Shang Bai's father drove the carriage.

Horse-drawn carriages galloped down the road.

His mother sat in the carriage with Xiao Shangbai in her arms.

I don't know why, tears flowed out of Xiao Shangbai's eyes again.

"Xiaobai, what's wrong with you?

His mother was surprised.

"Probably. Xiao Shangbai said.

"Saburo," his mother lifted the curtains, "run a little slower, and the sand will fly into the little white eyes." ”

Shang Bai was shocked.

If the carriage had been slow, perhaps the accident would not have happened, but since reality has been destroyed, the next thing is illusion.

He quickly collected his mood.

"It's fake, it's all fake. ”

Xiao Shang Bai's tears stopped, but Shang Bai's heart was panicked.

"You can't be slow, if you're slow, you'll miss the night. ”

His father drove the horse and said without looking back.

The carriage did not slow down and continued to gallop forward.

A few miles ahead, on the hillside of the road, a large rock was loose, already crumbling, and could fall at any moment.

There are already some small stones falling down around the big boulder.

"Click", the sound of horses' hooves was heard, the wheels and bones crushed the earth, and the small stones next to the big stones fell faster.

The carriage drew nearer, and as it approached, a large rock suddenly rolled down the hillside and struck the carriage with an unstoppable force, and suddenly the carriage overturned.

Shang Bai's mind was shocked, and after a brief period of dizziness, he heard a cry of "wow" again.

"Is this coming back or is it?"

He was puzzled, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar scene again.

It was the home where he had spent many years in the dream world.

He came to that dream world, a world on a planet.

In this world, he is still named Shang Bai.

This is a world completely different from the Yunmeng Continent, with different cultures and customs.

After the danger of almost changing reality in the last period of life, Shang Bai was in a frightened mood in this life, and carefully existed as a bystander.

Shang Bai in this world is luckier than Shang Bai in that world, he did not become an orphan, and his parents are still alive.

However, he was not very happy.

The family is relatively poor, and the relationship between his parents is not good, he is always noisy, and when he was a teenager, he simply divorced.

All this made Shang Bai very depressed in this life, and his academic performance became very bad.

His personality has also changed a lot, becoming very sensitive, inferior, and autistic.

At this time, he liked to watch all kinds of networks, immersed himself in the fictional world, and forgot the troubles in reality.

Due to his poor grades, he was not admitted to college, and after graduating from high school, he began to write online at home.

He thought he would be able to make a living in this way, but after several years of writing, he didn't write anything. Most of the readers who read him are pirated readers, and there are few subscribers, so they can basically only live with full attendance.

Even, there are some pirated readers who are not happy with it, and come to the website where he publishes it to scold him, this is a poisonous point, and it is unbearable there, which makes him angry.

As a bystander, Shang Bai has enough ways to change the fate of Shang Bai in this world as long as he is willing.

For example, buy a certain lottery ticket.

For example, buy a certain stock.

Another example is to write out the network that will be popular in the next few years in advance and become a generation of gods.

However, he did not do it, but just watched himself suffer in this world.

That's all in the past.

Without those sufferings, he would not be where he is today.

"Nima doesn't vote, and he doesn't give rewards, where did he get his face spraying me with zero fan value?"

One day, after seeing pirated readers spraying his comments, Shang Bai slapped the table and scolded angrily:

"I'm not going to write anymore! I'm not waiting for you grandsons!"

Anyway, he couldn't make money writing, so he simply stopped writing, and the next day he left the home where he had lived for more than 20 years with his bags on his back.

I went and never came back.

After he got out, he got a job as a security guard, and he worked there for several years.

The reason why he got the job of a security guard is because he saw a movie called "The Counterattack of Security Guards" on the Internet.

He liked it very much, and he wanted to have that wonderful life.

After becoming a security guard, he realized that yes, life is life, not the same thing.

The security guard's counterattack, the security guard did not counterattack.

After a few years, he was also a security guard.

He didn't write, but he still didn't let go of his habits, and after work, he watched the Internet to pass the time.

However, he didn't watch the pirated versions, and they were all genuine subscriptions.

If you don't like it, you delete the book and don't read it, and you won't run over to spray people.

If you meet someone you like, you will vote, give a reward, and support it all.

Because you understand, you are compassionate.

If you have been an author, you know that it is not easy to be an author.

For several years, he did not look at his condition again.

It was too painful.

He didn't want to stir up memories.

On this day, he drank some wine, and suddenly clicked on the unfinished book he had written before, wanting to look back on his youth.

Clicking to the book review section, he was stunned.

There was a lot of abuse in the book review area:

"It's not updated yet, is the author dead?"

"If you can't finish writing, don't write, it's a waste of my time!"

"Garbage author, go die!"

"Dead eunuch, I wish you to be hit by a car when you go out!"

"Friends readers, I'm sorry. This author is my son, who has been hit by a car and died, so don't scold him. ”

A lot of invective, curses.

His heart was cold.

He knows that people's hearts are cold, but he just doesn't know that people's hearts can be so cold.

The words I left behind after several years of wasted youth are not for you to trample on like this.

Every word has my sweat and my hard work. You can not like it, but why such vicious abuse and even curses?

I've worked so hard to code words and tell stories, what do I owe you? Why do you do this to me?

After he decided not to write, the author's words later in the chapter explained the reason for not writing, that he had too few subscriptions to make a living, and that he had to find another way to make a living.

Do you want me to give up my life and go hungry to tell you stories?

What do I owe you guys?

He clicked on the homepage of the people who scolded him, and none of them had the fan value of his book, they were all people who watched pirated copies.

The author's words can only be seen by genuine readers, not by pirates.

Therefore, those who scolded him were those pirated readers.

What do I owe you guys?

He was very sad and angry.

The depressed mood became more and more depressed, and he went out to buy alcohol again with a drunken mood.

As a bystander, Shang Bai sighed softly in his heart, he knew that his life in this life had also come to an end.

Those insults and curses were the pain of his life.