Nothing, everything.

Sometimes, Yang Yunruo doesn't feel that he has crossed over with a golden finger, but like a moth who does nothing. What crossing, what gold finger is fake. Thinking that when others cross, the purple air comes to the east, and the fortune is the head, you can meet nobles when you go out, and you can meet big coffee when you eat. My life is really boring and boring, just like struggling in a pile of sawdust. Compared to them, they are really useless.

Every time he dreams back at midnight, Yang Yun has never imagined that he can rise up. It's like the protagonist of the middle crossing.,It's like playing an online game.,As long as you choose according to the right choice.,To click.,You can score all the way.,And yourself,It seems that every time you are dying on the wrong choice.。

Back at the apartment, the quiet corridor is like a deep tunnel, and even the lights are starting to glow green, eerie. Walking slowly, I thought that I had experienced a reincarnation, from birth to death, and then to death.

Why should others have to cross with the wind and the rain, why should they be alone? Everyone is the same crossing, and their own gold fingers are no better than simple soul wearing? At least they still bring things with them, and they don't have to take out the earth's things like them and rely on their brains to recall, but they can copy a lot of them. Their reproductions are god-like at best, but they can be as they are.

Although I don't know what the reason for the failure is, in the final analysis, I just didn't work hard enough. Hard work will always be rewarded, what I have to do now is to work hard, work hard to plagiarize, practice voice, and perform. From the inside out, from the outside to the inside, work hard in all directions, persevere, and you will always come out. It's just that...... Thinking of this, Yang Yunruo's heart was a little abrupt, and his original ambition was defeated at this moment.

He has always been a practitioner of three-minute heat. It's always full of vitality when that breath is there, but this breath is like the air that fills the balloon, and the balloon that is sealed will run out of gas one day.

The rapid decay of his qi made Yang Yunruo feel even more like a waste, and he couldn't even hold on. Just like every time you decide to quit masturbating, there are always some people and things that make you involuntarily. No matter how loud the slogan is, it can't resist the consumption of the ** bones.

But this time, no matter what. Even if it is for the sake of his own future, for Yun Yao, and for the sake of that sweet woman, he should persevere, at least until he can't hold on.

Yun Yao is gone, her songs are completely blocked, no one comes to her for filming, there are no variety shows and other announcements, and even the scripts she submitted are suppressed. But even if there is nothing now, so what, I still have a golden finger.

That's right, Goldfinger.

Yang Yunruo opened the goldfinger computer, opened the newly bought computer, skillfully opened the document, and plagiarized word by word. No, it shouldn't be said to be plagiarism, it's creation, for the world, he is creating.

The night is long, even the crazy and noisy young people who like the nightlife are still at this time like tired birds returning to their nests, although not necessarily returning to their own nests, but they must have gone to a resting place.

The original colorful lights also dissipated, and the world slowly returned to darkness. It seems that the world is originally dark, and the light is just the struggle of unwilling people.

Yang Yun stood up, opened the curtains, opened the window, and a cool breeze blew through his stiff fingers, as well as the unobstructed neck, making him shiver. Since there is nothing left, then start all over again. How many people have crossed over from scratch, compared to what they were at the beginning, they are now considered to have some achievements.

Yes, start all over again. Yang Yunruo unscrewed the drink on the table and poured a few sips, because he drank too violently, he couldn't help but burp twice. picked up the guitar from the side, which I bought when I was in Xiangnan, and it was originally given to Zhao Yinger, but it turned out to be back in my hands, which can be regarded as a kind of fate.

Turn on the camera and turn on recording. Yang Yunruo played and sang softly:

"All the honors yesterday

It has become a distant memory

Half of my life has been spent hard

Tonight is again in the wind and rain

I can't go with the flow

For the sake of my loved ones

No matter how hard it is, you must be strong

Just for those looking forward to the eyes

If the heart is in a dream, it is there

There is still true love between heaven and earth

Look at success or failure, and be heroic in life

It's just a matter of starting all over again......"

Yes, start all over again. It's not just a reminder to yourself, a comfort to yourself, but it's not an alternative declaration of war. Even if I have nothing now, I can afford to lose, I can't fight, so I have to start all over again.

Every time I sing it, I have a different feeling, and every time I sing it, I can find my own shortcomings. sang and recorded several times in a row, but Yang Yunruo was not too satisfied. If it had been before, when Yun Yao hadn't disbanded, maybe he would have thought about excellence and put it off. But today Yun Yao has failed and has dissipated. It seemed that a voice in the darkness told him that after all, Xu sent it out today. After thinking about it, Yang Yunruo still sent out the song he recorded for the first time and put it on his Weibo homepage.

Gently clicking send, Yang Yunruo couldn't help but laugh slightly. I still remember that when I used to do design, the leader often had a lot of ideas and creativity for you to constantly revise the design draft, and when you did it for the nth time, when the time node was approaching, the leader would often tell you, use the original. I hated such a leader at the time, and I had nothing to do, but I didn't think that I also had such a habit.

"Ding Dong ......" a prompt pulled Yang Yunruo back to reality, and the video had been sent. Fortunately, although the major music websites have blocked themselves, Weibo has not banned themselves from logging in, and they can still weakly make a little noise of their own.

It's early in the morning, and it's a new day. On a new day, there will always be a new atmosphere.

found out Liu Tao's contact information for his "Story Collection", directly added a reply waiting for that side, and sent out part of the plagiarized manuscript tonight in his email, if he wants others to go through the back door, he always needs strength to support it, because after all, he is not Yang Yunruo's person, and people are just looking at Liu Tao's face to give a certain cover.

Walk into the bathroom, turn on the hot water, and take a hot shower.

Good night and good dreams. 8)