This bar has lights on.

Zhou Yan felt very strange. It is obvious that the city has been cut off. Why does this bar still have lights?

A ghostly messenger, Zhou Yan walked over and opened the door of the bar...

"Ling~Ling~Ling~"

The door ran into the sound of wind chimes.

This wind chime is so familiar, it seems that all shops in the world are accustomed to tying a wind chime in front of the door. Every time someone comes in and out, it will make a crisp and sweet sound, whether it is a supermarket, a coffee shop, or a flower shop. , Or the bar.

This bar is not big. After entering, there are a few tables. There are a few card tables in the corners. The overall color tone is a bit dark. Most of the light source comes from the bar facing the door.

A bartender was wiping the table behind the bar.

Zhou Yan walked over...

"Hello," the bartender greeted.

"You...Hello..." Zhou Yan felt strange to this kind of opening statement.

"The doctor drinks too." The bartender said with a smile.

"Doctor?" Zhou Yan questioned.

"Yes." The bartender pointed to Zhou Yan's bag.

Satchel? ? ?

Zhou Yan was stunned. He lowered his head and saw a bag slung across his chest. It was the kind of sports bag that had been popular in the past few years. It was not very old, but now that it’s out of fashion when it is carried out. People.

The speed at which the world is changing with each passing day seemed a bit beyond his imagination.

And in that satchel... a mass of white fabric was exposed. Zhou Yan seemed to feel that his head was in a trance. After a few seconds, he finally realized that the white fabric was actually a white coat. A corner.

I put my hands in front of my eyes and looked blankly. The hands are very white, but the fingers are a bit short. I can imagine that the owner of these hands will not be very thin.

I looked up again, and by coincidence, there happened to be a mirror on the wine rack behind the bar. From the mirror, I saw my face.

A chubby, fair-and-white person with messy hair and untidy beard. Combining with the white coat in my bag, I can infer that I should be a doctor. In this messy state, it should be me. It looks like after a few days of night shift.

Oh, yes, and this white coat, I missed the time to wash the white clothes in the hospital, so I had to take it home and wash it myself.

Oh, yes, this is me.

Recently...I always think about the outline of a new book. The protagonist of this new book is called Zhou Yan, a detective.

Because I was a little fascinated by what I thought, I couldn't tell for a while whether I was in the book or in reality.

I smiled helplessly.

What a stupid thing it is not to distinguish between reality and books.

But I really do, because I like the character I created.

He has no character, he is lazy, he has a living, he is clever, but it is precisely because of this character that makes him look like me. The only difference is that Zhou Yan can do what he likes to do in a virtual world. , But I can only hide what I am doing.

Well, conceal...I dare not tell anyone that I am writing a novel.

"This year's attending exam is about to take place, don't you fail the exam again!" The family seemed to say casually at the dinner table.

"If you fail the exam, you can't fail the exam. As an attendant, you will get an increase of 350 yuan in salary a month."

"350 is not money... I found that you have no motivation to study now, do you have other ways to make money! Are you still writing novels!" The family members' tone was slightly serious .

"no."

"We are all for your own good. What is the use of writing those things? They are all fake. They are all stories. Our family pays attention to pragmatism. We must be down-to-earth in doing things. Don't always think of vain things!"

"I said, I didn't write."

"Well, don't always blame us. It's for your own good not to let you write. Look at our family, even your sister will be able to take the exam next year. People are three years younger than you, and you will be promoted a year later than you."

"Okay, I get it."

"..."

The taste of the food should be pretty good, but a few years ago, I didn't care about the taste on the table.

So, Zhou said that he was more comfortable. No one would order him and tell him what he should and should not do. He can live each day easily without worrying that someone will control his destiny.

Oh, no, if he is a character I created, then his destiny is still controlled, by me...

Come to think of it, the people in the books I have written seem to be tragic people whose fate is controlled by me.

While I hate my unfreedom, I am also interfering with the freedom of the characters in the book, but their existence is because I am writing the book, and I wrote the plot, there is no way not to interfere with them... ..

This seems to be a perfect closed loop, just like my home, whether you like it or not, there is no way to change it.

Unless...the people in the book can kill the author of the book by themselves...Haha, what am I thinking.

Seeing that I seemed to be intoxicated, the bartender also smiled, "Brother, don't you order a glass of wine?"

"Oh, sorry, let's have a beer," I said apologetically.

There are only two people in the bar, me and the bartender. In this small town in the northeast, the bar is an unusual place. Because of this, there are not many people patronizing it.

A full glass of wine was brought up, a bit cold, but enjoyable.

"You know what, I have written a book yet."

"Oh?" The bartender's eyes lit up: "Are you a writer?"

"No, it's just for fun." I replied with a smile: "But I wrote about the role of a bartender. His bar is very similar to this one."

"Is it?"

"Yes, I wrote it last year... or the year before last. The scene in my mind at that time was exactly the same as the scene now. There were a few tables with dim lighting, a bar, and even that. The bartender looks a lot like you, do you think this is a coincidence?"

The bartender smiled ~lightnovelpub.net~ Mimi closed his eyes: "I don't know, maybe this is the bar in your novel."

"Hahaha---Don't make trouble."

"It’s no trouble. I have heard of you writers. When writing, you always like to substitute yourself into novels. Sometimes I wonder if you will occasionally have such a moment that you can’t distinguish yourself. In the book, or in reality?"

I was stunned. The alcohol made my mind a little dizzy. I looked at the surroundings of this bar. It was really amazing. It was exactly the same as the bar I imagined.

But, when did a bar open in this small town?

I can't remember. In the state of being dizzy, I can't even tell whether I am Zhou Yan or the little doctor who is not very proud of my life.

And just when it seemed drunk but not drunk, the sound of wind chimes rang again, and the door of the bar was pushed open.

I turned my head... saw Tingting...