1. My crossing is a clear stream

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"Click, click"

There was a crisp sound of tapping on the keyboard.

Jiang Yun skillfully opened the writer's area.

That's right, Jiang Yun is a web writer,

Commonly known as, writer.

In a certain space, he called himself Lao Po Street (GAI).

Now he is a platinum god.

His pen name, very simple, is called Love Potato.

I had no other intentions, I just liked to eat potatoes, and I took the name as I liked.

Of course, he is so successful, because of the daily 2K hand remnant update speed, he is remembered by all readers.

There was a message saying that they wanted to send some gifts to thank Jiang Yun for letting them into the pit, so that they couldn't sleep all night and thought about it.

"Reader, I really love me, I don't think about the beautiful woman by the pillow at night, I actually think about me, the author who let them into the pit, it's really guilty. ”

Jiang Yun's eyes were a little deep, he took a sip of the fat house happy water, and fell into deep contemplation.

Well, you ask me, why did you write Coke as Fat House Happy Water?

Don't you know the most basic requirement for a writer?

What the?

Never seen water so open?

Very well, I'll see you today.

As a platinum god, Jiang Yun has won the essence of this way.

Of course, in this world, there is love, and there is hate, such as this reader boss......

In its comment area, the message said that the book written by Tuodou is the old woman's footcloth, which is smelly and long.

The average rookie writer may get angry or even quarrel with him.

But Jiang Yun was very pleased, after all, readers now use colloquialisms to ridicule.

This level of literacy has obviously been raised.

Jiang Yun believes that it is no problem to read his novels and increase his knowledge.

Thinking back to the beginning, when I read the online article, I always used a sentence to travel the world.

Who would have thought that today's readers are brilliant in writing, and even as a writer, he is a little ashamed.

"No wonder the big guys, they muttered about the book shortage every day, it turned out that they had grown up. ”

Jiang Yun sighed very much, sure enough, the years are unforgiving, and he couldn't help but drink another sip of fat house happy water.

At this time, Jiang Yun suddenly felt like a father, as if his child had finally grown up.

Although, he has been single for twenty-six years, and he is still an old virgin.

But his hands have accompanied him through these lonely years.

Ahem, wrong, it's the green years.

Children's shoes, remember to draw the key points, don't deviate.

"Oh, by the way, there's a big guy sending me something, I'm going to have to check it out. ”

Jiang Yun left his chair and walked towards the living room.

He can't live up to the reader's kindness, even if it's a brick sent over, he has to take a look.

This is the least respect for the readers.

At the same time, it is also what a writer with a strong professional ethics should do.

Opening the express, a brown box appeared in front of Jiang Yun's eyes, like a shoebox.

Don't......

Is it a pair of shoes?

Jiang Yun's eyes were a little puzzled.

The current reader boss, is he so kind?

He tilted his head, pondering.

When he opened it, Jiang Yun's expression was finally stunned.

This......

Inside the box, six black pig-killing knives lay there very peacefully, like love.

Oh no, like myself when I procrastinated.

If the pig-killing knife could speak,

That must be saying,

Congratulations to the author, your blade is online.

Picking up the pig-killing knife, Jiang Yun touched it lightly, and saw that the gloss was still brand new.

Come to think of it, this big guy is not that stingy.

But at this time, his mood was very complicated.

Today's readers, do you have some misunderstandings about sending blades?

Could it be that the pig-killing knife can also be called a blade?

Or is it that the fan who urged the change was originally a professional pig farmer, so he simply sent it easily?

Thinking of this, his heart was a little heavy.

In these days, readers would rather send a pig-killing knife than subscribe to a tip?

"Alas...... It's really hot and cold!"

Jiang Yun sighed lightly, feeling that this world was full of deep malice.

These readers, big guys, are very bad, and they don't give me a dime to subscribe.

Just as he sighed, the pig-killing knife in his hand suddenly lit up with a bright light.

It's glaring!

Just like the protagonist of his pen, he is full of light.

Suddenly, his eyes darkened, and he vaguely remembered that such a sentence came from his head.

"The evil old thief, Lao Tzu curses you, and crosses into the protagonist of my street novel......"

The latter words are very exciting,

I vaguely remember, as if at the beginning of m,

But Jiang Yun didn't have time to listen yet,

He fainted completely.

At this time, Jiang Yun realized that this was actually a pig-killing knife with a curse.

In order to urge the change, the reader boss, even learned the curse?

According to this momentum, in a few years, I am afraid that this pig-killing knife will have to become obsolete, and learning assassination is the mainstream, right?

After complaining a few words, Jiang Yun knew that next, he was going to cross.

He believes that his crossing is destined to be different, compared with those bewitching goods who were struck by lightning, computer explosions, and hit by cars, his crossing can be described as a clear stream in the online literature industry.

After all, it's a time trip to a fan's novel.

Although, this fan hit the street,

But such a tall way of traversing,

He was tempted to ask,

Who else?

Hmm? Who wrote this set?

Of course, the only thing Jiang Yun hopes for is that the reason why this fan hits the street is not because the novel has no golden finger.

Otherwise, hehe.

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