Maybe I should thank Xia Meng for that bowl of noodles and her gentle long kiss.

The wilderness finally came to life.

Even the cold is much better, although it may be because the cold medicine I took before has worked.

Yuanye's brain has cleared up a lot, and even the strength to write has recovered.

A bodily instinct to write every day began to remind him again that today's share was not yet complete.

If it had been placed earlier, the field with a severe cold would definitely not have the strength to write.

But now, miraculously recovered.

Yuan Ye looked at Xia Meng with some embarrassment, "I'm ...... Now it seems that you can code words. I want to write again......"

"Are you alright?! Are you ready to write? Xia Meng's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes. It's just that...... What do you do? You took care of me when you came, and I haven't thanked you yet. ”

"It's okay, it's okay! And, you can thank me for my ......"

"Well, how?"

"Let me see you write!"

“……”

"I'll be very well-behaved. I promise, when you write, I will never speak, quietly, and without making any sound! ”

Xia Meng was so excited that her eyes lit up.

Great god writer, soul in the wilderness.

The works he writes are like supergods.

Xia Meng could never imagine how the soul in the wilderness completed these works that amazed and admired her.

And now, is there a chance to see it with your own eyes?

Xia Meng was so excited that she was about to explode on the spot.

Seeing that Yuan Ye didn't speak, Xia Meng thought he was a little hesitant.

She lowered her head in embarrassment, her hair slipping down to cover her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have forced you so much. When writing, you should be the most taboo and don't want someone around, which will definitely seriously interfere with your creation. I understand this, so I shouldn't have made such a request. Sorry ......"

Xia Meng also thought of the tens of millions of readers who were waiting to chase the wilderness like her.

yes, why should I do it? I'm just an ordinary reader.

And do you have the luxury of seeing how the world that you usually care about is created from the fingertips of the great gods?

"Finally, if you want to continue writing today, I won't bother you."

Xia Meng took a few steps back, hesitated, and said stubbornly: "But don't write too much today, let's leave more time to rest!" After all, you're going to have to write for many, many years. ”

"I'm leaving......" Xia Meng turned around.

"Don't go!" Yuan Ye finally shouted out to Xia Meng.

Xia Meng paused, although she didn't turn around, a rare smile finally appeared on her face.

Yuan Ye looked at her back and said slowly: "I didn't mean that, I don't think you would disturb my creation, on the contrary, if you don't mind, you ...... Can you stay with me? ”

“？” Xia Meng finally turned around and looked at the field incredulously.

Stay with him?

This is......

The meaning of wilderness is ......

Xia Meng read a lot in her mind, and her face unconsciously turned as red as a peach blossom.

"I hope you can be my first reader if you like."

"First reader?"

"Yes," Harano gestured to his computer screen, which contained the first paragraph he had written earlier today.

"Before I publish it online, you can see the documents I typed out."

"Really?!"

Xia Meng exclaimed.

Isn't this the manuscript of a great god writer?

Before the computer, this was the most primitive record of the state and mood of the writer when he wrote.

"Really?" Xia Meng felt that this was a supreme superiority, over all other readers like her.

"Yes, if you will."

"Of course! Of course I do! I'm 1,100 willing! Xia Meng almost jumped on the spot.

She has never expected such treatment, and being able to see the latest updated chapters on the Internet on time every day is already the greatest happiness!

"Okay. Thank you. Yuan Ye also smiled, looking at Xia Meng's eyes, as gentle as the sunshine this afternoon.

"It's just...... Why? Xia Meng felt a little unreal.

"It's a kind of self-help for me......"

"Self-help?"

"Actually, it started when I wrote my last book, Nightmare Red Dust. When I write a book, the more I write it, the more I sink into the world of the book, and in the end, I can't extricate myself from it, and I can't distinguish between reality and fiction. ”

"Perhaps...... Just because you're too committed? When I read your book, I am also immersed in the world of the book. ”

"That's not the same, for me, I'm the author of this book, and if I can't distinguish between truth and fiction, then my mental structure will be on the verge of collapse at any time. As if this book is now, I seem to ...... It's really a little, I can't hold it......"

Xia Meng was distressed, "Yuanye, you ...... Maybe you shouldn't push yourself like that. ”

"If you don't force it, millions of people are waiting to see. Every second of every day, there are people leaving messages, waiting to witness the world I have created. ”

"So, if I don't do my best, the world I've built will become more and more crumbling, and eventually it will only collapse...... I...... Unacceptable. ”

Yuan Ye is very honest, and this is his biggest weakness.

Even great writers are often unable to resist overwhelming pressures and expectations.

After the crush, there are all kinds of mental breakdowns......

"Okay, of course. If you need it, I'm more than happy to be there. ”

……

In the living room of the wilderness, there was a crackling sound of the keyboard.

Yuan Ye was scribbling at his desk, no, tapping on the keyboard.

Although he has already taken a leave of absence, since the desire to write has come, Yuan Ye does not intend to suppress it in the slightest.

Even if you don't have to send it today, keep more manuscripts for storage, and wait for it to explode when you need it, that's great!

Behind him diagonally, it was Xia Meng.

She was like an extremely well-behaved child, keeping a distance of one and a half meters, standing behind the field.

Although she doesn't say a word, she will be like a curious cat, looking at the words on the screen with wide eyes just enough to read.

The plot I watched yesterday is finally coherent on this computer screen.

What's even more amazing is that Xia Meng's expectations for the plot are really gradually generated in the hands of the wilderness.

Just what she expected!

At this moment, Xia Meng felt that she was really happy!

Among these words, there are typos, blanks, and grammatical errors.

However, looking at these original versions of the text, Xia Meng knew that these words were indeed written by the wilderness.

Watching him polish and revise the text of the first draft, Xia Meng felt that she was a great special person, as if she also had a part in this article.

Of course, Xia Meng is not idle, she will help Yuan Ye's water cup fill it when she needs it, she will peel an apple for him, cut it into small pieces, put it on a plate, and silently put it at Yuan Ye's hand.

At some point in the middle of writing, Yuan Ye would even stop and ask Xia Meng's opinion.

And Xia Meng would run away with a red face, shouting as she ran, "No! No way! Don't ask my opinion! I'm just a reader, and I believe what you write is the best! And my opinion, it doesn't matter......"