Cangjie (jie) is a street writer, in the era when online literature has not yet risen, relying on good writing and brain holes, earned the first pot of gold in his life, since then, he plunged into the industry of online writers, and never returned.

Sent the last chapter to the author's backstage, Cangjie took off the headphones, shook the empty cup, and drank the large bottle of happy water he bought the day before yesterday, leaving an empty bottle and throwing it next to the computer desk.

Glancing at the dazzling numbers in the income column, Cangjie smiled bitterly and rubbed his stubble.

Half a year of forgetting to sleep and eat, staying up late to burst the liver, in exchange for a four-digit figure starting with five, more than half of which is still won by full attendance, on average, not even four digits per month.

Although this is a third-tier small city, the average salary is just over 2,000, but even if he goes out to move bricks to work, it should be better than this manuscript fee, if it weren't for the fact that this house is his own, and there is a compensation after his parents leave, he feels that he can't even afford to eat.

The most important point is to provide him with compensation for eating and waiting for death...... There is not much left, at most enough for him to live for another month, and if he can't solve the problem of livelihood within a month, he is afraid that he will have to go to the street to beg for food.

Since his parents died in a traffic accident three years ago, he has lived alone in this eighteen-square-meter two-room room.

When did you start coding words......

It was probably the summer vacation of the year he graduated from high school, and during the long summer vacation, some people worked and some people traveled, and he began to write novels.

The reason is that he is simply bored, looking for something to do, and after reading too much, he wants to try to write by himself, but what he didn't expect was that he actually became popular, not only bought a new mobile phone with the manuscript fee, but also filled the living expenses of half a year in college.

Well, don't mention it later......

Love writing novels?

Of course, I like it, watching the words I write become stories, and watching so many people follow the stories he writes, and my heart is surging.

He uses his pen to transport the reader to that world, bringing the protagonist's story before their eyes.

It's a very rewarding thing to do.

Originally, according to the order of the development of events, continue to write, not to mention that this book is a god, it is popular, at least it should be no problem to rely on novels to eat.

But...... The reality is always so unexpected and cruel.

His life ...... It collapsed three years ago.

His parents and relatives all left him in the car accident three years ago.

He turned all his anger, enthusiasm, and sadness into words and injected them into the novel as an escape from this cold reality.

The novel has become his sustenance, the reader's comments have become the motivation for him to persevere, and the unfinished novel has become the rope that hangs his life.

Pity...... Words that let go of oneself, full of anger, and full of grievances are obviously not favored.

No one likes to watch these, no one likes to watch the ordinary protagonist persevere, struggle, and finally die in sorrow.

The online article needs to be cool, and the reader needs to be cool, but Cangjie can't write it, and his novels will only make people more and more unhappy to watch, and they will pounce again and again.

Why can't I write it?

Cangjie also tried to write, writing that the protagonist was powerful, and that the protagonist pretended to be slapped in the face, but the more he wrote, the more he wanted to laugh.

Watching the protagonist wave his hand to destroy the opponent's family for the girl he likes, well, is it cool?

It's unpleasant, it's very mentally retarded.

Watching the protagonist pretend to be forced in front of his rival in love, he bought a whole building domineeringly, well, is it cool?

Still unpleasant, greasy, contrived and childish.

It's like a peacock with only a mating screen, which is very boring.

The final result of that novel is naturally even more powerful, not surprising.

Cangjie finally accepted his fate, wrote as always, pounced as always, and tried to change, but even he didn't know what else he could do besides writing novels?

Shaking his numb legs, Cangjie got up and went to the toilet to flush his face.

Living alone, single, and otaku life, the option of taking a bath has always been carried out when he thinks of it, so much so that he has now forgotten how many days he hasn't taken a bath, the man in the mirror, his hair has not been cut for a long time, it has grown to the back of his neck, his teeth and claws, curly nodules, his beard has also emerged like a fast-growing weed, and there is a dried eye feces hanging in the corner of his eye.

The decadent-looking life is like a sharp brother.

The cold water hit his face, which made his drowsy mind sober up a lot, and his face with water droplets was raised, and his face was a lot whiter, but he still couldn't stop the frustration that he had been exposed from staying up all night that day.

Cangjie, you're a waste!

A fist slammed into the edge of the sink, splashing two or three drops of water.

Cangjie stared at his bloodshot eyes and looked at himself in the mirror fixedly.

What is such a life like?

can't describe it, has nothing to do, is useless, like a moth in a rice tank, and is a waste person in society.

Hiding in the shadow of his parents to enjoy himself, he refuses to take a step out even though he has hands and feet, dreams of getting rich through novels, and finally consumes himself to the point of starvation.

Two villains pinched each other in their heads, one was spitting frantically, hoping to wake up the waste lying on the ground and waiting to die, the other was lying down, you scolded and let you scold, I didn't move, my left ear went in and out of my right ear.

At the end of the day, it's just a very real problem.

Money......

In such a state of life, if you can earn millions a year, no one will criticize him, just like the difference between you playing games on the computer and earning money and not earning money.

You play well, a professional player, an anchor, with a monthly income of more than 10,000 yuan, people praise a successful career, you play well, you can't make money, and people scold a plaything and lose your mind.

It's realistic, and no one is to blame.

Delusional book to seal God, this book is ten thousand orders, and the monthly income is one million.

Well, doing it every night, you can call it a dream, or you can call it, a fantasy.

To be honest, the motivation to persevere, maybe there was a shadow of a dream, but now, more of it is still unwilling.

I don't want to admit my failure, I don't want to give up halfway after putting in so much, I stick to it, and I will definitely ...... in the future

The typical gambler's psychology is to add to it one by one, trying to turn the tables in vain, but in the end he loses all his money.

After three years, what is he doing?

Give up? Or try again?

Will it continue or will it change?

Several options went back and forth in his head.

The thought of change had just risen, and it was dispelled by a wave of his hand.

Man is a social animal, and when a person has been at home for a long time and begins to lose touch with society, he has gradually been afraid of change and refuses to communicate with the outside world.

To put it simply, it's autism.

He couldn't imagine the life he was living in the present.

has a lot of friends, has a girl who accompanies him left and right, and everything he goes out to do is to call friends, lively and lively, very enviable.