At this moment, as the most handsome reader of Feilu, you must be living in the Riverview Room of Tomson First-Class, lying on the top luxurious leather sofa. On your left, there is a maid cosplaying Rem massaging your legs, and on your right, there is a female star feeding you grapes with her fair hands.
You, on the other hand, don't even look at these two women. You're holding the latest and most expensive phone in your hand and scrolling through it.
You are wearing a Rolex watch on your wrist, exuding a European-style nobility. You look at the watch, not to check the time, but as a habit, a habit of rich people. It reminds you that you have ten minutes to read Feilu novels today.
You logged into Feilu's account and saw my response.'Humble, please customize.' It was a poor author trying his best to please the readers.
You smiled and thought of the humble author who was born in a small village. He did not graduate from university, but he left his hometown without much ability. He even learned to write novels from others, hoping to make a name for himself.
You nodded and gave him an initial and automatic order like a beggar giving alms to a beggar. When you thought about how the humble author was nervously scrolling through the background and saw your initial and automatic order, his expression changed from nervous to dumbfounded, and then to tears of gratitude, wanting to kneel down and thank you. It only took three seconds.
Imagine the author jumping up and dancing with tears and snot in his eyes. You snickered and thought of him happily blowing a tune after opening the door, frying two specialty dishes, pouring a glass of plain water, and happily sharing your auto-feed with his wife.
The wife called her mother again and said with tears that she had made the right choice.
His mother-in-law immediately became more stubborn when she went out to buy groceries. His father-in-law even smiled and said that he had not misjudged the poor author as his son-in-law.
Thinking of this, you feel fulfilled and gratified.
Sigh, the happiness of being rich and handsome is often so simple and boring.
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Cough cough…I'll stop being cheeky. Tell me the reason why the author wrote the book.
The first time she saw him was on the bus.
She had short hair, a fair face, and a sunny temperament.
She was holding a cell phone in her hand. She sat down to read, stood up to read, and walked to read. I really wanted to remind this brother that a girl sitting with him had been paying attention to him for a long time, but he was so focused on his phone that I didn't want to disturb him.
When we got off the bus, we were at the same stop. Standing side by side at the back door, I glanced at him and was a little surprised."Do you also look at the sky?"
He glanced at me.”
"I'm looking too. Where are you looking?”
"I've fused with the 'Heavenly Flame'."
"I saw it all…"
They met just like that.
Normally, he was a little taciturn, but the facts proved that he was crazy. When the few of them agreed to go out to play, he could not say a word for a day. However, when the few of them went out to play, he could talk alone for a day.
Time passed very quickly, and my relationship with him became more and more solid. We were friends and brothers who talked about almost everything. Because we have the same hobby, reading web novels.
I can't forget what he said to me two years ago."What if I write a novel?”
"Are you crazy?" "How can a normal person write novels?" It could easily be a few million words. You didn't even pass the essay, right?”
"Oh." He only nodded and said nothing more.
She hadn't seen him for three months, and when she saw him again, it was on the bus.
Slight stubble, dispirited face…
I heard that he has really started writing novels. His QQ autograph is asking everyone to follow my new book and so on. He told me to go and take a look, excitedly telling me that he would definitely crush the battle and trample mortals to death.
I couldn't believe it, so I went to take a look.
I tried my best to read it for the whole day, but I could only give up. I actually wanted to find a little highlight in his book to attract me to read it. Unfortunately, I failed.
Maybe he's been depressed. We haven't contacted each other for half a year. His QQ status hasn't been updated, and his avatar hasn't lit up. I don't know if he's invisible or not online.
In the blink of an eye, 14 years had passed. It was June, and the summer was hot.
"Hey, XX, come out and sing."
The phone rang. I was surprised to receive his call. I could hear that he was very happy. No, it was a kind of pleasure. His tone infected me, and I became inexplicably happy.
"Hahaha, do you know why I called you out to sing today?”
He suddenly stopped in the KTV and laughed wildly.
"Because my book has been signed. Haha, it's signed, it's signed!"
He laughed and shouted into the microphone.
We looked around at each other blankly. What was signing a contract? It seemed that signing a contract was very impressive.
"I've been writing for almost a year. It's almost a whole year. I've been writing every day. I don't do anything. I write every day. not easy
Finally, I've worked it out. I've finally signed a contract. Hahaha. Do you know how difficult it is to sign a contract? Ninety-nine percent of authors can't even sign a contract…"
He told us about his experiences over such a long time and complained about things that we could not understand at all. I understand now. So signing a contract is very difficult.
Before he could congratulate her, he cried. He leaned on the table and cried,"I've finally signed the contract."
A friend sighed." Wake up. Stop dreaming."”
Everyone looked at him in confusion.
"Actually, I really want to say that you're not a talented person. I heard that you've been writing novels for a long time. Did you only sign the contract today? I wrote a novel two years ago and signed a contract with the first one. I'm not trying to hurt you. I just want to say that you don't have talent. Don't dream of becoming a God. I gave up two years ago.”
"…" We understand now. So signing a contract isn't difficult…
Unexpectedly, he did not give up and continued writing.
What was even more surprising was that he seemed to have really succeeded.
I don't know if the book he signed on sold well, but I feel that his temperament has changed. It's that kind of disdainful temperament, as if he doesn't care about anything. I've seen this kind of temperament from nouveau riche before.
"Yo, you got a Lotus King?" I haven't seen him for a few months. He surprised me when I first saw him.
"Hehe, long time no see. What have you been doing recently?”
I always felt that he seemed to have changed into a different person. It was the kind of feeling that deliberately kept a low profile."Nothing much. My family found a job and I'm working now. What about you?"
"I'm writing a novel."
"Are you still writing?"
"Of course, one road leads to the end. How can a person give up so easily?"
"So you're a big writer now. How much do you earn a month?”
"Haha, not much. It's enough to feed myself."
“……”
After chatting for a long time, I really looked at him in a new light. I have a feeling that his novel has really succeeded and he should have made a lot of money.
I'm tempted too. I want to write a novel too.
But in the end, I still didn't have his boldness and couldn't write.
At the end of the year, I received a call from him."Lend me five hundred yuan."
"You're still asking me for money? Great writer, I was planning to borrow it from you.”I was a little surprised.
"The royalties haven't arrived yet. I'll pay you back after the new year.”
“……”
I think that the him on the surface is not the real him, right? Did he really succeed?
In the summer of 2015, I suddenly had a sudden impulse to see what the environment of a great writer's creation was like. After informing him over the phone, I went to his house.
When I entered his bedroom at his invitation, I could clearly feel myself frowning subconsciously. A dark and damp smell assaulted his senses. The entire room was filled with the smell of smoke and some strange mixed smells. The curtains were drawn, and the entire room was dark. The computer was turned on, and there was a document on the interface. It was full of small words.
"Is this where you work?”
"Yeah, I realized that I don't like light anymore. I don't even turn on the lights at night now because I don't have any inspiration when the lights are on.”
I was a little worried.”
"Who cares? I'm still young. By the way, have you read my new book?"
I wanted to say that I had read it, but I was afraid that I would be exposed if he asked me about the plot, so I shook my head.
He was a little disappointed. He smiled and said,"Then you have time to take a look."”
"Definitely."
I looked at a photo on the computer screen."Your girlfriend? It's quite beautiful."
A blissful smile appeared on his face."Pretty, right? We've been together for two years."
"Is that so? Why didn't I know about this before?"
"I didn't tell you."
"She's so beautiful. She must have spent a lot of money, right?”
Speaking of this, he smiled bitterly and did not answer the question in the end.
August 8th, a day I will never forget.
My primary school classmate wants me to go to XX bar for her birthday.
Amidst the noisy music of the DJs, a large group of us drank to our heart's content.
His birthday classmate's surname was Liu, so he would call him Old Liu for the time being.
Old Liu pointed at the female dj wantonly and said,"That woman isn't bad?"
"Then why don't you ask him to accompany you?" We jeered.
Old Liu laughed and said disdainfully,""That's only good. You guys haven't seen the real best.”
Old Liu was a little drunk." Wait, I'll call you guys."”
In less than half an hour, three girls arrived. They seemed to be familiar with Old Liu. After greeting him, they sat down without any fear of strangers. Three aunts
Both mothers are very beautiful, but I keep feeling that one of them looks very familiar.
"Don't come back tonight."
"Not going back where?"
"Your home, my home, Ru home."
"Then I have to give him a call. I have to call him every night at ten o'clock.”
"I'm jealous!"
"Haha."
The familiar girl went out.
But now, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable."I have something to do, so I'll leave first."
"Hey, you…"
Outside the bar, I saw the girl outside the silent door. I only heard her say into the phone,"I'm at home, I'm going to sleep…"
I didn't go far. I stood on the curb and looked at the heavy traffic. I actually felt a sense of loss. I still called him,"Is your girlfriend called XXX?"
"Yes."
His voice was very low, so low that it surprised me.
"I want to tell you something."
"You don't have to say anymore. I'm right opposite you.”
I looked up. The man was sitting on the bus seat across the road with a phone in his hand, but he was looking at the bar behind me. Her eyes were slightly red, but there were no tears…
We had a long talk, and I felt sad for him.
That man had never succeeded. Everything he did in front of us was just an exaggerated appearance. When I thought that he had really earned a lot of money from writing books, his income for two months was actually less than my monthly salary.
He took a month's worth of royalties and gave it to the woman, telling her that it was one-third of his monthly income. That woman, on the other hand, had used his money to dress herself up and do things he did not know about at a place and time he did not know about.
I admit that he is a man, and only a man. It wasn't useless, but it wasn't outstanding at all.
That man had too much self-esteem.
When others scoffed at his dreams, he would slap his own face to prove that he was right. Actually, he knew better than anyone else whether he was right or not.
I found it a little ridiculous. Why was he so childish? I could never understand. What was a dream? Oh, a dream.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry because I had never seen such a childish man.
I haven't seen him since then.
Perhaps he still had a fair face and simple short hair. Perhaps it was the sparse stubble and the dispirited face.
This was an online author, a web author that he didn't know how to describe.
Perhaps he had started over. After two years of experience, he had never succeeded, but failure should have taught him how to be a human being, right?
He wanted to prove himself, but he didn't have the ability to do so.
That man was like a lonely ant with limited ability. He could only carry bits and pieces, but he insisted on building a nest where he wanted.
That man might succeed, but it was more likely that he would continue to fail. After all, if a man couldn't even protect a woman, what could he protect?
That man actually cried and said to me,
" In the past two years, my biggest dream was not some grand and magnificent ideal. In the past two years, I only wanted to succeed once. In these countless failures, I only wanted to succeed once. Just once, even if it was a small one…"
That man was afraid to see his own future. He wrote metaphysics novels, but he was afraid of metaphysics. He was afraid that metaphysics could really predict his fate, afraid that someone had really predicted his fate and told him in advance. Because he knew that he might still fail in the future. However, he did not want to know in advance, because that would not motivate him to work hard towards the slim hope of not failing.
That man always pretended to smile in front of his friends and family and always said that he was very good. However, only he knew that he had been suffering in secret. He didn't even dare to tell his family what the novel he wrote was called because he often revealed his true feelings in the novel. He was afraid that his family would see it. He was afraid of many things, but he was most afraid that his family would know the truth.
That man had forgotten about that woman. He had no love or hate in his heart. Right now, he only wanted to live on for himself and live a good life for himself.
The man swore for the umpteenth time," This time, he really had to succeed!!!
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I woke up late at night and washed my face with cold water. I looked at myself in the mirror with a dark yellow face and deep eyes. She imitated that man's smile, bitter yet arrogant. She said proudly,
"That man is me."
I wiped my face and took a deep breath.
A moment later, he typed the last row of words on the keyboard.
"Actually, I'm the one who extracted all of this!!”
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The fake speech above was the real one!!
I sat in front of the computer for a long time, unable to write.
Drip! Drip! Drip!
A drop of unknown liquid fell on the keyboard!!
Damn it, she had clearly been suppressing her emotions and even dripped eye drops to write her acceptance speech, but why was there still liquid in her eyes!!
Were tears that worthless?？
Only a failure would be so fast!!!
Otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to afford a bottle of mineral water!!
Sigh.
Just as Moscow doesn't believe in tears, you won't believe that I'm crying.
weep weep
I'll try my best to update a few more chapters tomorrow.
After all, it was said that in Feilu, the recommendation of a book depended on the first order.
After the initial booking, everything went smoothly.
If the first order is not good, it will be difficult to move an inch.
To be honest, the author was very nervous. He didn't know what the outcome would be.
It was a hurdle that could be described as a dragon gate. If one jumped well, a carp would turn into a dragon. If one didn't jump well, a few months of time and hard work would all turn into water.
I hope that the readers can help me and let me try my best to jump higher. Even if I can't go higher, I hope I don't die too unsightly.
As of now, the collection of this book was very miserable.。
Moreover, the author felt that the collection data of the Feilu app contained a lot of moisture, and he did not know how much was left after the moisture was squeezed dry…
Facing it, he was quite nervous.
He had also seen people revealing the number of books that had been received in the authors 'group chat and on some authors' communication websites. The number of books that had been received had sent chills down the author's spine. Thirty to one was already not bad. Fifty to one, or even seventy to eighty to one, was not a small number. 20,000 favorites, 300 to 400 readers, 10,000 plus favorites, 100 plus readers…
No, it was just that. It was nothing more than asking for a few monthly votes. No matter how much water there was, it could only be summed up in these two sentences.
The author depended on the number of readers to make a living, and each chapter only cost a few cents. Therefore, the author shamelessly made a request: I hope that if everyone can, they can support us as much as possible. Those who have money can support us, and those who don't have money can support us.
There were also many readers who liked to read it and immediately went to pirated websites. However, please give me a first order so that the author will have more confidence to continue writing. It is also for the sake of this book being able to continue writing for a long time.
I just hope that everyone can click on the first order and click on the automatic order. Please!
In the end, the thousands of words formed a sentence.
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