Lying flat on the bed, looking at the ceiling, Zhuang Yan's mood was complicated.

He didn't know if he would enter Fugui's perspective like last night after he fell asleep now.

In fact, he was more expectant about this matter, which was a wonderful experience, and it didn't seem to do him any harm.

Turning over and turning out the light, Zhuang Yan breathed a long sigh of relief, allowing himself to remain as calm as possible and enter the dream as soon as possible.

But with complicated feelings, Zhuang Yan couldn't sleep for a long time, so he could only lie on the bed and count the sheep, and he didn't know how many sheep he counted before he fell asleep.

……

Fugui woke up from his bed again, as usual every day, and after he had washed up, he went out of the house, just in time to see his father sitting in the doorway.

"Dad, it's early. Fugui said.

His dad glanced at him and snorted through his nose, "Fooling around again?"

Unexpectedly, Fugui said brightly, "I won't mix it up now, I'm doing business." ”

His father asked, "What business?"

Before he finished speaking, his father took off his cloth shoes and hit Fugui, Fugui hid, and finally squeezed his father's hand and said, "Dad, forget the fuck." For the sake of what you can grasp, let you go, you fucking forget it. ”

His father was so angry that he trembled: "Son." ”

Fugui said, "Fuck you." ”

……

The story ended when Fugui gambled in the Qinglou and lost all his family property.

Zhuang Yan also woke up from the dream again, he shook his head, and he didn't wash up, so he ran to the computer and opened the computer, clicked on the web page, entered the account number, and began to edit the text:

My family originally had 200 acres of land, but my father lost more than 100 acres when he was young. Since I gambled, I really wanted to glorify my ancestors, and I wanted to earn back the more than 100 acres of land that my father had lost.

This morning, my dad asked me what I was doing, and I said to him:

"Don't fool around now, I'm in business. ”

He asked, "What business?"

……

After a fight with my dad, I went to the city again, found my favorite fat JN, and told her to carry me shopping.

My father-in-law, Boss Chen of Mihang, stood behind the counter in a black silk shirt. I passed by, grabbed Jinv's hair, told her to stop, took off her hat and saluted her father-in-law: "How have you been?"

I saw that my father-in-law's face was the same as a pine flower egg, and I grinned and passed.

I did this every time, and my father told me that my father-in-law had made me sick several times, and I said to my father, "Don't coax me, you are my father and you are not angry." He pushed me when he was sick himself?"

……

The money on my desk was poured out like water for washing my feet. I gambled until dawn, and I was so dizzy that my stomach stinked in my mouth.

……

I got up again and walked out of the green building like a plague chicken, it was already completely dawn, and I was standing in the street, not knowing where to go. I'm bankrupt, as poor as a hired hand.

……

When I went to my father-in-law's side again, the two men were unloading the door panel, and they smiled when they saw me, thinking that I would go over again and shout hello to my father-in-law, how could I have the guts? I heard my father-in-law cough inside, and then spit on the ground with a mouthful of phlegm.

……

"Whew...... Finished written. ”

Zhuang Yan shook his head, he didn't move when he wrote, and he felt that his neck was a little stiff.

After checking the typos, Zhuang Yan published the article, still setting up a fee to read.

After it was done, Zhuang Yan noticed the background prompt, and he earned another eight cents, but the message center did not prompt a new reply, it seems that someone read the book but did not comment.

Zhuang Yan didn't care too much, as for the eight cents...... Let's wait until we have saved up two hundred.

The new chapter has more words than the previous one, with a total of 20,000 words.

Zhuang Yan vaguely remembered that the original work of "Alive" was only about 100,000 words, but according to his current progress, it is estimated that it will take hundreds of thousands or even millions of words to complete the story.

This kind of first-person diary-style creation is tantamount to expanding the original work, and many details of life that are not written in the original work are written in Zhuang Yan's pen, and some of the things that have been mentioned in the original work are also written in detail by Zhuang Yan.

This is not deliberate by Zhuang Yan, when he was creating, he wrote it completely by Fugui's consciousness, it can be said that this book was not written by Zhuang Yan, but by Fugui.

After doing this, Zhuang Yan left the computer desk and went to the bathroom to wash, and after washing, he ran out to buy four buns.

When he came back, he met a beautiful young woman who went out with her daughter, Zhuang Yan said hello with a smile and entered the door.

Watching Zhuang Yan go in, Xiaoying looked at her mother and said, "Mom, this uncle seems to have changed." ”

The young woman nodded, "Well, it seems to have changed. ”

Xiao Ying smiled and said, "It's getting better, I've never seen him laugh before." ”

"Well, let's go to school. The young woman smiled as she held her school bag.

Zhuang Yan, who entered the room, didn't know the conversation between the little girls, and he clicked on the "Literary and Art World" website while nibbling on the bun.

Since he saw that there was money to take, he now has a lot of heart for this website, although it is difficult to get two hundred yuan, but since it is someone who reads it, two hundred is not an impossible thing, and now he has sent 30,000 words, as long as a hundred people do not read his book, two hundred yuan will be enough.

The account is logged in before, no need to enter repeatedly, just open the website, Zhuang Yan saw that the message center prompted five messages.

Click on the message center, as expected, three of them are sent by "neuropathy who loves to read", and the other two are sent by "begging readers".

Neurosis who loves to read: Sure enough, he is undoubtedly a scumbag, beating his own son, insulting his father-in-law, and finally ruining his family property, why don't this kind of people die, why don't the author die.

Neuropathy who loves to read: This book doesn't have a name yet, so I'll give the author a name, how about calling it "A Loser with an Unredeemable Sin".

Neurotic who loves to read: garbage author.

Reader: The book is very good, it should not be finished yet, and I look forward to the follow-up.

I beg the reader: The author should not care about the madman upstairs, in fact, this just shows that the author writes well, otherwise he would not be so emotional. Also, why doesn't the book have a name? I can accept it without an introduction, but it doesn't have a name......

"Asking readers" did not directly reply to "the neurosis who loves to read" this time, but commented at the bottom of the article, maybe he can't stand the other party's trash talk anymore.

However, both of them mentioned a problem, that is, the title of the book, Zhuang Yan shook his head, he was going to wait until the dream was finished, and after the book was finished, he would write the name, of course, the name would not change, it would be called "Alive".