At 10 o'clock in the evening at the end of March 2016, I only heard a "squeak" sound, and the door of the dormitory was pushed open, and a cold wind also penetrated this gap and flickered in. ↗ Top Novel, x.

"Hey, buddy, are you still immersed in your world?

As this sentence sounded, it was accompanied by a heavy hand strike.

Fell on the shoulder.

Little Pony finally came out of that magical fantasy world, he stretched his waist, looked at the dashing fantasy text on the computer, probably was a little in a trance by the heavy blow of Xiao Si, vaguely he seemed to be in the world called the star god, the ear is the gun and sword contention, the breath is the most agile vitality between heaven and earth, the hero's epic is written here, the proud chic here eagle strikes the sky, if all this is not a dream, how good would it be?

The foal thought in a trance, when he thought of the word "dream", it was as if an electric current rushed straight from his feet to his people, and suddenly he was full of excitement, and the foal returned to reality again.

"What are you doing? I said you're such an adult, you should have the steadiness of an adult, right?

Xiao Si wiped his nose like Mr. Bruce Lee, and said domineeringly: "I opened this mountain, and I am the biggest in this room, if you want to be serious, unless I am not there!"

Pony waved his hand weakly and asked angrily, "What's the matter with running so fast?"

The junior moved the chair over and stared at the laptop in front of Su Mu, there was only a software called [Little Black House] running on the screen, and there was a cursor flashing on it, and it looked like an unfinished sentence along the eyes of the junior four.

Su Mu knew that he still had a long way to go. On both sides of the road will be the temptation of constantly shining and disappearing, just like the stars that keep twinkling in the night. You can say it's weak, you can also say it's strong, everything is always relative, isn't it? Along the way, Su Mu felt that he had probably grown, because he became more and more sensitive, and the more he experienced, the stronger the degree of sensitivity became—although this shouldn't be a thing to be thankful for, but this is a sign of growth after all, isn't it? People are always stopping and walking on the road of finding comfort, but no one knows where this comfort comes from and where it is going? After today is tomorrow, and after tomorrow there will be another tomorrow, the days are getting longer and shorter, but he Su Mu's days are more and more, or are they going to be less?......"

What is this foal tossing about? Xiao Si thought, are these words in his heart or the words he wants to spit out in his own heart?

Xiao Si felt that he needed to be serious, which should be a very worthwhile and necessary thing.

"Ma Ju, you know, my junior student's biggest dream is to become a well-known reporter in the future, so for the realization of my ideal, I have to interview you, what, are you willing to accept it?"

His eyes are like fire, and they are like knives spinning around, if the colt does not cooperate, he will fly out a handful or even a few to pounce on this daring colt classmate.

Ma Ju had a strange expression, he waved his hand, still squinting at the weakness and said, "I am willing." If there is a time limit for this guarantee, then I hope it will be 10,000 years!"

The junior fourth student nodded with satisfaction, his two eyes were like two glowing light bulbs, and his intuition was a little scary in Su Mu's eyes.

"Straight to the point. Ma Ju, you have been writing this book [Rise of the Star God] for about half a year, no matter how busy and tired you are every day or how bad your mood is, you still insist on updating it every day, I see this kind of hard work in my eyes, but I admire and understand it in my heart! So, can you tell me, what has supported you to persist until now?"

Ma Ju's expression moved, and his casual look was finally swept away.

He straightened up, picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of water, moistened his throat, looked very formal, and coughed a few times before saying, "This matter is a long story." ”

In the eyes of Ma Ju, there was a complex emotion brewing and dissipating, and finally, after the storm, the sky cleared.

From his eyes, it was as if he could smell a taste called memory.

"From a very young age, I loved to read books and love the words that seemed to be alive. ”

"I always thought that words were alive. Under the pen of different authors, the same text can have different personalities, and each character comes so naturally, as if the natural spirit is as pure and beautiful. You look at her quietly, as if there are flowers blooming, grass sprouting, trees cheerful, and the sea roaring. You listen quietly to every voice, and before you know it, you imagine yourself as an angel flying under the sky. The angel's wings are black and white, the black is the rough life, the white delicate fantasy, and in the world of words, black and white are recast like chocolate into another taste. People call this taste "substitution". ”

"No matter what it is, there must be this sense of substitution. It's like you always need to use a tool to eat, chopsticks or knives and forks. ”

"I was fascinated by this sense of substitution, and then I often wondered if I could take root, sprout, blossom, and bear fruit through the imprint of my own words through the words of that personality like the seed of a tree in this blank world?"

Once this thought arises, it burns like a wildfire. I know, that's crazy. ”

"To be honest, I enjoyed the madness. And to achieve this madness, there is nothing more blood-boiling than the matter of coding words yourself. I think it's a wind called youth, a storm of youth, and it's a morbid beauty that is not sick in this world that is destined to be hysterical!"

"Alive, especially young, who doesn't want an impulse to say crazy and go crazy?"

Pony took a long breath, and when he spit out again, it was as if a stone had fallen in his heart.

The junior senior sighed, no one knows better than himself what kind of character this guy has and what kind of situation.

"Ma Ju, it's good that you have this passion, and I also see your dedication to this passion, but, hey, it seems that your results in this book are not very good? What is the point of continuing to write like this? I believe that in the process of creating this book, you have found many of your own shortcomings, but the manuscript has been sent out and it is difficult to collect; in this case, why don't you reimagine a good book that is several times better than the current one?"

The junior fourth student patted Ma Ju's shoulder and said earnestly.

Ma Ju was thoughtful, nodded and said, "Yes, what you said does make some sense. With constant perseverance, I did feel my progress and understood the requirements for writing a book that readers would like. Looking at my previous creations from my current perspective, there are indeed big, or fatal flaws. Perhaps, as you said, it's time for me to get started with a new one?"

Ma Ju rubbed his chin with two fingers, and said thoughtfully: "Continue to persevere, due to the limitations of the previous content, the readers I write will still not buy it as before, then the persistence at this time has become a lingering breath, after all, there is no pleasing reading effect; I often hear people say that life in the world must be willing, there will be giving, if there is reluctance, how can there be progress next time?"

The junior fourth student nodded, relieved that Ma Ju could think about it, and couldn't help but say: "Ma Ju, isn't there a saying that youth is capital?" We are still twenty years old, and we are in good health, and we have a foundation that is strong enough to support any belief, and our results in this book are not very good, so let's learn from it, like a big wave sweeping sand, gold always shines, perhaps, you will feel that it is not proper for the reader to give up like this, but if you continue to write in this way, then you will be even more sorry for the reader, don't you say?"

Pony picked up the cup again and took a sip of water, the water was in his mouth for a long time, and only after a few seconds did he hear a "grunt" sound of water in his stomach.

He's meditating, he's reminiscing, he's sighing.

The past rolls forward like flowing water and does not retreat, time has given too much helplessness, Ma Ju can't help but think that he has been writing this book for about half a year, right?

For more than half a year, I was in a trance when I thought about it.

Unexpectedly, just the belief in my heart has been held on for half a year?

In the past six months, how much did you give up to make such persistence?

In the past half a year, how many big and small things have happened flashed in front of Su Mu's eyes like a movie at this time, good and bad, sweet and astringent, all the flavors are like the flowers in spring, and finally converge into the taste of the water that has just been drunk, with a little sweetness, coolness, and more fulfillment.

Yes, no matter what, these six months have been lived to the fullest, haven't they?

Ma Ju moved the mouse to the close button, and with a single click, the interface that had accompanied him for half a year was closed.

He believed that one day he would meet it, and that day would never be far from him.

He is just an ordinary person, because with such an ordinary little ideal, life is like a firework dazzling.

Ma Ju suddenly laughed, he raised his fist and said, "I'll be back!"

The junior classmate wasted no time in slamming his fist with him and said, "I'll see that day!"

The two fists collided together, and a gust of wind flew in from the open window, spinning around the two of them, bringing a faint sadness.

Parting is always sad.