Hope is beautiful, reality is cruel.

One day, two days, three days, four days......

It seems that he was really hit by the fat man's crow's mouth, since Yi Feiyang sent the manuscript of the novel to Stephen King, it has been like a stone sinking into the sea, and there is no movement.

Seeing that the days were passing day by day, Yi Feiyang, who was still full of confidence, began to be a little worried.

What's going on?

Didn't you send it?

Or did the other party not treat himself as a dish at all?!

Yi Feiyang began to fidget. He wanted to call and ask, but he didn't know the number of the other party's home, and he wanted to visit in person, but he felt that it was too abrupt.

What to do? Yi Feiyang scratched his scalp vigorously.

The fat man was not very optimistic about this "ghost novel" created overnight. It's cheap but not good! What's more, the fat man didn't think that Yi Feiyang had the talent to write novels from beginning to end.

Most of the people who can write novels are "Wenqu Xing", Ah Yang is so good at fighting, he should belong to the category of "Wuqu Xing", Wenwu Shutu, or persuade him not to daydream!

Yi Feiyang was not convinced, he ignored the dissuasion of the fat man, and said in his heart, one book is not good, so he will write a few more. So he went crazy and immersed himself in creation, and created the two classics he originally kept, "Bone Bag" and "Flying Bullets".

"The Bone Bag" is about a best-selling novel writer who can't get out of the abyss of grief after the death of his wife. He constantly dreamed of the lakeside house in Maine that he bought with his wife, of the rotting bones in the bag, and of his wife running out of the body bag. Finally, he returned to the strange villa under the call of his beloved wife. There, he is embroiled in a battle between a beautiful young widow and his wealthy grandfather for custody of a little girl, and is harassed by mysterious ghosts. The escalating nightmares, as well as the harassment of mysterious ghosts, make him realize that the town hides some secrets, and that his dead wife has something to tell him......

Compared with the weird warmth in "Bone Bag", "Flying on the Ball" is a little scary and neurotic. It is said that this novel was written by Stephen King in his previous life based on his own personal experience of death, and mainly tells the story of a man who comes home in the middle of the night and encounters a "ghost" on the road. As the saying goes, the more unknown, the more terrifying, in this foggy night, is the guy you meet a ghost or a human? It can't help but make people think about their past lives and lives.

It can be said that these two dramas were good movies in their previous lives, especially "Flying on the Bullet" is Stephen King's first novel released on the Internet, and once it came out, the number of hits exceeded 100 million, making a great leap forward in American online literature.

For three whole days, Yi Feiyang almost didn't eat or drink, writing day and night, and when he finished writing the two short stories, the whole person was unkempt and almost lost weight.

As a friend, the fat man was distressed, he didn't understand what Yi Feiyang was so insistent for.

Yi Feiyang didn't say much, and continued to mail the newly written novel out of the country, with only one thought in his heart, so many novels, even if he couldn't shock Stephen King, he would be stoned to death!

Stephen King was stoned to death, Yi Feiyang didn't know what to do, he only knew that after the two novels were mailed out, they sank into the sea again.

America, he~ fucking shit's dream!

Yi Feiyang looked up to the sky and scolded.

In the following days, Yi Feiyang stood at the intersection of the streets, keeping an eye on the postmen to see if anyone was turning to the place where he lived, but sadly, none of them glanced at this side, as if they were all prostitutes ~ women infected with syphilis~ poison.

On this day, Yi Feiyang, as usual, stood at the crossroads, smoking a cigarette, full of smoke, with his unkempt hair, giving people a very strong sense of decadence in literature and art.

The fat man waited behind him with some worry, for fear that he would make some drastic moves.

Yi Feiyang took a puff of cigarette until the fireworks burned his fingers, then he threw away the cigarette butt and crushed it on the ground.

Just then, the fat man shouted, "Here, Aya, the postman is coming this way!" ”

Yi Feiyang hurriedly looked over there, but saw that the postman was walking towards him.

Yi Feiyang is excited, is there a play?!

At that moment, Yi Feiyang even had the classic lyrics of Andy in his previous life: After waiting for a long time, I finally waited for today, and after dreaming for a long time, I finally realized my dream...... But just when Yi Feiyang wanted to greet him, the white postman looked around for a while, then spat and nagged: "Shit, go the wrong way!" "I just folded it back. Yi Feiyang was dumb on the spot. Next to him, the fat man said very Lu Xun: "Don't be discouraged, I hope it doesn't matter if you have it, you don't care if you don't have it." ”

Yi Feiyang gritted his teeth, if he has no money, he will not have a green card, and if he does not have a green card, he is a black man, and he must live in hiding!

Grandma's bear, I've lived enough of this life!

Yi Feiyang roared.

Then he couldn't help but say something, and strode forward.

The fat man in the back was anxious, "Ah Yang, what's wrong with you, what are you going to do?" ”

"What? I'm going to get a green card, I don't want to live like this sneaky anymore! ”

"Are you crazy? How is that possible? The fat man opened his arms to stop Yi Feiyang, "Like you, as soon as you get out of the city, you may be arrested by the police!" ”

Yi Feiyang pushed the fat man away, "Don't stop me!" I even opened the gold finger, but God still won't help me! So good, he doesn't help me, I'll help myself! ”

"What cheatle? What doesn't help you? "The fat man is puzzled.

"Fat Bao, don't worry about it so much, I just ask you, do you want to live like you now?"

"Nonsense, of course I don't want to!"

"Okay, let's go get the green card together!" Yi Feiyang turned his head and left.

"Hey, Ayan, you go slower, I can't catch up!" The fat man chased after Yi Feiyang's buttocks, "I understand what you just said, but we have no money and no job now, how can we get a green card?" ”

"You should think the other way around, with a green card, we can do any job!"

"That's a good thing to say!" The fat man's face was even more bitter, "If the green card is really so easy to get, there won't be so many people secretly working and being bullied; The United States is not easy to mix, if we really can't get along, it is better to sneak back to Hong Kong secretly, after all, it is our territory, there is a place to eat, drink and sleep; In fact, it's quite good to think about it, it's all time to travel to the United States, let's play a lap and then swim back, and when we meet people, we can boast that we have eaten fried chicken legs in the United States, and I have seen the foreign girls with big in the United States......" The fat man chattered at Yi Feiyang.

"I didn't lie to you, we've been here for three months, and we must find a way to get a green card no matter what!" Yi Feiyang said loudly.

"Then there must be a way."

"I've already found out the way." Yi Feiyang said, "Go to Chinatown and find the camel master!" Many people in the area have taken goods from him...... Real Green Card! With it, you'll be able to walk freely in the United States! ”

"Master Camel, I've heard of it too, but I heard that the price he asks for is not cheap! Now that we are covered in slickness, how can we buy a green card? The fat man quickly caught up with Yi Feiyang and asked loudly.

Yi Feiyang stopped, suddenly walked to the trash can next to him, and found a few newspapers and folded them together, "Look, isn't this there?" ”

Fatty: "No, that's okay?! ”

"Believe me, as long as you are brave enough and have a plan, there is nothing in this world that you can't do!" Yi Feiyang grabbed the fat man's shoulder and said.

"But ......"

"No, but!" Yi Feiyang turned around and strode towards Chinatown with the fat man, a dirty old man on the side of the road shook an iron can in his hand, "Give a little, good Samaritan!" ”

Yi Feiyang took out a coin from his pocket, flicked his thumb, and with a "bang", the coin fell into the tin can accurately.

"May God bless you, young man!"

The corners of Yi Feiyang's mouth curled, "From now on, I am my own God!" ”