The bar has lights on.

Zhou Yan felt very strange. This city has obviously been powered off, so why do there are lights in this bar?

By the way, Zhou Yan walked over and pushed open the door of the bar...

"Ring~Ring~Ring~"

The door hit the sound of a wind chime.

The sound of this wind chime is so familiar, just like all the shops in this world are accustomed to tying a wind chime in front of the door. Whenever someone enters and leaves, it will make a crisp and pleasant sound, whether it is a supermarket, a cafe, a flower shop, or a bar.

This bar is not big. After entering the door, there are several tables and several slots in the corner. The overall color is a bit dark, and most of the light sources come 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 unfamiliar with this kind of opening remark.

"The doctor is drinking too." The bartender said with a smile.

"Doctor?" Zhou Yan said in confusion.

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

Shoubag???

Zhou Yan was stunned. He lowered his head and saw a bag cross-body on his chest, which was the kind of sports bag that was popular in the past few years. It was not very old, but now he would be considered a person who could not keep up with the trend.

The rapid pace of this world seems to be a bit beyond his imagination.

And a ball of white fabric was revealed in the bag. Zhou Yan seemed to feel his head a little dazed. After a few seconds, he finally realized that the white fabric was actually a corner of a white coat.

I put my hands in front of me and looked blankly. The hands were very white, but my fingers were a little short. I could imagine that the owner of these hands would not be very thin.

I raised my head again, and by chance, there happened to be a mirror on the wine rack behind the bar. From the mirror, I saw my face.

A chubby, white and clean person with a little messy hair and a beard that he didn't care much. Combined with the white coat in my bag, I can reason that I should be a doctor. In this messy state, I should be like after I was working for a few days in the night shift.

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

Haha, yes, this is me.

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

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

I smiled helplessly.

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

But I've really been like this because I like the character I've created.

He has no personality, is so lazy that he just needs to live a life of cleverness, but it is precisely because of this personality that he looks 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 be taken, don't fail the exam again!" The family members seemed to be casually speaking at the dining table.

"If you fail the exam, you can't take the exam. Once you become the main subject, you will get a salary of 350 yuan in a month."

"350 is not money... I found that you have no motivation to learn now. Do you have other ways to make money? Are you still writing novels?" The tone of the family members became slightly more serious.

"No."

"We are all for your own good. What's the use of writing those things? They are all fake and they are all made up stories. Our family is pragmatic. We must be down-to-earth in doing things. Don't always think about illusory things!"

"I said it, I didn't write it."

"Well, don't always blame us. It's not for you to write for your own good. Look at our family, even your sister will be able to take the exam for the main treatment next year. She is three years younger than you, and the promotion to the main treatment will be one year later."

"Okay, I get it."

“…”

The taste of the meal should be pretty good, but a few years ago, I no longer cared about the taste on the dining table.

So, Zhou Yan was more comfortable. No one would order him to tell him what he should do or what he should not do. He could live every day easily without worrying that someone would control his destiny.

Oh, no, if he is the character I created, then his fate is still under control and I...

So think about it, the people in the books I have written seem to be miserable people who are 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 books, and when I write plots, I can't help but interfere with them...

This seems to be a perfect closed loop, just like my home. No matter whether I like it or not, I like it or not, I can change it.

Unless... the person in the book can kill the author of the book by himself... haha, what am I thinking.

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

"Oh, sorry, then come to the beer bar." I said apologetically.

There are only two people in the bar, and I and the bartender. In this small town in the northeast, the bar is a rare place. Because of this, no one will visit here.

A full glass of wine was brought up, which was a little cool, but enjoyable.

"Do you know, I have written books."

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

"No, it's just about writing." I replied with a smile: "But I wrote about a bartender's character, and his bar is quite similar to that here."

"Is that true?"

"Yes, I wrote it last year...the previous year. The scene in my mind was exactly the same as the scene now. There were several tables, the lights were very dim, a bar, and even the bartender looked quite similar to you. Do you think this would be a coincidence?"

The bartender smiled and tickled his eyes: "I don't know, maybe this is the bar in your novel."

“Hahaha———Don’t mess around.”

"I haven't made a fuss. I've heard that you writers always like to put themselves into novels when writing. Sometimes I wonder if you occasionally have a moment of difficulty in telling whether you are in a book or in reality?"

I was stunned for a moment. The alcohol made my mind dizzy. I looked at the environment around the bar. It was really amazing. It was exactly the same as the bar I imagined.

But when did this small town open a bar?

I can't remember it, and in a dizzy state, I can't even tell whether I was Zhou Yan or the little doctor who was not very proud of life.

And just when I was drunk, the sound of the wind chime sounded again, and the door of the bar was pushed open.
Chapter completed!