It's snowing today, and I'm starting to submit fiction literature to publishers, and at the same time. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info.

I'm thinking about one thing, one very important thing:

Why is my style the way it is?

I've always been a serious person from start to finish.

I always like to do everything well and never let up on anything, but now?

Ever since I got to know this group of guys who are gags all day long, I feel that the whole person's painting style has become different, and I actually learned to complain!!

The mentality is also a lot younger, the specific difference is that it seems to go back from 90 to 60.

But I still don't really like to be busy.

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"Albert, how are you going to spend Chinese New Year's Eve?"

"Is Chinese New Year's Eve?" "There is only one week left." ”

The man who had been writing hard finally stopped: "Really, time flies so fast?!"

"It's that fast!" Saidron looked as a matter of course, "We've completed the basic meditation class, learned the Fireball Technique, Ice Pick, Ground Thorn, Wind Blade, and made fifty-seven large test papers, close to a hundred small test papers, and it's already December 32!"

"Oh, you remember it quite well. Outside the window, it was snowing, and an eagle flew in, "Thank you, Haji." ”

It was a pure black eagle, with a pure metallic color all over its body, and a little light in its pupils, it squinted, grabbed the snake meat that Albert gave it, raised its head and swallowed it, and then stood on his shoulder, rubbing his face affectionately: this is the magic pet he raised, from the beginning of hatching to the present.

Haji brought a letter, from Nova Press:

To the Honorable Mr. Ace Warren Fürth,

We have received your submission.

You've got great writing and a lot of creativity, especially when it's not magical and all powerful.

In such a setting, you have perfectly demonstrated a good world view, which shows your rich literary skills, and the amount of shares you ask for is also very reasonable, we are willing to cooperate with you for a long time, and negotiate according to the proceeds in the future, if you are not satisfied, you can adjust the amount of shares on a reasonable basis, in order to express our sincerity.

Hopefully, you can continue to maintain high-quality writing.

Nova Press Editor: Coren Calais Milk

December 32, Avaranga 416

"I don't know what to do yet. He shook his head, "At most, it's just a meal together." ”

"Speaking of which, your pet is so handsome!" said Elsandra poking his head out of the top bunk, "if only I had the money to buy a pet." "Okay, as long as you are willing to spend two thousand general purpose bills [about four thousand seven hundred yuan, each general purpose bill is two .thirty-five yuan], and then clean up three months' worth of feces before the demon pet is sensible. ”

"Uh... He shrunk his neck, "That's still it, I don't have any money, a monthly subsidy of four hundred [food and housing, there is a bathing area], remove a lot of miscellaneous miscellaneous and only two hundred, and then subtract snacks, it will take more than a year to save it, and I don't have money to buy feed." "I told you to look for a job as soon as possible, and now the rotation in the school is gone. ”

There are more monks and less porridge, and if you want to occupy the post, you should do it as soon as possible.

At the shooting range, the monthly salary is about 1,100 yuan [equivalent to a constant of 2,735 yuan] , enough for a person to find an old hut outside the school, meet the basic food, and then can't do anything, like Kana's family, just have some assets, for the time being, has not entered the upper circle, and can still get along with ordinary people The family still has money to rent, her family is a small landowner, it seems that her sister was taken by a noble subordinate knight, the knight made a meritorious service, was about to get the fief, and suddenly soared, it was the time to enjoy the glory and wealth, and as a result, she detected the talent that reached the standard line.

That's why she can rent a room outside, like Albert, and she has to stay in the dormitory and work hard to earn money to prepare for future classes, instead of going out and wasting it.

Haji looked at the owner who was struggling to write, and very sensibly flew to the prepared place with the dried meat, ate to his heart's content, flew into the basket prepared for it, picked up the warm blanket himself, covered his body and began to sleep, in order to provide for its food, there are times to improve the food every month, the monthly cost is about five hundred, but there is one more magic pet, life is indeed a lot more convenient, and they have undergone magical changes, and their intelligence is about eight or nine years old.

"Or, on the day of the New Year, how about our dormitory and those four old friends go out for a good meal?"

He finally put down the pen in his hand, stretched out his frowning brows, twisted his somewhat stiff waist, and shook his hand: "I saved some money, just in time for a good year." "Yes, everyone can take some out, and you should be able to have a big meal." ”

"I can also taste the wine again. "It's Orville, he's fourteen," I haven't drunk in a long time. ”

"What does wine taste like, man?" He licked his chapped lips in the cold weather, "It's the most wonderful thing in the world, people who haven't drunk alcohol will feel weird the first time they drink it, but if you get used to it, you will experience the mellow aroma, and the feeling of being drunk and refreshing, which will never be forgotten!"

Orville looked intoxicated, and although he was only fourteen years old, he looked like an alcohol test.

This is normal: in this world, other ordinary places are considered adults when they reach the age of fourteen, and they are married at fifteen to sixteen.

Albert patted the manuscript in his hand very casually, read it carefully, and finally there were no typos, it was neat, and put it in his own small cabinet: "I also want to taste what it tastes like." ”

Many years ago, he also became an alcoholic, and then quit, although the taste has been forgotten, but when it comes to wine, he still wants to taste it.

There was some ice in his fingers, and he created a small fireball suspended in his palm, which made him feel a lot more comfortable, although his physical fitness had improved a lot in his cultivation, but he was not afraid of heat and cold.

Eventually, the crack in the window opened, and Albert lay back into his bunk bed.

It's been a long time since he's been drinking, he sighed in his heart, and completely made up his mind:

Wait until the day of the Chinese New Year, drink a bottle of bar, and recall what it tastes like, I haven't touched it for more than ten years.

But don't get drunk, absolutely not.