I couldn't find inspiration, so I started to think crookedly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Soon, a crooked idea came out of my head.

I decided to copy myself once, take out the most proud work written during the Ling Feng period, and without changing the main story framework, follow its routine, change the plot, change the character, and renovate the content of the novel from the inside out, so that it can be transformed into a new novel, and use this novel to deal with the white-haired old man.

Plagiarizing and adapting my own novel is really a very simple and easy thing for me, a writer with a lot of writing experience.

Although it is not honorable to say this, and it is not my intention, I also think very clearly, instead of being in a daze, waiting for the inspiration that does not know when it will appear, and wasting time in vain, it is better to use a little crooked brain like this and finish the task early, which is the king.

With that up to my mind, I couldn't wait to get to work.

In fact, I have done this kind of thing when I was alive, and this is not the first time I have done this, and I still have some experience in this area.

Within a few days, I had already written more than 100,000 words.

Originally, it stands to reason that I have written more than 100,000 words in a few days, and the progress of the novel is quite fast, so I should be happy. But I don't know why, when I look at the work in front of me, I am not happy at all, and even have a feeling of disgust.

This makes me very confused, and as I said before, I also did plagiarism of my own work during my lifetime. At that time, as now, I couldn't write because of the lack of inspiration, and there was a contract with the website that required me to deliver the manuscript within the specified time, so in the end, I had to be cheeky enough to copy myself again and try to cope with it.

Because of this incident, I have also been scolded by many readers on the Internet, but I don't care, after all, it is not my intention, but just a move that I have to take for practical reasons, which is a compromise in front of money, and I also laugh at myself as a businessman dressed as a writer.

But this time I plagiarized my own work, but I couldn't find an excuse to let go, including the reasons I used before, and there was no way to excuse myself at all.

Under the influence of this disgust, I gradually lost the motivation to write. Stop, staring at the screen in front of me, looking at the manuscript as if it had been copied, although it had been changed, but it had no mind. At this moment, in my eyes, the first draft of more than 100,000 words is completely soulless waste paper.

"! What am I writing about? "I started complaining to the computer screen.

After complaining, I tried to put my hand on the keyboard and continue typing, but my hand was so heavy that I couldn't lift it. In a fit of rage, I could only turn off the computer, sit on a chair, and stare out the window with blank eyes.

When night fell, I was still sitting like a log in my chair in the study. There were no lights on in the house, but it was not dark. The lighting in the study is very good, and the two huge floor-to-ceiling windows can shine in through the windows even at night, so that the study can get some light.

"Alas!" I sighed heavily, "I'm annoyed! Let's go out and breathe! Grumbling, he got up from his chair.

Walked out of the study, left the house, and went out for a walk with an irritable heart.

When I went out this time, I didn't go to any special places, but a bar that I used to go to when I was alive. Of course I took a taxi, and I still have a shadow of driving myself.

The bar I often go to is located in the old Bund of Ningbo. Speaking of the old Bund in Ningbo, it is different from the Bund in Shanghai, although it is not as big as Shanghai, but it has its own unique style.

The Bund, the earliest in China, has European-style architecture, giving people a quiet artistic atmosphere during the day and a gathering place for young people at night.

I got out of the car and walked slowly into the old Bund, and suddenly I felt like I was visiting the old place again. Looking at the familiar scene in front of me, I felt inexplicably emotional. Not long ago, when I came here, my name was still "Ling Feng", but now, I have changed my new identity and walked on this road that I am already familiar with.

With a sense of melancholy, I walked slowly forward, and around a corner, I walked to the door of the bar. Raising his head, he glanced at the flashing sign, and muttered to himself, "Are those guys going to be here today?" ”

The guys I am talking about refer to the group of fox friends who used to spend all day drinking with me in my lifetime, eating and drinking at the lake, that is, those guys who were listless at my funeral.

Walking into the bar, I found a corner and sat down, drinking what I used to drink, quietly watching the lively crowd in the bar.

Soon, I found the guys I used to drink and brag with in the crowd. The guys were holding their beers at the moment, drinking them in high spirits, as if they were talking about something very interesting.

Due to the distance and the lively atmosphere in the bar, I didn't hear what the old drinkers were saying as I sat in the corner. But even if I didn't hear anything, I could guess what these guys were talking about, and at the end of the day, it was nothing more than some braggart. I really don't have the slightest interest in such boring things, so I don't listen to them.

The only thing that interested me in this group of drinking and bragging guys was that I found that bastard who sarcastically mocked me for finding a substitute driver among them. It's this bastard, talking nonsense, and having nothing to provoke, which caused me to end up where I am today, and when it comes to it, I can be regarded as the culprit.

At this moment, this bastard guy was pouring beer and talking about something, looking very happy, obviously not taking the previous mistakes to heart at all.

Seeing him so elated, my heart suddenly became angry, and the blood in my whole body boiled, and I instantly surged into my heart, and I wanted to rush up immediately and teach that bastard a hard lesson to relieve the hatred in my heart.

My eyes were staring at that bastard, if staring could kill someone, I'm afraid this guy would have been killed hundreds of times by this time.

The anger in his heart became more and more intense, and his body began to move. I unconsciously clenched the cup in my hand, and slowly stood up from my seat, without thinking of anything, just thinking about using the cup in my hand to open a scoop for the bastard, which can be regarded as a beautiful greeting gift to him.