"Fat people really can't do it."

"He's not good at career lines, so he has to write."

"Don't use so much foreshadowing, fat man, everyone can accept it when you have good grades in the past. Now no one is interested in watching you dig and fill holes. ”

"The dross of the last two books has been inherited. The emotions he is good at simply give up. ”

"I don't think he can describe his emotions anymore."

"It's sad."

"There are too many outdated writers, and this is the first one I have seen with my own eyes."

"Fatty, as your 5-year-old book fan, find a class. Not a mockery. ”

"How old are the fat people and still looking for a class?"

"Isn't he forever 25?"

"He writes forever 25."

"Fat man running around, right?"

"At least 35."

"Fat people are really old. Can you get the chapter wrong now? Never before. ”

"The fat man always likes to set the protagonist to write his own book, who can substitute for this?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to just make a traversal character? Be younger. ”

"Can he get in on his own?"

"But he said he was 24."

"Isn't this the Year of the Rat?"

"He's been writing for 9 years, right? Always full-time? ”

"Is the subscription enough for him to eat now?"

"There's an alliance leader to reward you."

"How can there be, there are more than 500 people in the fan base, and more than a dozen people are active."

"In the past, there was a gold alliance in the Baimeng, and the income was also a lot, right?"

"The fat man said that if something happened at home, the money was long gone. And ...... in debt"

"Hey...... No, let's really find a job. I am going to do it for the future. ”

"Other authors have been writing until his age, and they have either become gods or changed careers."

"Fat man...... Ay. ”

"I really want to say come on fat man, I will always support you. But I feel like he'......"

"As soon as I heard that the fat man opened a new book, he came back. Lian Zhan really can't stand it, so he took a look at this recklessly...... That's it?! ”

"Fat man...... Ay. Never mind. ”

Hi Ning Danshan Yili community in a four-story building on the 2nd floor.

The room is messy, and at first glance, it is the atmosphere and style of a single dog dead otaku to live.

On the 32-inch but old monitor, the book friend group is opened in the middle, and the chat is refreshed from time to time.

But there was no one in front of the screen, and there was a figure sitting on the ground by the window, lit a cigarette in his hand but didn't smoke it, and it just lit it.

Holding his hands on his knees and looking out of the window, he was in a daze without moving.

"Hiss~"

It wasn't until the cigarette burned out and burned his fingers that he subconsciously shook the cigarette off. Take the slippers next to it and run it out. Throw it in the corner, where there is already a pile of cigarette butts.

He lit another one, this time sucking. Just after the first sip, I coughed violently.

"Ahem~ahem~"

"Ahem, ahem!!"

I coughed for a long time, as if I couldn't breathe, and when I looked up again, a fair-skinned man in his early thirties was sitting there.

It looks average, not ugly, not ugly, not fat.

But it is the fat man who is talked about by book friends. （O(∩_∩)O）

Fair skin is not good skin, it is an unhealthy complexion that appears when you stay at home all year round and do not see the sun.

He looks like he's thirty years old, but he's actually in his mid-thirties. It's not because he's young, it's because he's been at home for ten years and hasn't experienced the world, and the wind and frost of the years don't pity him, but just leave him behind.

His name is Han Cuo.

The pen name Fat Man, he used to be very fat, but later he lost weight. It's still not because of fitness, it's because of diabetes.

Hehe.

It turns out that with the passage of time, there will be those who did not have the luxury of having.

He looks young, he can be thin without losing weight, his skin is white, and he is polite.

Hehe, hehe.

While coughing, Han Cuo laughed. Leaning his head against the wall and looking out at the drowsy sky. Even if the cold wind blew in, he couldn't feel it.

Because the heart is colder than the outside.

Nearly a decade of writing is not so complicated to say.

From the beginning of the downfall to the later highlight moments, until now it finally fell to the bottom again. There is no infamy for two books in a row, and there is no splash at all. Only some old book fans look at the face to support.

When it finally came to the third book, Han Cuo felt that he couldn't go on like this. If you continue like this, your career will really be over. So last year, in order to cater to the market, cater to today's more direct literary style, and not be pretentious about the tangled style that he is good at, he wrote a new book of Huayu.

Not to mention that the result was not successful, it has been almost half a year since it was put on the shelves, and the results of the year are no longer repeated, and more and more people are scolding. He also went back to revise it from time to time, and it was almost completely different from the original main outline. But it still can't recover the reputation and decline.

So he completely collapsed, and in front of his character of never admitting defeat, he admitted defeat.

It is impossible for him to have any hope of reaching the top in this online literature career that he once poured all his hopes and efforts into.

He once thought he was special, but now it seems that he is just one of the countless unknown writers who have not made it to the end.

And the saddest and most wrong thing about him is that he didn't understand a truth.

In the past, he thought that everyone would get old, so even if he was outdated, there would be a market. But he ignores the fact that young people will always be there.

No one is 18 forever, but there will always be 18 people.

"Ding~"

"Ding Ding~"

The sound of his phone brought him back to his senses. picked it up and put it down, it was a fan of the mobile phone QQ who asked him for a private chat, because he didn't appear in the group.

"Fatty, you really have to think about the future."

"It's not going to go on like this."

"Otherwise, you should find the former alliance leader."

"There's no shame in that. Eating matters. ”

"Fatty, how much do you get paid a month now?"

"Fatty, although there are more than a dozen of hundreds of book friends online every day, they haven't left the group to show that they are still there, look for them. Support it. ”

"Fat ......"

Probably these words, maybe the last harvest of Han Cuo's ten years of writing a book.

"Ding~" "Dingding~"

Han Cuo didn't reply, but it was still ringing. Han Cuo took the last puff of the cigarette and then exhaled it again.

Extinguish the cigarette butt and toss it aside.

Some tired got up and supported their knees for a while, and their heads were a little dizzy. Three highs, it's normal.

Walking in front of the monitor, the group was particularly lively today, and in Han Cuo's view, it was the end of his career.

Han Cuo adjusted his expression, took a deep breath, and put his hand on the keyboard to bubble in the group.

"Workers? Which boss will introduce a job to you? ”

"Yo? The fat man is bubbling. ”

"Fatty, how much do you pay now?"

"Fatty, what can you do?"

"Fatty, what diploma do you have?"

"Fat ......"

I don't know if it's an illusion, Han Cuo's eyes are a little flowery. I saw the words flashing in front of me.

Han Cuo rubbed his eyes and knocked a few words.

"Junior College, International Trade Graduate. To be honest, I skipped class and went online, and I didn't learn anything. ”

Let's talk about it again.

"It's a bit low."

"Secretarial?"

"Men as secretaries?"

"Do you have any work experience?"

"How many years has the fat man been in the house?"

"Do you have any specialties?"

Han thought for a moment and continued to type.

"I don't have any special skills, can I stay up late?"

Let's talk about it.

"Let's go for more."

"Hey."

"Do you want to drive?"

"Fat people can't drive, do they?"

"What is written in the book, can reality really be?"

"Like, how long has it been?"

Han Cuo wanted to continue typing "can't drive", but in the end he hesitated, and the word never went on.

I took out a cigarette and lit it, took a few puffs and coughed, and the smoke reached my eyes.

I rubbed it, and my eyes were red. See the penguin icon jumping below. Han mistakenly thought it was a private chat with a book friend, so he clicked on it casually.

There is a friend request. Han mistakes are generally not added. At least at the moment, my emotions are not suitable for small talk, and I can't pretend if I want to.

But maybe the other party also thought of it.

The application information is actually ......

"I'm the one who reported you for rubbing the gods."

Han Cuo's expression froze instantly, and he was even a little stunned. After hesitating for a few seconds, Han mistakenly clicked through.

"You're already friends, let's start chatting."

The prompt appears in the dialog box, when Han Tso clicks on his avatar to enter the chat. But before he could type the text, the other party had already started.

"Fatty, remember me?"

Han Cuo looked at his information and name, Long Chen. A little impressed, but can't remember.

"I don't remember ......"

Han Cuo asked, "You reported the god of rubbing?" ”

Long Chen typed again: "That's right." It's me. ”

Han Cuo took a deep breath, and he didn't know how to react for a while.

Rubbing God is a book in his highlight moments, the best one. Baimeng plus into the fine. It may not be a big deal for many small gods who can enter the essence, but for him, it is a milestone in his career.

Because from that book, his career took a sharp turn for the worse.

But it's also a god, and it's the only book he has been 404 in. The original name was Entertainment Can Become God.

"What? Want to scold me? ”

Long Chen saw that Han Cuo didn't answer for a long time, and took the initiative to ask. There is also a tongue sticking out expression in the back.

Han Cuo lit a cigarette, only to find that the previous one had not finished smoking.

So the two went out together, and the text was entered.

"Falling into the well?"

Han Cuo typed: "You didn't say it when I was beautiful, and you took the initiative to come and tell me when I was down?" ”

Long Chen input: "You don't pay attention to people when you're beautiful." So I ask if you remember me? ”

Han mistakenly typed: "It seems that I often bubble when I'm not beautiful." ”

Long Chen paused for a long time, Han Cuo had to continue typing, and Long Chen sent a message: "Later, I also knew, you are a real house." It's not just the real world, but the Internet is homely. His own group doesn't bubble up much, and he doesn't pay much attention to others. Write a book with one mind. ”

Han Cuo was silent, and typed in a half-loud: "Then what do you mean by telling me about this now?" If you just want to fall into the well, your goal has been achieved. Scolding you? It's been a long time, and even if entertainment can become a god by 404, the results of rubbing the god are good. ”

"You shouldn't have scolded me."

Long Chen typed: "Actually, you just borrowed the name of the star, but with a homonym." ”

It's okay not to say it, Han Cuo really hasn't scolded much, both reality and the Internet are counted. Of course, slapstick is not among them. But as soon as he said this, Han Cuo's heart was sullen: "If you don't report so many homophonies, just report me?!" ”

Long Chen sent a smile: "Those are not red." And in recent years, books with homophonic names have hardly become popular. People have already started to be original, you always seem to be one step slower than others, and now you don't have that fan base if you want to transform, especially if you don't like bubbling contact book fans. I don't know how to run myself. ”

Han Cuo was speechless.

"Are you done?"

Han Cuo plans to block him. I sighed in my heart, good, only the icing on the cake is not charcoal in the snow, and the stone wall under the well is pushed by everyone, which is very good.

I can't find a way out in the future, and I don't have the leisure to know this.

"If you're happy, goodbye."

Han Cuo didn't have the strength to scold, and to some extent he was right. Just because someone else runs a red light and doesn't get caught or doesn't get punished doesn't mean that you can also run a red light. Don't complain if you run a red light and get punished, you're out of luck.

At that time, there were a lot of jealousies that saw your eyes, and now in fact, Han Wrong Love War and Reckless Wear Some also use homonyms, but because no one looks at it, no one reports it.

The causal cycle, that's it.

"I once wanted to ask you to be a screenwriter, but you refused."

When the other party knocks out this message.

Han Cuo wanted to block his hand and paused: "You asked me to be a screenwriter?" ”

Long Chen entered: "At that time, your book had good grades and high income, so I couldn't look at it." Now that I'm looking for you, will you come? ”

Han Cuo's chest was inexplicably tight, and he lit a cigarette and inhaled hard: "What do you mean...... I'm down now, and no one can read the book and think about eating, so I'll give in and promise you? Especially if you told me that you reported my book and thus were 404? ”

Long Chen let out a wicked smile: "You remembered me?" ”

Han mistakenly typed: "Sorry, still not." ”

Long Chen made a sweaty expression: "About 2014, when you wrote Fat Han. I want to invite you to come to Tsujing as a screenwriter, and I also sent a photo of our group of beautiful producers to hook up with you. You were so cool at the time, arrogant and directly refused. Remembered? ”

Han Cuo was stunned for a moment, and seemed to finally remember: "I have an impression...... But it's just for that picture. ”

Probably when he wrote about Fat Han, he invited himself. At that time, I refused without even thinking about it. Later, although I wrote that the abandoned monk also hit the street, but then I wrote that the god entered the essence for the first time and then Baimeng, which was still very stable, and this matter was put in the back of my mind.

I just remembered what he had just said to him, "In the past, you had good grades and a high income, and decisively refused my invitation, will you refuse today?" ”

"Telling you that I reported it, it's not all angry with you."

Long Chen entered: "Although I was a little disgusted at the time, you floated and swelled, and I felt that I was amazing." But more often than not, I think you think too highly of yourself, and your success is largely based on the premise of YY stars. Including Fat Han, especially rubbing God. But your own ability is not weak, but you are paranoid and obsessed with it, and you can't see the transformation trend that needs to be empty and original in the future. Wasting their abilities in vain. That's why I rubbed you on when you were at your proudest...... The book from the predecessor of the god was reported. I thought you would be sober. As a result, God didn't open his eyes, and the god became angry again. Count me on the wrong step. The book that reported you actually helped you abuse fans in disguise, stimulating them to pick up the rubbing god with one heart. ”

"Hehehehe~"

Han Cuo suddenly smiled, a rare smile in the past few days.

He didn't say that he didn't even think of it, didn't he say that?

Maybe the results of normal writing entertainment can become a god, but it may not be as good as rubbing a god.

As a result, after being reported to 404 for reopening, everyone supported Han Cuo to get his results up, and the achievement of Han Cuo so far may also be the best book in his online career.

It's just that after laughing, it's more bitter. Hitting the street is the same as age, it's not okay to not admit defeat, and it's not okay to not recognize old age.

Han Cuo was silent for a long time, and then entered his speech: "I never bother to explain anything to anyone, but today you asked me to answer this way!" I don't want to go because the status of screenwriters in our country is not high, and most screenwriters in Zhongguo are simply the pen in the hands of directors and actors, and anyone can change the plot. It's better to be a gunslinger and be a screenwriter? Is the name of the picture good? ”

Long Chen paused for a moment, as if he didn't expect Han Cuo not to go because of this reason.

After a long time, Long Chen replied: "The status of screenwriters all over the world is actually not as high as that of directors, actors, and producers. ”

Han Cuo replied: "So I didn't promise you to be a screenwriter at that time." I want to write a novel, I have a dream of becoming a god, and I even want to win an award. ”

"And now?"

Long Chen asked rhetorically, "Do you think you still have hope?" Become a god? Winning? Be a writer? ”

Han Cuo's fingers clenched and relaxed, but he didn't knock down.

Long Chen asked: "You always have to have just the right meal, right?" They don't know, I can figure it out. Your monthly salary is simply not enough to support your expenses, especially your age, and you don't hide it yourself. Ben Si, no house, no car, no wife, I don't know if there is medical insurance or labor insurance, your parents should be old. Someday it will need you to take care of it. You can't support yourself yourself, how can you carry such a burden? Don't tell me that they have labor insurance and medical insurance, so you don't need to take care of it. ”

Han Cuo was silent for a long time, and there were other book friends' messages and @ He didn't pay attention, just staring at Long Chen's bland and dazzling text.

After a long time, Han Cuo exhaled, and his back seemed to be a little hunched.

Knocked a few lines and replied: "Then I'll ask you." In 14 years, when I had good grades and high income, you invited me and I didn't go, and today my grades are like this, my state level has fallen to the bottom, and my style has been completely eliminated by the mainstream popular style. You're still looking for me? ”

After speaking, he made a wicked smile: "You're not playing with me, are you?" ”

At this time, I didn't understand what he meant, and Han Cuo really deserved to be down. He still has the intention of finding himself to be a screenwriter? Han Cuo didn't understand.

Long Chen continued to tap on the keyboard: "It's the opposite. As a novel author, you don't package yourself, your state is too unstable, and you are too egoistic, too homely. Elimination is doomed. But if you want to be a screenwriter, especially if you want to enter the team, there are comparisons, systems and norms, I want to see if you still have a chance to impact it. ”

Han Cuo was relieved: "Thank you, saying such words at this time comforts me, and makes me feel that I am not so a failure." ”

"You're wrong."

Long Chen entered: "Your failure is already a fact. How do you think it doesn't change reality, including me saying this is not to comfort you, if you can do it, you can save yourself, if you can't, I'm sorry, maybe we will eliminate you faster than the website and book friends. It's also more direct. ”

Han Cuo's expression froze.

Long Chen finally asked, just a few words: "The opportunity is here, is it coming?" ”

Han Cuo's chest rose and fell, and sure enough, the book friend was already very sweet, he hadn't faced reality for ten years, and he didn't expect the outside world to be so direct.

“……”

Han mistake.

Long Chen replied: "You didn't think about time. You will apply for the job tomorrow, and if you don't go, I won't look for you again. And I'm going to block you soon, after all, you also know your current situation, you are one of the many street writers who have been eliminated in the online literature circle. And what's even more sad is that he's still so old. There are no conditions worthy of special treatment. ”

Han Cuo: "...... Are you special?! ”

Han Cuo finally scolded out, and at that moment, something seemed to be shaking.

It won't be pants, because he's the old Magister.

So, is it the heart instead?