After retrieving the display where the system carrier was located, Wang Yile returned to the hotel he rented.

Finding a place to put the monitor, Wang sat down reassuringly: "Now it's okay, don't worry, I can relax."

But what do I do next?

………………

I want to rent a new house, I have to start renewing it, and the last time I practiced on Wudang Mountain, I had to go and see the kind of induction in the state of unity between heaven and man. ”

Wang Yi rubbed his head, looking like he had a headache: "It seems that I have a lot to do, troublesome, headache." ”

Wang Yi asked the system to make a doppelganger and go out to rent a room, and then he himself sat in front of the computer in the hotel room and started to code.

……………… (Dividing Line)..................

Wang Yi's doppelganger went out, looking for an advertisement for renting a house on the street, and every time he saw a small advertisement, he would make a phone call to ask.

After contacting, Wang Yi's doppelganger will go over to see the house, and if he feels that it is okay, he will conduct specific negotiations, and if he feels that he can't, he will leave directly.

Now, Wang Yi can accept the price of rent as long as it is not too high, after all, the manuscript fee in the first few months is still good, allowing him to save more than tens of thousands of yuan in savings.

His gaze shifted to Wang Yi's body again.

He looked at the computer, thinking about what to do next.

How do you write it? Can the system give some inspiration? Biting the tips of his fingers, Wang Yi asked the system by luck while thinking.

..................After pondering for a while, the system gives the boundaries of what it can do to the maximum amount of help:

"User, as I said, I can't give you inspiration or anything like that, I want everything in the book to be original to you.

The only help I can give you in writing is that you dictate and I help you type; Help you organize paragraphs, typos, punctuation; Help you publish chapters; We warn you that the content is prohibited and cannot be posted; Comment on your plot, the reasonableness of your inspiration, and readability; Provide you with beautiful modifiers and quotations of famous quotes, etc.

It's entirely up to you to imagine the plot of the story, but I can help you coherence the scattered plot you come up with. ”

"Okay." Wang Yi, who was rejected by the system, was not disappointed, he knew that the system would not help him to create, at most he could only provide some small help from the side, he asked like this, just to be lazy.

For lazy people, if they can be lazy, they must be lazy, especially after Wang Yi has re-grown and cultivated in the fantasy world, his temperament has become more and more casual.

"Then I'll go ahead and do it myself!"

Wang Yi faced the computer and coded the story in his mind.

For Wang Yi, his novels, his works, are spliced together with small stories, although there may not be a sense of substitution when reading, but when you think carefully when reading, you can feel the unusual charm and feelings.

"I hope that my story is real, not endlessly illusory, and I hope that readers can find the same situation as themselves in the story and be moved and nostalgic.

I hope that my stories can bring readers a warm happiness, a kind of aftertaste, not just a momentary refreshment.

Therefore, I still need to work hard to create more seriously, rigorously, and close to reality.

However, I have encountered some small confusion now, why are my readers reluctant to give me some advice and suggestions?

Could it be that I'm writing too hard for people to read? Or am I writing so well that no one can give an opinion? ”

Wang Yi thought about YY, he showed a happy smile, hehe.

…………………………

Ye Yi found his grandfather, but when he saw a grandfather who was no more than ten years old, he was a little incredulous.

"You're my grandfather?!" Wang Yi stared at Mo Qi with wide eyes.

"To be precise, I'm the reincarnation of your grandfather." Mo Lian's light-hearted, independent temperament, although he still looks young, no one dares to despise him.

Ye Yi said that he was completely unacceptable.

But Mo Lian touched Ye Yi's face with some nostalgia and emotion, and muttered: "It's really like your father......"

Originally, Ye Yi was nothing, but as soon as Mo Lian mentioned his father, he suddenly felt a little angry in his heart.

"You still have the face to mention my father!?" Ye Yi angrily tore Mo Lian's hand off his face, and glared at Mo Lian angrily: "Have you considered my feelings?" Have you ever considered my father's feelings?

My father is your biological son, and I am also your biological grandson, but why are you so ruthless! ”

"I ......" Mo Qi didn't expect Ye Yi's reaction, and was a little speechless.

He lowered his head, didn't dare to look at Ye Yi anymore, turned around, and kept his eyes on the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, Ye Yi calmed down, and Mo Qi also spoke again: "Because the country has national laws and family rules, the sect naturally has the rules of the sect. ”

"Are the rules of the door more important than your relatives?" Ye Yi asked.

"......" Mo Qi was silent for a moment, then turned around, looked directly at Ye Yi, and said solemnly: "Some people will regard responsibility, glory, and dignity as more important than life!"

As a disciple of the sect, it is our responsibility to abide by the rules of the sect! ”

"Since that's ......" Ye Yi regained his calm appearance when he heard this, and he said in a tone like a bystander: "Then, why are you coming to me now?"

I should be a burden to you. ”

Without the kind of relationship that has experienced deep emotions, it is really difficult for Ye Yi to understand Mo Lian's thoughts, and he does not have the kind of feeling of wetness and closeness between grandparents and grandchildren for Mo Lian.

Hearing Ye Yi's cold statement, Mo Lian only felt a cramping pain in his chest, a feeling of sadness and regret filled his chest, and his eyes were red: "Because...... I regret it......"

"......" looked at Mo Lian's sad appearance, and the sensual and innocent Ye Yi was a little overwhelmed.

His hand pinched the hem of his clothes, looking a little tangled and embarrassed.

According to the normal situation, since the person in front of him is his grandfather, he has the obligation to comfort him.

However, it was he who caused the tragedy of his father and himself, and he failed to fulfill his duties as a good father and grandfather.

Ye Yi didn't want to comfort him, plus they didn't have the same experience of getting along as ordinary grandchildren, and there was no kind of affection between them, so Ye Yi's heart didn't feel moved.

It's really a simple child, and all the joys, sorrows, and sorrows are expressed.

After thinking about it for a long time and struggling for a long time, Ye Yi thought that he should do something, but he didn't know what to do.

Squatting down slowly, Ye Yi slowly hugged Mo Lian, who was sad on the side, and silently did not speak.