In the morning, before Smith gets up. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Su Bai got up early, he couldn't stand that kind of moment that was too touching, it was easy to do good deeds, but he couldn't stand being thanked by others.

It's too embarrassing, since that's the case, it's better to retreat early.

Su Bai patted Shi Wenteng on the shoulder, "Don't worry, your grandfather will be fine, just don't give up writing a book." ”

After thinking about it, Shi Wenteng thought about it all night, and now he still looks like he has some dark circles under his eyes.

While accompanying Su Bai and waiting for the hitchhiker to arrive, Shi Wenteng sighed and said, "I, is it really possible?"

Shi Wenteng still has no confidence, he has been on the street for too many years, 10,000 years on a stand-alone machine, and without the support of readers, he has long lost his self-confidence.

Just like a soldier who has been defeating battles, even if he can win, he will feel that he is going to lose, and finally surrender the night before the victory.

"Yes, the whole book must be God, this is a wise saying!"

"Besides, you're done with the book, wouldn't it be a waste if you didn't open a new book?"

"At least, try it once!"

Su Bai patted him on the shoulder, and said in his heart: "What are you kidding, if you don't write a book, what will I ...... to read?"

In the end, Su Bai said mysteriously: "Your grandfather will be fine, believe me, you will know when you go back." ”

"I'm borrowing you with a good word. ”

Shi Wenteng only regarded it as a good blessing and accepted it with a smile.

Shi Wenteng watched Su Bai get into the car, and saw the car disappear from view, so he thought about it and walked home.

Halfway through, Shi Wenteng thought about it and did not choose to go home, but turned in a direction.

Sventen walked along the path, where he had played since he was a child, and the shops along the way were so familiar.

Sventen passed by a game hall and heard a crackling sound coming from inside, and a sense of nostalgia arose.

Let's go in and have fun.

Warriors of the Three Kingdoms, Dinosaur Kombat, Journey to the West, and all kinds of games are all the flavor of childhood.

Sventeng has played a few games, and it is still full of gameplay, far exceeding the current garbage page games.

It's just that Shi Wenteng is no longer the self he was when he was a child, he just played a few times to satisfy his nostalgia, and he stopped playing.

There were two teenagers on the side who were playing the Three Kingdoms Wars, and they were having a good time, and Shi Wenteng looked over.

"Come here, I have blood here, you have no blood to eat quickly, there are big buns there." ”

"Hide, it's almost there...... Great, hahaha, we've finally beaten it!"

The two of them spent one yuan and bought four coins, and their skills were average, and they quickly lost.

Despite this, the two were still very happy, picked up their school bags, and ran towards the school together.

It's just sane to play before going to school.

"Haha, continue after school. ”

"Yes, I'll definitely be able to make it to the next level this time!"

Sventeng watched them leave, but he realized.

What is the purpose of their game?

Naturally, it's for fun, and you can spend your leisure time happily with your friends.

So, what is the purpose of my own writing, the original purpose......

And what?

Is it to make a living from this, so that you don't have to go out to find a job and be angry with all kinds of bosses?

Is it to pretend to be forced in front of relatives and friends, saying that he is a professional writer who writes novels, and get envious eyes?

Those Shi Wenteng naturally wanted it, but those were not the original purpose, not his original intention.

What is your own heart?

Sventen walked out of the game hall and stood by the river, making a long stupor.

Sventeng finally remembered that opportunity.

The spark that finally led him to the road of online writing did not bloom recently, but appeared many years ago.

At that time, I was still an ignorant teenager with a small body.

The little man stood in front of a rented bookstore, his head raised, his big black eyes roaming over the shelves.

It ended up on a yellowed book, and the name of that book was "The Journey of Piao".

The spark appeared, so bright, planting a fire in my heart.

Shi Wenteng took a deep breath, and now that he thinks about it, it was at that time that he embarked on the road of no return to online writing...

From reading a novel to writing a novel, it seems to be only a thought, which is very coincidental.

All this, in fact, was destined a long time ago.

At first, I was quite shy to type the first word, just to write a good story.

A world that only you can write about.

A world that will never exist if you don't write it yourself.

In that case, it would be a pity.

At this time, Shi Wenteng's mobile phone rang, he opened it and saw that he had received a WeChat transfer.

One thousand dollars.

Su Bai sent it.

Su Bai also said: "Come on! If you don't write it, I will be very disappointed." ”

Shi Wenteng was originally very moved, and received Su Bai's next sentence.

Su Bai made a hidden expression and said, "You know, I know where you live...... It's fairly easy to send some blades or just come to your door, but don't say I didn't warn you. ”

"Update a lot, don't break the update. ”

Shi Wenteng's face suddenly turned black.

He was quite apprehensive in his heart, and he was really a little afraid, mainly because he suddenly found that he didn't know Su Bai at all, and it was too mysterious.

Shi Wenteng let out a long sigh and went back to prepare a new book, not for his dreams, but also for his own ...... What a life!

……

Sventen had eaten dinner, entered the house, closed the door, and finally quieted a little.

Sventen sat down at the desk, opened his laptop, created an empty document, and was in a daze.

Su Bai left that day, and grandpa Shi Bo recovered from Alzheimer's disease, and after regaining his senses, a whole week had passed.

Sventeng hasn't had time to really calm down and codeword, ideate.

Thinking about it, I also know that grandpa suddenly recovered, what amazing news it was, parents, hospitals, and even neighbors and friends, all kinds of things, people can't be idle at all.

Even now, there are five or six people outside the room, including Sventen's parents, his grandfather's friends, and relatives who also have dementia in the family......

Shi Wenteng really couldn't stand the noisy atmosphere, so he entered the house and subconsciously opened the document.

Grandma Udon's voice came from outside the house.

"I tell you, I only worship the Bodhisattva, you go back and make an offering, and you have to worship every morning. ”

"Hey, does that work?...... Do you want me to come to your house every day to worship, rest assured, it won't be in vain, I will introduce your grandson to the girl when the time comes. ”

"This ...... Great!"

"My grandson hasn't been looking for a girlfriend, he's worried, it's okay to come and say goodbye. ”

Shi Wenteng's face was black, saying this, how did he get involved in a blind date for himself again, grandma, you are really a grandson.

Even if you look at someone's family, the girl who comes on a blind date wants a car and a car, and a monthly salary of more than 10,000 yuan, can you be looked down upon by others?

Love is a luxury.

Shi Wenteng shook his head, listening to the chattering voices outside, and kept hearing about it, discussing why it was suddenly better.

Grandma said that it was a bodhisattva, and grandpa Shi Bo said that he was blessed with a great life, and his parents kept asking what had happened in the past few days.

They didn't even think that it was actually the meal they ate.

The only one who noticed it was Shi Wenteng, and Shi Wenteng naturally wouldn't say it.

So, let's start coding words.

What's your new book?

Sventeng's face was calm, and he looked back at his previous idea documents, which were all recorded when he was inspired, but there was no inspiration.

He remembered his true heart, which was to write a story that only he could write, a story that could move others and himself.

At this time, Grandpa Shibo's hearty voice came in.

Shi Wenteng suddenly moved in his heart, and had a thought, he grew up with his grandparents since he was a child, and the one with the deepest feelings was his grandfather.

At this moment, grandpa recovered, and Shi Wenteng was also very happy, his mind was filled with this happiness, and he couldn't think of other ideas for a while.

So, it's better to be wrong......

Sventen crackled and began typing, and he had a good idea.

Generally, the protagonists of novels are young people, and their personalities are relatively weak, just to substitute, but that loses a lot of fun.

That's why "Back to the Past and Become a Cat", "Skeleton Magister" is so interesting, it is an incomparably unique perspective.

The life of a cat, the life of a skeleton, is interesting just to think about.

Shi Wenteng first confirmed the title of the book, I don't know why, he felt that as soon as he coded the words, he had a spring of thoughts, and what he used to think about for a long time was now he could think of it at once.

Shi Wenteng naturally didn't know that this was the effect of the Blood Soul Grass, he originally only had six spiritual powers, but now he was promoted to ten!

Ten has reached the pinnacle of ordinary people, and if it is replaced by lol, it is the talent of the king.

Shi Wenteng's eyes lit up, and he quickly wrote a rough draft, but when he looked closely, his eyes were red.

It's so well written.

This is the story of a group of old people.

People will get old, including Sventen himself, including readers, but no one has ever written a story for those who are old.

……

Title: The Battle of the Twilight

Brief introduction:

In the future interstellar era, the minimum enlistment age is ......

Seventy-five years old.

A group of old men in the twilight, fighting on the battlefield of blood and fire, their bodies are the last line of defense of the earth.

Like a candle, burning out its last rays.

Body:

On my seventy-fifth birthday, I did two things: the first was to go to the grave for my wife, Casey, and the second was to join the army.

Casey's grave is engraved with her name, date of birth and death, and a few words.

Loving wife and mother.

Every time I went to the grave, I read these words over and over again, and although it was only four words, it was difficult to say everything, but it perfectly summed up her life.

These words can't tell you what kind of person she is, how she greets each day, how hard she works, what her interests are, where she likes to travel, what colors she likes best, what hairstyle she likes, who she votes for, and whether she has a good sense of humor.

A few words can't help you understand her, only let you know that someone loves her.

She felt that was enough.

……

Wasabi: I originally wanted to start writing after dinner, but I was pulled out by my friends to play, as long as it was an hour to code.

No way, it's a change today, I'm really sorry!

But because I wrote a thousand more words yesterday, there are three thousand words!

In addition, "The Battle of Twilight" is a science fiction novel that wasabi used to read, very good, here is a tribute, you can go and see it!

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