Detective Training Manual

The man was taken aback, as if he didn't expect that someone would say hello to him.

He turned his head and looked at Zhou Yan... noticed that Zhou Yan's eyes were staring at the white coat in his shoulder bag.

The person was embarrassed and stuffed it into his bag: "Hehe, I missed the time for the white clothes in the hospital, so I had to take it home and wash it."

"Understandable..." Zhou Yan said casually, "The doctors are very busy."

The man took a big gulp of beer: "It's just a matter of frustration, hustle and bustle days..."

This person seemed to be very humble, but Zhou Yan could feel that he was telling the truth.

For some reason, Zhou Yan seems to be very interested in this chubby bar regular.

...I can't say that I am interested, because the bartender is really not talkative, and in this whole bar, only the fat doctor next to him is left.

"Excuse me, how do you call it?" Zhou Yan opened the conversation.

"Just call me Xiaoyu," the doctor replied.

Xiao Yu...a name that sounds very childish.

"Oh, my name is Zhou Yan."

"Listen to the accent, it's not a local person." Maybe it was because I thought it was boring to drink alone, Dr. Xiao Yu also started talking.

"Ok."

"Come to discuss business?"

"No, just come to find someone." Zhou Yan responded.

"Oh, no wonder, except for the locals, there are very few foreigners here in this place." Dr. Xiao Yu exclaimed, "I don't know, brother, who do you want? I have lived in this town for 30 years. Maybe I can help..."

"A person named Fat Melon..." Zhou Yan said.

"Fat melon?! This name... so strange."

"Well, it's not a real person's name, but a writer's pen name." Zhou Yan said: "Have you heard of it?"

Dr. Xiao Yu shook his head: "No, I... don't have much time to read..."

Zhou Yan seemed to hear a little sadness from his answer.

"Actually...Speaking of writers, I had the idea of ​​wanting to be a writer before." Dr. Xiao Yu said again.

"Oh?" Zhou Yan was taken aback: "Isn't the doctor very good? Why should I become a writer?"

"Yes, but I was young then..." Xiao Yu said, "I just like to write. I don't know if you have this feeling. You just want to write, regardless of whether you write well or not. My hands are itchy, there are countless thoughts in my head, and I want to write them, just like an addiction."

"Um..." Zhou Yan pulled a long tone: "I forgot...maybe I did."

"Yeah, if it weren't for you to mention it today, I would have forgotten it too." Dr. Xiao Yu said, probably after drinking some alcohol and talking about the reasons for the past. This fat doctor gradually became more talkative.

"I am a person, in fact, I might be destined to be a doctor when I was born." He said, "The family has been doing this for several generations. Our town is small and there are only one or two hospitals, and we all know each other.

When I was young, there was no one to take care of me. When my mother was on duty, she took me to the hospital. When I was in junior high and high school, I was temporarily out of the hospital environment. When I arrived at the university, I listened to my family and applied to the medical university.

At that time...I didn't even think about it. I would work in other industries in the future. After all, I haven't been exposed to other things since I was born.

Until..... Once, I was bored in the bedroom and started to write a novel. Hahaha————"

Dr. Xiao Yu smiled embarrassedly.

"Hey, thinking about it now, it's really shameful, but at that time it was like finding a vent. Every day I wrote novels in my mind.

However, they are all written and written, and there is no complete one in the end.

After that, he graduated.

I remember that my mind might have been dazzled by Secondary Two Disease. I told my family that I didn’t want to go to work in the hospital and wanted to write novels..."

Hearing this, Zhou Yan was also stunned: "Huh? You mean, after studying for so long, and finally graduated, but you want to give up all your previous efforts and write novels?"

"Gudong~Gudong~ha—" The cold beer slid across the esophagus, very refreshing, Xiaoyu, harp: "Yes, that's what it means."

"Uh-is it a bit sloppy?" Zhou Yan said.

"Yeah, very sloppy." Xiao Yu said with a wry smile: "At that time, everyone in my family thought I was crazy. Is it silly to read novels? So I said, I won't be allowed to read novels in the future, and I don't want to go to work. Take the postgraduate entrance exam at home.

It is estimated that they want to use this method to pull my thinking back from the novel.

Hey...I am obedient. I didn't do anything for a whole year, so I went to review at home. In the end, if I was lucky, I really passed the exam.

But...nothing has changed. I found out that I want to write novels even more.

So, on the day I received the notice, I had a quarrel with my family! "

"Noisy... quarreled?" Zhou Yan was startled: "Could it be that you want to write novels again?"

"Yeah." Xiao Yu nodded: "I guess it was impulsive. No one in my family can understand me, but it's not to blame them, because I can't understand it personally. I have been struggling for more than ten years. The road has been paved, but you don’t go, you have to write some novels, haha... crazy.

They also asked me at the time, can you support yourself by writing a novel?

I was desperate at the time, so I said very hard---Yes!

In fact, I didn't even write a complete novel at that time. "

"What about after that?" Zhou Yan asked.

"After that...Neither I nor anyone in my family gave in. I was pushed to the hospital and became a doctor as everyone expected.

At the same time, I myself, in addition to being a doctor, took the time to write novels, and it continued like this until..."

"Until now?" Zhou Yan asked.

Dr. Xiao Yu shook his head: "Haha, of course not... Until half a year later, I gave up on my own."

"Um..." Zhou Yan didn't expect this unfolding.

"Hey, yeah, I gave up after all." Xiaoyu drank another beer: "I thought I could keep going, but after all I compromised. I went to work during the day and the code at night. It was really a bit Can't bear it.

Moreover, I also wrote a complete novel at that time, but the grades were very poor.

Just one day, I suddenly found out that I was not suitable for writing novels.

The rhetoric before and the hard-hearted shouting with family members are actually naive.

Although dreams are good, do people always have to face reality~www.readwn.com~ There are some dreams that you can definitely catch if you don't chase them. "

Zhou Yan was silent: "It's also very good, at least as a doctor is stable."

"Yes, it's like my family said, stable." Xiaoyu grumbled and poured the last sip of beer into his stomach: "After that, I gave up writing novels. Today If it weren’t for you to mention, I can’t remember, I once had a dream of being a writer...

Haha, now that I think about it, I feel very ashamed. "

Zhou Yan also smiled helplessly.

It is really embarrassing that I would feel ashamed of my dream once again after many years.

But in the world, almost everyone has this feeling...Dreams like things are worthless, so they will eventually lose to reality.

Suddenly, Zhou Yan thought of a very absurd development...

"Um, I said brother, do you remember your pen name back then?" Zhou Yan asked.