Meng Shujun lay on the ground bored, his messy hair naturally fell to the ground, his expression was not shocked, but he was very annoyed in his heart.

"Dangdang~"

The phone ringtone that comes with the system of XX brand mobile phone rang unexpectedly, Meng Shujun sat up from the ground all of a sudden, his eyelids jumped unconsciously, and he picked up the mobile phone slowly.

Thinking of the editor's fierce expression and angry roar, Meng Shujun shuddered, and his slender fingers swiped on the smooth screen, but he still answered.

"Hey ......"

"Meng Shujun! You don't want this month's attendance award, don't you! After thirteen days of interruption, and still don't answer the phone, what do you mean you! "Well, as expected, it was really a scolding.

Meng Shujun put his mobile phone on the table without changing his face, found a set of clothes, and went into the bathroom to take a bath by himself. After all, he hadn't taken a shower for more than ten days, and he was really uncomfortable now.

Twenty minutes later—

Meng Shujun wiped his hair while casually picking up his mobile phone and making perfunctory two sounds. He is used to being scolded, not to mention that for him, it is one of his life goals to be able to make the editor half angry. The editor will try to find out the writer's deadline and then desperately urge the manuscript. Writers, on the other hand, will infiltrate the editor's interior to get the latest actions of the editor, and then desperately drag the manuscript.

The flirting editor is cool for a while, and it has been cool for flirting all the time.

There is a profession in the world called editing, there is a kind of fun called procrastination, there is a kind of Bashi called procrastination in front of the editor, and there is a kind of death called really doing the last sentence.

And Meng Shujun is obviously the kind of person who is not afraid of death.

After graduating from university, Meng Shujun nested in a rental house to write online articles. His writing is okay, and his ideas are not bad, but the problem is that he likes to abandon the pit very much, and he will be a eunuch if he has nothing to do, and he will be cut in half if he disagrees. To date, he has written the longest book, 100,000 words. The shortest one, don't panic, he will immediately abandon the pit again. It shows with action what it means to be shortest, only shorter.

When he felt that the editor was tired of scolding, he said slowly: "I have a new idea recently." This time I'm going to write a ...... about ghost hunting" Before he could finish speaking, the editor's angry voice came from his phone again: "Get out! You haven't filled in the holes you wrote before, and you want to write a new book! ##%#¥ (For the sake of world peace, omit nonsense 10,000 words)"

Meng Shujun just felt that his ears were noisy, and when he was about to interrupt the editor's gushing speech, the editor's voice stopped abruptly, and there was silence on the phone.

His eyelids drooped and his phone turned off.

It's just right.

The question is, what to do if there is a power outage.

Meng Shujun poked his head out of the small window. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I found that other people's homes were brightly lit, and the bright LCD TV was extremely dazzling, with the latest treadmills, intelligent robots, and automatic curtains...... And himself, relying on the free sunlight to illuminate the dark room, is as miserable as it is.

Are rich people so extravagant! Show off your wealth, this is the show off of wealth in Chiguoguo!!

Sure enough, poverty limits my imagination!

Jealousy was unrecognizable, as if he wanted to climb from his own window down a pipe or a wire or something into the window of that house. In his gnashing teeth, the child of the family noticed Meng Shujun on the opposite side of his house, frowned in disgust, and then automatically closed the curtains.

The curtains cover the luxurious decoration of the room cleanly, and there is no leakage.

“…… the groove. ”

Meng Shujun put away his gaffe expression, climbed down from the windowsill in a daze, and kept comforting himself.

Poverty is an attitude towards life.

If you are poorer, you will feel that you are poor, and if you are poor, you will not feel that you are poor, but whenever and wherever you are, you will feel that others are showing off their wealth.