In a rented house in a neighborhood not far from the hotel, in the dim light, a chubby woman is meditating on the keyboard.

On the bed next to her, a three-year-old child was making a fuss, and next to the child lay a shirtless man, playing a game of chicken.

The child's crying almost overturned the roof, and the man should not hear it, so he continued to play, and the child continued to cry for three minutes, and the man lost the chicken, threw the mobile phone on the bed, and scolded the woman.

"Don't you hear the child crying like this?"

The woman turned around, her face full of displeasure, "I'm working, can't you hug him?"

Hearing this, the man raised his eyebrows and glared, "I came back from work all day and was tired to death, and taking care of children was originally your woman's job!"

The woman pointed to the needle in her hand and argued with red eyes, "I've had a child for a day, and I still have a fever and cold, and my books have been broken for many days, so you can't help me?"

The man was upset by what she said, stood up and strode over to the woman, raised his hand and pushed the woman's second-hand laptop to the ground, and cursed.

"Write, write, write, you know! You can't make much money in a month, and your child can't even take care of crying! What is the picture of staying up late and suffering!"

"All the manuscript fees I earned last month were subsidized for my family, and the money you gave last month was not enough for my family, what should I do if I don't make money!" Before the woman's voice fell, the man couldn't listen anymore, turned around and walked out.

Wu Yan was almost mad.

Thinking that she has been married to him naked, she has endured hardships and hardships, even if she has children, she has to do some part-time jobs to earn meager living expenses, this man actually treats her like this!

The man slammed the door and left.

Wu Yan looked at the mess all over the ground, and the children who were crying and scared stupid, looking at the broken computer, feeling that her life was gloomy.

It wasn't the computer that was broken, it was her shattered dream.

Looking at the dilapidated home and the ignorant children, Wu Yan was disheartened, and at this moment there seemed to be a voice in her heart that kept saying, what is the point of continuing to write like this.

Standing at the top, it is always those few people, and the masses at the bottom of the tower like her can only be used as a stepping stone for others, and it is useless to write for many years.

Wu Yan was upset, so she heard her son crying.

"Eat ice, eat ice..."

There is no air conditioning at home on a hot day, children feel hot, they just want to eat some ice to press, there is not even a refrigerator at home, and they can only go out to buy if they want to eat.

I went out with my son in my arms and walked aimlessly in the community, trying to find a supermarket with an open door and buy an ice cream for my son.

The supermarket in the community closed very early for some reason today, Wu Yan led the crying child to stand at the door, the child was lying on the ground rolling and crying, and he couldn't get up without ice cream.

Wu Yan was haggard, squatting on the ground and unable to drag her son, thinking about books that had not been updated for many days, desperate dreams, buried her head in her knees, and cried with her son.

Every adult collapse begins with being powerless against reality.

Wu Yan was crying, and suddenly heard that her son stopped crying.

Wu Yan hurriedly looked up and saw a little boy in flower pants holding two boxes of ice cream in his hands and handing one to her son with a smile.

The child is beautiful like a delicate doll, although she is dressed a little dirty, but her temperament is different at first glance, her skin is fair and polite, like a child of a rich family.

"Don't just eat other people's things!" Wu Yan wanted to snatch the ice cream from her son's hand, but when she saw that her son had already taken a big bite, her little face with tears instantly smiled.

Wu Yan was so angry that she wanted to beat him, but was stopped by a smiling beauty.

"There is no need to be so atmospheric when children share snacks with each other. ”

This beauty is none other than Chen Xi.

Xi Ye asked Mei Jiu to find Wu Yan's residence, and brought his son over to sneak into her house with a divine body, but he didn't expect to meet Wu Yan with the child coming out, and heard that her son kept crying for ice cream, so he got the two out of the space.

"I'm sorry, I'll give you money. Wu Yan blushed, she looked at the ice cream as if it was not cheap, and she didn't know if the money she brought out was enough.

"It doesn't matter, it's a waste for my son to buy too much and not finish eating. Chen Xi gave Dan Dan a look, and Dan Dan dragged the little boy to the sand pit on the side to eat and play.

Wu Yan saw that the child was having fun, so she could only sit on the side and wait, Chen Xi sat next to her, and the two chatted.

Chen Xi is good at chatting, Wu Yan is bored in her heart, and when she meets a stranger who can chat, she simply expresses the bitterness and boredom in her heart.

Chen Xi can already feel the suppressed heart of the original author from the world of fast wearing, no matter how much the author wants to hide her true heart, her emotions will more or less permeate the work.

Chen Xi just felt that the original author was too depressed, the male protagonists of each plane were more or less violent, and he was helpless and desperate everywhere, and he saw that she had been broken for so long, so he came over to take a look.

She and Mei Jiu had plans to take their son to play for a few days, and at the same time come to this world for a vacation and look at Wu Yan, killing two birds with one stone.

Although he had been mentally prepared, hearing Wu Yan talk about her experience, Xi Ye was still very sad.

This is a parallel world, just like the world where Xi Ye is located, there are tens of millions of online literature practitioners, and Wu Yan is one in 10 million.

It's just that her luck is not as good as that of Xi Ye, and she has written a few books that have not been popular, which is also a true portrayal of tens of millions of online writers.

Of course, the major platforms are willing to promote how decent their god authors are, luxury cars and villas, but that is just a rarity.

There are more ordinary authors like Wu Yan who earn three or two thousand or even less.

Wu Yan and her husband are married naked, her husband does the lowest level of physical work, going out early and returning late every day, the young couple has no old man to help, the children are still young and no one takes care of them, Wu Yan can only quit her job to concentrate on taking care of the children.

Take the child during the day and code the word at night, although the income is not much, it is her greatest pleasure, every time the manuscript is paid, she can lead her son to eat some big meals that she is usually reluctant to buy.

It's just that the poor couple mourns everything, she is really tired.

Her husband doesn't help with anything at home, she has to be busy with the children and housework, take time to code Braille, and from time to time she is disgusted by her husband, saying that she only cares about writing these "things", and the children are not good enough.

Leaving the ups and downs of the plot in the book, the reality is not magnificent, it is all chicken feathers.

At the end, Wu Yan cried.

"You may laugh at me for not being able to do anything, laughing at me for not having any dreams as an ordinary housewife, but I really like to write books, and although I don't have many readers, I really don't want to give up, but I'm really tired. ”

Wu Yan broke down and cried, crying for a while and feeling that she shouldn't pass on her negative emotions to strangers, she looked up and just wanted to say sorry, but she was hugged by the warm Xiye.

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