At this time point, the character "Character Design-0013" is arranged to appear. He used to be the most well-behaved and obedient orphan. Under the guidance of his kind sister, he decided to study hard to become a knight and change the current situation in the slums. But after seeing his dead sister, he cried and sat down beside his sister's body, realizing that those nobles could easily kill the poor and he could not change anything. So, his turning point in life started from here.
In the blood-stained red rain, he placed the withered wild flowers on his sister's forehead and kissed her through the petals.
He began to understand that kindness was meaningless. The poor could not be happy with kindness, and wild flowers would never become roses and tulips.
[Ending: From then on, he committed all kinds of evil all his life, but in the end he died because of the only good deed he did in his life.]
[Self-evaluation: Boring. Why did I write a character like this? Extremely boring, no novelty, burned it within an hour.]
[Self-evaluation supplement: Can you write an interesting character? This kind of banana peel-like rubbish character makes me angry every time I read it.]
[Additional self-evaluation: Actually, after a closer look, some parts are pretty good. ]
[Final self-evaluation: No. What a dry plot, it makes me want to vomit, I can't stand it for a moment, burn it immediately! ]
…
Su Mingan looked at the draft paper in astonishment.
These self-evaluations should be what Si Que is mumbling. Are all artists like this? When I see something I created, sometimes I feel astonished, and sometimes I feel like I can’t bear to look at it at all and I want to burn it immediately…
However, from Su Mingan's perspective, this scrapped proposal on the rough draft paper is actually pretty good... at least better than the narration of the God of War Dragon King. But Si Que must have very high standards.
"...Why am I still watching this kind of rubbish?" Si Que's voice muttered to himself.
Su Mingan realized that it was his control that made Si Que feel strange. He immediately stopped looking at the draft paper and returned the control of his body to Si Que.
Si Que returned to the mahogany table and picked up the feather pen facing a new blank draft paper.
After dipping the pen in ink, the pen tip rested on the paper for a moment without falling. Si Que stared at the draft paper in silence for a long time until the ink drop slid down the paper, spreading out irregular ink marks.
"...I can't seem to write anything today." He said softly: "Let's go find some inspiration from Dragon King..."
Su Mingan vaguely knew the reason why Si Que was hunted by Long Huang and his men - others regarded Si Que as a true friend, and Si Que regarded him as a source of inspiration.
Taking advantage of this good opportunity, he wanted to give Si Que a left hook, but considering that he was still inside the body, it would be like hurting the enemy by a thousand and hurting himself by eight hundred, so he gave up.
After a while, Si Que finally picked up his feather pen, but this time, he did not write about the character setting or the story, but a series of thoughts, written seemingly casually.
…
【Even if you emanate fantasy from reality, you will still be trapped by experience.】
[To what extent can a character be said to have free will? As long as they exist, they have actually been colored by me. Whether it is their name, age, or background. Their actions seem to be out of free will, but in fact some people are born to die in a specific way. ]
【——Why did they fall? 】
[——Why do the endless loopholes and sorrows exist in this world? ]
[But I am happy to explore this long-term pleasure, and regard everything as a memorial to this ending, using periods and ellipsis to gather the sadness of everything.]
[History is a kind of ancient, real, epitaph and memorial book engraved on civilization. I dare not compare myself to history, but just a despicable life copyist, a thief who carries other people's lives, and a cruel executioner who burns the abandoned.]
[But at least, the text depicts their burning ideals and falling enthusiasm... before the library completely collapsed into the universe.]
[Si Que, you are such a cruel person. You gave them hope, but also gave them despair.]
[If you can't bear it, don't touch your quill in the first place. ]
…
Su Mingan stared at the text in a daze. Although he could not quite understand the meaning of these words, he could feel that Si Que's words did have weight.
Si Que seemed to sigh. He stopped writing, turned around, picked up the draft paper, and hovered it over the flame of the fireplace again.
The firelight danced in his cold golden eyes, and it was unclear whether it was the endless vitality or the eternal silence. His fingers rubbed the edge of the draft paper and stayed for a moment.
But after a moment, Si Que withdrew his hand. Although there was still disgust in his eyes, he finally did not burn the draft paper.
"Forget it. Even if it's a waste manuscript, just keep it for now... Just put it in a corner and don't read it."
He casually folded the draft paper into a paper airplane, and with a whoosh, he threw it casually. The paper airplane circled in the air and returned accurately to his head, and then flew into his hair with a thud.
His face darkened for a moment, he pulled out the paper airplane and threw it again. This time, the paper airplane finally landed in the corner, quietly staying with a pile of waste manuscripts.
Only then did Su Ming'an realize that the room was littered with such paper airplanes, as well as paper butterflies, paper birds, paper bananas... They were scattered under the bed, under the table, and next to the cupboard... It seemed that Si Que had more than one waste draft. He was too lazy to even sort these waste drafts and just folded them up and threw them away.
Si Que opened the door, holding a feather pen in his mouth, and muttered to himself incoherently:
"alright."
"Who should I go to see today?"
…
A white light flashed.
The story of "Wingless Bird of Paradise" ended on this page, and Su Mingan returned to where he was.
Before he could recover from Si Que's experience, he saw the explosion.
Hui Bai, a blond-haired, blue-eyed man, was confronting a blond-haired, blue-eyed young man, and the two were on the verge of a fight.
"Liu Jin, have you finished reading the story?" Hui Bai saw Su Ming'an and pointed at Hui Bi: "This person just came to this page. I didn't expect him to be so lucky that he happened to be on our page. You go first, he is not a good person."
Hui Bi said calmly: "You are a vicious supporting character who maliciously hijacks the plot... How dare you appear in front of the protagonist. Liu Jin, you should leave first and don't go with him. Pudding is on a nearby page, she will protect you."
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