(September 26) countdown day 95

Late at night. A simple rental house.

Internet writer Yang Yang is writing books.

As a third-rate writer of non-famous online novels, he has not experienced this kind of hearty writing pleasure for a long time.

His unpublished texts on the Internet have been rarely noticed, and the popularity of his low-profile works is that his income from writing is so small that he is worried about the rent of the improvised house he is renting now.

The landlord had already given him an ultimatum yesterday, if he couldn't make up the rent in a week, sorry, "you just roll up the bed and get out, I'd rather have the room empty than rent it to a poor ghost like you."

In the face of merciless ridicule, Yang Yang, who was short of breath, gave the landlord a smile and said three "musts" in one breath.

But at present, Yang Yang has no psychology to annoy the rent, and is immersed in the plot of the novel set by himself.

This afternoon, he was distraught about his rent, and accidentally came to Wansheng Plaza to find inspiration for his novels, which had long since dried up.

He sat on the steps of the flower bed in the center of Wansheng Plaza, and did not see inspiration, but saw big // white // legs full of eyes. In September, City C is still a beautiful season, and fashionable beauties wear sexuality and come and go in Wansheng Plaza, which really dazzles the eyes of this long-term black and white upside-down Internet writer.

Looking at these white flowers, he swallowed with difficulty.

"There are people on the roof of the building, as if they are going to jump off the building!"

A man who was taking a picture with his phone suddenly let out an exclamation.

When I looked up, there was a woman in red standing on the edge of the top floor of Wansheng Building. At just this glance, he was like a martial arts master who suddenly opened up the second vein of Ren Du, and suddenly grasped the inspiration of the novel that had disappeared for many damn days.

He quickly got up and blended in with the crowd of onlookers who soon gathered, excitedly watching the woman on the rooftop.

He took a photo of the woman on the top of the building with his mobile phone, zoomed in a little, and marveled at the figure and appearance of the woman in red. The woman in the photo is wearing a bright red one-piece dress wrapped in a plump // full chic body, with perfect curves.

He has fictionalized countless beauties in his novels, and used countless words to create these beauties, but the one in front of him, without ink, is superfluous. He took various close-ups of this woman and posted these close-up photos on the circle of friends for the first time. Looking at the unusually high reply rate and number of likes in the circle of friends, he realized that his next novel has an excellent theme.

After the long-awaited jump actually happened, he felt an unprecedented shock.

In his opinion, the woman in red jumped from the top of the building and completed a stunning jump, even the air posture is extremely sexual, and the posture and death method on the ground are also full of violence// force beauty.

The woman's left face is on the ground, the right side of the face is facing up, the visible half of the right face is delicately made-up, and the right eye is open, serene and calm, with a kind of indifferent beauty after extreme despair. The woman's arms are spread out in a straight line, and her legs are slightly spread at an angle. He read something else, interpreting it as a slightly spread leg as an invitation to him. Looking at the corpse of the woman lying flat on the ground, looking at the tall and round buttocks, he couldn't control the surging heat in his body. He quietly exited the crowd, returned to the rental house, turned on the computer, and quickly tapped the keyboard.

He set the woman who jumped off the building as a night // field // you // thing, wandering among a number of wealthy businessmen in City C. He gave the novel a fragrant beginning, starting from the figure of a woman who jumped off the building, based on his real experience in Wansheng Plaza in the afternoon, and tried his best to describe the excitement of a woman who jumped off the building and a man.

He was very satisfied with the smooth opening, and he used the pseudonym of "God of the Night" to post the article on a low//vulgar// online literature website, and took the trouble to take a super long title, "Walking among 11 men, the true story behind the woman who jumped off the building in Wansheng Building, C City". To add to the authenticity of the novel, he uploaded photos of the scene taken in the afternoon to the website and attached them to the back of the article.

The novel caused a huge response beyond his expectations, and the number of articles read quickly skyrocketed. In the comment area at the back of the article, there are also netizens who send their reading feelings.

After reading the reader's comments, he left a preview of "wonderful is brewing, please look forward to the follow-up", and worked hard to write.

He felt like he had never reached this level of creativity, and the plot of the novel unfolded with the sound of laptop tapping, and large sections of bed// drama filled the room. His mind kept flashing with the plump corpse lying on the ground, excited and untired.

When the first rays of the morning sun were about to shine into the room through the half-broken window, he stopped tapping his fingers, counted the results of his writing, and without any changes, attached the words to the back of the beginning, clicked publish, and went to sleep.