"Gollum ......"

In the end, it was the protest of the Five Organs Temple, which made Ji Zhuo find what he had to do.

A button on a laptop and a touch on a mobile phone.

Ji Zhuo went out and went downstairs to forage for food.

He rented an old neighborhood. There are a few old buildings in the community, but it is rare that there is still an elevator.

Between several old buildings, there are some old trees, the branches and leaves grow densely, and several paths in the community shuttle under the dense branches and leaves, which seems a little quiet.

However, there are many mosquitoes in the summer.

Of course, by the time the summer comes, Ji Zhuo will definitely not live here.

Orphaned, single, writing novels.

You don't need to think about where your parents are, you don't need to think about where your girlfriend or wife are, you need to think about work and commuting.

There are no plans to buy a house for the time being, and there are no plans to fall in love.

In addition, I didn't have a novel before I didn't hit the street, and my income was barely enough.

Ji Zhuo also eats enough for the whole family and is not hungry, he has always lived comfortably in a certain place, and when he is tired of living in one city, he will change to another city.

Anyway, now there are nets even in the deep mountains and old forests.

The city where I live now is a tourist city called Fancheng.

The city is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and some handsome scenes can be seen inside and outside the city.

The whole city is not big, but you can see a lot of market atmosphere.

Walking along the quiet path under the dense branches and leaves of the community, from time to time there can be some uncles and aunts walking, talking about some homely gossip.

Ji Zhuo looked at this quiet environment, enjoying a moment of comfort,

Walked out of the door of the community.

Outside the door of the community, there is a spacious street,

Vehicles are driving slowly, and from time to time two cars are driving in opposite directions, so it is inevitable to avoid congestion.

On both sides of the street, there are snack restaurants.

There are people who buy pots, helmets, cakes, and leek boxes on the street, and there are also those who sell pickled vegetables.

There is also a fog rising in the steamer at the door, a noodle restaurant with the door open, and of course, there are also national chains of yellow braised chicken rice and Shaxian International.

“…… Come to the bowl of noodles, come to the cage xiaolongbao. ”

"Okay."

Walking into the noodle restaurant that he has been frequenting in the recent past, Ji Zhuo shouted, and found a place to sit down.

The boss in the back kitchen poked his head out, answered, and then came out of the back kitchen with a bowl for other customers, and said to Ji Zhuo by the way,

"Why are you so late today, if it's any later, I'll be closed."

The owner of the shop was a man in his forties, with a towel to wipe sweat on his shoulders and an apron with some oil.

On this cold day, he was still rolling up his sleeves, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Wait for the code words in the house, and I'll write a little more if my thoughts are smooth today."

Ji Zhuo has been in this city called Fancheng for more than two months, and he never came here more than two months ago.

In more than two months, I also got to know the city a little. This noodle restaurant, he often came during this time, and he was a little familiar with the boss.

I know that he has a wife and a son. His wife usually helps here, and his son is still young.

When Ji Zhuo came over for dinner, the boss's son often wrote his homework on a table next to him.

But I didn't see it today.

"Sister-in-law, why aren't you here today?"

"She was tired of opening the store with me in the morning and evening, and I saw that there were not many customers tonight, so I asked her to go back with the children first."

The shopkeeper smiled and answered, picked up the towel on his shoulder and wiped his sweat.

Ji Zhuo raised his hand and gave a thumbs up to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper just smiled,

"You sit down for a while. Your noodles will be brought up immediately. I also left you a cage of the xiaolongbao. ”

Greeting again, the shopkeeper went to open the steamer that was still steaming at the door of the store, picked up a basket of xiaolongbao on the plate, put it on the table in front of Ji Zhuo, and walked into the kitchen again.

After graduating from college and starting to write novels, Ji Zhuo lived in one city after another.

The experience of these years is that if you are willing to listen to a stranger, that stranger is likely to be kind to you.

With a smile, Ji Zhuo touched the chopsticks in the chopsticks next to him, and ate the steaming xiaolongbao.

Pacifying the hungry protests, he also looked at the noodle shop.

It's already early eight o'clock at this time, Fancheng is still a small city, and it's basically past dinner.

At this time, in this noodle restaurant, in addition to Ji Zhuo, there is also a young man sitting on the other side, eating noodles, while looking at his mobile phone intently, his fingers swiping from time to time.

Reading a novel?

Ji Zhuo couldn't help but look at the man.

Since the release of the first novel, I have seen someone reading a novel with a mobile phone outside.

I can't help but want to lean over and take a second look to see if the novel that person is reading is written by himself.

In my mind, I met a passerby on the side of the road reading a novel, and then found out that I wrote it.

stepped forward to ask how this novel was, and the passer-by said that it was well written, and he said that it was written in general.

In the end, I told the passer-by that this novel was written by myself, and that the scene of completing a gorgeous costume had been rehearsed countless times.

But I didn't use it again.

This time was no exception.

After looking at a few words on the screen of the passerby's mobile phone, after making sure it wasn't his own novel.

Ji Zhuo decisively lost interest, and also took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

"New Book Update: ...... Another chapter, Nima has risen by five collections, who can bear this.

Half flutter and flutter: the groove, you can rise five collections in a while in a chapter, this Nima collection doesn't take off in a day?

This group of honest Xiaolangjun: it, you can go up five collections in a while in one chapter, and this Nima ...... +1

If the book is not hot, I will be on fire: ......+1"

The author group is still talking, this Nima, a group of people who write novels.

I'm afraid that if you write a novel, you can also be very good.

Then Ji Zhuo also silently clicked +1 and joined in.

"Clumsy and extraordinary: +1

Octopus smashes keyboard: +1

New book update: vomiting blood [picture], I'm recommending it. In the afternoon, the test water pushed, and now the collection has only risen by five.

Honest Xiao Langjun: Lie in the groove, test the water and push it for half a day...... Forget it, I can't blow it, cut it.

Half pounce and pounce: Cut +1

Octopus: +1

Humble and extraordinary: +1"

Then Ji Zhuo also silently clicked +1 again.

This is not a re-reading, it is called following the trend of history and mingling with the broad masses of the people.

Ahem......

Ji Zhuo took a bite of the bun, and then sent a message to comfort the big guy.

"Clumsy and extraordinary: open a bigger guy, it's okay, I also opened a new book that is slow to heat.

Half-pounce and pounce: Lying in the groove, he is a clumsy and extraordinary boss. Ah, I'm dead......

Octopus: Ah, I'm dead +1

The first pounce of this group: Ah......+1"

Gan!

Re-reading others, and being re-read are two different feelings.

Soon, though, the repetition was interrupted.

The new book opens: "Forget it. Extraordinary big guys, don't do slow-burning books. You really can't go against the tide. Cover your face .jpg. ”

The rest of the author group didn't speak at this time, Ji Zhuo is quite familiar with this new book, and he can talk about this kind of thing.

For other people who don't know each other, this kind of talk can't add one. After all, it is the most taboo to talk about it in a shallow way.

Clumsy and extraordinary: "That's borrowing your auspicious words." ”

New book update: "??? ”

Half-pounced: "??? +1”

Immediately after, the author group re-read again,

A full screen of question marks.

But Ji Zhuo, who received the blessing of 'good' as he wished,

Already smiling, he turned off his phone with satisfaction.

It seems that my judgment has not deviated,

Everyone thinks they can pounce.

Isn't that more stable.

Ji Zhuo has already begun to think about how to spend the first month's 300,000.

Changing computers?

Wave around a different tourist city?

Then, Ji Zhuo was satisfied, happily eating xiaolongbao,

I swiped my phone again.

Cut back to the writer's backstage.

"Huh? Is this a review? ”