Open a chic single chapter to prevent theft, Nima subscribed to no more than 100 yesterday!!

The layout of the Idler's Bar at the entrance of the town is the same as elsewhere: it is a large counter in the shape of a curved ruler on the street, and an ice machine is prepared in the cabinet, which can make cocktails at any time.

The workers left their work in the afternoon and evening, spending ten yuan each time to buy a glass of wine,—— which was more than 800 years ago, and now each glass is still ten yuan, but it is already all ice—standing outside the cabinet, drinking and resting, relaxing, and calmly spending a period of sage time.

If you are willing to spend an extra five yuan, you can buy a plate of tiger skin peanuts, or fried melon seeds, to make wine, if you get a dozen yuan, then you can buy a meat dish, fried dried fish or fontanelle chicken feet.

But most of these customers are poor writers, and they don't even have LV, and there is only one, and most of them are not so generous.

Only high-level people walked into the private room next door to the store, asking for wine, food, and girls, listening to the symphony and playing with the big sword and enjoying it slowly.

The shopkeeper also likes to read, and he doesn't want to give money to the starting point, so he thought of a way, that is, these writers can also exchange new chapters for wine, and if they don't have money, they can also owe it.

I've been a buddy here since I was 12 years old, and the shopkeeper said that my appearance was too low, and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to wait for senior customers, so I would do something outside.

Ordinary customers outside, although it is easy to talk, but there are also a lot of nagging and entanglement.

They often have to watch me pour wine with their own eyes, see if there is water in the glass, and see you add ice, and then rest assured - these people are all connoisseurs of mixed water!

Under this severe supervision, it is also difficult to mix more water.

Every time I want to scold MMP, you mix water every day when you write books, and I can't do it?

So a few days later, the shopkeeper said that I couldn't do this. Fortunately, the recommendation head is very affectionate, and he can't be dismissed, so he changed to a boring job that he specially signed in.

I've been standing at the counter all day long, in charge of my job. Although there is no dereliction of duty, I always feel a little monotonous and a little boring. The shopkeeper has a fierce face, and the patron is not very quiet, and he can't teach people to be lively, and only Kong Bruce can laugh a few times when he arrives at the store, so he still remembers.

Kong Bruce was a tall man, with a pale complexion, often with a few wrinkles, and a ragged beard.

Although the clothes are worn, they are flowery and torn, and they seem to have been changed from old sheets.

When he speaks to people, he is always full of rhythm and positive energy of the plot, which makes people half-understandable.

Because of his surname, others took inspiration from the horrors they often used in the city, and gave him the nickname Kong Bruce.

As soon as Kong Bruce arrived, all the drinkers looked at him and laughed, and some exclaimed, "Kong Bruce, you've been sprayed by readers again!"

He didn't answer, but said to the cabinet: "Cocktail, salted dried fish." Bookkeeping!"

They deliberately shouted again, "You must want to cut again!"

Kong Bruce's eyes widened and he said, "How can you smear people's innocence out of thin air...... I'm disciplined!"

"What innocence? Bullshit festival! I saw you in the group the day before yesterday saying that you wanted to cut, and you were hanged and beaten by your group members. ”

Kong Bruce blushed, the green tendons on his forehead bloomed, and argued, "It's the instability of the update, it's not to be cut, and it can't be considered a eunuch...... Open a new book...... It's a normal thing,......"

One after another, there are difficult words, such as "the subscription is not good", what "no one rewards", what "the average decline", "all look at piracy", etc., which caused everyone to laugh: the store was full of happy air inside and outside.

I heard people talk about it behind their backs, Kong Bruce used to be in business, but in the end he didn't get rich, and he couldn't cultivate immortals, so he became poorer and poorer, and he was about to beg for food.

Fortunately, I can also write, so I began to write on the Internet and change a bowl of rice to eat.

It's a pity that he has another bad temper, that is, he likes to stuff private goods into books, and after writing a few chapters, he begins to scold readers, and if he does it a few times, there are no more people who read books.

Kong Bruce had no choice, so he had to reopen a new book.

But among these writers, however, he was of better character than anyone else, that is, he never defaulted on chapters, and although he did not update them occasionally, and wrote them down for the time being, he would have paid them off within a month, and his name was wiped off the board.

After drinking half a glass of wine, Kong Bruce's flushed face gradually recovered, and the others asked, "Kong Bruce, do you really know how to write books? Why are you so watery?"

Kong Bruce looked at the person who asked him, and looked dismissive.

Then they said, "Why can't you even get a second grade?"

Kong Bruce immediately looked depressed and uneasy, his face covered in a gray color, and his mouth said something that was all MMPMMPMPP and the like,...... There is no civilization at all!

At this time, everyone also burst into laughter: the inside and outside of the store were filled with a cheerful air.

In these times, I can echo the laughter, and the shopkeeper will never blame.

And when the shopkeeper saw Kong Bruce, he asked him like this, which made people laugh.

Kong Bruce himself knew that he could not talk to them, so he had to talk to the child. He once said to me, "Do you want to write?"

I nodded slightly: "When I dream, ......."

He immediately spoke: "I want to write,...... I'll test you. How can it be mixed with water in the online article so that others can't see it?"

I thought, "Are people who are like begging worthy of me?"

Kong Bruce waited for a long time, and said very earnestly, "I can't write it?...... I'll teach you, remember! These are the ways to write them. When you can't survive in the future, you need to write a book. ”

I secretly thought that I was still far from the level where I wanted to die, and I could still get a thousand yuan a month, and it would be nice if you could get six hundred a month!

Funny and impatient, he lazily replied to him: "Whoever wants you to teach, the shopkeeper has taught me, that is, to make water into ice, isn't this just dry goods?"

Kong Bruce looked very happy, tapped the long nails of his two fingers on the counter, nodded and said, "Yes, yes...... But there are 100,000 kinds of ice making, you know?"

I grew impatient and walked away. Kong Bruce had just dipped his fingernails in wine and wanted to write on the counter, and when he saw that I was not enthusiastic, he sighed again, and looked very sorry.

"If you take water for ice, it's not the price of water, if you take carbon dioxide, that's the price of sparkling wine,...... he muttered.

On several occasions, the neighbor children laughed and surrounded Kong Bruce.

He gave each of them an ice: "Dry goods!"

After eating the ice, the child still did not disperse, and his eyes were looking at the cup.

Kong Bruce panicked, stretched out his five fingers to cover the cup, bent down and said, "Not much, I don't have much to save anymore." ”

Straightened up and looked at the cup again, shook his head and said, "Nima, this cover has become water again." ”

So the group of children scattered in laughter.

Kong Bruce is so happy, but without him, others would live like this.

One day, about two or three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the shopkeeper was slowly checking out, taking off the chalkboard, and suddenly said, "Kong Bruce hasn't been here for a long time." He still owes nineteen chapters of that book!"

I also think that he has not been here for a long time.

One of the drinkers said, "How could he come?...... He was a eunuch. ”

The shopkeeper said, "Oh!"

"He's still water. This time, it was I who fainted, and the plot was watered for a month in one day. Is this Nima a book written by a man?"

"What happened?"

"How about it? I wrote a testimonial first, then a single chapter, and then I was hung and beaten for most of the night, and then cut ***. ”

"And then?"

"Cut ***. ”

"What happens after you cut it?"

"How?...... Who knows? Maybe it's a change of vest. ”

The shopkeeper didn't ask anymore, and still slowly settled his account.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn breeze is getting cooler and cooler day by day, and it is almost early winter, and I have to wear woolen pants all day long by relying on the electric heater.

In the second half of the day, there was not a single customer, and I was sitting with my eyes closed. Suddenly, a voice was heard, "Cocktail on the rocks." ”

The voice was very low, but it was familiar. There was no one at all. Standing up and looking out, Hole Bruce sat down on the threshold under the counter.

He wore a torn jacket, crossed his legs, a pouch underneath, and hung it over his shoulders with straw ropes, and when he saw me, he said, "Cocktails with less ice." ”

The shopkeeper also stuck his head out and said, "Kong Bruce, did you still write that book before?!"

Kong Bruce replied with a dejected back, "This ...... I'll write it when I have time. Hurry up and give me wine. ”

The shopkeeper was still the same as usual, and said to him with a smile, "Kong Bruce, you have a bad grade!"

But this time he didn't argue very much, and just said, "Don't make fun of it!"

"Teasing, if you have good grades, how can you be like this?"

Kong Bruce whispered, "Personality, sex, sex......"

The look in his eyes was very much like begging the shopkeeper not to mention it again.

At this time, a few people had gathered, and they all laughed with the shopkeeper.

"You're going to write about sex, so are you so miserable?"

"Harmony... Write... Write... Write ......"

I mixed the wine, took it out, and put it on the threshold.

He took money out of his ragged pocket, put it in my hand, and when he saw that his hands were covered with mud, he came with this hand.

After a while, he finished drinking, and then sat down and walked slowly with this hand amid the laughter of others.

At such an age, it is not easy to practice this new ability, and I am disabled.

"Actually, just begging for food is better than writing a book!" someone said directly.

"That's it!"

"Why don't you go begging?"

"I guess I'm still lazy!"

"Not really, the main thing is that the competition is fierce, and there are a lot of people begging for food, and the few groups I entered, those who used to write books, have now changed their careers!"

"All went begging?"

"I've seen a lot of ,...... on the streets"

“......”

Since then, he has not seen Kong Bruce for a long time.

At the end of the year, the shopkeeper took off the chalkboard and said, "Kong Bruce still owes nineteen chapters of updates!"

By the Dragon Boat Festival of the second year, he said, "Kong Bruce still owes nineteen chapters of updates!"

I didn't say anything about it in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I didn't see him at the end of the year.

I haven't seen it until now - about Kong Bruce is indeed dead.

Written in the winter of 2018