Zhang Heng handed the outline printed out from the computer to Hemingway.
"Is this the one you plan to write?" After Hemingway read the outline, he handed it to Fitzgerald. After the latter read it, he handed it to the next person, until after a circle, the copy The outline returned to Zhang Heng's hands.
Then Zhang Heng asked, "What do you think?"
"A very wonderful story." Agatha said, "I like it very much, especially the twist at the end, which is full of drama. This will be a very best-selling book. No matter what era it is, I believe it will be welcomed by readers. , people will break down the doors of bookstores just for it.”
“I don’t intend to sell it, but I want to put it online for as many people as possible to read for free.”
"What is a network?"
"The Internet is like a giant grocery market that is easily accessible to everyone around the world," Zhang Heng explained.
"Sounds cool, but, well... it would be even 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 through their creations on the Internet." said the fantasy best-selling female author.
At this time, Fitzgerald also said, "Your outline is great, but how do you plan to solve the emotional problem."
"We have provided you with several solutions, but it seems that you don't like them very much." Hemingway also said, "Of course, to be fair, these solutions are not perfect. Feelings are like the soul of a story, which lacks Without it, your story can never be complete.”
"I have figured out how to get my feelings back," Zhang Heng paused, "At least, in this creation."
"Then you'll get a great story," Fitzgerald said.
"A magnificent adventurer epic." Asimov also pushed up his glasses.
"Unprecedented best-selling." The fantasy best-selling female author lamented.
"Thanks to your help. If you hadn't taught me how to write and guided me, I wouldn't have been able to do this by myself." Zhang Heng put away the outline and thanked the authors.
Then he came to the door of Room 515 alone, knocked on the door three times, then inserted a copper key into the door lock and twisted it gently.
He had done this set of actions countless times, so he was very proficient. After entering the living room, Zhang Heng did not stop and pushed open the door of the study.
For the first time today, Lovecraft neither revised the text for others nor created anything himself. He put the old typewriter on the bookshelf beside him, and there was a small bottle of red wine and two glasses on the desk. .
The previous bottle of wine from Lovecraft's grandfather had been drunk by the two of them long ago, and now this bottle was a gift given to him by Zhang Heng three days ago.
Lovecraft poured the red wine into the glass, just as he had done when the two first met. But today he also wore a suit that he hadn't worn for a long time, and he looked a little more energetic.
When Zhang Heng brought the outline in front of him, Lovecraft put on his glasses and couldn't wait to read it. After a while, he put down the manuscript paper in his hand, obviously not drinking his glass of wine yet, but At this moment, he breathed a sigh of relief 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 a story?" Zhang Heng said with some surprise.
"Of course not. I really like having authors help me complete and fill my world. In fact, many of the pen pals I have corresponded with before are writing stories using this setting." Lovekra Ford shrugged.
"What about the ending? Can you accept the ending?" Zhang Heng asked, "After all, the ending of the story I created is different from the stories you wrote before."
"If I had met you before, I would have felt that this was indeed a bit contrary to my usual aesthetics, because no matter how the protagonists in the stories I created resisted, they would be enveloped in greater despair in the end, but you are The first person to write down the story after this, although you borrowed my system, you actually told the story of a person who was enveloped in despair and knew that he could not escape, how he used all his strength to fight against his fate. story!"
Lovecraft seemed to be thinking about how to express his meaning more accurately, and after a moment he continued, "It's like... all my hopes are to usher in the final despair, and all yours are The despair is all 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 very much. I don’t know why, maybe because hope and despair are inherently There are two sides of the same body, just like light and darkness. Without either side, it is difficult for this world to truly become real.”
"To be honest," Lovecraft looked into Zhang Heng's eyes, "I think your new story has helped me make up for the last shortcoming in my setting. For this reason, I should also respect you. One glass." Lovecraft said and raised the glass in his hand.
Zhang Heng also picked up his own one, "Respect the fear of the unknown."
"Respect the courage of mankind to never surrender." Lovecraft whispered, drinking the red wine in his hand.
A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Heng walked out of Room 515 with the outline.
At this point, most of his plan has been completed, and there is only one last thing left, which is the emotion he lacks.
After bidding farewell to Hemingway, Lovecraft and others, Zhang Heng finally found none other than 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 allowed her to make almost no sound no matter where she went or what she was doing. In fact, she had been in the hall just now, but few writers passing by could spot her.
"Yes, I want to meet someone." Zhang Heng said.
"Who?" the Hobbit housekeeper asked, "I will try my best to meet your guest needs, but apart from the writers in the manor and us service staff, I can't help you with the outside. Bring people in."
"But there is one person who can," Zhang Heng said straightforwardly without any further pretense, "I want to see Conseil, the butler who received me before I came to this manor. He is also a member of the service staff. You should Can you help me find him?"
"You want to see him?" The Hobbit housekeeper was a little surprised.
"That's right." Zhang Heng said, "In "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea", Conseil has always been by the side of the protagonist, Professor Aronas, and walked with him throughout the whole journey. So, I guess the relationship between Conseil and me is The relationship should not only be the same as when we first met."
