Chapter 1424

Zhang Heng pointed to the half typed manuscript on the old typewriter.

"Is this your new book?"

"No, it's not my novel. In fact, it belongs to a friend of mine. I help him make some revisions and revisions, and he will pay me in return." Speaking of this, Lovecraft seemed to be a little ashamed and added in a hurry, "usually I don't accept money for these jobs, mainly because the situation at home is really difficult recently. By the way, did you say that you read my novel in the newspaper?"

"In fact, they're almost everywhere." Zhang Hengdao.

Lovecraft was at a loss.

But before he asked, Zhang Heng moved a chair from the side and put it in front of him, "let's talk about the novels you wrote."

"Ah, good," said love Kraft, as soon as he said of his novel, he changed his previous inflexibility and became fanatical. "What I'm writing It started with the horror stories my grandfather told me. They have opened a door for me. Before that, I have never seen other words that can mobilize human feelings so strongly. What's more interesting is that in most horror stories, the atmosphere before monsters appear is the most tense. So from a very young age, I was thinking, "what are we afraid of?"

"The oldest and strongest human emotion is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is the fear of the unknown." Zhang Hengdao.

"That's what I want to say!" Lovecraft said excitedly, "imagination, imagination is the key to all this. In my novels, I have always been committed to creating an atmosphere that can maximize the mobilization of imagination, rather than describing things that bring fear in a positive way. Because no matter how terrifying the thing you describe in words, it will never be more terrifying than the reader thinks. In addition, another trick is to make your article look as real as possible, and let the reader combine the novel with his own life. "

"It sounds very effective." Zhang Hengdao.

"I also think it should work, but I don't know why. My editor told me that I don't have many readers." Lovecraft said awkwardly, "actually, I can't pay for my aunt's living expenses with the manuscript fee alone. We have moved several times. Before, I didn't like to type with typewriter, because the noise it made made made it difficult for me to concentrate. Moreover, when I was writing, I used to draw some drafts on the manuscript paper, and I couldn't do it with the printer 。”

Lovecraft sighed, "but now, in order to pass more manuscripts, I'm also trying to type with typewriter. After all, we've moved several times. If we move again, we'll have to go to the slums."

"It's going to be a good start." Zhang Hengdao.

"I hope so."

Lovecraft said that there was a smile on his pale face, and then he opened the drawer of his desk and took out a half bottle of red wine.

"I didn't expect any guests at home, and I didn't have any preparation. This is my grandfather's red wine. At that time, my family was still prosperous, and I lived in a big mansion surrounded by servants, but now, all I have is this bottle of wine." Lovecraft laughed at himself.

"Why are there only you and your aunt and your parents at home?" Zhang Heng asked.

"My father He suffered from some mental illness. He collapsed in a hotel in Chicago, and then died in a mental hospital. My mother, who lived a little longer, died of illness. And not long after that, I met my wife in Boston, and we lived together for a few years, but eventually her hat went out of business, and we got divorced, and then Aunt Anne and I went back to Providence

When Lovecraft said this, there was another knock on the door. Then a strange expression appeared on his face and he said to himself, "aunt Anne asked me to have dinner again. It's strange. She called me fifteen minutes ago."

"Are you going to open the door first?" Zhang Heng took a glass from Lovecraft's hand and asked.

"No, aunt Anne will open the door." "I just need to focus on my creation," says Lovecraft

Not long after his voice fell, there was a sound of opening the door.

Then a dining car was pushed in. The waiter seemed to be used to the strange situation in the room. He didn't say a word during the whole process. After delivering the meal, he immediately pushed the dining car out of the room and closed the door before leaving.

"Come and have some." Lov Kraft said warmly, "as long as you don't dislike the rudeness of our food."

But Zhang Heng didn't get up.

He looked at the man in front of him and asked, "how long have you been suffering from mental illness? Is it inherited from your father?"

Lovecraft was stunned. A moment later, he gave a bitter smile. "How do you know, my father After I died, I was really depressed for a time. No, to be exact, during that time, my spirit would break down from time to time. I failed to finish my high school studies, so I didn't get into the university I wanted to go to. But now I feel much better. Dr. green has prescribed medicine for me, and I've been taking it. "Lovecraft pointed to a small medicine bottle on the table.

Zhang Heng opened his eyes, but he didn't know when it was already empty.

It's not surprising. Because of lov Kraft's face and living environment, his family has no money left at the moment, and he can't even eat enough. Of course, the medicine prescribed by the doctor is unreasonable, and he can still afford it.

In the last stage of his life, this horror novelist has reached the point of being at the end of his tether. At the same time, he has been suffering from mental problems. He may even be unable to tell what is reality and what is illusion, just like those believers who are gradually losing their sense under the influence of kesuru.

Zhang Heng suddenly understood how the monster in the ice city was born. He looked at the thin, sick faced horror novelist in front of him and said, "I don't need to eat. I have something else to do today."

Lovecraft's face darkened when he heard the words. Although he kept himself in the room all the time, he could see that he was eager for friends in his heart, especially those who would recognize him. Although he and Zhang Heng had only known each other for a short time, when Zhang Heng expressed his appreciation for his talent, he really planned to treat this stranger who met by chance as his own Zhang Heng has become a friend of his own, so when Zhang Heng refused his invitation to have dinner with him, he would feel extremely disappointed.

However, before he said anything, Zhang Heng said, "you said that you are helping other authors to change their articles. It happens that I have some writing problems. If it's not troublesome, can I continue to visit you after that?"

"Of course." Lovecraft was overjoyed.

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