asked, "Have you heard of Ziling?"

Fukawa shook his head, looked at Henry Zhang, and half-jokingly said: "Is the elf of the word?"

She naturally didn’t believe in these things, she just thought that Henry Zhang was kind, and wanted to say something to persuade her not to give up her dream.

Henry Zhang saw what she meant, and said: "It is indeed a creature born in the text."

Henry Zhang paused, and then said in Fuchuan's disbelieving eyes: "In ancient times, there was a monk who copied scriptures in his room. Suddenly, one day, while chanting scriptures, he saw a woman standing outside the door with her face covered, and she didn't speak. I stared at him fixedly. The monk remained unmoved, and continued to chant scriptures and excerpts, and for several days, the woman would definitely appear when she chanted scriptures every day."

"On this day, the monk finally couldn't resist standing by the door, and asked aloud, "Ma'am, what's the matter?" The woman didn't answer, and put down the sleeve that covered her face. mouth,"

Henry Zhang said this and asked: “Guess what happened behind?”

Fu Chuan was fascinated by what he heard, and asked doubtfully, "Is this woman a word spirit?"

Henry Zhang nodded and said: "The woman disappeared. The monk told his master about it the next day. The master didn't answer. He took the monk into the room and rummaged through the scriptures copied by the monk. Suddenly he saw a The word 'like' lacks a word, and the woman has no words, and the woman is transformed by words, reminding the monk that he made a typo."

Fu Chuan still didn't take this matter seriously, she said: "It's a very good story."

Henry Zhangdao: "You don't believe it?"

Fu Chuan said: "You mean there is such a word spirit beside me, why didn't I see him?"

Perhaps because he talked a lot with Henry Zhang, Fuchuan didn’t feel that he was teasing her when he heard Henry Zhang’s words, but was persuading her.

Henry Zhangdao: “Actually, you have already seen it.”

If Henry Zhang’s words pointed to something, Fuchuan’s face changed slightly, and she said: “That boy?!”

Henry Zhang nodded, and said: "Yes, Ziling was born because of emotional infusion, and because you put your attention on him, ignored the novel, and gradually disappeared, so you can't see him."

Fu Chuan put down the wine glass, her face was a bit unhappy, she said: "I don't believe it."

It is true that although Zhang Xuan is a boss with a good-looking face, he is still a stranger after all. Telling you in front of you that you are accompanied by an invisible word spirit is like a lie.

Henry Zhang was not annoyed, he said: "You have heard about this store from your friends, then you should have heard of the Wuxi Wuxin bar."

"That glass of wine that isn't for sale?"

Wuxi Wuxin This glass of wine has been ordered by many people who have heard of it, and some people want to order it, but because they didn’t get involved in irrelevant things, most people can’t order it. Over time, it is said that it is not sold in pubs. .

Henry Zhangdao: "It's not that they don't sell, but those who want to buy don't encounter those things, they don't need it."

Fuchuan's face changed slightly, he pressed his hands on his bag, placed it on his thigh, and asked, "What are the things?"

Henry Zhang nodded: "Of course."

He paused and said, "Actually, I didn't know you had a word spirit at first. It seems that he is not by your side now. The reason for talking to you is because of other things on your body."

Although Fuchuan didn’t believe it on his face, but after hearing so much from Henry Zhang, remembering that a lot of houses in this row were burned, except for the tavern, there was nothing wrong with it, and he quietly believed it in his heart.

Hearing what Henry Zhang said at this time, it was his face that was slightly pale, and he asked in a trembling voice: "What can I have on me?"

Seeing her like this, Henry Zhang smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, some little things, it's still a while before the Ghost Festival, and some things want to make a fuss in advance. When you came just now, you picked it up something?"

"No, nothing when I came"

In the middle of speaking, Fu Chuan suddenly realized that she hadn't picked up anything, she said: "I just picked up a piece of red paper that was littered by people, and I'm going to put it in the trash can. There can't be a problem with this... right."

As Fuchuan said, she reached out to look into her small bag, and she found a crumpled red ball of paper, which she held in her hand.

"Open it and see, is this still waste paper?"

Henry Zhang’s words floated into her ears, she quickly opened the ball of paper, looked down, and almost threw the red paper out in fright.

On the red paper, there were actually two big splashed ink characters written by the writer:

"letter of appointment"

Although these two characters are written correctly, but when the strokes are connected, it looks like distorted limbs when you look closely, which is weird and scary.

What surprised Fuchuan even more was that the red paper, which was supposed to be a ball of waste paper, was actually wrapped with a few black fingernails, which were slender and sharp, very complete, as if they had been pried from their hands. The ones that come down are so-so, but they are terrible.

She asked tremblingly, "What is this?"

(End of this chapter)