At noon today, the dormitory went out for a meal together, but Liu Hui didn't go, he stayed up all night yesterday. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was still eaten in Dongfanghong, and the nine people didn't want to order, so they went to the game room next to it to play copper plate games, and finally Wang only ordered it.

They played, it was a very popular game console when I was a child, the kind that needed a copper plate, I wouldn't play, outside the game room, watching the cars on the road whistling by, staying roaring, such a cloudy day always felt a special feeling, indescribable, there were a few crooked trees on the side of the road, the leaves were covered with dust on the road, Zhimin also came out, we talked about work, he said that work is so tired, I don't know what to do in the future, Wang only and Cheng Zhi also came outside, chatting with us.

On a cloudy day, under the trees, on the side of the road, a few old teenagers.

Later, after dinner, they all went to the Internet café, and I was the only one who returned to the dormitory, and I still had to write novels, so I couldn't play.

I looked back at them, and they were all in the Internet café, playing games like crazy in the last moments of school life.

I said goodbye to them, turned back, and walked alone.

I crossed the road, crossed the cloudy campus boulevard, and passed by strange juniors and sisters, I didn't know them, they didn't know me.

I walked under the trees on the side of the road and read here for 3 years, and they never grew up.

I walked across the pitch and studied here for three years, playing only a handful of times.

I walked through the steps, which I don't know how many people had stepped on, and my footprints remained on them, not knowing when they would disappear.

I passed by a wall next to the stadium, there were some people's graffiti on it, it seems that from the time I entered this campus, these graffiti have already existed, I don't know who painted it on a certain year, month, and day, I don't know which class of seniors, I don't know where he is now, where he is in the crowd, not in the same cloudy world, I still remember that I once left my own graffiti on a wall of the university. He calculated that at least he left something, but when we graduated, we didn't leave anything, no one would know about us, and no junior would know about seniors like us.

Even the owner of the shop where we often go to eat rice noodles will not remember us, and when we graduate, there will be new students who will become their customers, and I always think that the shops around the school are actually part of the school, and there are no permanent regular customers, only permanent diners.

Back in the dormitory, Liu Hui was still sleeping, but he was already about to get up, I used his computer to connect to the QQ meeting, and replied to the message in the book review area.

Later, I changed to Donghua's computer and began to write novels, I owed 2,000 words yesterday, and I want to make up for it today, plus the 6,000 words I was supposed to write today, that is 8,000 words, Liu Hui sat next to me after brushing his teeth, looked at me, and sighed: "You are so hard in this business!"

I nodded: "Yes! Mental and physical work, I have been writing for the past few months, and I feel that my body has deteriorated much better, staying up late, often sitting in front of the computer, radiation, myopia, cough, weakness, drowsiness, dryness, tinnitus, lower back, neck ......"

After writing 3,000 words, I sent it up first, and went to the canteen with Liu Hui for dinner, there were very few people in the canteen, and it seemed that everyone was reluctant to eat in the canteen, and the two of us ate in the huge canteen.

After eating, I went to the store to buy two cups of freshly made iced tea, and went back to the bedroom to continue writing, and as a result, I wrote for a day, and wrote until 23:30 in the evening, I believe that I was not so tired at work, during which only Donghua and Chengzhi came back, and not long after I came back, Donghua went out to soak in the girl again, and Chengzhi went to bed early. I wrote for so long, wrote 9000 words, not only made up for yesterday, but also wrote 1000 for tomorrow, and then sent it, and Liu Hui climbed the wall to go out for supper, and I happened to see them on the campus avenue, the eight of them were coming back from the Internet café, asking where we were going, a group of people were in the empty and unmanned, the campus avenue in the night was noisy for a while, and the street lights were silently shining on us.

Later, I went to the rice noodle shop with Liu Hui to eat a bowl of rice noodles, and came back, there was a group of people around the dormitory, Zhang Hang got on Liu Hui's computer to play the landlord, they were all watching from the side, just like the first time I watched Mao Pian in my freshman year, a group of people sat in the dormitory, at that time, Zhimin pretended to be pure, obviously wanted to see it, but he didn't want to see it, just secretly aimed with his eyes, looked at it, and said sadly: "How can such a beautiful girl go to shoot Mao films! What a pity! The world is going down, and people's hearts are not ancient!!" But his eyes are staring straight at the screen, this sullen man, a hypocrite!

I turned on Donghua's computer to play stand-alone DOTA, playing the sand king, using sand tactics to play for more than half an hour, did not go home once, used to go out to pretend to kill 6 people, the family has bought a cannon, blue staff, Lincoln ball, three artifacts, but no time to go back to get it, and then I was killed, as soon as I got home, I immediately picked up the three major artifacts, all the way to kill, there is no one general.

After playing the game, they all fell asleep, Zhang Hang played for a while, also turned off the computer, I was the only one in the bedroom who was still playing with the computer, I opened the space, yesterday's diary and today's diary, with the attitude of running the account to write at will, I calculated, today I wrote more than 15,000 words.

People like me, to put it nicely, are cultural people, and others call me a writer, in fact, only I know what kind of writer this is, that is, a codeword worker, writing tens of thousands of words a day, but the manuscript fee is only a few hundred yuan, which is lower than the income of migrant workers.

And today, a netizen happened to talk to me, and he asked me why I insisted on it since I was so bitter.

I said, I always believe that it will get better after a while.

Oh, yes!

I thought that if I persevered for a while, I would get better, and whenever I was very tired and sleepy, when I couldn't hold on, I thought, one day, maybe I will be able to publish a book, with a book with my name printed on it, maybe in the moonlight, in the spring, in the season when I have nothing.

Will there come a day? I don't know, I just know, I'm trying.

2011.5.24