Xu Song stared at the 0/0 in disbelief, and couldn't tell what it was like in his heart now, like an important position in his heart was dug up and turned into a big hole, the kind that echoes when the wind blows. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's especially hard for a withdrawn person to recognize another person, but it's especially devastating to lose it so easily.

Xu Song was not in the mood to enter the deep blue world at all that night, and he also had insomnia, tossing and turning in bed until the middle of the night, before he fell asleep groggyly.

Xu Song woke up the next day and still didn't have much energy, but he didn't talk much, so in the eyes of outsiders, he didn't change much, and after getting up, he was code as usual, and he finished a chapter in a little more than an hour, and the speed did not change. After the code was finished, he boarded the Haoyue website, and wanted to take a good look, but he saw the "Toy Box Murder Incident" written by Sakura Seven Petals in the carousel picture in the middle of the homepage just after entering.

"Hey, "Toy Box Murder" looks like it's going to be popular. Xu Song thought to himself, Haoyue is the vane of the entire online literature world, and it is a great achievement to be able to rotate on the homepage of the Haoyue website.

Sakura Seven Petals is also a writer that Xu Song can rarely say to know, it seems that they chatted a few words in the same circle a long time ago, and they also added friends to each other, although they never crossed paths after that, but Xu Song's favorability of this work is still very high, and now seeing that he has obtained such an achievement, there are still many elements of happiness for him in my heart.

Xu Song clicked on the cover and went in to take a look, and sure enough, the data skyrocketed, which was not the same as the last time he saw his results.

"It's good. Xu Song said silently in his heart, and then clicked on his novel page to look at the data, and the clicks were still miserable, a few more up, but it was still not enough to read.

"Am I really that bad?" Xu Song closed his eyes and spread out on the chair, he is just an ordinary person, he has wanted to give up countless times over the years, this is normal, a thing that has no return, no one interacts with you, who can keep going rain or shine?

It's just that he has a little more tenacity than others, and the people who entered the online literature with him have given up one after another, some of them are not very good grades like him, and some of them have a little achievement, but in reality, they have no time to continue to maintain this hobby when they are busy with work and life, and some of them have good grades, but after a few years, they are still a little discouraged, and then they give up.

Xu Song didn't want to give up, Xu Song always felt that hard work would pay off, as long as he kept persevering, there would always be a day of success.

From the bottom of his heart, he was happy about the success of the seven petals of the cherry blossoms, and he couldn't help but think about his own situation. Now that he has run to Lotus City, the environment has undoubtedly become much better without Xu's mother nagging from time to time, although Sun Wenwen also gave him a salary, but it is impossible to get ahead by relying on her sentence "salary depends on performance", and he doesn't know anything, if he really wants to do something, then he still has to work writing novels.

It's really not a small time for me to mix in the online literature circle, why is it still unsuccessful, Xu Song always feels that the only reason why he is not liked is that he is not good enough.

In the past four or five years, he has changed various themes, followed the trend and marked new ones, but all of them have failed without exception. Sometimes Xu Song also feels that he is really not suitable for storytelling, but sometimes he will still be moved by his characters when he looks at his novels, he can't judge what is wrong with him, he feels that he writes every story very seriously.

But in the past four or five years, except for the first three books he can insist on writing, he can only hold on to half of the others, and then he falls into infinite self-doubt and puts all his hopes into the next one, he always feels that the next book will be better, this one has no results because he is not suitable for this style, readers don't like this genre and so on, until the next book continues to hit the street, no, according to the standard of less than 10,000 monthly income after the street is put on the shelves, he is not even qualified to fight the street, so many novels are written, not even a contract, let alone what is the monthly income of the subscription on the shelf。

He looked at the catalog under his name, "White Fox King", "Deep Blue Night Sky of the Last Days", and "Gray Feather" are complete, and then "Sky Dragon City in Another World", which is written 1.82 million, and the clicks are 136, "Alchemy Master in Another World" has written 830,000, and the clicks are 67, and "Thirty-three Imperial Tombs" has written 700,000, and the clicks are 43, and "Modern Xiuzhen Master" has written 110,000, and the clicks are 13, and then he is now writing "The Dragon Whisperer", which is already 120,000, and the clicks are 11.

It was rare to light a cigarette, swallowing clouds and spitting fog, Xu Song thought: "Is it time to be a eunuch this time?" But if you get rid of this book as a eunuch, what should you write next?

It's better to write the story of the battle. Such an idea crept up, but as soon as this thought came out, it was a little uncontrollable, and his mind was automatically running how to describe the beginning, how to write the scene of the large-scale battle remnants like blood, and the blood on the ground was like the red glow in the sky, although the scene after the war was not shown to him, but he could faintly arrange the plot behind, the war was one of the millions of people, and the only one who survived this war, but it was affected by something, and then he only knew how to fight and fight, and finally became the god of war in his own mouth, and he could even see an ordinary mortal holding a Pu knife covered in bloodIn front of him is a god, a Buddha and an immortal, but he rushed forward unrelentingly, "How is life? How is death? How is pride? What about crazy demons? The world is so big, how can I tolerate it? If I have grievances, I can only fight with a sword!"

After thinking about it like this for a long time, even his heart in the midst of falling out of love can't help but surge, life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten, if there is a knife in hand, don't care about their eyes, break through the shackles of the world, live happily, drink and eat good wine and meat, isn't it a happy thing?

Xu Song closed his eyes, his thoughts wandered, he didn't see Zhan appear behind him for a while, and looked at Xu Song quietly with a smug smile on his face after the conspiracy succeeded, and after a while, he consciously disappeared again, and did not let Xu Song find out.