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I never thought I would see Mr. Liu again.
It's amazing, "Resonance2" has been published.
I asked Miss Ma, and she said that this was agreed to by Mr. Liu the day before he entered the mental hospital.
Now, half a month later, I just found out that this book has become extremely popular.
As soon as I pushed the door open, Mr. Liu stood up. He seemed very welcoming of my arrival. He led me to a quiet place, and we sat under a tree. It seemed like there was no one around, but we both knew that the doctors and nurses were watching us.
I finally spoke up, "Do you know how long you've been here?"
Mr. Liu smiled, "It's been half a month. It's really boring here."
Me: "Why don't you write a Time acceleration process to skip this boring plot?"
Mr. Liu laughed even louder.
"You are really interesting! The passage of time in novels is just like in real life, but the author wants you to see the important plot points, so they skip over the boring parts.
In reality, nothing changes. The time characters spend in the book is no different from ours. They go to school, work, get married, have children, just like us, you just don't know about it. It's like walking on the street and passing by someone - can you know everything about them?"
His illness doesn't seem to be improving.
I asked another question.
"If, let's say, the protagonist of this world dies, will this world disappear? If the character you created dies, does the novel still have any meaning to continue writing?"
Mr. Liu: "Why would it disappear? The death of any person on Earth does not stop the Earth from rotating, so how could a novel? It's just that you've finished reading about the protagonist's plot, and I won't write about the others."
Me: "Maybe that's why you stopped writing, because he disappeared. The other characters were created for the protagonist, and if he's gone, the world naturally collapses."
Mr. Liu looked at me unquestionably.
Mr. Liu: "The materialistic worldview still applies in novels. Just because this book is created by me, I won't change it to idealism. The world of the novel will not change its original worldview just because of the author, that's for sure."
I paused for a moment, changed the subject, and continued to ask, "So what kind of novel did you write?"
Mr. Liu: "It's nothing, just writing about some emotions of people, all very plain. But it's these plain and ordinary plots that can move people's hearts, isn't it?"
Me: "Do you love Miss Ma? Is she also in this book?"
Mr. Liu smiled again.
"Of course, isn't that how it's written in the book?"
Me: "So your feelings for her, are they just plot points you need for your novel? You don't actually like her from the heart?"
Mr. Liu's expression froze for a moment, and he looked at me with a strange gaze.
"You're wrong again. I am her husband, of course I love her! I am her family, so my feelings for her are genuine."
Me: "So, is it your arrangement to come here?"
Mr. Liu: "Yes! After watching too many mundane plots, the audience also needs some climax."
I laughed.
"Did Miss Ma cheat on you while you were in the hospital?"
"Such a plotline doesn't exist in the novel."
Me: "Are you sure?"
Mr. Liu: "Your presence here is causing my emotions to fluctuate, it's also a climax in the story."
Me: "So after I finish speaking, will I disappear?"
Mr. Liu: "I've said before that you won't disappear. It's just that I won't write about you for the readers anymore. They just won't see it, it doesn't mean you're dead. You will continue to live."
Me: "Have you thought about how to write the final ending?"
Mr. Liu: "I haven't figured out this ending yet, but... even if I finish writing it, you won't know. Only people from beyond this world will know."
Me: "Then..."
Mr. Liu stood up and patted the dirt off his back.
"The time has come for you to leave, Mr. Lin."
And that's how the conversation ended.
This is my second meeting with Mr. Liu.
After that, I never went to see him again, but occasionally I heard some news about him from Miss Ma.
A year later, my friend sent me a message asking me to come to the hospital.
He is the psychiatrist.
Mr. Liu has been discharged.
I saw Mr. Liu in the corridor, chatting enthusiastically with his attending physician and family members. He noticed me but didn't acknowledge me.
When he was about to leave, he casually walked up to me, lowered his voice and said, "Remember that tree? Go take a look, I left a surprise for you."
After saying that, he smirked slyly and then left with his family.
This is the third time I met him, and also the last time.
After much effort, I finally found that tree.
I squatted down and vaguely made out five words carved on the tree.
Leaving in a year.
After that, their family and I never contacted each other again. I heard from a friend that they moved to another city, and I haven't seen them since.
But sometimes, when I pass by that hospital, I see that tree from a distance.
In my mind, I can still see Mr. Liu's cunning smile.
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