PS: This is anti-theft content, for the sake of livelihood, no, in order to be able to write down, please forgive me! Modify back to the normal chapter in ten minutes! Please read it in half an hour. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

PS: This is anti-theft content, for the sake of livelihood, no, in order to be able to write down, please forgive me! Modify back to the normal chapter in ten minutes! Please read it in half an hour.

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The journey of dreams is not necessarily bumpy, but it is very difficult to persevere, people with dreams will have a time to waver, in the end, success is no longer important, the important thing is still persistent......

At the end of July, the summer is hot, and the nights are extremely hot.

Knock knock~~

A young man with pale and yellowish skin and messy hair opened the door.

"Xiao Wang is at home? It's the beginning of the month, and it's time to pay last month's rent. The one who spoke was the landlord, a middle-aged man in his forties, named Zhang Li, bald, and he was also the owner of the mahjong parlor downstairs.

"It's the landlord, the rent, this, wait for me for a week, and my manuscript fee will arrive on the 10th. Wang Xiu touched the frame of his glasses on the bridge of his nose, lowered his head, and couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

"Tsk, I said, Xiao Wang, what kind of Internet writer are you, young, what kind of profession is not good, just want to do this? You have to drag the rent of 500 yuan a month, really, you are 25 this year, you are not married, you don't have a girlfriend, what is the matter, really, don't do this if you don't have this talent, can't you endure hardship? What words do you hide at home every day, you are not diligent on all four feet, and you don't divide the grains, I know, is it because this line can be lazy, you don't have to go to work, right? You can earn three or four thousand a month by moving bricks on the construction site, you see, what kind of online writer are you, don't enter the stream, how much can you earn in a month? You can't even pay the rent, you ......"

"Landlord, in a week, the rent will be given to you, you can wait if you want, if you don't want me to move out tomorrow, don't say it, okay?"

"Hey, let's talk about you are still angry, Chengcheng, I am not an unreasonable person, you have also lived with me for a year and a half, you are an old resident, I will wait for you for another week. ”

"But, Xiao Wang, listen to me, you don't have the talent, don't do this, change careers, young people are greedy and lazy, how can you do it if you are afraid of hardship, you might as well move bricks, although it is hard, at least earn money." ”

Bang!

When the landlord left, Wang Xiu closed the door heavily, and infinite loneliness and hesitation haunted him.

Wang Xiu turned around and returned to the room, staring fiercely out of the window, gritting his teeth and slamming his fist on the table.

For a long time, he could only sigh, close his eyes and slump weakly in his chair.

"Do I really not have the talent and spirituality?"

It's been four months since the old book was finished, but Wang Xiu's new book still hasn't come out, and the editor said that he has no spirituality, and the manuscript of the new book he wrote is mediocre, no cool points, no rhythm, and he can't even pass the internal signature.

In the four months of confusion, Wang Xiu didn't know what to do, conceived, deleted, and overhauled the content of the new book, trying his best to come up with new ideas, but his daily life could only rely on finishing the old book, and the old book manuscript fee of less than 1,000 yuan per month plus some previous savings to survive.

It's so bleak that now he can't even afford to pay the rent.

"In the anime Dream Eater, it is said that drawing manga is a gamble, so writing a novel is not a gamble, and I am also such a dream eater, but who am I based on? Is it Mashiro or his uncle Nobuhiro Mashiro? or neither?"

"If I continue like this, what will my result be, will I die of overwork like Nobuhiro Mashiro, maybe so, it must be so...... What's the point of ending like that......"

Wang Xiu recalled his confusion in the past four months.

In the summer, in addition to his laptop, there is only a small fan bought for dozens of dollars left next to the socket behind him, but the hot air is fanning, and the person is drowsy.

Wang Xiu closed his eyes, stroked his right hand on his eyelids and kneaded them carefully, and after a while, he opened his eyes, stood up and walked to the window, wanting to breathe a little night breeze to see if he could blow away some of the boredom and paleness in his heart.

"Oh, that's ?...... Belch...... Is it a meteorite fragment? I haven't heard of a meteor shower lately......."

Wang Xiu saw a dim golden meteor rushing straight towards him from the window, he staggered back two steps in a little panic, he didn't want to be crushed to death by meteorite fragments.

As soon as the dim golden meteor entered the room, it slid in an arc and sank into the center of his eyebrows, and it was useless for him to block it with his hands in a panic, like an illusory thing, through a pair of fleshy palms.

A thin stream like a clear spring spread out in the center of his brow, and at that moment, he felt his soul, under the infusion of this clear spring trickle, more real than ever.

I only felt that in my mind, a clear stream suddenly turned hot, wrapped in such a flow of energy, his consciousness began to blur, and his eyes were black and fainted. When I woke up again, it was already early in the morning, could these be hallucinations?

Then a mechanical sound turned on.

"Drip ......"

The wind moves, the window moves, the heart moves, the people move, the people are gone......

Yes, the routine is coming.

Everything is a routine, and the system of routines is possessed, so will the future be a routine future?

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World: Unknown (Temporarily Unknown)

Time, 1998, Heisei 10, December 1.

Location, Tokyo, Shinjuku-ku, Kabukicho Ichiban Street.

The figures, four or five unscrupulous gangsters dressed strangely, behaving strangely, and with fierce expressions, surrounded a silent young man. It seems like some bullying is about to happen.

Kabukicho is one of Tokyo's largest entertainment centers, with a bustling entertainment venue, movie theaters, video game halls, bars, and more, and it is a standard city that never sleeps.

It is also a world-famous tourist destination, receiving a large number of tourists every year.

"Nani?!Why didn't you speak?well?!You just bumped into me, understand?You, you need to pay me, hurry up!?Why don't you speak?Are you looking down on us?bastard!" The leader is a head with a spider tattoo on the left side of his face.

"Tanaka-kun, he shouldn't be a dumb person, right?" said the younger brother behind him impatiently.

"How is it possible?!Even if you are dumb, you have to compensate me today?" Shinji Tanaka replied angrily

"But if he doesn't speak, won't he hear what we say?" ”

"Bastard, fight first!"