The sound of sighing in the continuous rain

I suddenly found that this book would cost a million words.

From late March to now, it has been nearly a million words in almost six months, which is a great miracle for me.

Especially in the bitter state where the grades are still very fucked until now, for me, it is definitely a small thing worthy of joy.

But it seems to respond to the old saying that there are rainstorms and woe to people. I'm just a little happy, and then I have a cold and fever... I have a splitting headache, and my eyes will shed tears when I look at the computer screen. This feeling is very exciting.

The heartfelt brother probably knows that the goldfish's 10,000-word update plan began on August 29, that is to say, as of today, it is exactly half a month, no less than 150,000 words.

The update of 10,000 words a day may be nothing for many masters with strong pen coding, but it is really a great thing for me, a hand-damaged codeman who has to think about writing a paragraph for a long time.

But the hardship behind it...

Forget it, I still don't talk about these. I have always sneered at sensational things, and this time is no exception.

But I want to be sure that my body really can't stand it today, and my whole body is very hot. Because I miss the update of ten thousand words, I can only write this article that is not a thing to apologize to your brothers and explain it.

In the past, when I was reading, I also encountered many authors who were seriously ill and asked for leave. At that time, as a reader, I was also very resentful. Now it's my turn, and I finally feel the taste.

It's very sad, isn't it?

But fortunately, I have only asked for one sick leave since I wrote this book, hoping there will be no second time. Damn, no one wants to curse themselves for getting sick...

I was going to end here, so that I could get into the infirmary for a drip, but I was always very unwilling. Today is the time for my million-dollar goods.

I always want to remember or sigh something.

But after all, my head is so burning that I can't figure out a clue, so let's talk about my writing books.

The first time I came into contact with online articles was probably ten years ago. In my impression, it was still the era of "Feng Zi Story", "The Country is So Beautiful" (cough, this is an H article...), "The Old Youth", "He's Disciple"... At that time, I, a newbie, entered the online literary world at that time.

At that time, he was very happy, and his vision was not so picky. When he caught the book, he was crazy to nibble. No matter if it was brain-damaged or not, and there was no level of appreciation at all.

As Xiaobai goes on day by day, I have also become a ashes-level Xiaobai. I am no longer willing to read the popular science literature of Xiaobai, and I am no longer passionate for the six big bad guys. Anyway, my vision has begun to have a little picky characteristics.

Then, he began to search for books endlessly, such as Yannan's blasphemy, the wild fox under the tree's Search for Gods, and the blood-red Dragon Road...

Until now, although I have written books by myself, I am still chasing a few big books all the time, such as Yueguan, Mao Ni, Yannan, Bea Huo, Fangxiang, Chen Fengxiao and Godzilla.

If you pay attention, you will find that in my writing description, sometimes I will learn from Fang's big writing layout, and sometimes from catty and extremely sultry acidic writing... Unfortunately, they all learn it paradoxically. They can't catch the heat, but fall down.

But after all, I learned a lot from it, about writing, about description, and how to install 13 in a low-key way. Cough, online article, you have to pretend to be 13 to have fun, right?

For nearly half a year of writing a book, from astringent to getting better, I think I have gained a lot, which can't be expressed in a word. But there is nothing to show off, let alone to hold a banquet with a lot of harvest. The only thing that makes me happy is probably that I have made a few good brothers.

A book can be exchanged for a few silent followers, and it is enough to encourage the brothers who praise all the way!

This "Epoch of Cultivation" is expected to end around November, that is, in nearly two months. I will carefully fill in the many pits listed in the outline in a reasonable arrangement. I will not be in a hurry and do not want to go to the end. A book that has not been put on the shelves and has not been bought out. How can the picture be The end of hastily?

When I chatted with my editor Yu, I said more than once that a good online writer must be a guy who can endure loneliness, persevere to the end, and end up. No matter how bitter and wronged he is in this process, as long as he persists to the end and compares with his heart, no reader will hate it. No website is not willing to join such an online writer. Moreover, the reputation and RP of a writer have also been greatly guaranteed.

So, even if this book jumps to death, it will definitely not be a tiger head and a snake tail.

Of course, during this period, I have been considering planning the next new book.

There are actually a lot to say about the new book. Long before this book, I actually wanted to code modern urban literature, and I have prepared three very short beginnings.

But considering that it is the first book and there is still a huge excavation space in the fantasy novel, I started a cultivation novel in such a muddle.

Of course, now it seems that this era of cultivation is extremely sad and not as great as expected, but after all, it has been tried and deserved.

The next book has not been discussed with the editor, or even mentioned the new book with Yuda. This is just a paranoid decision after my personal paranoia.

The next book begins to enter the urban literature...

Some people say that urban literature has already been written badly, and there are always those few scenes back and forth. I don't think so. Those yy's excessive white-brained harem stallion have indeed flooded, but if these articles occupy or describe everything in urban literature, it is impossible at all.

Like FH's big urban literature, it is very **, and it is also the first generation in the online literary circle. Nowadays, many urban texts are mostly written by imitating the layout of FH, such as "The Evil of the Chen Family", "Phan Ruo", "The Godfather of the World", "Farmer's Three Fist" and the text structure have traces of FH writing. Of course, maybe it's a coincidence...

But I still think that imitation is good, but without my own things, it is still a masterpiece at best, as FH said in a simple talk:

"Code writing needs to be calm. Writing and writing are two concepts. Text can be colorful, but it is limited to this. If you die, you will say it is a good prose, but a good pen is strong and deep. Even if the description is absurd, it is equally profound. Telling jokes can also make readers detect the bitterness. This is The real success of a work. The writer who imitated my style has been following up, but none of them felt red. To put it clear, I only saw that the old eunuch's text of the beacon was very interesting, which was different from ordinary people. It was more cheap and coquettish.

In view of this, I probably don't pay much attention to the text structure, but to the wonderfulness of the story and the ability to describe myself. Well, it seems a little far away. Well, I just want to say that I'm really preparing to elaborate a beautiful modern urban literature, that's all.

Of course, these are still far away, but writing a book must start collecting materials and wonderful small sections from now on, so as to strive for excellence.

Finally, paste out three very small fragments written in three different periods to see the paleness of my previous writing. Well, these three short paragraphs are incomplete, and they were also written before writing the era of cultivation.

One:

Song Sansi sat in the rocking chair and swayed, and the tight and sour sound of creaking wooden strips sprinkled the quietness of the yard in the midsummer afternoon through the thick banyan leaves. Song Sansi squinted his eyes and showed a harmless smile. Sixth brother, stop trying to poison me. Your mother-in-law is very thoughtful. If you pull me on this matter, the old man will always understand. Even if he doesn't say it, do you think you can muddle through?

Listening to Song Sansi's softly refuse himself again, the middle-aged man sitting on the root of the old banyan tree didn't care. He grinned, took a cigarette, and then said leisurely. Don't pay attention to the woman. In order to consolidate his position, he was single-mindedly close to his head, even me, who was a man, was guarded against staring at a thief. Hey, not to mention her, Sixth brother said that this matter really happened. As long as you resist the old man, the sixth brother will help you deal with the rest. Don't believe it. Why don't you take you out to play? It's so pitiful. You haven't seen the true face of this flower world yet.

This boy is a little good! Song Sansi, who glanced and sat firmly in the rocking chair, swallowed his mouth with difficulty, began a new round of persuasion work, and began a new description of the colorful description of the outside world. He was so eloquent that he even danced excitedly for a long time. Finally, in Song San thought, "Sixth brother, save your saliva. At night, your mother-in-law Don't be out of stock in your mouth." Defeated.

Middle age was a little unable to laugh or cry. His narrow face was full of bitterness and unwillingness. He brushed his hair, which was a little messy because he was excited by what he just said, and praised loudly, hey, the child taught by the feudal old man, is very stubborn! I haven't been out of this big ravine in 1780, and I have been cultivated into an old mountain demon. I want to eat and eat soar!

Song Sansi was still smiling like a cunning little fox, reaching out and pointing to the back of the middle-aged man. Sixth Brother, someone is looking for you.

Middle-aged people laughed, "Don't be perfunctory. Even if the old man comes, I will beat you down!"

"I didn't lie to you." Song Sansi broke his fingers and put it in front of him and stared at it. He was very leisurely and lazy.

"I don't believe it!" Middle-aged man shakes his head fiercely

- This clip should have been written three years ago and has been in my notebook. Now look, there are still many astringent and stiff parts in it.

Two:

Wo!

A cyan giant wolf's limbs were empty, like a cyan lightning, rushing straight to Song Shi. Song Shi was so frightened that he didn't have time to think about it. He stepped forward with his right foot, his waist suddenly twisted, and his body tilted like a willow tree swaying in the wind to avoid the rapid attack of the green wolf. At the same time, he clenched his fist with his left hand and hit the tail of the green wolf. The green wolf seemed to have eyes behind his back, and his huge body shook vigorously in mid-air and dodged Song Shi's fist. ¬

With a bang, the green wolf landed on his limbs, and the green wolf seemed unwilling to turn around and rushed to Song Shi again. The huge wolf's claws were holding a strong wind, and his blue pupils were full of ferocious and vicious colors. ¬

Before he gasped, the green wolf rushed to his face again, and Song Shi couldn't help crying in his heart. His men did not dare to neglect, so they quickly squatted down, pinched their hands into knives, and split them into the throat of the green wolf. ¬

Song Shi felt a cool breeze passing through his ear and narrowly avoided the attack of the green wolf. And the palm that hit the green wolf did not hit the green wolf's throat as expected, and it failed. ¬

Song Shi smiled helplessly. The green wolf was really a little fast. He could only hit the remnant shadow by himself, and he couldn't hit any hair at all.

The green wolf's limbs fell to the ground again, but did not jump on Song Shi again. The green wolf's forelimbs scraped the ground fiercely, and the green hair on his body suddenly shook, like a fully armed hedgehog, and the green hair spread like a steel needle. With a low roar, the blue and secluded pupils of the green wolf began to turn red, but in a moment, there seemed to be two flames burning in their pupils, and a cruel breath suddenly dispersed, covering the whole space. ¬

Seeing this, Song Shi's originally nervous and embarrassed face sank, squeezed his lips and began to become solemn. The air machine of the whole body quickly mobilized and quietly stared at the movements of the green wolf. ¬

This is a snow-covered forest, with tall fir trees and vigorous pine trees all over it. Thick snow pressed on the branches of these trees, looking at them like big white clouds floating on them. Under the refraction of the sun, those white snow-snowing people had to narrow their eyelids slightly, and even dyed a lot of colorful light. ¬

The snow on the ground is very thick. At least a squirrel who went out forage jumped from the branch and smashed out a snow hole and disappeared into the vast white snow. ¬

The weather is very cold. Song Shi is wrapped in a thick green cotton coat, covered with a shabby blue down jacket, and long leather boots with thickened and fluffy inside. The nose on the dignified cheeks is comically red, and the white misty gas can be clearly seen between breaths and inhalation.

- This clip should have been written on Christmas in my freshman year. At that time, I impulsively wanted to write an urban power novel. Now, the text is still a little unexcellent. And he firmly said that even if he writes urban novels in the future, there will be no power. Well, looking at all the urban literature in the online literary world, no one has become popular by power...

Three:

I have never been far away. I don't know how magnificent and charming Song Sansi is staring at the outside of the car. Along the way, in addition to the loess, it is Mr. Lin's blue and white wall advertisement. But Song Sansi was still dizzy and even interested, which made Su Manqiu, who was sitting opposite him and observing him for a long time intentionally or unintentionally, unbearable. Counting the time and sitting in the swaying green car for a few hours and playing games with his mobile phone, the white and clean brother opposite him When he stared out of the window and took out his bag of snacks to add his mouth, the benevolence was still staring out of the window. Even after Su Manqiu was tired and taking a nap for a long time, he was still staring out of the window!

As a girl who pays great attention to her appearance and takes care of herself and has always been sought after by boys, Su Manqiu's direct disregard for Song Sansi, and even once suspected that the girl opposite was a castration! But in comparison, even if it doesn't feel good, after all, this caste is quiet and unnoticable. The hateful and shameless, especially unbearable, has to count the neighbor seat of the man outside the window, a middle-aged uncle with a thin mouth and yellow teeth. The colorful shirt buttons are only two, revealing the layered chest of the skeleton, and two hairy legs and feet swinging under the wrinkled four-legged trousers. This image is very obscene. Even if it's trivial, within Su Manqiu's tolerance, this middle-aged obscene man picks his feet in his left hand and holds a seductive magazine with a cover girl in an exposed posture in his right hand. While reading it, he has a sound, and does not forget to pick his feet and walk around his body with his evil eyes, and then shakes the remaining few strands. The head of black hair seems to be tasting, comparing, in...

Su Manqiu had a lot of opinions on taking a broken green train in college this time. According to his own way, he just flew directly by plane. Why did he take a train that didn't even have a hard floor to stay? But he couldn't resist his close friends' begging. It took more than ten hours to get straight to the fire in Shanghai. The car, and the appearance of the man and the obscene man outside the window is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire, which makes Su Manqiu feel that he can endure...

- This clip is probably written by the FH god's toad when it was first sent out. Well, I admit that there are great traces of imitation. Looking at it now, it is still very warm, but it feels a little unsistible. Well, what do you think?

Okay, don't talk about it anymore. Up to now, I don't even know what I'm talking about.

Now I'm going to get an intravenous drip and come back in the evening. If I'm in good condition, I'll probably be able to make a big chapter out, but it may be late.

Brothers, if you can't wait, let's watch it tomorrow.

Finally, say a word and protect your body. This rain is continuous, and the weather is very cold. Drink more boiled water. Don't be as sad as me...