Please type in the text "Andy, you can't go on like this." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info You haven't published a work for two years, you know what, you still owe the publisher a book!"

"Even if you can't write that shit, don't refuse the job I gave you!"

"Seventeen Magazine asks you to write a blog, they like the tone of your speech, it's work, I'm your agent, I'm helping you!"

Andy. Smith looked at the bald middle-aged man in front of him and chattered all morning, his head buzzed, he pressed his temples that were about to explode with his fingers, curled up on the sofa, and said painfully: "Okay, okay, Carl, stop chattering, FUCK, my head is about to explode, no, I'm going to take a painkiller, and then sleep for a while, and I won't send you." ”

Carl watched Andy Smith rub his temples, staggered up the stairs, raised his hand, his lips moved slightly to persuade again, I don't know what he thought, put down his hand, and sighed slightly, "Then you have a good rest, rest well, remember to call me." ”

Andy Smith lay down on the large, messy bed, his eyes closed, his face pained, and he thought back on the past 12 hours in an incredible.

"Ahem。。。。。。 ”

Song Dawei climbed ashore from the cold swimming pool, vomited, patted his chest and spat on the water, and it took a while to come back to his senses. Weakness in the limbs and splitting headaches.

Damn, where am I, wasn't I killed by my mobile phone when I was talking to the charging four-star? He held his sore head, wiped the water stains from his face, slowly stood up, and walked into the house with the faint light of the villa, and found the bathroom.

Bang, as soon as he turned on the light, Song Dawei was stupid, an unfamiliar face appeared on the mirror in the bathroom, black hair, blue eyes like a lake, soft facial features, sickly pale, 180-190 cm tall, but very thin, feeling very incongruous. It's just extraordinarily young, revealing a sense of youth.

Looking at the mirror in a daze, Song Dawei, who was already in his thirties, turned around and walked out of the bathroom with a dull gaze, stepped on the soft carpet with water-stained feet, and lay down directly on the big white sofa in the living room, while muttering: "Rub, am I possessed?"

As a veteran online bookworm, he quickly realized what was happening, and an indescribable wave of emotion welled up in his heart, excited, panicked, or excited.

Song Dawei, who was caught in the memory, suddenly had a sharp pain in his head, as if a red-hot soldering iron was stirring in his head, making his brain boil, and he screamed and fell to the ground with his head on the ground, and he kept rolling, and I don't know how long it took, blood flowed out of his nasal cavity, and he fainted.

In a trance, Song Dawei consciously watched a gray-white cloud with a tiny current merging with a white cloud, and the current in it was decomposing the white cloud.

"Ah...... Just now...... What's going on?" Song Dawei sat up a little inexplicably, and when he woke up, he found that his head, which had fainted in pain just now, was clear, and he felt that there was some sliminess under his nose, and there were nosebleeds when he touched it with his hand.

He quickly got up and walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, the nosebleed went all the way to the corner of his mouth. After thinking for a few seconds, he closed his eyes and recalled, and then after swallowing his saliva, he suddenly opened his eyes, sweating on his forehead, and a feeling of dizziness, the owner of this body is named Andy Smith, 21 years old, a young writer who became famous in his teenage years, his mother is a Tiffany jewelry designer, his father is a lawyer, he is a partner in a law firm in New York, and the most joyful thing for him is that the time is ------ April 2006!

Looking at the messy and dim spacious living room, Andy turned on all the lights, the villa was decorated simply and brightly, with white as the main color, European-style furniture, full of modernity, a very huge family photo hung on the wall behind the sofa, from the memory of the information, his grandfather is Chinese, his mother is mixed-race, he has a quarter of Chinese blood, and the family is very wealthy.

Andy was very intelligent from an early age, proficient in piano and guitar, and read all kinds of books, he wrote his first novel "Vampire Academy" at the age of sixteen, which made him famous, and then wrote a novel "Paper Towns", which made him a very famous young writer in the United States.

Andy stripped naked, soaked himself in the large white and fashionable bathtub, watched the steaming water steam wet the three mirror walls around him, closed his eyes slightly and continued to remember. Until Papertown was bought by a Hollywood studio, he was fooled by his lewd agent into moving from New York to Los Angeles and applying for the USC exam.

Los Angeles, Hollywood.

In this world of pleasure-seekers, time plays tricks on you, one day you dream, and then your dreams become reality, and it's a good time, and if someone tells you that you've made a mistake, broken your heart, and learned a merciless lesson, and when you indulge in the meaningless scent of a woman, here, in this warm California sun, it will start to erod.

In the year and a half he came to Hollywood, he lost his inspiration, and now he has a so-called life crisis, which is simply not able to write, which is terrible, because he is a writer, a professional writer. Now I can't even write a damn break.

Women, marijuana, alcohol, and drug abuse have ruined his otherwise healthy body, and his sunken eye sockets, pale and sickly complexion, and thin figure have become very strange against the backdrop of his height of 188 cm. finally fell into the swimming pool outside the house under the influence of marijuana and alcohol and drowned, which was the cheapest Song Dawei who wore his soul.

Putting on his pajamas, Song Dawei wandered around in the villa in a trance, looking at all the familiar and unfamiliar decorations and photos, looking at the spacious study room filled with a whole wall of books, the luxurious movie screening room, and the fitness room with a marble billiard table and various fitness equipment。。。。。。

"Really。。。。。。 Like a dream. Andy scratched at the messy hair as he looked at the sun-drenched floor-to-ceiling windows, and spent the night sorting through his memories and checking the villa. The lack of sleep all night, the reorganization of memories and the stimulation of marijuana and alcohol, not only did not make him mentally sluggish, but he was unusually excited.

Although Andy didn't understand why this was happening, he didn't take it to heart, thinking that it was just excited after knowing that the possession had crossed.

As I said before, this guy named Andy Smith became famous at a young age, and the royalties and movie adaptation rights from selling books are about 5 million, and the villa was bought for him by his parents for more than 2 million US dollars, a red Ferrari F430 worth of 500,000 US dollars given by his grandfather, and a 480,000 US dollar Porsche CARRERAGT given by his grandfather.

Although in a rich area like Los Angeles, millionaires are more than a cow, this amount of money is really not enough, not to mention that Andy has spent a year and a half drinking, no inspiration, unable to write, mental depression makes him miserable, lavish, unscrupulous to buy drunk, until now he himself does not know how much savings he has left, and the number in his memory is quite clear, it seems that there are more than 2 million left, but fortunately, every year the publisher will put a new copyright fee into his account, as if his two works are included in the catalog of books recommended by the American education department for teenagers to read, and the sales will increase again, which is a fixed income, perhaps the only good news that Andy Smith was happy about in the past.

In any case, I inherited everything from him, his identity, his life. I'm Andy Smith.

Andy shrugged and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and stretched, his head still hurting, but he still started to think. So, what do you do now?

Andy, who was still thinking, squinted his eyes slightly, blocking the dazzling sunlight, and couldn't help licking his somewhat dry lips, a kind of excitement that had never been before enveloped his whole body, as if a burst of electricity passed by made him tremble slightly.