Chapter 131
There was a strong wind and heavy snow at night. The sycamore trees outside were blown into ghostly shapes, casting shadows on the curtains, like a group of dancing demons, and the sounds of the wind and snow were like the howling of ghosts and wolves.
Wang Jiazhi woke up in a daze in the middle of the night, saw the dancing shadows of the trees on the curtains, and snuggled into his arms to continue sleeping.
He asked, "Are you afraid of being alone?"
"I'm not afraid." She dozed off and fell asleep again.
The next morning he got up early and was about to go out, but she saw that the wind and snow outside had not subsided at all.
"Are you going out again?"
"It's just snowing."
She stood up, hugged his back and said, "I dreamed yesterday that you turned into a very big fox with nine tails."
"Then what?"
"You want me to use one of your tails as a pillow, another in my arms, and a few more tails covering my body. It's soft and warm, just like sleeping on cotton. After a while, you say your tail is sore and ask me to use a different tail as a pillow."
He couldn't help but laugh. This little guy, even at such a grown-up level, was still living in a fairy tale.
"This story is interesting. You can turn it into a fairy tale."
"At least in the story, you can be my furry pet."
"I'm not furry at all."
"Your legs are hairy."
They both couldn't help laughing.
Wang Jiazhi really liked his hairy legs, which looked like he was wearing woolen trousers. She liked to rest her head on his hairy legs and stroke the hair on his legs.
He kissed her on the cheek and said, "I'm leaving. If I don't come back tonight, don't wait for me."
"good."
She was left alone, feeling empty inside, looking at the wind and snow outside, braving the wind and snow to go out and hurt others. He said he wouldn't come back at night, so he wouldn't look for someone else.
She collapsed dejectedly onto the bed, resting her head on the pillow as she watched the branches sway outside. Suddenly, she thought of "The Last Leaf." Back then, she'd simply found O. Henry's writing unexpectedly amusing, but now it was different. It was filled with absurdity, bringing tears to her eyes.
The more she lay there, the more drowsy she became. Wang Jiazhi struggled to get up, packed up, and went to write. It was just the right time to write about yesterday's dream into a short essay. The kitten was obedient, just nestling on her desk, watching quietly, like a cute living ornament.
Wang Jiazhi became more and more inspired as she wrote, and she didn't even go to lunch when her mother called her.
Because she wasn't active, she didn't eat much. When he was home, she'd eat with him. When he wasn't, she'd only eat one meal. He'd eat two at most. There's a saying that overeating impairs judgment, and that a moderate hunger makes people more clear-headed and wise. It seems the brain secretes more of something.
Wang Jiazhi sometimes wondered if this was the self-discipline of a top-tier agent. He didn't eat enough, didn't sleep much, and didn't drink. Besides smoking, he was always playing with women.
However, it seems that he only changes women frequently, not indulging in sexual activity. If he doesn't have anyone else at the same time, then when he's having a quarrel with her, he can go for half a month without touching her.
He came back at ten o'clock in the evening, and his mother told him that she was writing in the study and had not come out all day.
He quietly opened the door and saw her writing furiously at her desk, then quietly closed the door again.
Wang Jiazhi had been writing all day, probably more than halfway through. She was exhausted and planned to finish the rest tomorrow. She was overjoyed to see him back. She asked her mother to warm up some rock sugar and snow pear for him to drink, as it would be good for his throat.
He wanted to read what she wrote, but she refused, thinking that he would laugh at her, think she was childish, and look down on her.
"You must feel so silly."
"No."
He insisted on seeing it, so she had no choice but to give it to him.
"Very good, your writing is very good."
"You feel really stupid after seeing the rest of it."
"I'm not being partial, it's really good. What you write has a very Book of Songs feel to it. It's not embellished with flowery rhetoric, and it's very pleasant to read, with the artistic conception of Yuanzhi and Lilan."
"That is to say, the writing is okay, but the idea is very childish."
"It's not childish. What you write is very thoughtful and mature."
He said this with utmost sincerity and earnestness. Wang Jiazhi was deeply inspired. If he didn't feel foolish at all, then she must have matured and wasn't as foolish as she had been before.
"Just write whatever you like, I can have it published. Don't you like new historical novels? I think they have some great ideas."
"No, I want to vote on it myself. If it's not good, people won't be able to refute you, and it will be too embarrassing to post it."
He laughed and said, "They all post those messed up things. You write much better than that."
He was now used to her lack of reaction. It wasn't that he was deliberately testing her, it was just his occupational hazard; sometimes he couldn't help himself.
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