"The creative works of hybrids that I made with me back then are about to become a cult before I know it. "In the novels of this world, the beautiful words depict in detail the wonders of dozens of black-robed men judging lovers.

"Is this, you guys made it?" "Ah, almost. ”

That was when I was a student.

When two extremely bored time-travelers meet an indigenous boy of the same age (body) who is full of dreams of being a writer.

What kind of sparks will collide?

The answer has long been revealed: just like the author of the book in his hand.

At that time, Don Quixote wanted to see what it would be like to let the people of the other world understand the worldview of the previous life and improve a novel world that can be self-justified from the worldview here, Albert happened to be idle and panicked, and he could help somewhat, I thought it was just two guys pulling an innocent lying gun to laugh at themselves, who knew that the person really made rapid progress, and finally the work was published.

This contains many "ideas" that Cedras has never seen, such as the women's clothing boss, such as the one hundred and eight poses of the explosion, such as the correlation between the explosion and art, and the black robe organization that unites the strength of all single people.

The guy who was dragged to write a book seems to be living a very nourishing life now, and he has also written to thank him, and he has sent money once, not much, equivalent to a month's boarding school living expenses, but that's it, otherwise what should I do?

God knows exactly how that book was published, and in the end there were quite a few people who liked it, so many people followed suit.

But no one can learn the essence of the article from another world.

They also don't bother to teach anymore.

After that, the man made up a world view, the market response is not bad, and there are many loyal fans, at least that guy can reach the pinnacle of life by writing a book, his existence proves that the small probability of success of the dream does exist, and it also proves that the backward entertainment industry is very easy to be attacked by them, as long as they are willing to work hard, their "creativity", "inspiration" and "characteristics" are enough to attract many people, but the three traversers don't seem to be interested in being a copyist.

"As a result, each of us went down a different path. Albert flipped through the novel, "I chose to witness the world as it was, and to make a mark on the history of science, the kind that can be imprinted forever, that Don Quixote wants to lead the world to industrial innovation." ”

"Wang Wei's words, now most of the research departments are helping Avaranga to build and develop socialism with wizarding characteristics. ”

"That kid, are you so sure?"

"Well, the anomaly of spatial disorder that has been maintained for many years, the sudden appearance of a strange body structure, the extremely fragile form of life existence, the use of an unknown language and some kind of incomprehensible product with it, no hukou, the government department will not find out that I am eating live, uh, well, there is no live broadcast in this world. ”

He was sure: "If I were them, I'd find a way to strip that thing from that kid and send it to the sky, aiming at the sun, or simply put it in a carry-on space, and put dozens of giant hydrogen bombs and a couple of nuclear bombs to detonate them, and see how strong that thing is, and lose at most one space anyway, and affect the space in the other cracks along the way." ”

"Of course, the second plan still needs to wait until the technology is mature, and even if there is an idea, it will be a long process to actually get it out. ”

In the sub-light impact of elementary particles and hundreds of millions of degrees of heat as warm as the sun, no matter how advanced the alien product is, it has to feel the truth of the nuclear level, since it has to go around in circles with several primitive civilizations that have not even come out of the home planet in such a primitive way, it can be destroyed, and it has to stay there and feel the humanitarian care.

As for the fear that it will run away while no one is watching it?

Explosion can solve all problems, but if it can't be solved, the yield is not enough.

Besides, I'm sure this matter can be solved, so OK, the old man is not a demon, how can he make a doomsday copy so casually? Although I did feed and killed the protagonist, in "Survival, Running All the Way", the world is destroyed, desperate, and the bento is sent three times in a row, but look at my determined eyes, you have to believe me.

On this sunny afternoon, Cecilia was in a pretty good mood.

She hummed a song and dance in a southern tune, bouncing in circles and circling around him.

Albert put down the book and notes.

He felt a little funny.

It's just a new dress, and of course she needs to wear thicker clothes when autumn and winter come, and she looks happier than before.

"I'm now. She unleashed her mental power and commanded the pigeons that had just eaten the little corn around her to take off, they took her as the center point, circled and took off, and their white bodies reflected the sunlight, which made her much more holy, Cecilia tilted her little head and narrowed her eyes, "I can be regarded as a person who has seen the world." "Let's keep this for now, and wait until we get to the siege of the ruling palace in the capital of the Otlan Empire. He scratched her chin and smiled gently, "I haven't seen so many strange things yet." ”

This is an urban green park that lives in the cracks of the building complex.

The wide road is lined with scattered shop fronts, interspersed with several paths leading to the residential areas behind the shops, and the open space as far as the eye can see, covered with green grass and fruit trees, which may be more than a dozen meters apart, and nothing else.

There are no other bright flowers, only ankle-length green grass with tenacious vitality, and straight trees that bear purple navel oranges for passers-by to pick, extremely simple, and do not look outstanding, but compared to those countless kinds of trees and flowers, it is more durable, under the blue sky and white clouds, the pure and clear streams reflect the light, the gray-black birds jump to pick up grass seeds, and there are teenagers lying down in the grass to rest, and there is no rule or sign that requires that the green space should not be trampled on.

There are children running barefoot among the mounds, screaming freely and innocently, against the warm wind, pulling up a triangular colored striped kite that belongs only to him, occasionally falling, but the child's father just watched him get up on his own and then put the kite higher.

There are also mothers who are teaching her children to fly.

It is always difficult for children who have never flown to overcome their fears, and they have to be supported by someone to help them not fall down and fall into mud, just like teaching children how to ride a bicycle.

"You know what?"

Under the tree, Cecilia hugged him: "I liked you a long time ago. ”

"Why?"

"Because you, you can do everything in an orderly manner, as if there is nothing in this world that can stump you, always very mature, crisp and neat, and then hate you, always nag after being familiar, live like an old mother. ”

"And now?"

"Now. She blushed and awkwardly choked out three words in a voice as loud as a mosquito, "I love you." ”

"So, you know what?" "What?"

He pinched her face: "Before, you asked me what I meant by [I remembered] at that time, and now I can tell you." ”

"I forgot a wish. ”

"Then tell me, what is your wish? How do you not tell me what it is?"

At that time, I said to myself, [Although I haven't enjoyed any happiness in my life and have a bad life, I have no regrets, and I have already let go of what I should have let go. His eyes brightened a lot, and his languid state became more energetic, and in her eyes, it was like a fire burning, "If I could do it again, I wouldn't die in bed anyway, but at least I would fall on the way up the mountain, or be slapped off the surfboard by the waves.] 】”

"My wife, would you like to accompany you?"

"I'm here to the end!"