Autumn is accompanied by a typhoon drizzle that drives away the city's last summer days.

The summer, which hides in the corner of the city, has nowhere to hide, and is swept away by the cool breeze of the autumn rain.

For several days in a row, everyone was discussing the plagiarism incident, and it was really happy to think about it.

There are indeed more than 100 comments under Liuyun's novel, all of which are insinuations or direct anger that add a lot of trouble to Liuyun.

These are all good things that Mu Chun did.

It seems that there are more than 100 comments, and new comments continue to flow until Thursday night.

Some readers flipped through Liuyun's novel to plagiarize the author's message, so a righteous and awe-inspiring comment accumulated, and in the end, it became difficult to find the comment that made Liuyun uneasy.

It's like a piece of broken glass submerged in the sand and gravel of the seashore.

Liuyun was still happy at first, although he was not personally involved in this matter, but these comments that angrily scolded the author were also a kind of catharsis for him.

It was as if he had used someone else's words to hit back at that person.

But on Thursday night, when Liuyun was about to finish T204's 30,000-word short story, he got stuck again.

Would it be considered plagiarism if written like this?

Originally, maybe everyone was more tolerant of similar ideas, as long as they wrote their own stories, no one would criticize anything.

But people are like this, because there is such a plagiarism behavior of an author, people are extremely sensitive to plagiarism, and maybe the general plot will be considered malicious plagiarism.

The author sometimes inevitably borrows some creative elements from other novels, and if the reader happens to be very sensitive, it will inevitably be accused of plagiarism.

The story of T204 is coming to an end, which would have been a cause for joy.

Every time I start writing a novel, I am often excited and fully engaged, and sometimes, I can write 10,000 or 20,000 words in one breath.

By the middle of the novel, you will feel tired and powerless, and the rhythm of the story itself will disturb the author's thoughts. This time is often the hardest.

Even mature authors are inevitably at a low point when creating.

After this stage, when the story is about to come to an end, it is usually the most exciting stage of the story, the questions in the story are gradually uncovered, and the characters' feelings move towards an inevitable result.

When the last line is written, the author always feels satisfied. You may want to take a break and immerse yourself in the satisfaction of finishing your manuscript, or you may have more motivation and emotion to devote yourself to the creation of your next novel.

Of course, loss often comes with the completion of the manuscript, but most authors will still be satisfied with more than loss.

It became more and more difficult for Liuyun to feel joy in the completion of the manuscript, and he felt that he was one of the few particularly poor authors, who would not be very excited at the beginning and not very satisfied at the end.

I always feel lacking, and I am afraid that Jiang Lang will be exhausted.

The more he didn't want to admit it, the more he felt that the clues of "I can't write anymore" were everywhere, as if he would raise his hand and surrender at any time, admitting that he was not the material for writing.

Liuyun's hand shook again, and this time, it seemed to be more serious than before.

Obviously, I was about to get rid of this story.

No matter how you pinch your hands, relax your joints, and stretch your finger ligaments on the table, it doesn't work.

Liuyun thought that when he first started typing every day a few years ago, he would insist on doing finger training, but then he had forgotten about finger training and the like.

Liuyun put down the computer and got up unwillingly to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

As Mu Chun said, distract yourself and don't keep staring at your hands at the thought of shaking.

In order to make Liuyun understand the necessity of distraction, Mu Chun also played a game for Liuyun.

With both hands stretched out straight forward and eyes fixed on either hand, the hand that was being stared at began to shake, while the other hand stretched out flat, without shaking at all.

The more you pay attention, the more you can't keep it as calm as it is naturally.

So it's better to do something else when hand shaking happens.

Liuyun waited in the bathroom for several minutes, sitting on the toilet and couldn't pull anything out.

My stomach is stuffy, I always feel that something has eaten my stomach, think about it, and I have eaten breakfast a day today.

I was still thinking about the novel, but I was already thinking about it, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

Once again, the brain goes into an idle state.

When I walked behind the shower curtain, I found that the shower had been flowing cold water, and the shower had forgotten to turn on.

It's really sad.

Sudden frustration, sudden sadness.

Want someone to have a drink, talk loudly or sing frantically on a deserted rooftop.

At such a moment, I don't even dare to think about it.

Thinking too much about this is tantamount to wasting time thinking about fiction.

He had to work harder to maintain his current capacity, even if it was so hard and unbearable, it was better than losing his current life.

In any case, it is also the result of my own efforts over the years, and it must not be collapsed.

The warm water poured on his body, and Liuyun's body gradually warmed up.

Outside the window, the plane tree was relentlessly blown by the typhoon, and accidentally hit the window of Liuyun's house.

He put his hand against the window and put the shower against the back of his hand.

A wonderful sensation permeates the whole body from the palm of the hand.

The hand clinging to the window didn't shake at all, and Liuyun tried to make it shake, but he made himself laugh.

It's ugly, awkward and ugly.

It's not easy for an actor to imitate a Parkinson's patient, and if you want to do the same hand shaking action as the patient, I'm afraid you have to train for a long time.

Otherwise, it's as clumsy as a robot.

Liuyun returned to his desk, took a deep breath, and carefully put his hands on the keyboard.

Fortunately, there was no shaking.

He chases his protagonist like a train about to depart, and chases the story he has created.

Finally, before twelve o'clock, he finished the novel.

Let's wait until tomorrow to start the modified task.

Next, just take a look at the forum, rest early, there are book fair activities to participate in on Saturday, and after this event, Yuanming will inevitably discuss with him about the collection with Song Xiaoxiao.

Speaking of this Song Xiaoxiao, Liuyun only knew that readers on the forum commented that he had a super big brain.

It's all reversed, and the reversal of Song Xiaoxiao's lowercase is the most bizarre I've read in recent times.

The brain hole is really bigger than a black hole, it's really enviable, and I don't know how it grows.

That's pretty much it.

As for his story, how wonderful it is, Liuyun has never read any of it.

Do you want to find some to read?

Speaking of which, this person is really lucky, he has only written a novel of less than 100,000 words, and he already has a chance to publish, which is much easier than when he debuted.