"I, a man who just died?" Lying on the dilapidated sofa, Chen Feng smiled bitterly. With great difficulty, he had only taken three or four steps before he fell in front of the mirror and spat blood. There was a noisy sound under the sofa, and three black creatures rushed out from under the bed like lightning, not caring about the existence of Chen Feng, the master, and licking the pool of warm blood foam on the dry and hard mud floor, very cheerful.

Looking at the three black little mice, Chen Feng's face overflowed with bitterness again, "It turns out that the family has reached this point of poverty. ”

Looking up, this home is not small, two hundred square meters, two floors up and down, several bedrooms, as far as the eye can see, although the house is a little dilapidated, but there is no problem with sheltering from the wind and rain. I don't know how long the furniture at home hasn't been scrubbed, a musty smell permeates the room, the tables and chairs are as black as ink, in Chen Feng's memory, it used to be mahogany furniture, but now? Chen Feng smiled bitterly and sighed in his heart: Brother, you are really tragic!

I touched the shriveled pockets, and there were three more red stamps. Chen Feng sighed, at least he wouldn't starve to death.

When he opened the door, the dazzling sunlight shone into his eyes, Chen Feng naturally blocked it, and the memory resurfaced, "I haven't been out of the room for three months." His stomach growled, and he didn't have time to sigh, dragging his body towards the food restaurant.

It's already eight o'clock, and it's the busiest time for dinner.

Although Chen Feng's body is tall, but a gust of wind can blow down, he has a bit of self-knowledge, so he waited in line for three or four minutes with peace of mind, and waited for an uncle to finish the powder in the nearest principle, and then sat down.

When the middle-aged uncle left, he looked at him with disdain.

Chen Feng smiled bitterly, just now his eyes were almost pierced, saliva almost flowed out, he naturally wouldn't bother with the middle-aged uncle, drank a few sips of water in a row to extinguish the smoking throat, and then shouted in a hoarse voice: "Auntie, come to a bowl of noodles." ”

"Okay!" The boss is a shrewd and capable middle-aged woman, the charm still exists, the vicissitudes of life glanced at Chen Feng's side, dexterously got down a large beach of noodles into the pot, waited for thirty or forty seconds, quickly got out of the pot for a few nights, and shouted to the middle-aged man next to him, "The young man on the left is so hungry that you send him noodles first." ”

The man nodded, took two bowls of noodles, and brought one of them to Chen Feng's table, and then quickly sent noodles to the other guests. At this moment, Chen Feng had already dripping water, and he didn't care whether the noodles were hot or not, so he ate it in a big gulp.

At ten o'clock, there were many fewer people, but the proprietress did not stop, the shrewd and capable eyes were a little sluggish, and after the face was ready, she asked her husband to send it up. At ten o'clock, after Chen Feng ate the fifth bowl of noodles, he patted his stomach with satisfaction and settled the bill.

"Husband, that young man is so thin, he can eat so much, he has the style you had back then." The proprietress quipped. At this moment, the man was still chewing on the noodles, looking at the man who had swallowed the sixth bowl of noodles, the proprietress shook her head with a smile, and her eyes shot a spring light, and the past was vivid......

The man smiled innocently.

Chen Feng regained his strength, but although this body was tall, it had been hollowed out inside, and he felt that he was staggering when he walked, like a drunk man, as if a gust of wind could blow it down, "Hey, let's exercise more." ’

After walking more than 100 meters, Chen Feng returned to his spacious and bright house, unlocked and opened the room, a disgusting musty smell came to his face, and Chen Feng retreated. His eyes swept over the dried instant noodles and the happy little mouse in the soaked noodles and smiled bitterly, "Oh my God, how long has it been since I was clean." ”

Chen Feng searched for memories in his mind and got a very clear answer: it has been half a year.

"If you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world? Well, now that you've decided to exercise, go for it! Chen Feng took the broom in front of the door and rushed into the room that had not been occupied for a long time.

Busy life begins.

At half past eleven, Chen Feng raised all the garbage in the house to be big and strong with his instant noodle food, and then threw out more than a dozen rats that died because of lack of food.

The room looked like it was already occupied by some people. Chen Feng took a bucket of water at the door, took a rag, and walked towards the room with water.

The house of more than 200 square meters, although it is only two floors, is enough to keep Chen Feng busy. In addition to a laptop that has been eliminated on the market for several years, there is also an LCD TV, there are no valuable items, so Chen Feng does not have to worry about any loss.

Putting away the computer, LCD TV and expensive accessories, Chen Feng began to get busy again.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Feng officially finished his work today, and the room was polished by him. Lying on the somewhat shabby sofa, Chen Feng let out a long sigh and finally finished it.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and Chen Feng truly understood this truth.

Closing his eyes, Chen Feng began to sort out the memories in his mind, the smile on his face became more and more bitter, and the emotion in his heart came naturally. sighed: "Brother, you really don't know how to learn!" ”

The owner of the previous body has the same name and surname as him, Chen Feng. And the two have very similar experiences, both can't find a job after graduating from college, but the owner of this body has chosen a very different profession: online writer, while Chen Feng chose a novel editor.

Although the previous owner is rich in imagination, but the writing is extremely poor, in the Qin Dynasty network where many famous novelists gathered, where is there a place? Although he wrote countless novels, none of them could receive remuneration and was rejected by the Qin Dynasty.

It's been a year since he wrote his novel, and now the number of words in his novel has reached more than 3 million words, which can be called an out-and-out fast gunner, but he has not earned a manuscript fee. (Hey!) Tragedy, I don't even have the qualifications to fight the streets! This guy was coding words in front of the computer, but he was suddenly struck by a lightning strike, and then died, so that Chen Feng, who was also struck by lightning, got this body after a series of changes in physics, chemistry and many other things that are difficult for scientists to understand.

Chen Feng's very strange behavior of the surname has already been determined in his previous life, and the name is: crossing!

He understood the obsession of his previous master's body, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: write a novel that the world will worship. Chen Feng sighed and said in his heart: "Brother, don't worry, I will let the world remember you." ”

The moment he opened his eyes, Chen Feng's eyes became extraordinarily bright, flashing with determination. He is different from the previous owner of this body, he is a novel editor, and his understanding of novels can be said to be far better than that of his previous street writer (the body owner is not even a street owner).

And he has a secret weapon that drives the world's novelists crazy.

In a search engine, Chen Feng tried to type in two big characters of the novel, and a string of novel names floated in his mind, so Chen Feng did not worry about whether he could become a famous novelist.

After dinner, Chen Feng still had more than 200 yuan on him, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly, whether he would starve to death in the future depends on whether the novels of his previous life can be accepted by the people of this world.

Chen Feng skillfully typed a few big characters on the Qin Dynasty network and logged in.

I hesitated for a while.

"Which account do you use?" Chen Feng was a little distressed.

There were so many accounts of the previous owner that he was a little dizzy, and he sighed, "Forget it, let's create a new account!" ”

Chen Feng re-registered an account and gave the author name: "Nirvana"

Then I landed on the author's page, filled in a series of identities, mobile phones, and many other information, and finally stopped in the column where the author wanted to say, thought for a while, and then wrote: Everyone thinks I'm writing a book, but no one knows I'm copying a book.

"It's a memorial to the previous life!" Chen Feng sighed.