Three days later, Ding Siyu left on a plane for Egypt.

After arriving in Egypt, I had to go to Libya, then to South Africa, then to Brazil, and then to North America...... I have to go to many places in a row, mostly in developing countries, and mostly in countries where food is in short supply and facing hunger.

At the airport, looking at the departing passenger plane, a faint sorrow flashed in Li Qing's heart.

"This is left to you by Xiaoyu!"

On the way back, Lilac took out a card and handed it to Li Qing.

This card is a bank card.

"What does that mean?" Li Qing asked.

Lilac said: "Xiaoyu said, she has too much money, and there is nowhere to spend it, so it is better to leave some to you, but I am afraid that you will refuse, so I handed over the bank card to me, and let me hand it over to you afterwards!" ”

"Leave it to me, it's useless, I don't lack money to spend!"

Li Qing looked at the card and threw it back casually.

"That's a billion!"

Lilac said.

"I'm not short of money to spend, when I'm short of money to spend, I'll ask you again!" Li Qing said lightly.

…………

Ten days later, the book was completed.

After writing the testimonial, Li Qing seemed to have collapsed, like a dying fish, and only felt that the world was bleak.

"I don't know Xiaoyu, how are you now?"

Li Qing suddenly thought.

Thinking of the light rain in Egypt, Li Qing was at a loss.

At this time, the phone rang, and it was Lilac's phone.

""The Story of Seeking Qin" is finished, what are you going to write about your next book?" Lilac asked, on the phone.

"What's next?" Li Qing closed his eyes and thought about it.

He is a traverser, he has all kinds of memories of his previous life, he can have a lot of books, he can plagiarize, the next one, it can be the Condor Trilogy, it can be the Xiaoao Jianghu, it can be the Deer Ding Ji, it can be the peerless Shuangjiao, it can be the white-haired witch, there can be too many works.

That's the advantage of the traverser.

Relying on the memories of his previous life, Li Qing can easily plagiarize the world's famous works without worrying about being sued for copyright infringement.

It's just that there seems to be too much copying of books, plagiarism of plagiarism, and gradually losing the ** of copying books.

"I'm sorry, I'm exhausted, I can't write a good book......" Li Qing said, saying a reason that is not a reason, "The inspiration is gone, and I can't write good works anymore, in short, my heart is very messy!" ”

"How so?" Lilac frowned slightly.

"I'm in a very bad mood, I don't feel anything, I don't have the resonance of my heart, I can't write some good works if I write forcibly!" Li Qing said: "It's better to seal the pen!" No more writing! ”

"I see, my cousin went to Egypt, and you're not in a good mood, but it's better not to close the pen...... That's it! Since you can't write a good work, don't write it. Take a break for 10 days, half a month, or half a year, and then continue writing! Lilac reassured.

"Thank you, understand, long live understanding!"

Li Qing said.

The phone hung up, Li Qing looked at the computer, but his expression was stunned, a little indescribable.

I only felt the urge to close the pen.

It's just that I'm too stressed, I'm in a bad mood, and I've lost my ability to write.

Just think about it, forget it!

Think about him, he can't do anything other than writing, and he can't do it well.

It's just that......

The fate of the literati is to seal the pen.

Just because you can't write, don't force yourself to write, you won't be able to write good works.

It's like after writing "The Legend of Deer and Ding", Jin Yong wisely chose to seal the pen, just because the routines of martial arts novels are those, what should be written has been written, and it is not interesting to write it again, readers are tired of watching, the author is also tired of writing, and the quality of the work will decline.

And Gu Long should have closed his pen, but in order to make better money, he has been insisting on writing, which has led to the average or even poor quality of many later works.

"It's a tragic time, I want to close the pen, but I can't!"

Li Qing said tragically.

…………

Thinking of the sadness in his heart, Li Qing turned around and left the room and walked towards the park.

I saw Old Man Qin again.

Old Man Qin's body is still extremely tough, and he can't see any old age.

Li Qing is still playing a set of punches and exercising his body, but the exercise of his body seems to have reached the extreme, and he has been stuck at the peak of dark energy, and it has been difficult to take the last step and enter the transformation of energy.

It seems that the peak of dark energy seems to be the end of his martial arts.

"It's really a tragic life, writing novels has encountered a bottleneck, and I can't write anymore; And martial arts has also encountered a bottleneck, stuck in place, and it is difficult to make great progress! ”

Li Qing smiled bitterly.

"Young man, this is a normal event, walking and walking, it is to encounter a bottleneck, to break the bottleneck, and to go further; But if you can't break the bottleneck, you may go backwards! Old Man Qin said, "And now, Donghua's economic development has also encountered a bottleneck, if the bottleneck is broken, the economy can go further; But if the bottleneck cannot be broken, there may be a significant economic decline! ”

"Thank you!"

Li Qing said.

Back at home, Li Qing turned off the computer, no longer coding words, but opened the scratch paper, and began to type drafts, writing writing plans and novel outlines.

Soon drafts appeared.

The outline of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", the outline of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", and the outline of "Smiling Proud Jianghu............

The outline was written a lot, but it was just written, Li Qing lost his writing ability, and finally tore off all the scratch paper with a movement of his hand and threw it in the paper basket.

"What a tragedy, a tragedy!"

Li Qing smiled, leaned back in his chair, and only felt that the whole person had become decadent.

At this time, the doorbell rang, Li Qing stepped forward and opened the door, and the door was Lilac.

"What's wrong with you?" Lilac asked.

"The mood is terrible, terrible speechless, terrible inexplicable!" Li Qing said: "I only feel that there is tragedy everywhere in life, and the tragedy is to the extreme, and the tragedy wants to seal the pen, but the pen is the guy I eat." If the pen is sealed, how can you make money to support your family! ”

"Is it that Xiaoyu is leaving and is a little irritable?" Lilac said.

"Yes, some!" Li Qing said, "The more important Jiang Lang is exhausted, and he can't write!" ”

Somehow, Li Qing seems to be tired of copying books.

I have lost interest in continuing to be a copyist, but I want to get out of my own way and write my own works in one fell swoop, but I am a little at a loss to draw my sword and look around.

Want to get out of your own way, but don't know where the road is?

"If you're in a bad mood, then don't write!"

Lilac said.

"Then let's go on a tour, travel to Hokkaido, and this season, it is already snowing in Hokkaido, and the snow is all over the sky, just right for skiing!"