It was already dark, and the rows of tall tubes on the side of the road were glowing dimly.

There was a lot of traffic on the road from time to time, and the red taillights were on behind the buttocks.

The school on the opposite side was pitch black, except for the lights floating out of the guard's room.

Chu Yang and Chu Linshuang walked in front, and Chu Yunling took Chu Liumeng's hand and followed.

After walking for a while, Chu Yunling silently inserted his fingers into the other party's fingers and buckled them with Chu Liumeng's five fingers.

There was still a casual look on his face, but he lowered his head slightly.

Chu Liumeng felt a little unnatural in his heart, but he felt that he was too careful, and he didn't get rid of it.

He smiled silently, his fingers moving slightly, and finally shook back with his sister.

The little hand was soft and tender, which made Chu Liumeng can't help but clench it a little.

The four of them walked for a while, turned around the alley a few times, and finally saw a small bungalow.

"That's it." Chu Yang stopped and nodded, "I locked his position, it should be here." ”

Chu Liumeng asked, "Then what, will you go in now?" ”

Chu Yang shook his head: "Not yet, you have to wait until the monster comes out by itself." ”

Chu Liumeng was puzzled: "Will they come out on their own?" ”

"When monsters are demagogic, they will definitely come out." Chu Linshuang glanced at the Chu Liumeng brothers and sisters who were holding together, and didn't care too much, "We just have to wait now." ”

……

Zhang Yu is an online writer, and lately he has become more and more aware of himself as a fool.

He tapped the keyboard vigorously without pity, not knowing what he was writing, but it seemed that if he smashed the damn keyboard, his novel would instantly increase tenfold in popularity.

His head was empty, and he was scribbling with nothing but resentment, and he ignored the large paragraph of disorganized text in the document.

After smashing the keyboard for a long time, Zhang Yu finally calmed down, and looked at the bullshit in the document, he smiled self-deprecatingly. Delete this large paragraph in its entirety.

Almost subconsciously open the writer's backstage - many street writers have this problem, knowing that the daily data will hardly rise, but will always unconsciously refresh the background results, as if there is always a miracle to refresh a hundred and eighty times a day.

Of course, miracles do not exist in reality.

"Give up, how many times have I said it, no one reads your rotten book." A voice rang out in my heart.

"Shut up!" Zhang Yu viciously crossed the writer's backstage.

"Needless struggle...... What's the point of you writing more? ”

"Shut up!"

"600 yuan is really good for full attendance, let's continue to nibble on bread for a month when you get it."

"I'm going to tell you to shut up!"

Zhang Yu slammed the keyboard and roared in a low voice, but there was no one around.

"Go back to your hometown, what can you do while you stay in the city? At least you won't starve to death when you go back to your hometown. The mocking voice rang out again.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! ”

Zhang Yu pounded the keyboard frantically, or he could only smash the keyboard.

At this time, the screen of the mobile phone lit up, and someone on QQ was looking for him, and the flashed avatar was his editor-in-charge.

Zhang Yu's movements stopped suddenly, and he grabbed his mobile phone almost subconsciously, more positive than his parents' messages.

However, the editor in charge only replied with two words lightly: yes.

In fact, Zhang Yu didn't ask anything, just asked the question of full attendance. For this reason, I pondered respectful wording for a while, and then waited for more than half an hour, and the editor came with a two-word reply.

It seems a little cold, but Zhang Yu said that he understands, because there are too many authors in charge of the editor, and thousands of new books are entered every day.

The editor in charge can reply like this, he is already a writer who has long been destined to hit the street, what more can he hope for? Although the voice did not appear, Zhang Yu still explained it to himself.

When he was a child, he thought he was omnipotent, like the monkey who beat the Jade Emperor under the table. I thought the world was small, and after reading two fairy tales, I thought I was the protagonist in it.

I feel that the world revolves around me, and those people in the world who are not in my sight are stationary, and only I am the most special.

Thought that the table mate who had been drawing a line with him was the most beautiful girl in the world, and that he would be the chosen hero who would fight the sword and slay the dragon at the end of the world, and then his table mate would be impressed by him and kiss him on the face.

Of course, everything is just a fantasy, and when you grow up, you will wake up naturally. He was just an ordinary person, who went to an ordinary university and lived an ordinary life. When I was about to graduate, I realized that I didn't know anything...... Damn, and I haven't even talked about a girlfriend!

He made another mistake and clicked again on the writer's backstage, which had closed only a few minutes earlier. In fact, today is the first day that his novels are on the shelves, which means that from today onwards, his novels will start to be charged, which is also his only source of income.

The number of subscribers hasn't changed in the slightest from a few minutes ago, only in the double digits...... Speaking of the writer's background at this end, why should the background of the subscription data be set to green, this is the same forgiveness color as the stock market, and it is too unlucky! Which programmer with a pit in the brain did this?

"Why don't you go back to your hometown?"

The voice rang out again.

Zhang Yu didn't speak, just looked at the scum data in a daze.

"Actually, you just don't dare to go back, don't dare to face those relatives and neighbors, because they will definitely laugh at you behind your back. You stayed in the city only because you wanted to escape, and you thought you could escape. ”

Zhang Yu covered his head, and his voice was hoarse: "Shut up!" ”

"Actually, you already knew that the subscription results of this novel would be like this, divide the number of collectors by twenty to roughly calculate the number of subscribers, but why do you insist on writing hundreds of thousands of words on the shelves?"

"Shut up!" Zhang Yu leaned back with his head in his arms and fell heavily to the ground.

"Because you are a piece of waste, maybe others may sympathize with you and reward you with a subscription, or maybe you may be different from others, and the people who collect your books will be happy to spend money...... Don't you think it's ridiculous to entrust your future life to miracles that don't exist at all? ”

"Actually, you don't like to write novels, but you can't prove that you're not a waste person in any other way, after all, you don't know anything else. couldn't save face, and rolled back to his hometown in a gray way. ”

"But don't be stupid, you're really a piece of waste, you haven't even had a girlfriend in your twenties. You know it in your heart but don't dare to admit it, it's really pitiful. ”

"Have you ever thought about the long life ahead of you? A person, nibbling on dry bread every day, can only live in such a humble way...... Lifetime. ”

"I beg you, shut up......"

Zhang Yu lay on the ground ugly, holding his head and twitching his hands and feet, his eyes seemed to be dead, and the tone in his mouth turned into begging.

(Yesterday there was something temporary, today there are absolutely two chapters.) ）