I have nothing to say about Meng Po's soup, whether I can make it once.

I watched as the time ticked towards zero, and it was time to open again.

"Welcome to the Worry-Free Pawnshop."

The person who came was a man in his 20s, and I looked at the dark circles under his eyes, and I knew a little, it couldn't be that I had been waiting for her in the middle of the night.

"Tell us about your wishes?"

I looked at the man and smiled, tears streaming down my eyes.

"I want to trade my writing skills for this inexhaustible amount of money."

I looked at the man with some puzzlement, how good is his writing ability, and he can't create countless stories, but he doesn't want it?

"Have you thought about it?"

I looked at him and nodded, then took the elixir and gave it to him.

"Just eat it and leave, you'll get what you want, I'll take what you want to exchange."

I watched him leave after taking the pill, shook my head, and how many stories can be created by writing, why should I compare it to the world.

I look at the writing ability in my hand, and at a certain stage of the success of the work, the reputation will be dry and better, but unfortunately it is only one step short.

My name is Zhao Dong, and I'm a writer, and I've written a lot of novels.

It's a pity that no one likes to read it, I watched the friends around me keep giving up, and I also moved my thoughts, I locked up the articles I used to be proud of, and cleaned up all kinds of notes that I had saved over the years.

I think it's time to make a break, my savings have been spent a lot, I don't have time to squander them anymore, I can't write any more books, I can't afford to support my family now when I see my family urging me to get married, I'm afraid that the person I like won't be happy.

I wanted to make a decision, I heard a person talk about a pawnshop, I thought it was just a legend, but I found it, I wanted to exchange my writing ability for money that I couldn't spend in my life.

The deal worked out, and she agreed.

I feel like I've lost something in my heart, but I don't know, I remember my wife asking me one day why I didn't write books, I was a little lost, I like to write books? But I'm not very interested.

I traveled a lot with my wife, and I wanted to write a novel about the romance of young people, but my mind was blank when I wrote it, and I lost interest.

I have an inexhaustible supply of money, but I know I'm not happy at all.

For some reason, I feel like something is missing in my life, important to me but I can't do anything about it.

I met many friends who asked me why I didn't write books, but I couldn't answer, and everyone felt strange.

If you lose it, you lose it, it's not important, it's good to be content with your current life.