Frightened, I sat down on the edge of the flower bed behind me, wiped the cold sweat oozing from my forehead with my hands, and gasped for breath, trying to calm my emotions at the moment. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But after I was frightened, every time a car passed in front of me, my heart beat inexplicably faster, and it became more difficult to breathe. At this point, trying to calm down has become quite difficult for me.

After a short rest for a few minutes, my heart still couldn't calm down, staring at the road in front of me with some fear, and helplessly laughed at myself in my heart: "It seems that today's luck is not good, and it is not suitable to go out, so I should stay at home obediently!" If you think about it, it's still good to eat instant noodles! ”

In this way, my plan to go out for the first time after being reborn failed to do so!

I stood up, shuffled my heavy steps, and walked back step by step.

Back at the entrance of the community, the security guard on duty was still very enthusiastic and nodded at me.

Maybe it's because my face is too pale at the moment, and when I walked past the security guard, he asked with concern, "Mr. Chu, what's wrong with you?" Your face is terrible, are you okay? ”

Hearing the words "Mr. Chu", I didn't react for a while, I didn't realize that his name was me, and I even subconsciously looked around, trying to find Mr. Chu in the mouth of the security guard.

It was precisely because of my behavior, which seemed very abnormal to outsiders, that the security guard looked at me in surprise, and his tone became extremely cautious, deliberately lowered his voice, and asked softly: "Mr. Chu, are you in any trouble?" ”

It wasn't until this time that my slow brain reacted, and it turned out that Mr. Chu in the mouth of the security guard was referring to me!

After figuring out the situation, I immediately made up a plausible reason and explained to the security guard: "I'm fine, but I was just frightened by a wild cat that suddenly popped out of the roadside." After saying that, I smirked at the security guard, and before he could react, I immediately walked briskly towards home.

As soon as I got home, the unhappiness in my heart completely exploded. I originally wanted to take advantage of the night to go out and have a good time, but in the end, I just walked around the community and didn't do anything fun, but I was shocked into a cold sweat.

I sat weakly on the sofa in the living room, so irritable that I didn't want to do anything, staring at the ceiling, trying to relieve the depression in my heart. If I hadn't been so hungry at the end, I would never have left the couch.

Reluctantly, I reluctantly cooked a bowl of instant noodles and reluctantly fed myself, and I began to think about what I should do in the next time. After all, for me, who often stays up late, I am still far from the time to sleep at this moment.

However, I didn't come up with anything funny, and in the end, without coming up with any ideas, I decided to start writing novels.

With that, I dragged my lazy body and sat down in front of the computer.

Start your computer and open Word. After that, I went into a long daze mode, staring blankly at the screen with my eyes blank. After half a day's work, there was not a single word typed out on the snow-white word document.

If you don't have inspiration, you can't write anything, which is a normal thing for people in the writing industry. Even those writers who stand at the top of the pyramid don't say they can write immediately.

Uninspired, clogged up, that's where I'm at the moment. Helpless, I couldn't seem to think of a good solution for a while, except for staring at the computer screen in a daze.

Time ticks tick, 21 o'clock... 22 o'clock... 23 o'clock...

The spark of inspiration still shows no signs of appearing. I rolled my eyes, held my cheeks, and struggled until the wee hours of the morning.

Eventually, when it was still blank, I turned off the computer and went back to my room full of grievances.

I thought that when I woke up, things would get better. Unfortunately, it backfired, and when I woke up, my mind was still blank, and I couldn't find any sign of inspiration.

Writing takes inspiration, and without inspiration, it's hard to write something decent. But inspiration is such a thing, and you can't force it, it's not something you want, you can have it immediately. Even if inspiration comes out of nowhere, it can be like a meteor in the sky, swishing across the sky, and disappearing completely before you have time to react.

For me now, in my thinking world, it is already dark clouds at the moment, and now let alone a meteor, I am afraid that I can't even see a shining point.

Soon, two days had passed, and my computer screen was still white, with nothing. My inspiration, after being reborn, vanished without a trace.

Sitting in front of the computer, my mood gradually became agitated, grabbing my hair a little frantically, and muttering endlessly: "I'm going to go!" After eating too much instant noodles, my brain is blocked! If you go on like this, you will definitely have to take the life of a dog! ”

Obviously, my mood has fluctuated dramatically. And such a big mood swing has a lot to do with my previous overly optimistic thoughts.

At the beginning, because of my absolute confidence in writing itself, I didn't take this task too seriously, and even thought about using the extra time to go out after writing in advance.

But what I never expected was that when I was ready to start writing, I had no inspiration at all, my train of thought was completely blocked, and I held it for two days, and nothing came out, which was completely different from what I had expected.

At this time, the plot is developing in an unexpected direction. This reality is like a basin of cold water poured from my heart and extinguished my enthusiasm. This invisible sense of disparity caused my original self-confidence to gradually collapse, and my emotions naturally fluctuated greatly.

This kind of emotional fluctuation not only does not help the generation of inspiration, but will become a stumbling block to the emergence of inspiration, making it even more difficult for me, who has no inspiration in the first place, to see the possibility of its appearance.

I sat down in front of the computer again and meditated for a long time, but there was still no sign of inspiration. At this time, I realized that I couldn't continue like this, and I had to think of a solution.

So, I gave up on the search for inspiration and started thinking about other solutions. The white-haired old man just wants a novel that can infect him, so wouldn't it be nice if I prepared a novel like this for him?

And just like that, a crooked idea ran out of my head.