The old goose is not so crazy after all, he is in his forties, he will not easily stay up all night for anything, not to mention, he has a lot of manuscript fees, the salary at work is also considerable, and the family also has a house and a car, although he also has the motivation to make money, but it is definitely not strong enough to code words all night.

After 12 o'clock in the evening, he forced himself to code another chapter, and went back to his bedroom to sleep before half past one.

Although the villa is good, life is more important!

……

The next morning, the old goose came to work in the unit.

After making a cup of tea and bringing it into his office, he turned on the computer, and he habitually logged in to his QQ first to see if anyone left a message for him.

Sure enough, after QQ boarded, the QQ avatar flashed non-stop, and someone really left him a message.

He clicked on the flashing QQ avatar a few times, and then several chat boxes popped up.

The first thing he saw was a message from his friend, Oni Dance.

Ghost Dance,It's also one of the authors of the starting point of the city.,Old Goose met him at the author's annual meeting at the starting point last year.,Because they're both authors of the urban channel.,The two chatted a little more.,And then slowly became friends.。

They are not estranged from each other because they are competitors.

When they chatted together, they had a good time with each other, and they had a lot of topics in common, and they also exchanged a lot about urban writing, and they were quite fruitful for each other.

The old goose saw that the ghost dance sent him a message at 7 o'clock this morning.

Ghost Dance: "Brother, you're too useless, aren't you? Being overturned by a newcomer for two months in a row? Hurry up and take back the monthly ticket list! It's too embarrassing!"

The old goose frowned.

Knocked over by a newcomer for two months in a row?

What do you mean?

He had doubts in his heart, and at the same time, he also had a bad premonition.

He hurriedly landed at the starting point and found the starting point city monthly ticket list.

The next second, he was speechless.

1, "My Decathlon" - 448

2, "My Big Star Girlfriend" - 411

……

Overnight, "My Decathlon" blew him up again.

Lao Tzu stayed up late last night to add a new chapter!

He was very unhappy, but he was also a little helpless, he didn't have to look at it, he could guess that the newcomer called "My Old Sun" must have exploded again.

The world's martial arts are invincible, but is it fast and not broken?

This characteristic of the online article made him quite speechless.

At the beginning of this month, it was blown up by this book, can it be taken back later?

He was silent for a while before replying to Ghost Dance: "Are you ready for a new book? After you finished your last book, you have been off for a few months, and you still haven't opened a new book?"

Ghost Dance replied quickly, "It's already been sent! ”

The old goose raised his eyebrows, "It's already been sent, it's still urban, right? What about the title of the book? Throw me a link!"

Ghost Dance: "Well, it's still urban, you can read the title of the book yourself!"

Immediately, Ghost Dance threw a link to a web page, and the old goose clicked on the link casually, and the page of the browser jumped, and soon the page of a new book jumped out.

Title: "Evil Spirit"

……

Sun Quan, who once again topped the monthly ticket list of the starting point, was in a good mood all day, and the data of "My Decathlon" really increased a lot, every time he refreshed the page of the book, or the author's background, he could see that the data was constantly rising.

He has a hunch that as long as he can sit firmly in the first place on the urban monthly ticket list for a month, his manuscript fee in December will definitely rise sharply.

It's just that if you want to sit firmly for the first month, the difficulty will definitely not be small, and other books on the list will definitely try to blow him up.

He had a sense of crisis in his heart, but he was not afraid of challenges, he turned this pressure into the motivation of the code word, and began to sit at the bar early in the morning to code the word.

"My Decathlon" was written before he was reborn, the later the plot, the clearer he remembers, plus the detailed outline he has at hand is very detailed, and the speed of writing the text is really fast, a chapter of 3,000 words of paid chapters, he has often finished it within an hour recently.

Such a hand speed gave him confidence.

In the evening, Yuan Shuiqing arrived as promised and came to his store to sit at the bar for him.

As the closing time of the evening drew closer, Sun Quan's heart gradually began to become nervous.

For he had happily decided yesterday to take her back tonight, to try to hold her hand, to test her true heart—to be willing to associate with him...... Still unwilling to ......

Yesterday's decision was very pleasant, but I didn't know that after holding her hand tonight, the consequences would be unpleasant......

That's why he's nervous.

Because of this nervousness, his state of coding words is getting worse and worse, and it is becoming more and more difficult to concentrate.

When he found that the words he typed out were getting more and more watery and nonsense, he stopped continuing to code words in time, thought about it, and deleted all the hundreds of words that came out of the water.

At this time, when the end of work was approaching, there were no customers in the store, and Yuan Shuiqing, who was sitting next to him, caught a glimpse of his sudden deletion of a large paragraph of text, and then noticed his abnormal expression, and he frowned, as if he was distracted.

A look of doubt flashed in her eyes, but she didn't ask anything.

When the time passed 9 o'clock, and after the last customer in the store also paid the bill and left, Sun Quan suddenly got up and shouted to the kitchen: "Master Liu!

At the same time, he also shouted to Qu Li, who was cleaning up the table in the front hall.

Yuan Shuiqing glanced at him and silently packed up his things.

After a few minutes, the shop closed.

Liu Guangfu and Qu Li left after work, Sun Quan and Yuan Shuiqing went out tacitly, locked the door, and then stood side by side on the side of the road waiting for a taxi.

At night in December, when the temperature is already very low, a cold wind blows and can give you goosebumps on your skin.

Yuan Shuiqing was wearing a fuchsia windbreaker, long hair shawl, under the cold moonlight, when Sun Quan quietly glanced at her, he could see a hazy halo on her face, and he felt that she was a little more beautiful than during the day.

He habitually stood on his left hand, and at this time his right hand, which hung down on the side of his leg, was about to move, and the corner of his eye quietly glanced at her left hand in the pocket of his trench coat, and he was a little helpless...... Do you want to reach into her pocket and take her hand? It's embarrassing, isn't it?

He leaned forward slightly, glanced at her right hand, and if her right hand was outside, he was ready to quietly move to her right side, and then try to take her right hand.

He caught a glimpse of her right hand indeed outside her pocket, but he didn't get happy.

Because she was carrying a bag in her right hand, if he had gone over to hold it, the picture would be very strange - holding her hand carrying the bag......

Just when he was disappointed, Yuan Shuiqing's left hand inserted in the pocket of his windbreaker suddenly took it out.

Sun Quan's eyes lit up, his heart jumped, and his right hand, which was already about to move, subconsciously grabbed it, and grabbed the left hand that she had just taken out of her pocket.

At that moment, his heart was beating faster and his heart was very worried.

Yuan Shuiqing, on the other hand, was stunned, looked at his left hand in surprise, blinked, and then looked at him with a smile.