After wasting a day in the hospital, Liuyun didn't bother to eat dinner when he got home, so he sat in front of the computer and started to work.

The previous manuscript wrote that civilization T204 was in trouble, what kind of trouble was it?

The premise is that the captain's biological daughter suffers from a rare disease, and the captain is bent on finding a suitable cure on a new planet.

Placing the rescue of the daughter in the context of interstellar migration is originally a more ingenious design, although it is a little old-fashioned, but as part of an important emotional subplot, it can arouse the reader's sympathy.

When readers lament the fragility of life and the difficulty of solving the problem of separation of flesh and blood no matter how advanced technology is, this novel is half the battle.

After writing more than 2,000 words with all his heart, his hands trembled again, like clockwork chicken feet.

Liuyun had no choice but to stand up and do a few push-ups against the wall.

"One, two, three......"

I did several sets in a row, but my brain was still confused, and the description of rusty gears was really appropriate, I don't know which author came up with it.

In order to write more, Liuyun still went to the refrigerator and got a can of Coke.

The smack, steaming carbonated drink densely burrowed into Liuyun's stomach, and he suddenly felt a little better.

I know that relying on Coke is not a good thing, but what can I do? The life of a writer is not easy, far less than everyone thinks, free time, romantic, and unrestrained.

Writers need to be disciplined!

Where is it as easy as those college students and recent graduates think it is? Think that you can become popular by writing an online article casually, become a best-selling author, and have countless fans?

Dream?

Liuyun is different, he has not dreamed since the first day of entering the industry, diligence and hard work are his motto.

After drinking Coke, there were still ten minutes to eight o'clock in the evening.

Liuyun opened the forum to see his previous published novels, and publishing novels on the website always gets readers' feedback the fastest, which is much better than publishing a physical book and not knowing what readers think for half a day.

Of course, there are also bad points, such as Liuyun was very angry and drank almost all the remaining Coke in one go.

[Probably only the author himself knows what he's writing, but in the end, it turns out that Luo Luo is a robot, and he thinks the writing is good. 】

Although there are also many readers below who say that they like the novel "Dependent on Each Other" very much, the author's writing is delicate, and he looks like a female author or something.

But this comment was like a whip full of thorns, whipped on Liuyun's back, and he didn't do anything to forget about it.

Haven't you had negative reviews before, isn't that a common thing?

Liuyun comforted himself, how can there be any works that only some people say are good, and no one says bad?

You're not a novice anymore, you can be restless about this little thing, and how will you get mixed in the online literature industry in the future.

It's like eating a bad melon seed, you need to eat ten more fresh melon seeds to make up for the bad taste.

Liuyun looked at the comments at the front of the novel over and over again, trying to forget the bad one.

However, not only did it not work, on the contrary, he became more and more uncomfortable, and the comments that originally seemed good, as well as some neutral comments, such as: the writing is good, and the story is good.

Even such comments looked like mockery to him.

So, I spent the whole night struggling with these comments, and reading my novels repeatedly, what was wrong.

Time flew by, and at one o'clock in the middle of the night, he dragged his tired and weak body to lie on the bed.

I couldn't sleep, tossed and turned, and drank a little hot water, but I still couldn't stop my brain from functioning uselessly.

Idling, that's the state.

Messy thoughts, worthless.

When it was dawn, Liuyun got up at five o'clock again and began to write.

A lack of sleep in one night, coupled with a depressed mood, makes the day equally inefficient.

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"It's not like this before, but I didn't pay much attention to it."

"Writers, not as glamorous as they seem."

Mu Chun sighed and served Liuyun a cup of coffee.

"Director Mu will go to work alone today?"

Liuyun was a little embarrassed, he didn't want to come to the hospital on Saturday morning, the other departments in the hospital were resting, and only a few nurses were in the emergency department.

Compared to Thursday, the whole hospital was like a sweet sleep.

"Dr. Chu is also there, and I don't know where to go now. By the way, she seems to have read your novel. ”

"How so? Doctors will also enjoy reading my novels? ”

"It's not that I like to watch it, they seem to be familiar with publishing houses at home, I don't know how many publishing houses there are? Are they all familiar with their family? ”

Just kidding, there are so many large and small publishing houses, how can a doctor be very familiar with the publishing house.

What's more, who doesn't want to get acquainted with the publishing house, even if it is better to have a good relationship with the editor-in-chief......

"She didn't say she liked it, she just watched a little."

Hearing Mu Chun say this, Liuyun couldn't wait to know what the doctor had to say about his novel.

"In this way, some people are talking nonsense under your novels, and some people just like to pretend to understand and talk nonsense."

Liuyun didn't expect Mu Chun to say that.

"yes. No, it can't be said to be nonsense, in fact, there is some truth, maybe it is not well written. ”

"You're a sci-fi boss, how can you write badly and win an award."

"Well, it's nothing."

"How is it nothing? The most annoying thing is those who don't know how to pretend to understand, and they also ask for science fiction to be like popular science, saying that Arthur C. C. C. is a British scientist, saying that Asimov is also a chemistry major after all, and Da Liu is a physics teacher, and other people write science fiction novels are all kinds of pseudoscience, and they can't scare people with theories such as black holes and hairlessness and dark forests at every turn. ”

"Black holes are hairless is science, Hawking made this theory very clear."

"That's right, there are still people who theorize about the dark forest at every turn, and they can get dark forests everywhere."

Liuyun laughed, "This is true, since Da Liu won the Hugo Award, it has become like this, "The Three-Body Problem" has become popular, and the dark forest has become a kind of ...... You know. ”

Mu Chun slapped the table.

"I know, I know, that's it......"

The two of them laughed out loud.

I didn't expect a doctor to know a lot.

"When you encounter such comments in the future, just scold him, you're welcome, you writers, you just pay too much attention to the image."

Mu Chun leaned lazily on the back of the chair and closed his eyes, as if he had forgotten that there was still a patient sitting across from him.

The autumn sun shone on his body, and the clouds of sleep deprivation flooded with sleepiness.

"Let's get some sleep."

In a trance, he seemed to hear such a sentence, so he fell asleep on the table.