On a dark night, you don't know what's going to happen, just like you don't know what fantasy writers are going to write in their next novel. In the urban yīn film, many people are singing and dancing, and many more are struggling to survive. There are many kinds of struggles, you can choose to frown, you can choose to pick your nose, you can laugh and struggle, and of course you can cry, because no matter how you do it, you are struggling, above that.

-- The author's inscription

"In the forbidden zone that cannot be delineated by the coordinates of the universe, there is a planet that produces sweet potatoes, and there lives a great man full of wisdom, whose name is Lev. Tolstoy, but he was affectionately known as Gargamel......

Gargamel's tiger body was shocked, and the king's aura came out vigorously, and many blue jīng spirit warriors cried to be his little brother......

The wheels of history begin to turn......

They collectively cultivated the world's number one god attack sunflower fighting spirit......

They defeated the handsome Magic Knight Mario......

They defeated the wise Pipiru of Whitebeard......

They built the most powerful empire, the Ultraman Empire......"

Liu Mang's glasses flickered vigorously under the reflection of the computer screen, his unkempt head was equipped with two eyes that pierced the night, and his flying hands brought up his beating ten fingers, "crackling" indescribably chic and freehand. The keyboard that flicked under his hands trembled incessantly, moaning about his master's excitement and depicting his own helplessness and misfortune.

Speaking of this hooligan, no, it's Liu Mang, that's a great character. He is 177 tall and weighs seventy-one, how can he look like an ordinary man, when he was in the engineering school, Leng relied on a mouth to deceive several literary girls with a science body with their eyes and their heads swelled. Every day, I sit in the library and discuss literature in groups.

Tsk, among those rìs, Liu Mang is addicted to literary talents. Open your mouth to Duras, close your mouth to Kundera, and you can reminisce about the lost years with a fart, and anyone who sees it has to shout "Hey, literary youth". The only fly in the ointment is that the food of green vegetables and tofu is not as good as the petty bourgeoisie of coffee bread and steak, but it is also gorgeously called "cultivating the mind and raising the heart" by Liu Mang. The corners of his mouth fade out of the bird's rì, Liu Mang's trip is in a group of engineering dinosaurs, like a fish in water, it is a joy, every time I think of it, I have an endless aftertaste.

Reading rìzi always passes faster than anything else, and the light yīn is like the free mustard soup in the school cafeteria that no one pays attention to. Gone, gone. Graduate, get a job, and go your separate ways. Not even the memories left any traces on Liu Mang.

I don't know which famous philosopher held back a sentence under the collapse of life, saying that life is just a bunch of helplessness and a bunch of troubles. Liu Mang didn't remember the name of the philosopher, but he remembered what the philosopher said. It's been a year since he graduated in a blink of an eye, and Brother Liu broke two calves, so he didn't get a job with a monthly salary of more than 2K. In a city as bright as Shanghai, if there is no 2K Grandpa Mao, can you still live?

Seeing the little characters who followed behind their buttocks and listened to the teachings back then, wearing suits and ties, with pink faces, entering and exiting office buildings that were not as tall as man-made, they waved paper printed with the portrait of Grandpa Mao in their gestures. Liu Mang's heart is really not a taste. "If you are poor, you will think about change" is very reasonable, Liu Mang, who was born in engineering, thought of his own specialty, or his disguised specialty, and made up stories in a desperate situation.

In fact, there are several kinds of people who make up stories, like the two-word everyone surnamed Wang, and a few swear words have become a philosophical 160,000-word manuscript, with a real money of 3.6 million manuscript fees, and his old man is saying that he will take it, without mercy! Let's call this technical work, no name and no gas, who likes to lose so much money and silver flowers from you?

Another example is that the third young master of a certain family, who desperately rushes the manuscript every day, and has a problem with his waist in a hurry, and the whole ten million words in three years is "swish", and the annual income is more than one million votes. However, that kind of hard work is not something that ordinary people can bear, and it can only be said to be technical work.

Whether it's physical or technical, as long as the numbers on the account go up! It's just good to live!

As a literary young man, Liu Mang has absolutely no numbers on his account, even if there are more than four digits, it has to include two decimal places. However, there are numbers on his trousers, and he takes a tape measure to his waist every day, in case the belly pops out, it means that Liu Mang's eldest brother has successfully rubbed so-and-so's grain. Eat two more meals to save a day's worth of food! Over the past year, there have been countless college classmates who have been harmed by him, and whenever the university's friends hear that Liu Mang is going out to eat, they hide from each other, and they don't bring their wallets, but they are also interesting.

Liu Mang is a literate person, as soon as a person is educated, he is easy to be arrogant, and a year's job search experience is a complete murder of his desire to go to work. Liu Mang thinks about it, make up a story, make up a story. If you want to compile it, you have to make it up, newspapers and magazines are bottomless pits, and you can't take your turn if you throw yourself into the sea. Nowadays, the popular thing is Internet culture, and we engineering literati have to engrave our own style on the Internet, which is called culture, and it seems that money is also better......

Let the wheels of history roll over and over and out flowers, and we are not in vain.

There are many cluttered literary websites, some of which advocate story content, some care about the training of newbies, and some have a good relationship with publishers. Liu Mang closed his eyes and picked casually, and the result was very satisfied, because he also went to the biggest one.

Liu Mang was very innocent at the time, he started when he thought of it, and the corners of his mouth twitched with a smug smile, the whole set of names and numbers was there back then, what do we call when we mix the library......

The username has already been registered......

Liu Mang was dumbfounded, who will grab his own ID, change his ID, right? Let's not call it Ba Sing, let's call it Yanyu Jiangnan Head Office, right? ……

The user is also registered......

The annoyed Liu Mang wanted to smash the computer at that time, think about it or forget it, let's call it a fantasy, dream into the mystery, right? But I wonder why the system prompted with a "also" before......

The user is still registered......

Liu Mang is angry that if he doesn't fight anywhere, he just thinks that you can help the bad boy dare to grab Lao Tzu's ID. The computer actually bullied the Sprinkle family, let's call the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera......

You don't have any new goods? ……

A shrill whistle pierced the clouds and pierced the dark night......

Liu Mang was completely furious at that time - holding the computer and walking to the balcony. It's a pity that he didn't dare to smash it, so he shrank back and went back to the house. It's not because I'm reluctant to use the computer, it's because there are already roars around me, and the loud shouts are all accompanied by a feeling of anger, and everyone knows that ghost screams in the middle of the night can easily disturb some human behaviors. Liu Mang is not stupid, not stupid enough to throw something to attract everyone's attention. Just next door, Liu Mang remembered where a certain underworld big brother lived in a dozen nǎi......

It is said that there are a lot of people queuing up to see men's diseases the next day, and they are all looking for shrinkage.

However, let's say again, under such a bad situation and under such difficult conditions, Liu Mang actually came up with a name that he thought was good - "my name is seven words". So, the wheel of history began to grind rice cakes.

But in the words of Liu Mang's girlfriend Min'er, this name is just looking for a draw!