"The author is big, you haven't updated it for many days, can you let us read the text for a while with peace of mind, urging me to change every day, I'm tired and panicked."

"Calm, inspiration is like an unstable WiFi, sometimes there, sometimes not, intermittent," Cuihua replied slowly.

"I kind of know why you shouldn't sign a writer, you can do whatever you want if no one urges you to change your feelings."

"The answer is correct, but this book friend, don't you have any other fun in your life except reading the text, just learn from me if you have nothing to do, feed the pigs and beat firewood or something, how good," said Cuihua has been in the countryside for two years, and she will feel uncomfortable at first, but what kind of person is she, the all-round author Cuihua.

The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, but in just one week, she has become a complete 'village girl'.

"The author is big, I beg you, you haven't updated for four days, do you have time to chat with me, go to two more chapters, and,You can't just sign a contract because there is an editor urging you to change.,You should think so.,If you sign a contract, we'll give you a big reward.。

"Are you burning too much money or what, isn't it fragrant to buy two more packs of spicy strips to eat it," Cuihua replied.

"The other party has blocked your messages and urged you to update quickly".

Emerald Flower: ......

"Xiaoshuang, I'll help you find a (that) door repair," the aunt outside the door shouted.

"Ang (okay), you wait (wait a while), I'll come," I forgot to say, her name is Xia Shuang, a native of Beijing, the author of the novel, this time she came to Guizhou, she has loved novels since she was a child, and likes to run everywhere.

She has been to many places in China, two years ago she opened a new book, the protagonist is a rural person, in order to better feel the protagonist's inner feelings, she came to Guizhou on the recommendation of a book friend.

I heard that the weather in Guizhou is good, it will not be very hot in summer, and it will not be very cold in winter, so she came, Guizhou dialect is very similar to Mandarin, it is not difficult to learn, and after two years, no one will think that she is not from Guizhou.

Xia Shuang immediately put on his shoes and came out, and the lady with a flower scarf on her head was chatting with the master.

"Xiaoshuang, this is Master Zhang, you are (and) him slowly swinging (chatting), my pig food is not (yet) cooked," After speaking, the girl left quickly.

"Master Zhang, hello, hello, you can help me look at the door of my house, if you can't fix it, you can get it," Xia Shuang greeted Master Zhang to the door.

"The back is (oh my God), this Ha Xiu is a ghost (can't be repaired), and it has to be replaced (yes)," Master Zhang gently pushed the door.

"Bang," Xia Shuang covered her face, it was so simple, she was too lazy before, and she didn't find someone to fix it, but now it's okay, and it collapsed directly.

"Haha, muttering (that) will you do Lai," Xia Shuanggan laughed twice.

"It's going to be boring, it's going to be (that is) you can afford to wait, I'm afraid it's a little slow," Master Zhang looked at the door frame.

"It's good to murmur, it's okay to do it," Xia Shuang laughed.

"If you want to get it, I'll make it hard (work) faster," After speaking, Master Zhang took out a tape measure from his toolkit and measured the size.

After Master Zhang left, Xia Shuang returned to the room, looking at the chapters lying in the draft box on the computer, she had a headache, she had been stuck here for several days, and she didn't know how to write, although the reader didn't say it, but she could feel it, she still wrote poorly.

This new book has just opened, and she can't write it without writing much, and her last three books were written for two years, because of the role of the village girl, so she came all the way here.

This is the first time she's tried to be a character, and to be honest, it's good, but she can't be every character because she writes, like this new book, where the protagonist is a beggar.

Although it will change later, the downfall of being a beggar in the early stage is an indispensable key point in the later character building of the protagonist, do you want her to be a beggar?

No, not to!

Xia Shuang shook his head vigorously, what kind of human suffering is TMD.

Xia Shuang stopped looking at the computer and lay on the bed and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was night, and the sky in the countryside was beautiful, with blue skies and white clouds during the day, stars all over at night, birds and cicadas chirping in the darkness outside, and sporadic lights scattered everywhere.

It was the residence of the villagers.

Xia Shuang was woken up by hunger and had to eat, Xia Shuang's life has always been simple, just stir-fry a dish with a bowl of rice is a meal.

Turn on the street lamp, pull a carrot in the vegetable garden at the door under the light, pick two green peppers, and the water for washing vegetables is the villagers help her use a bamboo tube to get down from the mountain, which is very clean and cool.

After rinsing it casually, Xia Shuang was cutting on the cutting board, I don't know if the carrots were too hard or the kitchen knife was not sharp enough, and it was very laborious to cut.

The day's thoughts in my mind rushed into my mind, and I kept whirling, stopping for so many days, not to mention the readers, even she was a little anxious, she rarely broke for so long.

TMD, beggars are beggars, everything is for writing, no way, who made me a good author