The world view of "Purple Moon in the Sky" is very grand, there are many maps, and the characters appear one after another.

In order to write this book well, he forgot to sleep and eat, so that his life and rest fell into a disordered situation.

During the day, the fireworks of life affected his thoughts, and inspiration always chose to strike suddenly in the middle of the night.

He is a serious writer, and when he is inspired, he gets excited, writes down his ideas in a small notebook, on his mobile phone, and on the computer, and applies them to his articles.

He often used the night as the day, because the night calmed the noise of the day.

And during the day, he is a lazy cat who falls into a deep sleep in his bed.

For a long time, he suffered from insomnia.

It is only in the middle of the night that he has a soul, which is relaxed, at ease, and has vitality.

During the day, he was tired, sleepy, and emaciated.

Whenever others complimented him on how good he was, he would smile bitterly in his heart.

Everyone only saw his success and wanted to be like him, but no one was willing to put in the same effort as him.

The long-term insomnia made his body lose weight rapidly, the dark circles under his eyes became more and more serious, and the readers' urgings and discussions made him feel more and more psychologically stressed, and tens of thousands of updates every day invisibly consumed his already fragile vitality.

Three days before going to Hanghu City, in order to adjust his state and not let his friends worry about seeing his haggard and messy appearance, he specially set an alarm clock, got up at half past eight in the morning, and went to bed at eight o'clock in the evening. Go out to climb in the morning and come back in the afternoon to write a novel. Take a bath at night, read a book, and go to bed.

No matter how readers scold him these days, he admits it.

After three days, he felt better, but he also found a great sense of loneliness.

Living alone in a huge new house, with no real friends, no family, and just endless stress.

Can't find a place to vent, can't find a place to confide.

When he came to Hanghu City, he talked to Lin Shang about his recent situation, and Lin Shang persuaded him that books are secondary, and the body is more important than books.

He said: "You've won so many honors, don't fight hard, in case you put yourself in it, it's not good." ”

Lin Shang also persuaded him that he could find a friend in reality, go out to drink tea and exercise together, but it was really not good, and it was okay to sign up for a cooking training class.

Ying Zeyu smiled bitterly twice. In this lonely city, he doesn't know who else has a common soul and a common dream with him.

Until he met Gu Xiaoni.

Seeing her writing a book, he felt angry and funny.

From her clumsy appearance, he saw the self who was seriously coding in the bedroom.

But...... The second time they met, she didn't recognize herself.

Thinking about it, it is also normal that the second meeting and the first meeting, with a gap of two months, she does not remember a stranger.

After writing today's manuscript, it was only seven o'clock in the evening.

Walking into the study, the shelves were full of his books.

The long, white fingers slid gently over the book, as if traveling through frozen time.

A book fixes the time on the bookshelf and turns it into a memorial that belongs to him.

Today I wrote five thousand, high-intensity pressure, during this time, he really can't bear it.

After Gu Xiaoni took care of the company's affairs, she returned home, tired and half dead.

Although she didn't live a day and night reversal, her daily shifts also made her exhausted.

Taobao customer service is an energy-consuming thing, dealing with customers all day long, and it is very busy.

If you reply a little slowly, you will be easily scolded by customers.

This line of work is not as simple as imagined.

In order not to be abandoned by the industry when she was old, she made Plan B.

Plan B is ...... Write novels.

If she succeeds one day, she will no longer have to bury her head in front of the computer every day, replying to those dazzling messages.

It was the last light in her heart.

But even the last beam of light has to be deeply hit.

Why is his mouth so poisonous! If you don't know the efforts of others, you can say that others can't do it, are all the great gods so arrogant and arrogant!

She clicked on Lao Ying's "Purple Moon in the Sky" and found that in the past two days, he had only written 5,000 words a day, and she was suddenly amazed.

It's also known as a walking codeword, and now it's just more than 5,000 words.

Besides, he's a full-time writer, and he always has more time than her, so she still has to work!

Click on the comment area, and the team is all urging the change.

Looking at the full number of comments, Gu Xiaoni was envious and jealous.

When will so many people comment on her!

Ay......

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After a month, Gu Xiaoni finally sorted out the outline.

After saving 30,000 manuscripts, she sent the book.

The first thing after the book was released was not to ask for investment in new books, nor to promote new books in the group, but to open Weibo and send a link to the new book to Lao Ying in a private message.

"Hello God, this is my new book, if you want to be bored, you can take a look, if you have any questions, you can just ask. ”

Lao Ying is swimming in the gymnasium, and in hot weather, swimming is the best sport.

During this month, he recuperated.

When I first started climbing the mountain, I was already tired halfway up the mountain.

Now, not only can he climb to the top of the mountain, but his mental condition is much better than before.

At least I wasn't sleepy during the day and I was able to sleep at night.

Hey, people's problems are really caused by tired work.

As long as you don't work anymore, everything will be fine.

Despite the cost, it was worth it.

The urging brigade had already lined up from the Atlantic to the Pacific Ocean, and the blades in his message area were all box by box.

But that doesn't prevent the joy of not coding words surrounds him.

In addition, he also has a stray dog, and he can't finish shoveling every day, so how can he think about code words.

Teasing the dog is the right choice.

After swimming, I got dressed, sat in the locker room, opened Weibo, received a private message from Gu Xiaoni, and clicked in to take a look.

His brows were furrowed, staring at the screen, refusing to let go of any detail in the text.

Rigorous and attentive.

I haven't seen her for a month, but she actually learned the routine, and she used the plot of conflict to whet people's appetite at the beginning.

Although the plot is very old-fashioned, it has to be said that she has improved.

She wrote "My Sweet Wife", a very typical president article.

"It's a cliché but not outdated routine. ”

He pursed his lips, sighed slightly, and said.

If you taste it carefully, her writing is actually good, and if she loses in the rhythm of the plot, if the rhythm is a little faster and the description is more accurate, the effect will be better.

He put his phone away and prepared to go home and read it slowly.