The next day, at noon. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The whole city of the capital has experienced a common haze weather, the whole city is shrouded in a gray cloud, but the weather is still so uneasy and hot, and there are few people on the streets.

in the room.

Wen Zhile was still sitting on the stool, leaning forward and lying on the computer desk to sleep.

It's been a long time.

Wen Zhile, who was lying on the computer desk, moved his head slightly, gradually woke up, touched his temples, frowned, and said with a wry smile: "My head hurts a little, this can't be a fake beer, pit daddy."

Wen Zhile muttered, ready to see how Song Yuhang was doing, as soon as he turned his head, the bed was empty, and there was a pile of messy quilts left, thinking that this time should be "going to work", but because Mao didn't carry me to the bed, how tired I was sleeping here, I immediately felt the soreness of my whole body, and yelled loudly: ", Song Yuhang, you are a pit, you go and you carry me to the bed, let my brother sleep in the bed......"

After Wen Zhile finished speaking, he frowned and closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, after a while, it seemed to have some effect, got up and staggered out of the door, washed his face and brushed his teeth and took a bath, and after washing, he returned to the room and began to clean up the garbage in the room......

……

More than an hour passed.

"That's pretty much it, it's beautiful!" Wen Zhile held the mop in his hand, looked at the clean ground and muttered, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, looked at the clean room and smiled, looked at the bed like a pig's nest, walked over and grabbed the two corners of the quilt and shook it, the red flower paper floated down like a rain of flowers, Wen Zhile fell, the corners of his mouth naturally hung a charming smile, and murmured: "You are afraid that my brother will starve to death, but ...... Your affection, my brother will always remember it, and I will give it to you when my brother is developed...... Hey......"

Wen Zhile said and spoke, suddenly sighed and stopped, no longer speaking, it's really hard to mix without a golden finger, there are such a group of old ghosts in all walks of life, and newcomers without a background can't walk on any road......

Collected the money and counted it, it was three thousand yuan, which was enough for Wen Zhile to live for a month, Wen Zhile's eyes were uncontrollably moist, and his hand trembled slightly and put the money into his pocket......

……

After a while.

Wen Zhile began to clean up the bed, and after cleaning up, he went to the bathroom to wash his face, went back to the room and took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Song Yuhang, "Take care, brother, no matter who has anything to do with our two brothers, let's lie down together!" Don't abandon and don't give up! ”

Wen Zhile smiled slightly after sending the message, put on his shoes and put on his mobile wallet and went out.

The target is the vegetable market, buy vegetables and come back to cook and eat.

……

Somewhere in the capital, in an unfinished building.

"What's most important in the 21st century? Is it the talent who knows? A bunch of stupid pigs! All day long, you know that you will die on the streets one day! ”

A sturdy man with his hands behind his back, was reprimanding the group of hairy boys in front of him, he was Song Yuhang, his voice was very loud at this time, and suddenly the mobile phone was called, and he was puzzled, there were no more than five people who knew his mobile phone number, he took out the mobile phone and looked at it, his pupils contracted at this moment, and he immediately smiled.

"What did I see, do you see that Devil Song is smiling?"

"yes!"

"It's as hard to see as a sow going up a tree, tsk......"

"Take a commemorative photo, hurry up, you won't be able to take pictures when Song Motou comes back to his senses!"

……

Song Yuhang came back to his senses, looked at this group of rabbit cubs looking at him like monkeys, and roared angrily: "You little rabbits, do two hundred push-ups on the spot and carry out the order!" ”

"Damn, who just said they wanted to take pictures......"

"That's the bastard!"

"Wait for the end of the scene to get him, explode his chrysanthemum!"

……

Looking at their chirping and chattering endlessly, Song Yuhang said with a gloomy face but very calmly: "Shut up, who still has more mouths, add a hundred collectives!" ”

Looking at Song Yuhang's expression, everyone collectively trembled, and there was no more chatter in the audience, and they all started push-ups silently......

……

Market.

Wen Zhile held a large pile of bulging plastic bags in both hands, and quickly walked out, this time purchasing nearly 400 yuan of materials, most of which were cooked food.

Looking at the scorching sun overhead, Wen Zhile went out against the sun, his stomach was already hungry, he rushed home to cook and eat, and walked up quickly with great strides......

……

at home.

"Good fellow, it's really tiring to carry so many things!" Wen Zhile put down all the bags, looked at the red hand, shook it, muttered, went to the bathroom to wash his face, went back to the room and went out with the dishes......

……

It's been a long time.

Wen Zhile had already eaten, and after packing up his things, he sat in front of the computer, turned on the computer, looked at the boot page and muttered to himself: "Start writing a book today, you are waiting for Lao Tzu to swell your face!" Hey hey ......"

After muttering a few words, Wen Zhile fell into deep thought, what kind of book was he thinking about, urban or fantasy or fairy or history or martial arts or ...... Plagiarized the great god's masterpiece, but, after thinking about it for a long time, Wen Zhile found that he couldn't remember the great god's work, and he had written about the city, although he was a eunuch, but he couldn't figure out other types......

"I can't write the works of the great gods, so let's write about the city! Just this is the best point...... "Wen Zhile thought about it and chose the urban type, even if he hit the street in his previous life, but he has accumulated experience, what golden three chapters, what hundred words out of the protagonist, what to leave suspense, what leads to contradictions, what shows the main line...... He knows all about Wen Zhile, but he will say that he can't write.

It's like there's a bridge for him to walk, but he can't find a guide, he doesn't know where the bridge is, so he can only cross the river by feeling the stones, that's how he urine......

Speaking of the novels written by Wen Zhile in his previous life, they are a big genre with the "Lonely Second Force" and "Rebirth and Becoming a Writer", both of which are literary heroes, but the "Lonely Second Force" is copied from the beginning to the end, and Wen Zhile's book is written by the brain...... At that time, it was too cool to write at the beginning, and it was not easy to write at the end......

"Do you want to continue the book from your previous life?" Wen Zhile was puzzled, if he continued to write the book in his previous life, changed the previous plot to his weaknesses, and he could start coding words in minutes, he didn't have to think about it for long, because the content of that book had already been deeply imprinted in his mind, a lingering memory.

Wen Zhile gradually fell silent, thought about it again, and after a long time, Wen Zhile, who came to his senses, smiled and muttered: "Let's continue to write that unfinished book, and see how much my literary talent has grown over the years!" ”

Talking and writing began immediately, Wen Zhile downloaded a code word software on the Internet, installed it, closed his eyes and pondered for a few minutes, suddenly, Wen Zhile opened his eyes, moved his hand to the keyboard, and began to create books with his fingers on the keyboard.