Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 814 Born For You (3)

The plot begins to freeze.

On the black keyboard, a pair of long fingers with distinct bones stayed on it, facing the glowing computer screen, and did not move for a long time.

After the beginning of the written story is written, it is packaged into a file and sent out.

Soon, readers responded.

Don't like to wear underwear:?

I am a tomato: ? ?
I like you so much:? ? ?

Fairy Tale House Cottage: ? ? ? ?
I don't want to be a light bulb: break formation!I knew that Da Da would not write according to classic fairy tales!
The monk loves the nun: Break the formation +1!really!Still reverse that taste!This time it was the eldest daughter who went to the castle!
I'm Tomato: Spoiler! ! ! ! !It is said that Da Da's new article intends to mess up the fairy tale world, and the plot is also written casually!Don't follow the original!
Fishing at work: What the upstairs said is true! ?Ahhh looking forward to it!I want to see Cinderella!Ah no, I want to see broken Cinderella!
I'm also fishing: add one plus one!Wait for the update! ! !
Eat melons every day: update update update! ! !

My shoes are ugly and smelly: update update update update! ! !
I heard that drinking water is very suitable for you: +1 for maintaining formation every day.

The message on the computer screen reminded the speaker.

The editor saw the newly issued article and sent a message.

The person sitting in front of the computer desk slowly raised the glass beside him and took a sip.

He was wearing a white T-shirt, washed white wide-leg jeans, and his slender fingers were neatly trimmed. He looked like a college student.

The computer desk is very simple, just a computer with a keyboard attached to it, a pot of green radishes and a glass of water beside it.

When the beeping sound of the computer came, he put down the water glass unhurriedly, then moved the mouse and clicked on the message box.

The editor inside asked him about his idea for this time, as well as the overall outline and framework.

The man looked at it for a while, and his fingertips rested on the keyboard, as if he wanted to type something.

But after a long time, he didn't seem to want to answer anymore, and slowly deleted the words he typed, and then closed the dialog box.

The room is very bright, the curtains are drawn open, and the outside sunlight shines in through the transparent glass windows.

When the sun shone on the computer desk and on the man's arm, it was so white that even the blue veins and blood inside could be seen.

He sat in front of the computer desk for a long time, and the computer interface had already switched to the window of code words.

The plot had already stayed there, as if the movie had pressed the pause button, everything in it was frozen, waiting for his writing to make everything work again.

He quietly looked at the last sentence of the plot, typed and deleted, deleted and typed again.

No one knew what he was thinking, and no one knew how he arranged the next plot.

The continuous stream of comments from readers has been brushed up, and he has not responded to the editor's message.

At this moment, he is sitting calmly in front of the computer like this, as if he has been immersed in his own world, conceiving and slowly spreading out.

The sun outside was slanting westward, gradually shining from his arms to his shoulders.

The light was shining brightly, reflecting on his appearance.

That face, when viewed from the side, was as perfect as an angel, pure and flawless, with eyes as deep as jewels.

The profile of the profile is three-dimensional, reflecting the slanting light from the west, like a young angel walking out of a painting.

(End of this chapter)