Chapter 576 The Moon and 6 Pence

"Wow!"

Xiao La's cry was barely audible.

The Qiyuan pet store has considered the sound insulation problem in the previous decoration, and the walls are thick and the door panels are thick. Even if Xiaola screams loudly in the storage room, it will not have any impact on other pets.

Zhang Zian put the rice cake Xie Tao sent into the refrigerator, thinking about how to make it more delicious, should it be boiled, fried or stir-fried? The problem is that he can't do it either way!

Coming out of the kitchen, he casually glanced at the living room, expecting to see π sitting in front of the computer typing, but the chair was empty.

It's really strange that π doesn't need him to remind himself to get up and move his body?

Zhang Zian was very happy, π finally learned to cherish his body. He turned around and was about to go downstairs when he suddenly heard a slight knock on the keyboard from the desk.

what happened?

He stopped in doubt, π obviously wasn't sitting in front of the computer, how could there be typing sound? Could it be haunted? I have never heard of a ghost who likes to type...

"π? Are you over there?"

he asked, peering in from the door.

"Squeak?"

π sat on a chair, posing in a standard typing posture, and turned his head to him suspiciously.

Zhang Zian frowned slightly, he felt that something was wrong... Could it be that he was wrong just now?

After waking up in the morning, in order to take care of the sleeping elves, he didn't open the curtains, and the light in the living room was a little dim, but even so, it shouldn't be wrong, right?

He went into the living room and drew the curtains to let bright light flood the room.

π's gaze followed him all the time, and the doubt in his gaze remained undiminished.

"π, you've been sitting here typing all this time?" Zhang Zian asked while maintaining a peaceful smile.

"Squeak!" Pi nodded.

"Have you ever left your chair?" he asked again.

"Squeak." Pi shook his head.

This is strange, is it really wrong?

The knot in Zhang Zian's heart deepened. He thought about recalling the glimpse just now. He could see everything in the room clearly, except for π.

"Squeak?" Pi blinked and asked him what's wrong.

"It's nothing, I was dazzled just now." He said perfunctorily, and in order to avoid further questions from π, he changed the subject, "How is your novel, π? After signing the contract, has the collection increased faster?"

π was silent and did not answer, his eyes fell on the keyboard, his expression was gloomy, and his fingers subconsciously drew circles on the desktop.

Its appearance already gave the answer, Zhang Zian sighed silently.

He held the mouse to move, clicked on "work management", and saw that π had written more than 40 chapters, close to 90,000 words, but only 50 in his collection.

50 favorites.

He clicked back to the homepage of Qidian.com, clicked on a novel on the homepage at random, and saw that the number of collections was more than 20,000, 30,000, or at least 10,000, and contracted novels with the same number of words often had hundreds of collections.

There are obviously a lot of readers in Qidian, but why no one reads this novel? Is it because it is too small?

Tap!

π's fingers moved on the keyboard. It was already very skilled at typing, but now it was like a heavy object on the fingers, and it was extremely difficult to move.

After a while, it said slowly: I may not be suitable for writing novels.

Seeing this line of words, Zhang Zian felt unspeakably uncomfortable. No one knows better than him how hard π works, but its efforts have never been rewarded. This reminds him of when he first took over the pet shop, every day Sitting alone in the store, watching the light and shadow of the sun intertwine at the store entrance, watching the pedestrians coming and going outside the door, watching the former colleagues in the circle of friends in high spirits, I can’t help but question my choice in my heart—inheriting the pet store Is it a bug? Am I not suitable for this job? Great youth, why do you sit here and waste time alone?

Now, π is also facing the same dilemma.

"Do you want to communicate with the editor?" He tried to think of a way.

π opened QQ, clicked on the head portrait of the bald monk, and let him see the chat history between it and the editor in charge.

The chat history was generated yesterday, which means that π's depression has lasted for at least a day. Zhang Zian blamed himself secretly, why didn't he find out earlier?

π asked: No one reads my novel, should I continue writing it?

The editor's reply is simple: stable update.

Zhang Zian chewed on these short four words over and over again. He wandered around the Wanghaige forum for a few days and knew that there were a few novels that were unknown at the beginning, but he insisted on writing them. After being recommended by the website, he suddenly became popular. Although these cases are extremely rare, they are often talked about.

So, he comforted: "π, I don't think you should give up so early. Even if you give up, you have to wait until you are recommended by the website at least once—isn't it written in the contract? After signing the contract, you will get at least one recommendation. Then It depends on the results to decide whether there will be follow-up recommendations in the future.”

π was silent for a moment, then typed again: I'm tired and don't want to write any more.

After typing these three characters, it pushed away the keyboard, took off the pince-nez, and looked out the window blankly.

The maturity of π often makes Zhang Zian ignore the fact that it is still a young monkey. Other monkeys at this age are playing carefree, only it is sitting alone in front of the computer.

It is not the body that is tiring, but the heart.

Zhang Zian's heart was congested in a panic, as if something could not go up or down, which made him upset.

Then stop writing, delete the Word document, turn off the computer, I called Xinghai and Fei Max up, and we happily played hide-and-seek together - these words came to his throat several times, but several times swallow.

It's easy to give up, but it's hardest to persevere.

Reading is too hard, I give up.

Losing weight is too tiring, I give up.

The work is too heavy and I give up.

Office politics is too dark, I give up.

Doing business is too frustrating, I want to pretend to be a grandson everywhere, so I give up.

Life is too rough, I give up...

Give up again and again because of setbacks, and eventually there will be nothing left.

He took a few deep breaths, poured out the boredom in his chest, stretched his hands to the keyboard and typed: Only a few people in the world can finally achieve their ideals. Our life is very simple and simple. We are not ambitious, and if we have pride, it is pride in thinking of the fruits of the labor of our hands.

"Pi, do you know where this sentence came from?" he asked.

π glanced at the screen, put on the pince-nez again, looked up the unnamed book, and typed: "The Moon and Sixpence".

"That's right." Zhang Zian forced a smile, "π, have you read this novel?"

Pi shakes his head.

"This novel is about an ordinary office worker. He originally had a beautiful wife and healthy children, and lived a happy life in the eyes of others. Such a person, but one day he was obsessed with art and abandoned his wife Son, went to a deserted island to paint... If this is a novel that the people love to read and read, the ending should be that he becomes famous, earns a lot of money, marries Bai Fumei, and reaches the pinnacle of life... But unfortunately not, at the end of the novel , the name of the protagonist's 'genius' spread to the outside world, but he himself died in a very tragic way."

Zhang Zian talked about the outline of "The Moon and Sixpence", which was a book he had read a long time ago. There was only a vague impression in his mind, but he firmly remembered the famous saying and often used it to encourage himself.

Whether at school or at work, he is just an ordinary person, inconspicuous and unobtrusive to everyone. He also envies and even envies those academic masters and successful people, but he knows that he cannot become them, because there are very few geniuses, and only a few people in the world can finally achieve their ideals, while others are doomed to do their best but still live an ordinary life. life. He is just an ordinary person, without the talent endowed by God, there is no need to be ashamed of being ordinary, and accept ordinary.

When he read this novel, he didn't understand the protagonist's choice, why he would rather give up a happy family to pursue art and painting, but after getting to know Lu Yiyun and π, he gradually understood. Lu Yiyun still paints even if she cuts ties with her family, and π writes novels even if she has no time to play, because they like it, that's all. It is incomprehensible to others to spend their whole life for what they like, but this is precisely their happiness.

The world is so large that it should be large enough to accommodate a variety of different values.

Ordinary people like him can accept ordinary people, but they should also understand people like Lu Yiyun, π and the protagonists in "The Moon and Sixpence" who don't accept ordinary people. , or fall into mud.

If one can use the shortest sentence to describe the protagonist of "The Moon and Sixpence", it would be - my life has a limit, but my painting has no limit.

π listened carefully, seemed to be attracted by this story, and resonated with the fate of the protagonist in the story.

Zhang Zian said slowly: "Efforts should be rewarded, but in reality, hard work may not be rewarded accordingly. Even so, does the protagonist of the novel regret it? I think the sentence just now is the protagonist's awareness. I don't want to lie You, tell you that your novel will succeed - no, no, your novel will probably fail, because most novels will fail, only a few novels will become molecules, only a few authors Only then can you finally achieve your ideals—but π, think about it carefully, what is the purpose of writing this novel? Are you seeking fame? What is your original intention in writing novels? "

π opened his mouth halfway, contemplating blankly, and typed later: I like this story, and I want everyone to see it.

Zhang Zian nodded in relief, "That's right, π, you've already done it!"

"Squeak?" Pi blinked puzzledly, and pointed to 50 on the screen, which probably meant that only 50 people were watching.

"No, you shouldn't think that way, you should think - 50 people already know this story through you. Can't 50 people be called 'everyone'?" Zhang Zian laughed, "I never thought , My experience can be known by 50 people and liked by 50 people, which is already a great success. If you continue, your novel will be liked by more people.”

π stared at the "50" on the screen in a daze, as if these two Arabic numerals contained some kind of magical power.

Zhang Zian took out his mobile phone, opened the Qidian app, searched for π's novel, and added it to the bookshelf.

The number of favorites in the background has become 51.

"π, you are also your reader." He said seriously, "I want to see the ending of this novel, because the protagonist of the novel is not exactly like me, at least not as handsome as me, so I want to know his fate. π, look into my eyes, I want to tell you - I like this novel."

π's gaze moved from the screen to Zhang Zian's face, and he saw sincerity and trust in his eyes.

"Quack! Actually, I also like this novel very much, but π, you write too slowly, and each chapter is short and weak. I have waited for so long and haven't waited for my appearance! If it wasn't for this uncle who can't type, My uncle will definitely teach you what it means to be thick and long!"

Richard, who had been doing nothing on the first floor before, suddenly flapped his wings and flew into the living room, squawking.

"Meow~ Xinghai also likes your novel!" Xinghai followed closely behind, followed by other elves.

"I heard that you don't want to write anymore? You didn't want to write when I just appeared on the stage? What do you mean? Are you dissatisfied with Bengong? If you want to challenge Bengong, just come here!" Fei Na raised her chest and raised her head. , said arrogantly.

π shrank his neck in fright at Fina's aura.

So Richard heard the news and told everyone? This big-mouthed gray parrot is often troublesome, but this time it's doing a good job.

"Hehe, π, what Zian said is quite right—you must never forget your original intention. In addition, this old man also wants to know how he will appear on the stage. These days, this old man is so concerned about this issue that he can't even watch TV. Don't worry." Old Cha smiled.

"Meow meow, if the ending is not a happy ending between my mother and Your Majesty, be careful that my mother castrates the man next to you!" The snow lion licked its paws, the sharp claws gleaming coldly.

Zhang Zian really wanted to complain, why did you want to eunuch me when the ending written by π didn't satisfy you?

"π, be sure to write my real name!" Fei Masi repeatedly urged, "I don't want to appear on stage under someone else's name again."

π's eyes flickered, looking at everyone alternately.

Zhang Zian straightened the keyboard in front of it again, "π, do you know what that novel is called "The Moon and Sixpence"? Because someone joked with the author that people often forget the sixpence under their feet when they look up at the moon—we These 57 readers are the sixpence under your feet. Although we are small and cheap, we still exist. When you are sighing because the moon is too far away, don’t think we are small, don’t think we are small, don’t think we are insignificant, because You still have us at least. Even for our 57 readers, can you hold on a little longer?"

Under everyone's gaze, π hesitated a little and nodded. ...

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