At 12 o'clock in the night, Gu Changjun was still tapping in front of the computer...... He's not working overtime. As a professional writer, it's normal to choose to work at this time. These days, there is too much noise during the day, especially after everyone starts buying cars. Moreover, like many people in this year, Gu Changjun has always felt groggy during the day, where is that mental state suitable for creation? Even what he writes is some, pee, and fart...... So the evening became his working time. For the sake of an income of one or two thousand yuan a month, day and night are reversed, confusing black and white.

Gu Changjun picked up the long sword on the ground and gently pulled a sword flower ......"

Gu Changjun's fingers tapped quickly, his novel is playing martial arts, and the protagonist has the same name as him, which is considered a "homo" work, but even if it is "personally on the horse", it is also a story that has been spinning around in his head since he was a child, and the situation of clicking and subscribing is still not optimistic. This made him extremely unhappy. He didn't understand that he was only one word different from the name of the great director Gu Changwei, and only one word different from the diplomat Gu Weijun during the Republic of China, how could he be so far behind these two? But no matter how unhappy he was, he could only complain in his heart...... I don't have time. The number of subscriptions to the novel is insufficient, and if he does not make up for it with the number of words, his income will inevitably drop significantly. He doesn't have a few cents in his hand now, so he can't even open a new book. It's not that I don't want to, but I don't dare to ...... In case the new book is not favored by readers, and the number of subscriptions is insufficient, isn't he wasting months in vain? At that time, he is afraid that he will be cleaned out of the house by the landlord because of rent arrears.

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"I have a good mood when I see you, and I will be happy without warming up, because my eyes and ears have a tacit understanding, you know how well I know you, and I have a good mood with you......"

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"Gu Changjun volleyed ...... with a sword"

Gu Changjun was writing "himself" to show his might, and he was about to use a sword to light the nineteen states, but the phone rang suddenly. In the middle of the night, the sudden sound startled him.

"Sick? What do you call in the middle of the night? I don't know if Lao Tzu is busy? ”

Picked up the phone and looked at the caller ID, Gu Changjun pressed the answer button, but his tone was very unpolite.

"Old Gu? You are Lao Gu, are you really Lao Gu? ——”

The other end of the phone ignored his harshness, and instead came a scream, as if extremely surprised.

"Nonsense. Me, of course. What is it called? Are you sick? Gu Changjun frowned, of course he knew who was on the other end of the phone. Like him, the guy on the other end is also a writer, and he is almost as good as him, and he is seriously deficient in the above, and slightly more than the bottom. The two also knew each other well, because they were classmates in school, they had visited their brothers in a dormitory, and they had worked together in the same company for three years, and then, for some reason, they were laid off together, and then, when they couldn't find a job, they almost joined the writer industry together.

"Lao Gu, Lao Gu, woo woo......"

Gu Changjun was annoyed by being interrupted by someone, but what he didn't expect was that there was a crying voice on the other end of the phone...... When I heard that voice, I almost broke my liver and intestines.

"What's wrong?" Gu Changjun was frightened, "You were kicked out by the landlord?" ”

"Woo......" The other head seemed to snort, "Lao Gu - save me!" ”

"I ......", it must be that the new book is not good, the income is gone, and the landlord has kicked him out. Gu Changjun sighed: "Then you can come over...... Anyway, I only have a bed here, and you can barely squeeze it open when you come over and make a bunk. ”

"It's not ......" the avatar wiped a handful of tears again, "Lao Gu, I wore ......"

"Nonsense, could it be that you still got out of the house?" Gu Changjun rolled his eyes, "Brother, although we are down, we are not to the point of engaging in performance art, especially this kind of cheap performance art...... You're not on that road, either. ”

"I said I was wearing—" The other end suddenly screamed.

"I know ......"

"Crossing through—"

"Oh? Which dynasty? Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, or the Qin and Han dynasties? Gu Changjun felt that he should comfort his old friend, "Now that the tide is raging, it's good to get into the topic." ”

"Republic of China!" The other one calmed down a little and said.

"The Republic of China? How is it the Republic of China again?...... Early, middle, or terminal? Gu Changjun asked casually.

"War of Resistance!" "Hiss......" pretended to gasp, and Gu Changjun smacked his lips again, "That year was cruel." Didn't I say you, brother, you don't seem to be very good at military literature, do you? It's not easy to write about. "I'm at Chaotianmen Wharf in Chongqing, Republic of China, in August 1938." The other end replied slowly, with a faint grinding voice.

"Chongqing? So you're trying to mess with the Nationalist Government? Quite right. There are not many of us who can endure hardships and endure the cruel class struggle in the future, but the Nationalist Government will certainly not have a good result...... That, Lao Qin, what are you going to do after the last day? Surely it won't stay in the country, right? So are you going to go to Taiwan to mess with Lao Chiang, or go elsewhere to be a rich man, or simply go to the United States to grab the jobs of Rockefeller and Morgan? Gu Changjun asked with a smile.

"Old Gu, my phone is running out of battery, I seriously warn you now, don't talk nonsense to me anymore...... I know I may not be able to go back, and you will not be able to save me. But I'm really at Chaotianmen Wharf in Chongqing now, and the time is really August 1938...... I've really crossed over—"

"Did you really cross over?"

"Hmmm! Uh-huh! ”

"So you weren't kicked out by the landlord, but came to me in the middle of the night to have fun?" Lao Gu was slightly angry. Lao Tzu is busy earning living expenses, so he specially answered the phone to comfort you, you are good, and you are still playing with Lao Tzu: "Brother, didn't I say you, you don't know how Lao Tzu is very busy?" It's my working hours! ”

"I've crossed over—" Hearing that Lao Gu still didn't believe it, the other head roared anxiously.

"Lao Tzu also wore it, and he just broke Ye Gucheng's 'Flying Immortals Outside the Sky', but so what?" Lao Gu also yelled back.

"You ......" choked for a while, and then spoke again: "Old Gu, I'm really wearing it." That one...... If you're free tomorrow, go to my place and help me pack up my things, and take what you like, and dispose of what you don't...... Don't tell my family. Other ......"

"Doodoo ......"

"The other party has hung up!"

The mechanical prompt sound sounded in his ears, and Lao Gu was stunned for a moment, and then pursed his lips.

"It's all about writing novels, and it's not April Fool's Day, engaging in this kind of prank, who are you kidding, ......"

Putting down the phone, Lao Gu put his hand back on the keyboard.