I always like to lie in bed, pretending to be dead without moving, reminiscing about my almost finished youth, my youth is almost dead.

I am in a very bad mood, I can't sleep day and night, I see a beautiful woman during the day, and I can look at the old man for a long time without looking back.

It made those beauties very scared, embarrassed to come back to that.

My life is chaotic, I can't even play the game, and I feel like my brain is full of **.

That's right, it's all kinds of **, when you see a beautiful woman, you want to get on, and when you see a handsome guy, you want to cut off his underneath.

I have extremely low self-esteem, and meeting an ugly monster can make me happy for a long time, but unfortunately in this world, I am almost about to be destroyed.

Now those who look ugly first dare not go out on the street, and secondly, those who look average have to dress up when they go out in order to find self-confidence.

People go out for coffee like dogs to show their petty bourgeois feelings.

This kind of people should be shot all of them, including me, and everyone should be shot like peasants.

That's the real freshness, I was waiting for a takeout today, and I didn't come until I was dying.

So I asked my protagonist to throw that pizza delivery uncle directly into the Battle of Chibi.

My roommate was eating again, and I was hungry enough to kill him, so I asked Win City to send him to the age of dinosaurs.

But I feel lonely alone, Win City can't understand my loneliness, he is a sullen type of man like me.

Lighting a cigarette, I always felt that this protagonist was suffering with me.

He appeared when I was at my worst, poor and lazy, reluctant to spend money, wanting to die, but wanting to live better.

I went to college and became a literati, and I don't know how many people remember my protagonist Yingcheng.

I feel sorry for the editor, he gave me a lot of support and encouragement, but I still can't write, I want to write something of my own.

He belongs to nothing but my inner revolution for a new network.

Are you listening to the voices of this era, they are gone and gone, and they die unconsciously.

The voice of the star is too loud and easy to drown, but this does not mean that the grassroots cannot rise, everyone is slowly moving in their own direction, and living is a kind of progress, compared to those who died yesterday.

Win City looked at me sadly and desperately, he didn't understand my world, and I couldn't understand his helplessness, he wanted to upgrade and fight monsters like other protagonists to surpass the sky.

But I had no choice but to meet such a superb author, and God gave me the heaviest knife in my most desperate moment.

But I still let my protagonist come alive and accompany me through spring, summer, autumn and winter.

I don't know what my future holds, that I will die tragically on the streets begging for food.

I still wander around in a luxury car, but I know that with Winning City, everything will be fine.

The fluorescent light made the back of my head hot, and my whole body twitched desperately, hoping that someone would understand.

I tapped my teeth with my phone, feeling so strong that countless delicacies had passed through my teeth.

To prove that my teeth are indeed hard enough and not weaker than my penis.

Caught a mad dog and began to bite each other, this dog is a well-known vicious dog, and his owner has found many well-known dog trainers.

But it didn't work, the dog was hopeless, and I appeared.

I bit each other with this dog until one of them couldn't stand the pain, I'm sorry, but in the end I actually won, how about it, peculiar.

But that's not the weirdest thing, and the happiest thing is that I finally made it once.

As we all know, growing up, I was neither smart nor stupid, but I was persistent.

Although I am hitting the street at the moment, in the future, I may be the next Mo Yan.

Mo Yan means silent, my glasses have always been thought to be full of mythology and can change color.

When encountering a beautiful woman, it can be seen through, ah accompanied, not in perspective, but turned blue.

It is said that at the beginning of people, the sex was sassy, the old man was sexual, and the old lady was, and they danced together in a square.

This is Yingcheng's understanding of square dancing copied from the future historical records.

My stomach hurts, and I regret spending 12 yuan to order a takeout instead of letting my phone check if his hygiene is up to standard.

I can imagine how the shopkeeper who had been cut for a thousand dollars made the dead pork into soup dumplings.

I immediately sent Yingcheng to draw a circle to curse him for becoming a dead pork in the next life, which caused me to have diarrhea and pull the chrysanthemum to the pain of non-stop.

I've been a history of pain since I was a child, other people have diarrhea, it's very cool to have diarrhea, I have diarrhea, and the chrysanthemum will still smoke.

My chrysanthemums will cramp, which is also a special skill I have mastered, and it is true that the chrysanthemums are broken and the ground is full of wounds, I understand it.

I miss my tablemate, when I was a freshman in high school, she would bring me clothes every time I had a stomachache.

She is such a kind person, and as a result, I am so wolf-hearted and barking, I have nothing, I have written for many years, and I have achieved nothing.

And she probably didn't know which memory box I threw into.

But when I have diarrhea, I still think of her, it's a desire to be cared for, and I miss her so much.

Xu Yunhao, do you know how much I miss you, I am eager to get ahead, relying on the manuscript fee to marry you, after so many years, you may have been through the wind and frost now, but I still remember the flower clothes you gave me to cover my stomach.

Bingbing, this indifferent robot, opened the space-time tunnel at the moment, allowing me to see her.

Ten years later, she has worked, but it is not very smooth, and her boss always harasses her.

Later, through the family introduction, she found a guy with a better family than me.

Twenty years later, she is married, she has children, she is no longer young, her face is starting to have wrinkles, and her children are lovely.

Thirty years later, she is full of sorrow, she is in her fifties, her husband no longer loves her, she can only tolerate it, her temperament is excellent, this starts from her first year of high school can tolerate a bad temper person like me.

Then the tragedy began, she was in her sixties, the heavy housework dragged her down, her hands were no longer as smooth and delicate as they were back then, only her eyes still revealed the same despair of reality, and she was completely separated from her husband.

At this time, my tears flowed, I knew that the kind girl, she was ruined like this, her character determined that she would not fall out with her family, so she would only end up marrying someone who was not very suitable.

But I still can't accept that this movie is too real, is this the silhouette of the future in the time tunnel?

You, who are at the same table, how can this be, the author's tears flowed hot at this moment.

Ying Cheng wiped my face and said to me, don't cry, this is the future, cruel but incomparably present

Real future.

It's like it's useless for you to cry now, too many readers care about the gods, and you can only sigh all this in the stomach of the little dark room.

Who knows my suffering, for ten years, I have been fighting against fate every day, and the protagonist of my pen has succeeded against the sky, but I am sadly cornered by fate.

This is really a great irony, the characters written by the online novelist are all extraordinary and successful, while the real author is driven crazy.

When I was in a mess with stomach pain, I suddenly found that no one came to love me, and I was in the corner of the night, crying.

Xu Yunhao, you are not by my side, I don't know when to eat, I always go to eat hastily when I am hungry and panicked, and my stomach is very uncomfortable, uncomfortable as my heart, how I miss you.

Xu luck, declining me, if I hadn't met you, maybe I would have fallen a long time ago, you don't know that you became my tablemate.

I wake up every morning to say your name, you are like my patron saint, you always wake me up when I doze off in class.

I miss the smell of your clothes so much, it's really special and unforgettable.

Remember the many letters I wrote to you, and they were burned by you? Remember that pendant I gave you? It's thrown by you.

When I hid under the covers, thinking about your warm smile like spring, it was really beautiful, so beautiful that I couldn't bear to wake up, I wanted to be like this all the time.

Win Cheng comforted me and said, "Author, you will get out of it, readers are human, they will help you change your fate." "

Outside, at the door of the big hotel, there were crazy fireworks venting the sadness of abundance, and I endured the pain in my stomach and coded this text.

Only pain can make you recall the care of the past, and you will gradually understand that this kind of human love is the truest love in the world.