I Have 48 Hours a Day

　　 Zhang Heng handed the outline printed out from the computer to Hemingway.

"Is this the novel you plan to write?" Hemingway passed it to Fitzgerald after reading the outline, and after the latter passed it to the next person, until after a lap, that The outline returned to Zhang Heng's hands.

　　 Then Zhang Heng asked, "What do you think?"

"Very wonderful story." Agatha said, "I like it very much, especially the last reversal, which is full of drama. This will be a very popular novel. No matter what era it is, I believe it will be popular with readers. Welcome, people will break through the door of the bookstore for it."

　　 "I don't intend to sell it, but want to put it on the Internet for as many people as possible to read it for free."

　　 "What is the Internet?"

　　 "The Internet is like a giant grocery market that everyone in the world can easily reach." Zhang Heng explained.

　　 "It sounds cool, but, uh... it would be better if the writer could make money from it to support himself." Dickens said.

　　 "In my era, there are indeed some writers who can support themselves by creating on the Internet." The fantasy best-selling female author said.

　　 At this time Fitzgerald also said, "Your outline is great, but how do you plan to solve the relationship problem."

"We have provided you with several solutions, but it seems that you don't like it." Hemingway also said, "Of course, in all fairness, these solutions are indeed not perfect. Feelings are like the soul of a story, lacking With it, your story will never be complete."

　　 "I already want to understand how to find my feelings," Zhang Heng paused, "At least, in the creation of this novel."

　　 "Then you will get a great story." Fitzgerald said.

　　 "A magnificent epic of adventurers." Asimov also pushed his glasses.

　　 "Unprecedented best-selling novel." The fantasy best-selling female writer said with emotion.

　　 "Thanks to your help, if you didn't teach me how to write and give me directions, I would not be able to do this step alone." Zhang Heng collected the outline and thanked the authors.

　　 Then he came to the door of Room 515 alone, tapped the door three times, then inserted a copper key into the lock and twisted it slightly.

　　 He has done this set of actions how many times, so he is very skilled, but after entering the living room, Zhang Heng did not stop, and straightly pushed open the study door.

Lovecraft today did not help others to modify the text, nor did he create his own. The old typewriter was received by him on the shelf next to him, and on the desk was a small bottle of red wine and two glasses. .

　　 The bottle of wine from Lovecraft’s grandfather had long been drunk by the two. Now this bottle is a gift Zhang Heng gave him three days ago.

　　 Lovecraft poured red wine into the glass, just like when the two met for the first time. But today he also wore a suit that he hadn't taken out for a long time, and he looked a little more energetic.

When Zhang Heng brought the outline to him, Lovecraft put on his glasses and read it eagerly. After a while, he put down the manuscript paper in his hand, and he hadn’t even gone to drink his glass of wine, but At this moment, he especially sighed with satisfaction as if he had just finished drinking a whole bottle of fine wine.

　　 "Do you mind if I use the settings you made before to write the story?" Zhang Heng asked a little surprised.

"Of course not. I really like having an author to help me improve and fill my world. In fact, many of the pen pals I communicated with before are writing stories with this set of settings." FT shrugged.

　　 "What about the ending, can you accept the ending?" Zhang Heng asked, "After all, the ending of the story I created is not the same as the stories you wrote before."

"If I met you before, I would feel that this is indeed a bit contrary to my usual aesthetics, because the stories I create, no matter how the protagonist resists, will eventually be enveloped by greater despair, but you are The first person to write the story after this. Although you borrowed my system, you are actually talking about a person who is shrouded in despair and knows he cannot escape, how to use all his strength to fight against fate story!"

Lovecraft seemed to be thinking about how to express his meaning more accurately. After a while, he continued, "It's like...all the hope in my novel is for the ultimate despair, and your novel All the despair in the book is paving the way for the last glimmer of hope. This is indeed different from the writing style I am good at, but it does not prevent me from liking your story. I don’t know why, perhaps because of hope and Despair is the two sides of one, just like light and darkness. Without either side, the world can hardly become real."

"Really," Lovecraft looked into Zhang Heng's eyes, "I think your new story helped me fill up the last shortcoming in my setting. For this point, I should respect you too. A glass." Lovecraft finished speaking and raised the glass in his hand.

　　 Zhang Heng also picked up the one that belonged to him, "Respect the unknown fear."

　　 "Respect for the courage of mankind to never surrender." Lovecraft whispered and drank the red wine in his hand.

　　 A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Heng walked out of Room 515 with the outline.

　　 So far, most of his plan has been completed, only the last thing is left, and that is the feeling he lacks.

　　 But after bidding farewell to Hemingway and Lovecraft and others, Zhang Heng finally found no one else. UU Reading www.uukānshu.com is the Hobbit housekeeper.

　　 "Is there anything I can do for you?" The hobbit housekeeper was as polite as ever and put down the vase in her hand.

　　 Her racial talent makes her almost silent no matter where she is going, what she is doing, in fact, she has just been in the lobby, but few writers passing by can find her.

　　 "Yes, I want to meet someone." Zhang Heng said.

"Who?" the hobbit housekeeper asked, "I will try to meet your request for meeting guests, but apart from the writers in the manor and our service staff, I can't help you Bring people in."

"But one person can," Zhang Heng didn't sell anything, and said straightforwardly, "I want to see the butler who received me before I came to this manor. He is also one of the service staff. You should Can you find him for me."

　　 "You want to see him?" The hobbit housekeeper was a little surprised.

"That's right." Zhang Heng said, "In "Twenty Thousand Miles Under the Sea", Konsell has been with the protagonist, Professor Aronas, and walked the whole road with him. So, I guess between I and Konsell The relationship should not be the same as when you first met."

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